Page 17 of Wandering in Darkness
“I guess it depends on how hard he made his password. You don’t know it? I assume it’ll be something like ‘Hotbod4Cal’ with a numerical four, of course.”
“You haven’t even seen what he looks like,” I say.
“Hesoundssexy.”
“Sounds can be deceiving.”
“Maybe if you showed me a picture of him instead of making me look at pictures of that dog of his, I would know. What if you just like… drew a picture of him at the very least?”
“Sure. The moment I find a pen, I’ll draw him for you,” I say, which I didn’t know would mean that he’d immediately flag down the server for a pen.
“Here you are, my dear,” Felix says with such a huge smile.
Since I don’t have anything to draw on, I grab his hand and jerk it toward me.
“My arm doesn’t bend that way,weirdly enough.”
“Then move your body. I have nothing else to draw it on.”
He sighs and contorts himself so I can use his wrist where I proceed to draw a giant dick, ball hairs and all.
Antonio leans in, as though he’s scrutinizing the details. “Heishandsome.”
“Thank you,” I say, handing the pen back to Felix.
Felix flips his arm around to face himself and his eyes narrow. “Hmm…”
“Hmm yourself.”
“What the fuck is this?”
“It’s Grayson.”
Felix gives me a pout like he thought I was secretly Leonardo da Vinci and was going to whip out a portrait of the man. “Lane, Cal drew a dick on me!”
“I mean… did you really expect anything else from him? Did you think he was over there drawing the Mona Lisa on your arm?”
“At the very least!”
“I think you should get that tattooed,” Antonio says.
“Antonio, you’re supposed to bemyfriend, not Cal’s!” Felix complains.
“What if we get back on task?” I ask. “You know… the whole Grayson computer thing?”
Felix is still glowering at his arm dick. “Oh, right…”
“I think that maybe his password had something to do with Traveler. But I don’t know it beyond that.”
“I can work with that,” Felix says.
Once we finish up here, we head right back to Grayson’s.
Felix pretends as if the door was already open when he lock-picks his way back inside and then beams at us like he expects recognition for the work he’s done.
I give him a pat on the back while his pig takes off, nosing his way through the house since Felix declared Brigs was “sad” after being left in the car during breakfast. I’m pretty sure the pig didn’t even wake up long enough to notice we’d left.
We head over to the computer, and while Felix “works his magic” with his penis arm, I go around the room being nosy. There really isn’t much else for me to do. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Some reason to go home? Some reason to stay? Some reason to find Grayson and threaten him?
