The minute Jonathan met him, he knew it was a fit. He could be Brandon. And that’s what Jonathan made him to be. He paid him generously, and he was so willing.

Everything was going perfect. Jonathan was feeling something. But then a storm rolled in. They were forced to stay at a different motel, one Jonathan didn’t plan on going to. At first he had tried to power through, but “Brandon” had forced him to stop out of fear.

So they were now in a hotel, Jonathan was uncomfortable. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He didn’t like when the script changed.

“It’s late. We should sleep.”