Friend's son Stories

When I arrived at the house that Friday afternoon, I noticed Dex's car parked in the drive. I was staying with my friend, Wayne, while my own house underwent renovation, and so far, the arrangement was working out well. Dex, Wayne's son, was home following his first year of college, but I hadn't seen him all that much in the several weeks I'd been under Wayne's roof. At nineteen, Dex kept busy working or hanging out with...