We met in the middle of Santa Monica Boulevard, just outside of the Rage. Though surrounded
by hordes of other costumed revelers, he still stood out. The Elliot Ness mask covered his entire face,
his police cap tilted rakishly forward, shading his eyes. The warmth of the day had lingered well past
sunset and he’d taken full advantage of it, going shirtless with only an unbuttoned thin blue uniform
jacket with an LAPD shield above his left breast. The jacket did nothing at all to conceal his
magnificence. His broad well-muscled chest was covered with a gorgeous mat of thick, black hair. His
stomach was washboard flat and two thick black nipples jutted out of his furry pecs. His legs were
sheathed in black leather that clung to his rock-solid thighs and displayed a packed basket I longed to
explore.
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