Chapter 13: The StrangerMason the Mormon stayed out all night. He finally dragged himself back to Chester House around ten o’clock the next morning.
I sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee, thinking of the details of my next chapter. Anarchy wasn’t on the table anymore. Andy must have taken it back to his room. I offered Mason a coffee.
He declined, claiming that he needed a shower. The kid looked like s**t: mussed hair, pale face, red eyes.
I asked him, “How was your night?”
He leaned into the edge of the kitchen counter and bowed his head. “My ass hurts. Does that tell you anything?”
I was curt and to the point. “How many d***s did you ride?”
“One d**k. Two times. We filmed it. It should already be online. You can watch it if you’d like.”
I had no interest in watching
