My mind was completely blown at the realization that the great Briar Wolf was Alice’s father.
An hour later, me, Alice, and Mr. Hawkins went to the reservation. I introduced him to everyone there. They met him with reverence, some of them even kissing his hands as he greeted them.
Alice stood by my side, watching her father entertain the entire population of the reservation around the bonfire, telling them tales from his adventures in Chile, China, India, Africa—everywhere.
They were enthralled by his presence, holding on to every single word with utter reverence.
“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” Alice whispered in my ear.
“I kinda really want to,” I said.
Both of us escaped from the reservation, leaving Alice’s father in good company.
Alice moaned as I kissed her body, taking off
