Well, the election is almost upon us. I think Wade needs to go home to be with his father, don't you?
You'll have to just hang in there, knowing that eventually I'll solve that mystery.
October 20, 2000
Santa Cruz, CA
Wade
“You’re probably tired,” I told Will as we walked along the beach. It was late afternoon, and he’d finished dealing with Brad, Robbie, and Stef, and had asked me to go for a walk with him.
“I could say the same thing about you,” he said, referring to my night with Hot Jeff, and making me blush.
“Dude, you fucked your cab driver, a stranger,” I said, tossing it back at him. “What the fuck?”
“I know,” he said, and hung his hea
He can be a little stubborn (not unlike his partner), and like I said a few reviews ago, he is very influenced by his emotions. Paternity is a way off from the end. There's some more stuff I have to do still.
I'm sorry about that. The only thing that changed was the font for Will's portion. I did that for two reasons. I switched it to "Georgia" so it would be consistent, and because that font looks way better on my iPhone.
Thanks Tim. This has been a really busy time. I'd been posting a chapter every 4 days, and then I'd been every other day (pretty much) for a bit while we got through Will's crisis.
October 20, 2000
Santa Cruz, CA
Wade
The rest of us disembarked from the helicopter at a more leisurely pace and walked over to the house. We went out onto the deck and watched as Brad paddled out to where Will was. They didn’t really seem to say much, but then we saw the reason, as a huge wave appeared. We watched in awe as father and son mastered the wave, taming it with their boards, until they were both finally thrashed in the surf.
Now they were both ashore, and Will w