Riley took me straight to the amusement park, since it was his turn to spoil me. Technically I am supposed to spoil him but, oh well. We started with the basic rides and then upgraded to the most dangerous ones, which I asked that won't his mother scold me for being the influence to which his answer sounded like it came from a wounded animal.

"She don't care anyway," he sighed–the sentence oozing out of him. Patting me on the shoulder he adds, "How about one last ride?"