John Kolter
I swore I wasn’t going to do this again. I was busy with my new campaign for mayor, I couldn’t afford any distractions. But what is a man to do when the universe passes him a delicious ripe fruit, and it lands right in his lap. Or in this case, in my office in the fire station. She sat primly, looking as innocent as she could in a skirt that was too short, and a blouse that was half unbuttoned, revealing the lacy edges of her bra. She was absolutely perfect, at the peak of her youth, her beauty, her blooming sexuality. A woman has such a brief moment of glory, before she begins to fade away into the unpleasant realities of adulthood; the sagging breasts, the crows’ feet, the thinning hair, the stretch marks and the sagging belly left after child birth. Ugh, I shudder at
