With the shorts being denim, no peach-like split, more crudely known as a camel toe, was visible. Such a pity. ‘Hi,’ she offered. ‘Hi.’ ‘Why...did you give up your seat for me?’ ‘Two reasons. I thought it might improve my chances of getting sex.’ ‘Fat chance and god you are foul. I ought to kick you in the nuts.’ ‘Go ahead.’ She looked startled. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘If you try kicking me you’ll be over that safety rail and into the water before you have time to scream.’ ‘You wouldn’t.’ ‘Then try. He wouldn't recognize Kasey if he saw him, but he didn't see any stray guys who seemed to be paying any attention to Jen.Ryan kept an eye on her for a couple of hours. She didn't wake up, and nobody went over to see her either. He wondered if she came by herself. He hadn't seen her car though, and they walked past a whole slew of cars. Then he saw a guy sitting down next to her, looking at her. The guy reached out and touched one of her braids. Ryan walked over immediately, wanting to see if it. He took to the sky, revelling in the wind on his face, blowing his raven hair behind him. He settled to the earth, silent as a predaroty cat. For that's what he was, a predator stalking his prey. He came to his favorite spot, the Garden District, just a block away from Bourbon Street. He cruised the side walks,slowly walking past the outdoor Jazz pubs. Looking for his victim of the night. He struck out into the night with his senses, feeling out for the one heartbeat that stoo9d out aboluve the. I'll work on something," Jenny said with a smile and kissed Jim. "Thanks."The following Saturday night, Jenny had arranged for a friend to take Katie out. Jim acted like a father, worrying about where Katie was going and whom she was going with. Jenny wouldn't tell him either, saying he needed to quit worrying and that Katie was a big girl.When the doorbell rang, Jim was astounded to see Rick standing on the porch. While he had never really met Rick, he had seen him and Jenny having sex at the.