Chapter 33: Find What You’re Looking For
We were to have an evening date on July 2, which both of us were looking forward to—drinks at the Manda Bar, some dancing, a walk along the beach, and hot s*x after midnight. Brayden was supposed to pick me up at bungalow three at approximately seven in the evening. The weather was steeping hot, close to a hundred degrees, and summer was bursting at its seams. I decided to wear a light cotton T-shirt with a V-neck, khaki shorts, and sandals for the date, which was exactly what I believed he would wear, attempting to copy me.
He was late to pick me up, which allotted me a good half hour to read a few pages of Under Sampson, Inside Sampson, a future limited publication by TBP. The two hundred and ten pages were tedious and boggling, and I predicted
