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You pull up to the pump at the gas station, across from youis a guy (or gal for the gents) filling up his Harley. His heavy boots echo onthe concrete as he shifts his feet, there's a darkness to him, a look in hiseyes that tells you he's probably seen the back seat of a few squad cars.
Yet you almost overfill your car as a fantasy plays out inyour head. Your mind is saying, "he's bad news, babe." The rest of you issaying, "ohhh yes, he is."
Bad boys (girls), we have this wild attraction to...
Published on February 15, 2012 10:17