A little BeckySue/Kevin Richardson. "I don't know who you think you're fooling". Kevin turned in the direction of the voice and found himself facing a shortish, red haired girl in a tank top. He reminded himself that he was thirty-one years old, and did not stare at her tits. Good, he still had some restraint. "What are you talking about?" "You figured if you came to Detroit to go to titty bars, nobody would notice? You've been made, and not just by me, cutie". Kevin felt himself get defensive... read more
