Not knowing what else to do, you and Johnny accept the seeds.
"I see nothing wrong with accepting your seed, Stranger" you say as you cautiously approach the man.
"If you want them, come and get them." replied the man. He smiles while chuckling lightly to himself. His eyes appear to be looking you up and down.
"They're in my front pocket. Take as many as you want, and please... take your time!.." He licks his lips and winks at you.
You reach your hand into his pocket. The man lets out a light moan and you dig around, feeling for the most fertile seeds. Some of the seeds are wet. Your hand emerges from his pocket with about twelve seeds. You examine the seeds carefully. These are some quality seeds.
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