Chapter 3

“You okay?” the man asked, feigning concern while never once stopping the roaming of his hands or the desperate attempt to remove tight clothing. Dustin turned a disinterested glance towards speech. “I mean, whatever and all, just…you’re not hard or anything.”

Dustin looked down, as surprised as the man was annoyed, not trying to hide his reaction. “It’s okay,” the man continued, suddenly aware he was losing ground “I don’t care if you don’t.”

Nope, Dustin’s mind agreed, and a light slowly started to flicker to life in the back of Dustin’s skull. He doesn’t care one tiny bit. I could be on fire, Dustin thought, and if I told him not to worry about it, to just ignore it and keep trying to pull my jeans off, he would. Where the question came from, Dustin had no clue. “What do you think about the sun?”