Chapter 3

The only redeeming quality of the dilapidated shack Adriano shared with his uncle was that you could walk to that hidden beach. Adriano’s room wasn’t much bigger than a closet, but it held a mattress anda dresser. As far as I could tell there wasn’t a TV or computer anywhere in the house, but he’d left a radio on, and a droning voice spoke of tides and water temperature. On the walls amidst cracked and dented plaster, there were a few posters. Two of surfers riding huge waves and one of a koala. Interesting. Now that I thought about it, Adriano kind of had a cuddly koala quality to him.

He tossed a blue bathing suit at me. “See if that fits. And here’s a rash guard,” he said, throwing mea clingy black shirt.

I turned my back and stripped.

“I don’t get to see your dick?” Adriano asked behind me. Even without looking, I knew he had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Nope. Not yet. It’s worth waiting for though.”