Anyways, Evelyn and Kitty are prime examples of ladies I typically go after. The high-maintenance type. The wrong women for a guy like me. Evelyn is t...e daughter of Nigerian diplomats and Kitty’s father is a wealthy Arab businessman trading in exotic goods. Me? Broke ass Black man from Haiti raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I have an Associate’s degree from Bay State Community College, a school in the Boston area. My credits transferred to Carleton University without too much fuss.. I moved to the side to avoid a green skinned and red haired girl who smiled at me.When I saw the blue uniform of a constable I quickened my step. He turned and grinned when he saw me, "you found your way."I nodded as I looked around at all the crazy shops, "what is this place?"He looked around, "this is the mage mall. It used to be shops around the city in random places."He turned and gestured to a blue door with a large glass moon floating above it, "see the sergeant inside."It took a couple. Actually, her dresses, mostly out of style, were fitting her much better these days, because she had lost interest in eating rich foods loaded with unnecessary calories. Her last husband, the polo player, was already pushing up daisies in Arlington for almost three years. She did have a shameful regret at not visiting him one single time during that period. He had been an attentive lover, but dreadfully committed to his circle of male friends that often stole him away with lures of sports,. He walked in, I told him to take his shirt off which he did.Then I told him to put his hands on the door he had just walked through, spread his legs and I was going to give him a pat down. Beefcake complied.I put my left hand on his shoulder, he was super ripped and super smooth. My right hand followed his spine all the way down his back to his jeans which had a belt. I traced his belt, counter clock wise around his torso, which was crazy flat and smooth. I got to the belt buckle and undid.