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It was the first time I met Pancho, hells porn, though Angela had talked about him since the day I first met her months hells porn, at my fortieth birthday party, hells porn. Hey, we should try to play hells porn weekend. It was more like a snarl, teeth bared. So we sat in awkward silence, looking down at the table full of eggs, pancakes and hells porn cups. With her dyed jet-black hair and turquoise eyes, Angela looked otherworldly.

But in her tight T-shirt, red lipstick, jeans and combat boots — and lines etched around her eyes and at the sides of her mouth — she also was tough.

Almost ten years younger than me, yet from a much different world where she had learned to survive, she seemed decades older. And yet, hells porn, our friendship had blossomed. It would become a symbol of all the time we would spend together on the dilapidated court with sinkholes next to the Merritt Bakery. She had picked up tennis somewhere — not in the same formal way I had, with lessons and ball machines, but by hitting against the concrete houses of wherever life found her.

We would sit there hells porn hours and talk, watching the neighborhood kids batting the ball around, often up over the chain-link fence and on to the street, hells porn. I loved my job at a publishing house in Berkeley, but over the past year my life had taken a very different turn. I met Angela as well as John, a man I dated and then remained friends with.

My nights were no longer filled only with workouts, after-work cocktails and editing manuscripts. Together, we hung out at dark bars filled with biker dudes and hells porn leather. I began to crave the balance this new place brought to my life. The lights of Oakland were like a city of brilliantly colorful beads in the distance, the hells porn cold and hells porn, the speed making everything pulse with life.

This world felt like an alarm clock jolting me awake to a life that had been invisible to me, one that was lived out in color and on the edge, hells porn. I saw a low hells porn building hells porn words spelled out in red and white: Instead, I thought they were fixed in history, mythological beings, hells porn.

He was, at sixty-five, one of its longstanding members. We would lay in their bed watching movies, drinking Coronas, and talking, hells porn. School student porn afternoon, when I arrived at their house, Pancho was there and thought that maybe we were up to no good.

I was in my yoga pants, sweatshirt, hells porn running shoes, ready for an afternoon of tennis. Angela had other girlfriends she partied with, women who could drink all night. To me, they were creatures of an unknown world, hells porn. They seemed confident, talked loudly, and cursed with authority. Soon after we met, she invited me to the Hells Angels clubhouse for parties.

I felt a mix of fear and exhilaration in the crush of black leather. My senses came to life, away from the dull glare of the computer screen and 18 girls only porn muddle of words and worries hells porn my head. It was the same feeling I got from running a hard trail in bad weather, or putting on a headlamp to navigate steep trails at night in the Oakland Hills with an ultra runner I trained with, hells porn.

It was the edge, and I liked it there. Pushing through the smell of cologne and leather to get outside, where there was another bar, a buffet set-up, and partygoers smoking, drinking, and laughing, I would usually find Angela.

She would be working behind the bar and seemed to know everyone. Sometimes she asked Pancho if it was O. I would fetch beers or soda, enjoying the easy familiarity everyone had with each other. But by midnight or one a. After one weak cocktail and a bunch of sugar from the largely uneaten table of cookies and cake, hells porn, Hells porn was crashed out, pining for a hot bath in my clawfoot tub.

As one member said to me once, seeing that I was practically asleep at the bar: I could hang around them and get the contact high, but in the end I was still myself.

It was a warm summer night when I heard the rocks against my window. I sat up quickly in bed, ran down the stairs and opened the door. I was glad to see her. I was gone for a while and should have told him where. We should play tennis soon. Are you sure you want to go back tonight? Will you be O. Hells porn got dressed and we loaded her bike into the back of my car. I asked her again if she was sure she wanted to go home. It was dark and quiet when we got there, except for hells porn open hells porn of her house, which was brightly hells porn.

We unloaded her bike. Pancho walked sara porn us, a huge man three times our size. I could feel the adrenaline pumping like at the start line hells porn a race. Where the hell have you been? He looked at both of us. In the stillness, it felt to me like a circuit was going to blow, the air around us was electric. I got into my car, waiting for Angela to open the gate and let me out. Angela once called me at work and told me Pancho wanted to run a letter he wrote to the editor of the Oakland Tribune by me.

All I could tell him was that it sounded great, hells porn, because it did. I could never understand how a man like Pancho and other members of the club could have these two opposing sides: All I knew was that it was compelling, hells porn that the undertone, the buzz of something about to blow, even in a friendly conversation, drew me in, as it did many women.

I was still single, having a few dates here and there with guys who friends had fixed me up with. Nothing stuck — till a weekend trip Pancho and Angela invited me on to a motorcycle rally in Reno, hells porn. This meant that we rode behind young japan porn prospects — those in training on a quest to become full-patch members — and could see the twenty or so Harleys in front of us heading down I Angela rode with Pancho in the front.

She looked like a small bug, hells porn, arms and legs barely able to wrap around him. Cars moved over into the right lane as we passed. It was surprisingly peaceful, even with all those engines and cars. Later, when we all went to dinner in Reno, scores of members walked closely around Pancho as we walked from one casino to the other.

Hells porn seemed odd to me then, but I later learned there had been deadly shootings at a similar rally in Laughlin, hells porn, Nevada, a few years before, when a gun battle broke out between the Hells Angels and a rival club. Later on we went down to the casino, a sea of Hells Angels: I stood there, feeling out of place and wondering when I could make my hells porn.

As much of a thrill as it was, it felt like I was on overload. As I was looking around, the sounds of slot machine bells dinging hells porn win, gamblers yelling excitedly, and laughter and hard rock pulsing, I saw a man crossing the room, hells porn. He got my attention, hells porn, as he was the type — described by a longtime girlfriend as blue-eyed and seafaring — that I often was drawn to.

He walked over, as if by magic. Why are you standing here by yourself all alone? And wearing a Hells Angels patch. I feel out hells porn place here, hells porn, pretty much. I can let Pancho know. So we went to the bar and sat down.

I told him I was an editor and runner, here hells porn Angela. He said his name was Hells porn. He told me he lived nearby, and that he was a member of a charter north of Oakland. He scribbled my number down on a cocktail napkin, ripped it off and put it in his vest pocket. Later, when I told Angela what happened, she rolled her eyes and laughed, as if to say O. He called a few days later, asking if I wanted to go to a party at hells porn Oakland clubhouse.

When he got to my hells porn, he had a helmet for me. And we were off. But not five minutes after we walked in, he excused himself when his phone rang. A few minutes later, he was back, apologizing and saying he had to go, hells porn.

A group of them were headed out. But I was disappointed.