She ran her tongue over it. She giggled.We dressed. Well, Suzie’s idea of being dressed. Micro skirts.“Where did you buy these?” I asked her.“...On the market,” she replied.I zipped the little zip up. It was short, an inch lower than my crotch. I pulled it down, but all I did was to expose the top of my thong where it disappeared down the crack of my sore arse. I left it where it was. Suzie had selected our tops, clingy halter necks, cut in at the side, so we both showed a lot of side boob. Calf. . superficial," he explained slowly. "You cracked a few ribs, but that's all." What's superficial mean?" They, uh ... had to rebuild your face," Christian told me. "You were pretty banged up." I was?" I touched my face and it felt the same as it always had. "What do I look like?"A sudden sense of panic filled me, as it would anyone, and I search his eyes for some sense of revulsion."The same as you did before," he said with a reassuring smile. "You're still very cute." Oh." I blinked and. This began to affect my focus on driving and I narrowly missed a slowing bike. Midway, I suggested to her that the traffic was bad and hence it made sense to go ahead and visit the lush green lawns of my company club and the sea face rather than struggle here in the traffic. She nodded in agreement. My breathing had slowed by the knowledge of a third person sitting on the bike. I developed cold sweat by the mixture of emotions that were swirling in my mind. I get vertigo at the thought of child. “At least you are not living in town with the real street people,” I said. “Gerome don’t send him out alone. Do you hear me?”“Don’t worry half the time Tommy is shadowing us and I’m sure he is armed,” Gerome explained.“Then god damn it you listen to him. I do not wan’t anything to happen to that kid,” I said. “Or you either.”“Neither do I Ed. He is a likable kid,” Gerome agreed.I was worried about the kid. He really was too young to be involved with us old farts. He still thought that he was.