As you feel the stranger get off the bike, you wonder why the motorcycle doesn't move or topple. You feel around with your hands and realise that your seat spreads out behind you.
"It's a Trike, a three wheeler." You hear the stranger say, "That's why it stays upright." Then you feel his strong arm wrapping around your waist again, gently pulling you back until you rest against his chest. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear, "Now the fun starts."
You feel yourself being turned around in the seat, until you know you're facing the other way. He takes your hands and lets you slowly lay back on the seat, with your legs hanging over the back of the Trike. Then one by one, you feel the buttons of your blouse being undone, until finally you feel it fall open. Then slowly his hand starts at the waist of your skirt and slides it's way up your stomach to your breasts. "We'll have to get rid of this,β he says as he touches your bra. You reach behind yourself to undo the clasp, when you hear "SNAP! SNAP!" and you realise that you're hands have been cuffed. "You don't do anything," he says, "just lie back and enjoy."