Some in the city shadows are monsters and that's where I come in- I'm a hunter of monsters but the lines between good and bad are increasingly blurred... It isn't a case of clear cut black and white anymore. Sometimes the monsters we're chasing are in actual fact beside us or worse, sneaking up, unseen behind us and sometimes they're lurking within our very selves. "You don't have to kill me, Scyther," begged the man, bleeding from several bullet holes. "Get me help and I'll make you rich. I have. Damn, I’m going to have to buy my own lunch.” I put on my most padded bra leaving my top blouse button open as a little tease.I went for a walk. I get some exercise in bed but I miss the treadmill. I needed to walk. I passed a number of shops. Nothing looked interesting. Then I saw a billboard advertising the Island Hofbräuhaus. I got out my cell. I could walk in 50 minutes. I bought a bottle of water and started walking. There was almost no line inside when I arrived. I ordered corned beef,. In actual fact, Mendoza had daily contact with the Sharks through several prison employees who were also on his payroll. Every day, they smuggled in and out sealed envelopes whose contents were unknown to them. Thus, they could claim virtual innocence if they were ever caught.Meanwhile, each local sector leader was trying to prove that he was the obvious choice to be the high mucky-muck when Mendoza finally did retire. That meant that the depredations of the Sharks gang were growing. What this. With each passing minute, I could feel him getting harder and harder. With each passing mile I was being more and more excited. I drove a few miles and parked in a secluded spot where I had gone to on past adventures. Almost before I could park the car, he was undoing his belt and lowering his pants. We were shaking from excitement, and need, and lust. I reached over to him and the thrill of that “first touch” made me even more eager. We had been waiting for this moment when we could act on.