This choice: "Okay, I'll be fine." you tell the officer, and assure yourself. • Go Back...Chapter #8"Okay, I'll be fine." you assure Officer Cordoba. by: Mr. George   Driving to the park, in cheap car that Michelle 'Candy Calls' Collins would've driven. The engine dying a spluttering death as you find it a space.
Taking a deep breath, you try to brace yourself for the walk. Such a shitty car shouldn't feel like a refuge. Certainly, it wouldn't stop anyone who was determined. However, your nerves were worse now, the reality having sunk in.
Your assurances to Frank Cordoba, feeling utterly hollow. The sense of confidence, you wanted to project, now feeling like a false bravado. Taking the plunge, you open the door, and step out. The wind is stronger here, whipping through the door, and cooling what little heat had built up on the short journey.
It probably wasn't really that cold but, you'd certainly have dressed for it, when you were still a guy. The door creaks as you heave it closed behind you. Taking more effort with your scrawnier arms, and reduced muscles.
Looking around, you enjoy the scenery, but unsurprisingly fail to spot anyone who could be protecting you. Telling yourself that's part of their job. The path through the park is a half hour walk, with lots of clusters of trees and bushes that make you quail to think about. It used to be two neighbouring golf courses, who drove each other out of business. Now though, it was criss-crossed with multiple paths, and multiple entrances. It's hazards taking on a more intimidating menance now.
Heading off, the wind whips about you. Blonde hair flying in every direction, you can immediately see the need for a band for your hair, to keep it from blowing into your face.
But what's worse is how much more sensitive your new flesh is! Your bust incapable of keeping any heat, and your nips chilly and protesting as they stiffen in the breeze. The very worst, is how it whips at the too short, too revealing hem of your dress.
Chilling your nethers like never before, you can't wait for the walk to be over. However, this is your duty, and you need to protect yourself. You need to take this attacker, and his vile history of crimes off the street.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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