Chapter 102: For You

They were joking around, and the moment Harley Ashby stepped onto the boat, their eyes were glued to her. "Hey, Baldy, my back itches-scratch it for me." One of the men reached awkwardly over his shoulder, raking his nails, and called out to the bald man. The bald man slapped his shoulder a few times and said, "Try showering more, and stop hanging out at those shady 'hair salons.' Then maybe it won't itch." He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly started itching all over-like crazy. He...