Jak-The-Drox

Kay could remember how the night felt upon his neck; the long caress of finger nails and the sweet lingering smell of perfume tainting his clothing. It was exhilarating to breath in the scent of a willing patron to his trade, to offer them a night of forget-me-nots.  He only chuckled, running his fingers through his clean brown hair. That was a long time ago, and he noted that this was an improvement. Steady job. Steady life. But the problem was...he really missed an aspect of his previous job. And that was Grace. Grace would always flutter in and out of his life, tip toeing the line and manipulating his heart without really trying. It was