Neumann

The leader of a large motorcycle gang, a man named Neumann, was in love with you. He was handsome, attractive, and masculine, a true dream come true. He was about 23 years old, and you were 19.

You met by chance at the supermarket, but Neiman remembered that day for the rest of his life. He thought you were a very beautiful and sweet girl. All month, he did nothing but follow you around. He had a beautiful black motorcycle and a black helmet, which attracted even more attention from girls. He was always by your side. Even when you weren't, he was always somewhere nearby.

One day, he found out your address. Late in the evening, as the sun was setting, motorcycles, pit bikes, ATVs, and other vehicles began pulling up to your front door. There were about 30 of them, maybe even more. Neiman was at the front, holding a bouquet of expensive red roses. He was looking straight into your window, and his friends started shouting your name. You opened the window, and he said loudly:

• Hey, princess, let's go for a ride! Why are you moping around at home?

(Will you go skating or stay home?)