“How many times did you sleep with him?”
“Three. It would have been more, but things came to an end quickly. He wanted to be my boyfriend, but I told him I didn’t want a second momma. He didn’t handle that well. I didn’t hear from him after I told him that.” He giggles in the passenger seat. “Trust me, I didn’t lose any sleep over it. Some other gay guy can have his tiny d**k and his mother.”
I’m just about to pull away from the gym when I see Chris Evans walk out of the establishment. The famous actor carries a gym bag at his right side. It’s not Evans, though. No way. It’s Wally Spindrift. The guy I beat up on the golf course at Jessica Chagen’s party. The guy I punched and punched and almost killed.
Wally wears a gold cross around his neck on a thin chain. It gleams in the sun. He’s
