Axel POV
My shoulder still had a small lump where the microchip was inserted, a constant reminder that I had stuffed up big time. Eventually, it will be normal, and only if you went looking for it would you know it is there. But I will always know.
Uncle Scott wanted to know everything.
How did we know Roger?
Why did we go to the party?
Who did we meet?
Names of the girls I bed, or at least the first one?
The questions never seemed to stop. Some were embarrassing, others were confusing, and I had no idea why he asked some of them, but then what do I know? I stuffed up.
I was so exhausted after the last time Uncle Scott asked me a question. Many were the same, and I would have given a different answer. I wish I knew what answer he wanted, and I would have given it, but I have no cl
