A short time later, Brian drove into the Santa Cruz foothills and turned for the reservoir. Jim directed him around the backside and onto a narrow road with potholes. “Will you tell me where I’m driving to?”
“I’m going to kill you and leave your body here,” Jim said matter-of-factly.
“Are you going to f**k me first?”
“I suppose. I’m disappointed I didn’t get to meet those sexy lifeguards.” Jim chuckled. “I’m trying to remember where the nude bathing area is. It’s unofficial, of course, but I was here a few years ago.”
“Nude.”
“Yup.” Jim pointed. “There, over there, turn left.”
Brian parked beside the two other cars. They got out, undressed, took the emergency blanket Brian’s dad kept in the trunk, and locked their clothes inside.
Brian whispered, “I feel so naughty.”
“No need to wh
