The rustling leaves threw dancing shadows in the cool evening wind. A group of men in tight, revealing clothing walked past, laughing and groping at each other, and Andy followed them with his eyes until they turned the corner and disappeared.
Don’t stare, he told himself as he tried to meld back into the shadows. But it was hard not to stare when midriffs were showing and bulges were on display. Andy knew he shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen on a Friday night