Damn Sarkhan! Damn his next three generations.
Judgmental eyes fell on me. The man looked like a noble upright man while I looked like a shameless hooker, who had exhausted all her means to seduce the man.
He stood there in all his glory with casual clothes and a neat appearance, while I looked like I just had an illicit tumble in the hay.
I shook as my rage took over the good half of my working brain. The little I had about me left me when my eyes fell on Old Henry, the Gardener giving me 'shame on you eyes' from the sidelines.
Cocky Parttimer on Earth.
I looked behind me to see that awful sewer rat now sitting on the sofa as if nothing ruffled his feathers while he observed the good show.
