The day had taken so many unbelievable turns already that Dennis was becoming numb. As Megan placed her hands on the bumper of the Hummer, apparently ready to lift the back end up and clear a spot for herself, she turned toward him and gave her best bully stare, scaring him a bit as she made sure he was getting a picture.
The fact that her dress was a shredded mess in the front from multiple bullet holes was not an issue at the moment. The fact she had left her pumps in the car and was bending her perfectly shaped, bare athletic legs down and exposing her bulbous, sprinter behind caused him to swallow. But his main thought was on if she was capable of lifting the back end of the Hummer up and rolling it out of the way. Or flipping it over. Or.. Or lifting it over her head with ease. And tossing it around like she did the cops. Was she really that strong? And he also thought about those Olympic level muscles. They appeared to have grown when she was knocking the cops around earlier. What if they became even bigger? Could Megan really do that?
And as Dennis brought the camera up and snapped the picture, Megan became..
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