I Did NOT Have Sex With That Woman

Last night in Dreamland, my mom and I decided to ride our bikes across the Mass Ave bridge to visit all my relatives who were staying in a house on the other side. We got there, had a good visit, but when we went to leave, our bikes were laying out in 1000's of pieces. I told the very attractive bike-taker-aparter that she'd better get those bikes back together pronto!
She put them back together, but the frame was where the handlebars were supposed to be, so my mom couldn't ride the bike.
She went back into the relative's house, and I stayed behind to supervise the cute bike-taker-aparter. It started to rain, our pants got wet, so we took them off and put them in a dryer to dry off. My relatives came by and started giving me the stink eye because they thought I was trying to hook up with the bike-taker-aparter, but NO I WAS NOT.
Then Karen came, took one look at me, and left. Dammit.
Then the cute woman left. I swear.
Then I had to leave the bikes for a minute, to find Karen and explain about the wet pants and all. I locked them up, but when I came back (without Karen, who was still mad about nothing happened), one of the wheels on one of the bikes was gone.
I woke up. I thought about waking Karen up so I could apologize, but I waited until this morning. She still doesn't believe me.