Police cars survey the dark streets for ne’er do wells, but everyone knows that the officers aren’t the ones running the city’s remains. The mob... hold the power here and to cross the wrong person could be a death sentence for any unfortunate soul.As darkness takes hold over Circovia, the businesses start to close, and the streets grow quiet once more. Rain falls heavily on the ground and the light from the dim streetlights illuminate the silhouette of a woman fumbling with her keys while she. To counter that, I rigged up a belt that would hold my knife, my war club, and my pistol all at one time. I even was able to carry spare ammunition in a pouch that Spring Flower had made for me. Of course, I always wore a loincloth whenever I was outside, except when I was playing or bathing in the stream.That was the one habit I kept from the White culture. Unlike the other members of the village, I bathed in the stream at least once a week, and Spring Flower commented that I was the only. One that changed me from a jaded, disgruntled bachelor and small businessman to the future dictator of the world and keeper of a very large and growing court and harem full of friends and lovers. One that already erased several threats to humanity in mere seconds, too, and removed several troublesome regimes from the picture, for that matter,” I chuckled as I prepared to grab breakfast for my whole crew at a classic diner that really could use my touch.“Welcome to Corny’s ... how can we help. He was about to say something, perhaps along the lines of asking her if she would be cold, when a sudden light came on in his eyes. His belief in her innocence wasn’t too strong to dull his sharp mind, she saw. ‘And you are going to keep me warm’, she said, throwing her arms around him, and pressing her body, with its goosebumps, against him. ‘Although you have to get out of those cold clothing to do that.’ ‘But, don’t you think…’ She kissed him, hard, enjoying the surprising softness of his.