This weeks Six Sentence Sunday comes from my book, Prey Time.
back as the cool liquid passes down his throat. Even
from here he can see Green Eyes lick his lips, bending
down to whisper something to his companion, who nods
in agreement. He waits to see what they do. If they want
him, and yeah, they want him, he'll play, but first they
have to ask nicely. Pouty looks ain't gonna cut it.
Blue Eyes makes the first move, grabbing Green
Eyes' hand and pulling him over to Jeff's patch of floor.