Grumbling, Jack turned on his lights and wipers and made the short drive to Denise's apartment. Along the way, he had to open the window slightly to p...event the windshield from fogging too badly and found that his left side was getting drenched. As he pulled into Denise's complex, the rain slackened then quit all together. Taking the folded up umbrella, Jack ascended the stairs and wandered down the hall to Denise's door. He had just raised his fist to knock, when the door burst open."Jack. I. Oh god."Dave collapsed to the deep armchair to his right. He couldn't take his eyes off her. It was still the lovely face, the gorgeous breasts, the big, wonderful body. His cock stayed hard. When he just sat there, still staring, she sighed. "I'm sorry about the gun, honey. I mean, I don't really know if I'd have used it, but everyone said... well, to be careful. I've been this way all my life. I wanted to be a girl. I felt like a girl. The doctors say it's a genetic thing, they actually have. "Whoa! Hey, Misty!" called Miranda, skidding her dark blue mountain bike to a halt, "Check it out." What-?" she inquired, pulling up beside her friend and looking to the right. "Oh my-! Is that what I think it is?"Miranda nodded. "The Vermillion Gym," she said, speaking the words almost solemnly and glancing back at Misty meaningfully, "You said you might want to challenge the league one day." I know," replied Misty, taking a deep breath and glancing at the sky, "But it's getting a bit late,. ” She patted the heavy-duty cardboard storage box. The lid was off and it was filled almost to the top with worn manila folders.I understood why the case had faded into the background. HAVEN had been disbanded and new crimes cried for attention every single day. Those two assaults, even upgraded to attempted murder ... well, time and troubles shoved Blowtorch pretty far down on the priority ladder.“Can I make copies?”“Sergeant Finch said full cooperation. You used to be on the Job?”“Yeah, I was.