Chapter Thirty-Two
Strip the Willow
“It was a relief to retire from the whole procreating thing.” —The Legless Odyssey
In his youth, Legless had an animalistic presence—charisma, which as soon as he opened his mouth disappeared like the women he talked to. No one was interested in what he had to say, and it didn’t take him long to use his body instead.
His hands were as soft as velvet and as strong as the grip on a jam jar—giving pleasure came as easy to him as peeling a banana. He could scan a body and read a mind like others read their lottery ticket. With just one look he could sweep a woman off her feet, and by the time she had removed her jacket, Legless knew everything—her needs, dreams, and fantasies, even what she liked in her coffee.
He always left a woman smiling—until his p
