Leave the girls -- he's starving.

Leslie blinked, face sprayed in warm semen. Strings of cum trickled down her face and hair. Considering it was his first release in a while, it certainly seemed to show. Boris sighed contentedly.

Finally recovering from his lustful haze, Boris's eyes widened as the girl sat up and wiped away a glob from her eye and rubbed it. Then he looked down at the bare ass in front of him, Marissa still lying stomach first on the ground.

Holy shit! I just did that, didn't I?!

"Hey, you done humping my sister's ass yet--"

Boris twisted his head back at the brother, who was standing casually behind them, and rose to his feet, pulling his pants back up. Then he ran past him, leaving the women in their disheveled daze, earrings dangling in the wind.

"Catch me if you can suckers!!"

Timmy and the girls made no move to chase after him, simply watching as he jumped over a nearby rail and into the sloped shrubbery. Leslie and Marissa stood up and dusted off their clothes. They were less concerned with the semen as they pulled up pants and adjusted straps to look presentable, then began walking to their car gossiping about some celebrity tabloids while Timmy cracked jokes from behind.

In any case, Boris was taking no chances -- after something like that he was sure the sirens would be wailing any minute.

grumble-grumble

One hand over his stomach, he groaned. He was famished. Apparently that took more out of him than he would've expected.

Maybe some quick scavenging wouldn't hurt... if he was careful.

A couple minutes later, the same pair of beaten up shoes stopped in front of the decorously paved mouth of Jodie's Diner.

Ah, restaurants. Filled with hungry customers seeking their hunger-satiating, platter-served courses. Coming from whatever lazy walk of life to stand in a line and have their lunch hand provided like cattle. Boris wasn't jealous, just a little disgruntled.

He glanced around at the plaza; since it was on the other side of the highway and in close proximity to the mall, it saw frequent enough business. A couple was walking up the front entrance, arms locked over the other. She was a stunning young woman in a cocktail dress, sleek hair bobbing over her shoulders. He was a a clean-shaven young man in a buttoned up dark green shirt, beige dress pants, and dress shoes.

Boris was going to approach them for a buck or two when a cry caught his ear and he glanced over to see the much different sight of a ragged, frail man being shoved out the door by a professional looking lady.

"Get out," firmly demanded who he guessed was the manager -- a very pretty young thing in black clothes, a blouse and buckled pants that it was tucked in that fitted her body primly, with hair styled in a bun, "and stop pestering our customers!"

"I'm sorry!" He said some other things that sounded like gibberish, clearly frazzled. Miss manager had none of it, closing the door in front of his face. As she went in, one female and one male employee looked at her with concerned looks as they briefly exchanged words then, by a unanimous nod, returned to work. Probably going over how to deal with the daily issue he presented.

"W-would you two..? Would you two?!"

The young woman in the cocktail dress looked at her partner as he opened the restaurant entrance.

The tattered man sighed and brought down his hands, and they entered the restaurant while treating him to a slightly repulsed, slightly pitiful glance. The partner of the woman caressed her waist comfortably, fingers pressed against her with a guardian's touch.

Boris sneered. This kind of thing was just another cruelty of nature as far as he was concerned. But he gave up philosophizing about such things after he got caught squatting at the Richters' place for the third time. Life reacted to action, not talk talk talk.

Still, he found himself muttering to himself anyway.

"You know what would be really funny. It would be really funny if any hot woman, taken or otherwise, normally gave homeless guys tender kisses if they couldn't give 'em anything else when asked."

Boris had a snicker to himself as he walked up the ramp to the entrance, earrings jangling.