We stepped out of the Broad Street Station into the early afternoon sunshine, turning onto Market Street to find a restaurant. Impeccably dressed in the finest fashion of the day, clean, fastidious, and well-mannered – she was easily the highest class woman I’d ever set eyes upon. XXX Hot Coal-black hair cascaded in waves down her back, reaching just where her taut but rounded ass cheeks began, appearing blue when the light hit it just right. A beautiful city?!?!?! “Who is this woman?” I thought. I relaxed a bit, as she plainly wasn’t interested in my own riches. I was the youngest son of eight children, only five of whom survived to adulthood thanks to now preventable, and indeed mostly eradicated diseases, in modern day America.
