The beginnings of a quiet tomorrow.

Later that day, while hanging out with Carl and Jason, a mob of news trucks honed in on our little hang-out corner. Let's just say, if Nat's jeans-covered buttocks had family, they would have probably been in mourning.

"John?"

"I'm home."

"Where were you?"

"Nowhere, Mom." Step step thud.

"Uh-huh. Nowhere."

"Yep." Creak. "Nowhere."

Slam, went the door, as the croak of the crickets dotted the background.

I got up the next morning needing to use the toilet. After fishing it out, I looked down at my penis and puckered. I never had a circumcision, which was something I wondered about. Was it more or less common? Did girls find it more or less appealing than a circumcised one? Did it even, like, matter at all?

Shaking my junior dry, I washed up, brushed my teeth, threw water over my hair, even applied some of that face cream my mom was always urging me to use, then went down for some breakfast.

"Sunday," I mused, setting the empty bowl in the sink about twenty minutes later. "What to do, what to do..."

Tap tap tap.

Drip.

After some thought, I, lazily, went outside and started moving in the first direction my feet took me.

As I strolled, I decided to, following a moment of reticence, mess around with the other morning roamers of the day. I didn't know why I was feeling a little hesitant about my power, but I guessed I just felt like taking it a bit easy after the craziness from the day before.

But only a bit.

Passing one Asian brunette from down the street on her daily jog, we exchanged quick smiles. In the same time, her leggings crawled up her legs until they were riding high over her hips, now effectively a sporty thong. Her butt cheeks jiggled slightly as she whisked past, the muscular glutes keeping them mostly firmly in place. A few minutes later, another jogger, this time with a dog, and much younger, probably college-aged. She slipped out of her pink jacket as she reached me, carelessly tossing it to the ground, leaving her breasts ajar in her tight grey-patterned sports bra. Her dane didn't seem to notice, or give it much thought.

It was a bit of a longer stretch before I came across some people that caught my attention, the rest in the interim being older couples and some un-extraordinary stragglers who I imposed random affectations on, like an untied shoe, or a spontaneous verbal outburst. (I thought it was pretty funny, okay?) This was a pair of almost-middle-aged women power walking their way towards me. As they chatted, I made them remove their footwear. Without a second thought, they left their shoes, socks included, in the middle of the sidewalk and continued past me without skipping a beat in their step. Both sets of toenails were now painted in black for the woman on the right, and red for the one on the left.

After turning a corner, I found a very young MILF watering her front lawn, her lower half adorned in knee-length capris, and wearing a strappy, casual-fit top. A second later, she decided the grass was quenched enough, and turned the hose to herself. Within no time, she had the hose shower her top in cold water. With a shiver, she pointed it progressively downward, getting her belly and then her crotch, before shifting her hip slightly to get her buttocks as well. The increasingly damp fabric conformed to the tight butt on her legs as she locomoted the water from side to side in order to drench her arse in a thorough and complete shower of hose-water. I nodded in approval before moving on and out of sight.

Some time later, I was blinking at a decimal point.

"That would be five dollars and thirty six cents." The clerk looked up and at me. Complete indifference welled in either eye.

I nodded, cooperatively. "Okay." Pulling out a ten, I paid for my things and strolled out, a set of drinks and one snack happier.

I may have been king of all conceivable things, but I wasn't exactly below paying for stuff.

Walking out of the convenience store, I took a swig out of my Caprisun and released a satisfying 'ah' to the world. I was about to take another when I realized, with a frown, that it was already practically empty.

"Uh, excuse me?" I re-entered the store. "I'd like five more of these."

I got a shrug from clerk Harold. "Okay."

"No charge."

Pause. Then another shrug from clerk Harold. "Okay."

Hard to say what time it was when I was lying on the grass in a park staring out at the sky, sipping on my last Caprisun. For once in my life, I didn't really care to know. I actually hadn't even pulled out my phone since I'd first went outside that day. Only once, to check the weather.

It helped that I'd made every woman I'd passed after strolling out of that convenience store all magically have trampy tattoos in easy-to-see parts of their body from my angle for kicks. Talk about learning how to appreciate the little things in life again.

So consider me lucky (or un-) when a few familiar snickers caught my ear. I raised my head, pressing the back of it deeper against the grass, to see a group of teenagers I recognized currently on their way to the skate rink, which was across the parking lot, of which I was on the other side..

"What's he even doing here?" the girl with dyed orange hair said behind a knuckle.

"Don't look at me," her long-haired pal dismissed with a scoff, his cap turned sidways as he dropped his board to the pavement and lightly hopped on it. "Loser probably got kicked out of the house."

The three of them took to laughter, the last one on the end being a shorter boy, also adorned in long hair, in this case topped with a beanie, on it some kind of skating branded logo of some sort.

I rolled my eyes and made them my temporary subject material.

In no time, the middle guy, the one with the jokes, grabbed the top of the girl skater's pants. With his other hand, he swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped them free, and then quickly tugged them out of the way. Despite all this, the girl let her black skinny jeans go falling to the ground, not bothering to pick them up. She actually looked over her shoulder down at it, then her arse, not one flinch striking a single muscle.

"Hey, buddy!"

The guy was looking in my direction. A finger was pointed to the orange-head's nude buttocks. She had been wearing panties, but that had retroactively changed just a few seconds ago.

"Don't you think my friend's butt is pretty fine? It's real fine for an ass on a small white girl like her, right?"

I pushed myself up, elbows pressed against sod. "Sure."

Hand falling down, he groped a cheek, his fingers sinking into her soft, pale, tight ass-flesh. She, again, watched on casually, even detaching a stray strand or two from her eyelash as her fellow skating colleague gabbed away. "Do you want to spank her for me?"

After making a show of thought, I raised my shoulders, then let 'em drop. "Why not."

As I approached the trio, the orange-head smiled and presented her nude bottom to me. It was like she was offering sponge cake her dad made. "Soooo I guess I've been a bad girl. Meaning you should give me a really hard smack down there."

"Fine by me." Looking down, I raised my palm.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACKITY-SMACK

SMACK!

She was red by the time I was done. Looking to her guy friend, I made a gesture. "Now, drop your pants."

"Okay." He began unzipping as I looked to the orange-head. Her eyes were still recovering from a watery overload.

"You're gonna spank him now. In front of everybody. Cool?"

She agreed with some enthusiasm, only to wince as she straightened, the dullness in her ass fat beginning to give way to the purring sting left from my searing palm attacks.

When I looked at the third of the group, I nodded. He returned the gesture. I then squirted the rest of my Caprisun over orange-head's ass, let the plastic container disintegrate in mid-air, and walked away from the steadily accumulating crowd as, upon fixing up her jeans, slightly stained from tropical punch juice, she positioned herself behind her partner in crime, raising her hand high in the air.