Day 2, Thursday
It wasn’t just the way the sun glinted off the chrome or the brilliance of the car’s finish, it was the entire aura of the automobile that caught everyone’s eye. It drew people by the dozens, be it at the pier, the beach, or even the Denny’s that Boyd ate breakfast at. The men asked questions they hoped made it sound like they knew what they were talking about, and the women came to flirt as if the car was some kind of bizarre extension of his c**k. Not that Boyd minded. He had nothing against women. His preferences just ran a little stronger in the other direction. There’d been one promising moment during his jaunt through L.A. when Boyd had thought he was being hit on by a well-oiled, nicely muscled, slightly-over-blond-ed local that Boyd had to keep reminding not to lea
