Chapter ii



The hero in black



The light of the breaking dawn shone dimly through the black curtains of a Victorian-Gothic loft apartment. This dark but classically decorated attic was the home of Jimmy Lee Darrell. his bedroom which was even more of a sight to behold. Among the many gothic-themed accoutrements, the most decadent was a king-sized bed with blood red sheets and black mahogany framework. Lying upon the bed were two figures, both of whom appeared very satisfied with each other. Jimmy had absolutely nothing to cover his nudity. He stretched exaggeratedly as he awoke. Next to him, his Australian lover, Carrie stirred. She promptly turned to him and kissed him.

"Oh, a good mornin' to you too, baby."

He replied as he dragged his hand over her naked body. His hand brushed over her chest. Being a marsupial meant that she had no breasts; she was very much like a plastic doll. Jimmy did not care about this, though. She more than made up for her lack of feminine feature...