On The Lamb With Virtue
I had never seen Vincent Virtue before, but I instantly fell in love. Had Lackey 437 been around, he might have stopped me from running a finger seductively up Virtue’s really well muscled thigh. But alas.
Dr. Misfortune caught the gesture out of his peripheral and insisted I run the limb separator. Sigh. I’ve had this problem with every job, I fall in love with somebody someone else doesn’t want me to. It’s a curse, or maybe just a misfortune.
Needless to say. I am now on the lamb with Virtue. He’s a phenomenal lover, but we never get five minutes to ourselves. Bombs exploding at breakfast. And that infernal cell phone of his never stops ringing.