Chapter 35: Not My Friend

"Live for a thrill," he offered me a helmet. Black helmet with two signature red streaks on the side. I stared at it and slowly, reluctantly, took it in my hands. Live for a thrill, he said. As if I hadn't almost drowned in a lake, been mauled by a brown bear in a forest and attacked by a biker gang at the very place we were going to now.... "Sure," I smiled sweetly, "Let's live on the edge." My arms wrapped around his waist, helmet strapped on tight. We raced through the streets on the back of his motorbike. It roared louder than my busted car's engine. My legs squeezed against his sides until he asked me to loosen up. I was apparently constricting his blood circulation. My B. The ocean came into view before the beach did (image above). We drove down into the valley and parked by the Surfside Shack. It was just like I remembered. Surfboards against the blue building and people strolling in from the beach. Ja