Chapter 74

“I hate for this to end,” Captain Falcon said. “Though we’ve come up with no solutions to the hard stuff, I sure had a lot of fun when we ventured into other areas.”

Those areas had included being gay and a bit of dirty talk. He’d even typed big black cocksinto the search engine on the computer I’d used mycollege ID to sign in on. He brushed a tear away from my cheek when I’d shed one over the kid in the hoodie not much older than my brother, not much younger than I. After giving me my moment, he put a Funyun to his eye like a monocle and did an impression of the English professor I’d had freshman year and who he was learning from now. “Shakespeare would not be on Twitter, don’t you know.”

Professor Venette had actually said that, to my class and also Captain Falcon’s, apparently. Venette didn’t really use a monocle, but his stuffy professorial demeanor and voice sounded like he very well might when he dressed up for formal affairs.