Chapter 9
At one P.M. on Saturday, Ken pumped his bike with every muscle westbound on Stevens Creek Boulevard, sweat running off his face and his backpack bouncing on his back. He prayed Joel would wait for him as he fantasized over his new boyfriend’s short, slender build and deep blue eyes. With more than a mile to go, Ken felt as though a hand grenade went off in his stomach at being so late for their date.
He checked eastbound traffic since Joel would travel that way to get home. After a large truck passed, it revealed an eastbound bicyclist.
“Joel, Joel. Wait!” Ken waved and cut left.
A horn and screeching tires made him swerve to the right. A car skidded to a stop, bumping Ken’s bike, shoving him to the street. The driver ran to him, fear blanketing his middle-aged face.
Ken swa
