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Jimmy’s foot launched the aluminum can into the air and it disappeared behind a bush. He scowled after it, as if the can were responsible for failing to improve his mood after he kicked it. It was early evening, though there was still a good amount of late summer sun to provide light. Jimmy would not have to worry about freezing at night in his plain wife-beater and worn trousers just yet, but now that he was effectively homeless, it was something he would have to deal with sooner rather than later.

“This is your last chance, Jimmy boy. Don’t blow it!,” the Boss had warned him this morning before he promptly went and blew it. His gang’s boss was already in a bad mood thanks to a development with one of their rivals. After getting the drop on them, Jimmy’s peeps had almost wiped out the rival gang only for the rival leader to slip away and get captured by a superhero. On paper that would sound like a victory, but they had lost the chance to put that gang to bed for good. If the rival leader had skipped town, they could have still tracked him down, but with the justice department fortified with superheroes, prison might actually be the safest place for a criminal on the run from other criminals.

And with this afternoon’s screw up, that applied to Jimmy now, too. The short statured young man sighed. There were too many supers in this city, good and bad. How did the Boss expect an ordinary guy like him to compete? Even the new rookie around, Rubber Girl, would be more than a match for him. He had some boxing and street fighting experience, but punches did little to an opponent who can bounce back physical blows.

The spunky blonde had certainly been making waves in this part of town lately, and Jimmy could see why. Rubber Girl had yet to accomplish much but her bright eyed optimism was a breath of fresh air compared to many of the weathered veterans. The local women liked her because she seemed to genuinely care about the average folk, the men liked her for her rocking bod. Her cute face and whimsical blue eyes behind her black eye mask paired with wavy back-length golden hair to give her that girl-next-door appeal. Contained within a sleeveless blue leotard was a killer rack that Jimmy would not have minded bringing to justice himself, had he been a man on the other side of the law. All of that tapered down to a pleasantly tight waist before flaring out into the most delightfully plump hips, butt and thighs. Matching black elbow gloves and thigh high boots only accented the ensemble. If wielding such assets in public was not a crime, then what Jimmy would do to them given the chance surely was.

Some movement ahead of him broke Jimmy from his indulgent fantasy. An attractive young woman set down her purse to step out of a pair of heels...