Chapter 117

“You’re going the wrong way,” Adam said.

“Nope,” I denied, “I’m going home ... and you are coming with.”

“What?”

“I want to make sure you know where I live,” I said. “No excuses.”

“Why?”

“Alice and I, both, have wanted to see you again,” I said. “I’m not going through this again.”

“Through what?”

“The uncertainty of dating ... of fending off horrible suitors.” I confessed, “I have money ... you have money. I’m not after yours and you’re not after mine. You have an irresponsible twin. If I met him first ... I wouldn’t have know he wasn’t you.”

“Oh, you would have known.” Adam said, “He’d have your panties off before you knew he was doing it.”

“What?”

He blushed, quite nervous, “If you’ll pardon me, Everett Dent is a major cocksman, famous on and off campus. Where are we?”

I had just turned off 969 to the entrance at Bud, “Bud Airfield.” I said, as I got out of the Ford and unlocked the gate. I swung the gate open, drove through, got out and locked up.

“You live at an airstrip?”

“Uh huh.”

At the top of the hill I could see Bud working on one of his helicopters.

The road slash driveway heads for the house Bud is based out of. It’s a sorta shack and a sorta house.

Adam blanched.

“Not there ... look at the end of the runway.”

“Jesus ... that’s a Sandy. My granddad flew one in Vietnam. Why is it here?”

“Mine.”

“You have a static display?”

“Nope ... it flies.” I asked, “Wanna ride?”

“It’s a two-seater?”

“Dual controls too, Wanna fly it?”

“Sure!”

So ... that’s what we did ... first.

“Oh my god! That was fun!” Adam said. “I’m glad you warned me about the machine guns.”

“Cannon,” I said.

“Let me show you my house.”

As soon as I got him inside, I said, “Have a seat. I need to pee.”

“I’m next,” Adam said.

“You go first,” I said.

I took him to the head and left.

Then I stripped, walked back and got in the shower. “Join me?”