“Unveiling Secrets: How Jess Phoenix’s ‘The Race’ Transforms the Meaning of Survival in an Unforgiving World”
I attempted to thank the man and performed some lethargic charades to indicate Erik and George were still behind me, on the other side of the hill. Dirtbike broke into a Cheshire Cat grin and then pantomimed the universal gesture for sleep, laying his head sideways on pressed-together hands. I nodded and returned a thin smile. Grin spreading disturbingly, the man then gestured towards his crotch and made a few vigorous pelvic thrusts. I glowered and left no room for uncertainty in any language.
“No.” I spat the word into the dirt.
