I could feel myself blushing abit at the compliments. "Besides, look at you Miss Lara Croft! There isno way I could pull off something that skin tight... and those shorts are,well, short. Where did you find all the props?" Toy stores, various places around the mall," she smiled turning to givea full view, wiggling her tush a bit. "I bought a hair extension thatclips in for the braid. Matches my own color close enough that I don'tthink you can tell." Nope, not unless you get really close. You look. Mistress Sylvia is waiting for you in the main dungeon."Brenda was confused by the talk of a Mistress, but went with the girl. Entering a frightful looking dark room filled with strange and scary things, she was panting by the time she was introduced to the fabulous Dominatrix waiting for her. "Come in Brenda, put the shoes down and remove your dress." Brenda flushed as she did so, standing in her new undies in front of this beautiful but frightening woman. Sylvia undid the knot in the laces. *As the night wore on, she had to admit--the man wasn’t half-bad.He was balding like she suspected, and his forehead had one too many wrinkles for her taste. But he had big kind brown eyes, and he made her laugh, and he had an air of confidence to him that she certainly hadn’t expected from a man in his shoes.“So, Danielle says you’re new to the city?”“Yeah,” he said. “Just bought a place on Sixteenth and Elm.”“Wow,” she said. “That’s a nice neighborhood. That’s near Campbell Park, right?”“It. Tyrone, with Battle Dog at his heels, proved himself beyond a shadow of a doubt, to be the most ruthless, most reliable, and most respected member of the gang known as Punk Rockers. He was now on his way to see the big man himself, the true secret power and controller of this particular gang. The ebony skin on his arms and forehead glistened from sweat in anticipation. He had long ago lost his nickname ‘Pit Bull’, and earned himself a new one, making himself the idol of the gang as ‘Punk.