’‘Oouchh!’ This fuckin’ kick hurt.The bitch was lucky she was wearin’ stilettos or I’d stomp her ass.‘Wasssiat?’‘Up.’Up! Fuck �...�up’! I was fuckin’ tired. I drifted.‘OouchhH!!’ Fuck, that hurt.‘Squoots!’ Hadda be fuckin’ Squoots.Now knowing there was no way out, I rolled to a sitting position.‘Where’re the God Damn keys?’‘I don’t have any ‘God Damn’ keys.’‘OOouuchhH!` Right in the fuckin’ nuts!‘The Corniche, you miserable asshole, the Corniche.’‘You gottem.’‘Aaargghh!’ I might never walk. Music was blasting out the doors from inside. But the most interesting and eye-catching thing about it was standing alongside each door.There were 2 absolutely gorgeous girls working the door welcoming customers in. Jim and Angel stopped to take a look before they walked in. The two door girls spotted Angel and one of them seemed to recognize her. Jim was checking them out. One was slightly taller, but incredibly, that was almost the only difference.Both door girls had jet-black hair. Both were. Gently touching the small black mask around his eyes, Marshalsmiled and said, "I've got to try this out."Being very careful not to be seen, Marshal slipped out of his window andonto his roof. Glancing around at the nights darkness, he smiled tohimself feeling confident. Quickly he jumped to the neighbors roof andkept running and jumping, passing from roof to roof, from house tohouse. He felt so exuberant. So energetic and so alive. He couldbarely believe how agile he was, how graceful and. Ten minutes later I had narrowed it down to a few things. I had a good body and most things looked good on me. Not in a skinny model way but in a wet dream way for most red blooded males. I had a big chest, tiny waist and a tight ass. Guys loved checking out my tits. They were obsessed by them and I liked it. I liked to know they wanted to see them and would often dress to show a lot of cleavage. I picked an incredibly tight black tank top with a split down the front. It was tiny and showed my.