Cops show up; Jonny better be gone fast.

Jonny was suddenly distracted by the wail of sirens and the flashing of red and blue lights nearby. A look of disappointment crossed the face of Jonny's curvy host. "Oh well drat," he said, his sexy, curvy exterior taking on a sort of pouty appearance like a little girl who had just been denied candy, "big mean policemen have to come and ruin all my fun," Jonny said. He turned and beheld the body of Marcy White spread across the floor, still under the thrall of Jonny's magic. "I was hoping I could make you my plaything," he said, crestfallen, "but I guess it was not to be," Jonny said. Suddenly, Jonny disappeared in a familiar puff of black smoke, his pregnant host body gone in the blink of an eye as it carried his essence across the city.

Jonny's brief time inside the body of the young Officer Billy Green had not been fruitless. The memories of the young Mr. Green were an open book to the spirit that had possessed him. His childhood, his first sexual encounter, his family history, his favorite band--all these things lay before Jonny when he entered his host even briefly. One recent memory swirling about in the officer's mind was a radio transmission he had heard in the police car on the way to the gas station. Apparently, some guy named Officer Grubman--a man Green had met only briefly--had radioed that he suspected something fishy at an apartment building across town. A young tike named Tommy had been home, ostensibly alone, but Grubman had thought the missing Selina McCarthy might be hiding somewhere in the neighborhood. Apparently the young boy seemed shifty when Grubman talked to him, and he asked for permission to return to the apartment later that night in hopes of catching the suspect--the former Chief.

Jonny smoked back into existence in the darkened corner of an apartment building across town. He glanced around from his obscured perch. "Well at least this looks like an apartment building, sort of . . . " Jonny said to himself as he looked around. It was the middle of the day, and normally people would have been coming and going from lunch or scurrying home to make sure the babysitter had things under control, but none of that now--it was dead quiet. A smile spread across Jonny's face as he reached down and rubbed his bloated belly. "Your mommy did that--yes she did!" he said, using a voice that parents often used to playfully talk to young children.

Jonny stepped out from the corner, strutting sexily down the shiny tile floor as his motherly hips swayed from side to side. He summoned up the fragments of Green's memory that he could still access, being no longer in Green's body. Grubman's radio message had described the boy as young and wearing superhero pajamas with curly hair. That was at least a place to start. Jonny ascended the stairs of the building, coming to the top and looking down a cavernous hall. "Here little fella," he called out playfully. If this kid could tell him where Selina was, then he could get back into her body and exert the kind of control over this town he'd been accustomed to. All the doors down the hall seemed closed, and Jonny strolled down the hall to the muffled sounds of frantic newscasts as the people locked up inside their apartments were watching. The calm was erie. For Jonny, it was the sound of victory, yet just the start of it.

The minutes ticked by as Jonny reached for fragments of the now-absent Green's memory for clues, but none came. "This body has its advantages," Jonny said looking down at his bulging chest, "but I need to find this fucking kid," he said, exasperated.

Suddenly, Jonny heard three strange noises from behind him. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" called out a young-sounding voice. Jonny spun around quickly, his borrowed boobs lurching about as he did so. As he brushed some shiny blond hair out of his eyes, he beheld a small boy at the other end of the hallway. Squinting, Jonny could see that the young kid seemed to be pretending that his outstretched fingers were a pistol, as so many kids do playing cops and robbers as children. Jonny smiled as memories of his own childhood briefly drifted into his mind. He began to walk toward the boy and squinted his eyes a bit to keep the blinding sun out of his field of vision. As he approached the boy, his features became clear.

The little guy seemed to be about seven years old, and a somewhat unruly puff of curly blonde hair adorned his head. He was small in stature, as his age would suggest, but he was a wee bit pudgy around his belly, probably from too many sweet, sugary foods. He wore a set of pajamas modeled after an Iron Man suit, complete with the cloth made to look metallic red with bits of gold plating here and there. As Jonny approached, Tommy regarded him with a certain measure of apprehension. "Hi there!" Jonny said, a wide smile spreading across his host's face. Tommy stepped back a little bit and looked the possessed body of Angela Donovan up and down. The leather hugging her every beautiful, sexy curve revealed an erotic beauty that was, of course, lost on the little boy. He didn't know what to make of it. "Um . . . hi," he said pensively.

"What's your name?" Jonny asked. Tommy paused again, seeming unsure about whether answering was a good plan. After a few seconds, he seemed to have decided. "Tommy," he said, "my name's Tommy." This was the kid! Jonny had found him! He could lead her back to his Selina body, but he figured he should play it cool for now. "I'm Angela," Jonny said as he Tommy's little hand, "what are you doing out here all by yourself?" Tommy responded enthusiastically, "I'm helping the police get the bad guys that they say are everywhere," he declared, nodding profusely. Jonny smiled again. "I'm sure you are, a big boy like you," he said with a smile. Tommy smiled back. "Say," Jonny began as he bent down on his knees and put his host's head at about the level of Tommy's, "do you suppose you could help me with something?" "Sure," Tommy said. "I'm looking for a friend of mine," Jonny explained, "it's a lady, a grown-up lady with dark hair and dark clothes, sort of like mine," Jonny said. Tommy looked deep in thought for a moment, as though he knew who Jonny was talking about but didn't want to tell.

"This grown-up, ah, well she took my . . . my--," Jonny searched for the metaphor, "my costume," he declared confidently, having found an interesting, kid-friendly way to refer to the curvy body of Selina's that was so recently his. Jonny smiled at Tommy. "You know, I don't think she meant to do anything bad, but yeah, she has my costume, and it's the costume I need to stop the bad people," Jonny declared. Tommy was mulling it over. "Tony Stark wouldn't be much without his Iron Man suit, would he?" Jonny pushed, "us good people sometimes need costumes," Jonny said. Tommy began to nod. It was working!

"H--her name's Selina. She's my friend . . . says she'll be back tonight after my mom's gone," Tommy said, finally giving up the pearl Jonny needed. Jonny beamed inside his sexy host.

"Tommy, get back inside. What have I told you about running out at times like this?" came a female voice. Jonny looked up at a woman who shuffled quickly out of an apartment, rushing toward the small boy. This woman wore a set of scrubs that concealed her figure a bit, but Jonny could tell her boobs were impressive--not as much so as Selina's, but impressive still. Curly dark hair cascaded down from her head, framing a face with a pleasant smile. Her face and body seemed a bit pudgy. This woman seemed like many working mothers--a bit out of shape because she didn't have the time to exercise and eat right, though she tried. Her boobs and ass jiggled adorably, however. This woman beheld Jonny with substantial reticence. "Um, hi . . . .ah--I--I'm Lauren," she said, sticking out her hand to greet the hooker-like woman talking to her young son. "I'm Angela," Jonny answered as a plan formed in his mind.

His eyes turned red as he shook Lauren's outstretched hand, and he reached down and touched Tommy on the shoulder at the same time. Jonny smiled as the two new companions fell totally under his thrall there in the hallway. "Wonderful to meet you both, but now I'll have to insist we head inside. Tommy and Lauren turned around without a word and headed into the apartment. Jonny followed behind them, and then he closed the door.