Post by Maxxie Deeno Adanya on May 13, 2008 10:08:02 GMT -5
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and make peace with this empty town.
Maxxie, with his usual smirk etched onto his face, strutted through the market. His white collar shirt open at the neck to reveal quite a bit of tanned chest, made most of the female head turns. This only made his smile grow longer, and occasionally, he gave them each a little wink, sending off a ripple of giggles. "Morning," he said casually, but in a voice like silk to the prettiest of them all. It was mornings like this which made his already enflamed ago, glow with delight. Always on a wednesday morning, at eight o'clock sharp, Maxxie made sure he woke up in time to come here. Market day was always the best day for him. It abled him to work on schemes, and work on finding someone to satisfy him in the bedroom department. That was all he ever cared about; himself.
Seeing the stall owner turn his back, Maxxie grinned, spun around, and grabbed two big bright red apples. He threw one at a young lady, winking before taking a bite of his own. Most of the men looked on in annoyance at Maxxie as he walked his cocky walk down the pebbled streets, but he didn't care. He was who he was, who he has been, and all he always will be.
