It is now dark outside. The sky is cloudy and the air is heavy and hot, the humidity clinging to us as we go out to your van. Not my car, a sedan with... clear windows. But your van, with tinted windows and a large back seat. We drive away from the parking lot, looking for somewhere darker and more isolated. Somewhere to park away from prying eyes. We both know why we are doing this, but we are still unsure of just how far we will go tonight. We’ve never met before. Strangers in the night. Perhaps. Once out of sight I pulled overand caught my breath. So far so good, the next two hours dragged. Iwatched the, 6 O Clock news and as I thought, my picture and story wereall over the place. One piece of good news, the feds had arrested EdgarVelasquez. I circled the block a little after 7 PM and there he wasstanding on the sidewalk, I pulled over and put the window down andsaid, "Get in," he complied. As soon as the door closed I hit the gas,he said, "Wait, what's going on?"I replied, "Don?t. On one hand the similarities between Harmony and me vindicated Miss Krystal. Even though Harmony was eight years my senior, we were the same height, the same weight, the same slender build, and both of us had shaved scalps. Due to a genetic defect, 20 year old Harmony never entered puberty, never developed secondary sexual characteristics. My excuse? I'm 12.Thanks to HardTime, there was one noticeable difference between us—my stiff two-and-a-half-inch erection. Yeah, I know, porn stars all have. " her eyes wandered over me."Annnnnddd ... we're back," I rolled my eyes. "You do need some attention, don't you?" Well, when the last time you had something between your legs that wasn't battery operated?" She pulled her legs up on the couch and crossed them."Two night ago?" I thought of the pink rabbit in my bedside drawer. A little shiver went through me.After a long Thursday at the office, I had come home, fixed a little dinner and then checked my websites.There were a few messages, nothing.