Page 10 of Finding Storm

Hilarious, Slater.

My cell and wallet are among the condom wrappers. I grab my phone and check the screen.

Couple of texts. One from Tru to the family group.

One from Cash in our band group.

I slide my finger over it, opening it up.

Picture message.

What the hell is that?

Jesus Christ. It’s my bare ass.

For fuck’s sake, Cash.

I’m guessing the legs hooked over my bare ass belong to one of the women lying right behind me.

Not that you can see any faces.

Just my ass.

Where the fuck was this taken?

I scan the picture, zooming in on it.

I can’t tell. It could be anywhere.

Maybe it was taken here, and the fuckers left after.

Well, wherever it was, Cash was there. Probably Raze and Levi too.

Not the first time I’ve banged a chick in front of one or all of them. Or shared a chick with one or all of them. Probably won’t be the last.

I fire a text back to the group.

Me: Cash, delete the fucking picture.

He texts back almost immediately.

Cash: Okay.

Huh. That was easy.

Then, another text comes in.

Cash: Let me just send it to Tru-Mom before I do.

For fuck’s sake.

Tru-Mom is what the guys call my adoptive mom, Tru. Funny they call her that because I’ve only ever called her Tru.

I already had a mom, who I loved more than anyone else on this shit-for-fuck planet. Even if I did spend a lot of time being angry as hell with her before and after she died.

I guess I just feel it would be wrong of me to call anyone else Mom. And Tru’s never seemed to have a problem with it.

Me: You’re fucking hilarious. You send a picture of my bare ass to Tru, and Jake will kick yours.