Judge grinned and touched two fingers to his forehead as he left. It was an old-world gesture, and it made me wonder what age Judge actually was. He didn't look more than twenty-five, but if we stopped aging, he could be centuries old, millennia even. I watched his ass as he left, and if there was ever a finer butt in the world, I had yet to see it. He must have been some kind of laborer when he was turned because his body was that lean musculature you could only get through hard, physical work. I sighed as he melted into the darkness beyond the streetlights.
