“I was mainland on Mason. Thought maybe I could find a job….”
“You mean turn a trick?” Scott frowned, squinting a little.
Amos blushed, ducking his head. “No. The clubs there, they sometimes hire someone to clean up, or as muscle. I’ve danced from time to time. I’m scrawny and filthy now, but I clean up good.” His chin length blond hair was dirty, but his body was muscular and tanned. He had a surfer’s lean build and moved like a man who knew how to protect himself. “I told the guy I didn’t have any money, but he jumped me anyway.”
“I guess he didn’t believe you,” Scott offered.
“Look at me. Do I look like I’m rolling in it?”
“Not so much.” They chuckled a little.
“I figured he must be more desperate than me, if he jumped me anyway. But then…
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