The caffeinated goodness surged down my gullet and into mybloodstream, giving me a much-needed energy boost. I'd only managedabout two hours of sleep ...n the last four days, trying to wrap my mindaround my current case.I knew the answer to the mystery was right before me, and I hoped theespresso would allow me to crack it open soon.Stepping through the door, I emerged onto a busy downtown sidewalk.Even though it was still early on a Tuesday morning, the plethora ofshops and offices attracted. Dark sins. Who doesn't have them? They don't necessarily have to be of sexual nature. Before long after ditching the bandages, I had – oh miracle – turned into the aim of a competition among the jocks. Who could touch my scar first. Sometimes two of them would hold my arms while the third would trace his index over the tissue, singing, chanting a stupid rhyme about my scar while his buddies where laughing, and cheering. Yes, super ballsy to pick on the ones that can't even defend themselves. However, there was some trash scattered on the steps, so we were careful not to kick any of it and announce our approach. There was enough light leaking in from the moon and street lights so that our special glasses were adequate, so we were carrying our batons in our left hands and our Griffins in our right hands.We had just reached the top step of our climb when Murphy’s law took a hand. A monster Norway rat ran right in front of me and startled me, causing me to stumble. Damned if I didn’t. I shuddered and he scraped me again harder and nipped my earlobe. I knew a lot of women disliked stubble but I adored it. The sandpaper roughness against my tender skin never failed to make me wet. "I didn't shave because I knew you would be coming." "Oh yeah, and just how many times were you planning on making me cum?" I arched a brow, enjoying our usual wordplay. "Let’s start with the first few and then see how long the hot water holds out." I smiled with anticipation and turned to undress.