Al had a hard enough time getting me to sit still long enough to do as much as he did get me to accomplish. I suppose this is the time I earned the re...utation of a wastrel, party animal, playboy, which followed me throughout my adult life, but can you really expect a fifteen year old boy to be serious about running a multi-million dollar empire, even if he hadn't just discovered he could almost fly? Where I did direct my wealth, it was to direct research into innovations and devices which could. Maybe after these city folk were finished with it, he'd get to sell it again for them, and possibly recoup some of the money he'd missed out on."The money should be in your bank sometime Monday," Brandon let Brent know when he hung the phone up. "I think we'll hang around until everything's taken care of. I'd like to get her re-registered before we leave. Oh, before I forget, is it possible to rename her? Wavelength might have worked for the previous owner, but not for us." When the title. “I don’t have one. I’m taking the bus.”“The bus!” Alastair wrinkled his nose. “No, you aren’t. I’m giving you a ride home.”Sada paused, and he thought she was going to refuse. Then she smiled, bright and dazzling, and he realized just what he was doing. Alastair hadn’t really trusted anyone since Melissa, but something about this little dancer charmed him. She was sweet, and came off as being almost painfully genuine. He found himself leading her to his motorcycle. They were both quiet…and she. But that changed quickly. It came in a bright red envelope with the name "Will Hudson". At first I thought it was spam until I noticed that it was sent straight from the government. I opened it hoping I didn't share a name with a notorious criminal or something like that. But all it contained was red card with my information and letters reading "LICENCE TO FUCK". I looked over it for a while until my sisters friend Mindy saw how puzzled I looked. Mindy was a very cocky girl, her and my sister.