Herakles’ head appeared on the ladder. Hombres! He clambered up onto the roof. Big chunk of papaya in his hand which he waved at Geryon. You should try this stuff Geryon! It’s like eating the sun! Herakles sank his mouth into the fruit and grinned at them. Juice ran down his face and onto his bare chest. Geryon watched a drop of sun slide past Herakles’ nipple and over his belly and vanish into the top of his jeans. He moved his eyes away.
