The next thing he knew, A blonde vixen with curled hair and bee-stung lips was staring at him, she was only wearing a black bullet bra that she filled most generously. Who was she? Some girlfriend of Rossini's? Whoever she was, she was the type of blonde
babe he had often seen hanging on the arm of Vaccaro or other top mobsters.
It only took a slight movement for him to notice a new jiggling below his vision. And the touch of a too small looking ivory arm for him to touch the mirrored surface he was gazing at. It was a mirror surrounded by powder containers and foundation and
lipstick. He was that girl, he was a girl!
Batman suppressed a shriek that came out as a quavering moan of fear. She stood up and discovered she was wearing a black slip, thigh-high stockings and high heels. Her reflection in the mirror was incredibly erotic, like a fifties pin-up girl, except
she knew that she was the object of her own lust which confused her further.
She had to escape from wherever she was and get back to the police station and recover her body. She flung open the closet and threw on the first thing she could find, a black dress with cleavage that plunged far further than she would like. Just then
she heard the sound of someone moving in the next room...