Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Stroker Chase
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The day was hot. It had been a couple paces on the main road before it got to him, sweat pouring down his naked chest, the heavy air too thick to breathe. That wasn’t even the worst part of it. The worst part was everyone watching him from their doorways. That was what made him want to turn around.
Kiol gave a solemn nod as he walked past. This had been going on for months. He’d become somewhat of a legend to the small town of Truin. Somewhat of a legend, to one group in particular, the women.
“Hey, Kiol,” one woman standing at her doorway called.
Her daughter peeked out from behind her, giving him an approving stare.
The next house had another group of girls huddled in the doorway. One of them wagged her finger for him to come inside.
“We’ve been listening to your dirty work the past couple of nights.”
“Why don’t you come inside? We could have some fun.”
But all he did was smile and keep moving. He had work to do. It wouldn’t be easy work, either. The next apartment, made out of a hazy red rock, looked empty.