Lake Riders

You will need a pad of paper and a pencil to keep track of the twists and turns in this eBook. When you begin to read this work of fiction, you will soon find yourself drawn into another of Ronnie Coleinger’s reading adventures.
The main characters of this novel, Ronnie and Bonnie had both just finished cleaning out their classrooms at Smithtown High School for the summer vacation. They were both teachers at a local high school; Bonnie taught mathematics and Ronnie taught chemistry. They had talked all winter about where they wanted to vacation this summer and had finally decided to bicycle the shores of Lake Michigan.
Bonnie and Ronnie were both single and they had no real romantic involvement with each other, but they had discovered that a little sex between them did not hurt a thing. As long as they stayed discrete with their relationship so their high school students did not start rumors, they would not worry if someone saw them hug occasionally.

As Bonnie turned her bicycle into the driveway of the campground, her right riding boot slid off the wet pedal of her bicycle and her foot became lodged between the peddle and the ground. As the bike leaned right, Ronnie heard a snap and instantly thought Bonnie’s leg bones or anklebones had broken. As Bonnie began talking to Ronnie and assessing her injuries, he began getting her boot off to see how badly her foot was injured. Bonnie’s ankle was starting to swell a little but her toes worked and her ankle moved just fine. It looked like her bones were not broken, as Ronnie had feared.

Later that week when they started riding again, a white older model Ford pickup truck came up behind Bonnie. The driver blew the horn and then moved over so the trucks huge steel right side mirror struck Ronnie on the left shoulder. The bicycle went out from under him and then Ronnie, his bike and the trailer went flying off into the ditch. There was broken glass and mirror parts flying everywhere, and the truck’s driver hit the gas and sped off. Before Bonnie could get to Ronnie, she heard the roar of the truck coming back down the road, and she thought the driver was coming back to finish them off. Bonnie quickly opened her trailer, pulled out her pistol, inserted the ammo clip in the handle, pressed the button and loaded the weapon. “Come on back here you chicken shits,” Ronnie heard Bonnie yelling at the truck driver at the top of her lungs.
On Christmas morning at 10:22 A.M., Bonnie felt Sherry Marie slip from her belly into this world; the doctor’s warm hands were safely around Sherry’s tiny crying body. As the nurse wiped the tiny child’s body clean with a towel, she laid the child on Bonnie’s belly and let her get to know the mother that would love her, protect her, and never abandon her. Ronnie picked up his tiny crying daughter, wrapped her in a warm towel and held her close to his body to warm her. She quit crying and snuggled close to her father’s warm embrace.
Ronnie Coleinger