Xeron
Day 2, July 14 Storm Lane. 10 am
"How often did you spy on him?". An unworthy question especially when his job was to spy all day long as per the deal. Xeron stood with his hands tied behind his back, staring at his father who had changed into a nightgown, his hands busy tying the waistband in quite some trouble due to the fingers shivering.
Smoking is injurious to health.
"What did you learn about him?".
Anticipated questions came flying, and he remained tight-lipped. His eyes were fixed on a bra that was torn apart, poking its head out of the crook of the couch. His vision roamed around, and there-two red heels lay stil
