He chuckles and says “boy, dressed like that you might get some riding in, all right. Just not the kind you had in mind”.“Oh what do you mean”...I ask all innocent.Tyrone moves closer and I felt dwarfed in his presence. He says “look at them little booty shorts you’re wearing. Some of these bros around here ain’t getting the pussy they need. They see that ass hanging out those shorts and may decide to fuck you instead. Drag you off behind a dumpster or into one of these abandoned apts. and ****. If only he could gather enough evidence, that was always the big problem with these cases. Most of what he had to go on was just rumors, hearsay and things he had found on the internet doing his research, but lately he had eventually been able to gather some evidence of a few of the strange stories he'd been encountering.William, or Will as he was called, was a journalist. He wasn't working for any of the big timers, just doing freelance stuff for some local newspapers, a few porn mags and. After a month, he had banked almost onehundred million dollars, with most of it transferred to a caribbean bankon an island known for its secrecy laws. It was time to put phase twointo action.Kal-El (Superman) had taken his capsule to Argo City with his wife, Loisin order for her to safely carry and deliver their child, so that capsulewas out of play for a long time. Kal evidently planned on staying onArgo, though Lois might get homesick for a visit to earth. Querlcouldn't count on that. . Glancing down I said, "Oh these. Yeah, they were for my ex-girlfriend but, because she is my ex, I really don't have a use for them," I'm sorry. The outfit is very nice though. What size was she?" the girl said."A 4. Actually..." I said, lifting up the outfit to examine it. "This looks like it would fit you. Would you like it?" Oh no, no. I can't accept that," the blond said, trying to sound convincing."Yes you can. I don't have a use for it, and I'm sure you can find something or someone to.