Another Alley

Malon wanted to crawl under a rock. "That was so humiliating." She whispered under her breath. He had to have seen everything, including her womanly parts. But she still had a job to do, and after about a minute, she **** herself to grab another milk jug.

This one was, thankfully, meant to be delivered to the opposite side of the town than the last one. Malon found herself walking down yet another alleyway, her bare feet becoming dirty as they padded along the cobblestones. She clung to the milkjug in her arms, even as the cold glass froze her bare chest. She looked along the doors in the alley, the different residences, hoping that none of them would open.

"Where's the one I'm looking for?" She asked no one.

"That depends," A male voice called out behind her, nearly making her jump out of her skin. "What are you looking for?"