Disabled
His mind flew back to the things that had happened over these few days.
How he had made so much money and was almost back in business, he packed in his sex tool, buckled his belt and readjusted his trousers. Ken kept on ruminating on his previous success, he had a smile on his wrinkled face which now bore a mustache. He turned towards the apartment, took out a cigarette, lit its end and blew a cloud of smoke in the air, so thick that it blocked his view of the cottage. Slowly it's faded, giving him a clearer view of the house. There it was so silent and dark, it didn't seem to house a sole. No lights, What's going on? He thought and ventured towards the apartment.
"Nicky where the fuck are y