Meanwhile, a vespa flashed past with a young man behind the wheel. He cut a fine figure in his Harrington jacket and the thick black frames he wore. Daniel Windsor didn't settle for anything less than the stylish apparel flaunted by the mod generation. No doubt it was part of the attraction to a pretty brunette sitting on the back seat of his scooter, her arms wrapped possessively around his waist. On her lips was a dimpled smile. This boy was handsome, sophisticated and he came from a wealthy family.

"Hey Jeff!" Dan called out when he spotted one of his associates, holding up a hand as he zipped on by. He had many friends, nearly all of them mods, and not to mention his endless string of relationships with girls.

"Are you coming out tonight?" his female passenger asked hopefully from behind.

"You bet," Dan replied with an affable grin. The nightlife was all part of the fun he had in living his lifestyle; attending some of the most exclusive venues where dancing and fashion intermixed.

[lookin' hot man]