I would have tore open my shirt and let her gaze upon the splendor of my rippling muscles. Her facial features soften subtly as though melted by the mid day sun. Her eyes begin to look hungry as she herself feels the sudden urge for berries. Stepping down from the air-conditioned sanctuary of her SUV she drifts over to the same bushes, watching me out of the corner of her piercing blue eyes. Picking a single berry and running it over her lips she eases it in and bites down, the sweat juice bursts inside her mouth and she lets out a sigh. She impulsively picks several more crushing them in her slender hands just to feel the juice run down her skin already glistening from perspiration in the sultry heat of a Midwestern summer day. She approaches me with a girlish smile and presses a berry firmly to my lips, I can feel her cool breath on my face as she whispers..."Malaguti...." Yeah, I feel for you...happens to me all the time. But when you choose to ride mopeds you gotta expect this kind of thing.