Snipped from Current WIP--enjoy!

The Shadow knew that she kept her bike on the back of her small SUV. She also maintained two water bottles in two cages mounted on the frame of her bike. The Shadow had just the perfect performance enhancing concoction to ensure his success on her final ride. One Friday night, as she lay sleeping-resting for her third Saturday of the month solo ride-The Shadow injected both bottles with his magic brew.
He anticipated that by uphill mile three, she would pull a long drink from the first bottle. She would then begin to feel dry mouthed from the chemicals. She would then take a longer pull from the bottle somewhere around mile seven. She would become dizzy around mile ten, and by mile twelve, she would dump over as the chemicals rendered her unconscious.


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