He leered at Richard and squeezed the eggplant, though that was not something a person strictly needed to do before buying one. “So I gave it a shot, and here I am. Seemed easier than getting a normal job.” “Been about a year now?” Richard eyed Hunter with trepidation as he drifted over to a display of cucumbers and picked up one of the largest. “Yeah. You?” he asked, fingers running over firm, smooth skin, eyes bright with unconvincing innocence. They were going to get kicked out of this shop if Hunter kept that up.
