The Great Wessex Caper The boys scrambled back onto their motorcycles and gunned them a bit to get past the intersecting road in a hurry. They rode in silence for a while, gazing at the scene ahead. On their right an embankment of tumbled rocks and boulders sloped steeply to the water below. From the opposite side rose a jagged cliff. The little-traveled road was winding, and just wide enough for two cars to pass.
ANGEL: i just wanted you to know
i've
i've had sex before TESS [striking a match on his bare chest and lighting her cigarette]: yeah me too, guy
I've even been to Suffolk ANGEL: what does Suffolk have to do with anything TESS: oh i thought we were just listing obvious shit to each other
Previously in this series: How to tell if you're in a Jane Austen novel. You live in a city that is not exactly Oxford and is not exactly Dorchester, located in a county that is most emphatically not Dorset. You make a terrible decision, fueled by the effects of alcohol, that casts an unremitting pall over the rest of your days. You are a victim of erotolepsy and have been ensnared in a…
