I can’t believe I slept! In fact, I’d still be asleep if Steve hadn’t come in and wakened me. It got brutal with me muttering I don’t want to and him saying the day’s a wasting, can I go with you. And then he put breakfast on a tray in front of me and sat there on the side of my bed, smiling. If we’d really been brothers, I’d have expected to find SpaghettiOs or dog food or the plastic wrap still on the cheese in my omelet, but it was delicious, and I forgave him.
So, yeah, he went with me. We even took his truck, which was smart because I drove a two-seater Mercedes.
Steve is better looking than me. He looks like the surfer he is: blond, blue-eyed, tan all over, and I do mean all over…because on his off days, he goes to the nude beach. He works at a hotel. He even wears a suit and tie t
