Riding long distances on a dirt bike is kinda crazy. And…

And nothing.

We stopped at a church. It was more a ruin than a church. My VaVaVoom.

We collapsed on two wooden pews.

“People still come to church.” Andrew is observant unless his dick is hard.

“Yes. People still come to church.”

I was looking up at the church ceiling. The roof leaked. The tears of god or something. God cries a lot. In fact, he’s a big crybaby. I opened the trap door under my pew. It was dark down there. Andrew had a flashlight. Outside, the witching hour. Growing dark like the lake down the hill the church rode and clinged to.

I took out my burner. “It’s here.” I swallowed hard. Well, sail on. “In the crawl space. With the snakes. If you see one, just don’t move.”

We threw the burner into the lake.