Oh I get it. In order to truly enter a slut phase, one must travel to the colonies. Such errant behaviour is almost unheard of in the mother country. 😀
I think that Will really has no risk in this situation. The only people who have their asses hanging out, exposed, are Zach and Taylor, and to a lesser degree, Travis. I mean, there could be other issues that impact the others (if it got out, how the transfer of money was handled, etc.), but nothing worthy of jail time.
May 2, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
We sat in the great room of Darius’s house. He wasn’t really into decorating, so it pretty much looked the same as it did when my mother lived here, with a large cushy sectional sofa dominating the room. I’d have to mention that to Stef and thus unleash a maelstrom on Darius, I pondered mischievously. I found being in this house disturbing, which is probably why I didn’t come over here much. In fact, the only reason I did was to use the gym, because
May 1, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
“I smell food,” I said in confusion.
“Bacon,” Travis said, as we walked down the stairs. “I guess Jake decided to cook?”
“I guess,” I said skeptically. We walked into the kitchen and I saw Consuela flipping bacon on the stove. She was one of the assistant cooks at Escorial. They must have shipped her down here to help out. “Hola!”
She turned around and smiled at me. “Hola, Mr. Will!”
“It is good to see you, Senora Gutierr
April 28, 2004
Malibu, CA
Will
“Curtis Buck is dead,” I mused. “Good fucking riddance.” The man was a blot on society, an awful and evil person. There was no sadness in my heart, only relief.
“How did he die?” my father asked. His comment brought me out of my own introspective thoughts and focused me on the others in the room. Travis was completely stone-faced, which didn’t surprise me, because he had mastered hiding his emotions. I couldn’t get a sense for what he wa