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Dave Lizewski was startled awake at 2:35 in the morning by the various sounds of the creaking of window frames and floorboards, a thump and a whispered "Fuck.", then a stumble as whoever had managed to scale the tree outside of his window and fall onto his carpet shakily made an attempt to stand. A hand reached out and gripped the footboard of Dave's bed for balance. He held his breath, and didn't move. A burgler? A rapist? Some drug dealer he'd beaten up in the past and found out his secret identity and was now out for revenge? Fuck, that was totally it. Some fucking addict had managed to figure out that Kick-Ass was nothing more than a

One-Handed Reading: Sissy Shopping Story (TG) "Can I help you find anything?" The salesgirl's voice startled me a little. I turned and smiled at her, then held up the two tops I had been debating over, one in each hand. "Actually, yes, you can," I answered, still smiling. "I can't decide which of these to get. Maybe you can help me decide?" The salesgirl nodded and turned her eyes to the shirt I I held out first. "This one?" I inquired. It was a lavender stretch shirt, princess seamed with three-quarter sleeves ending in cute turned back cuffs. I already had one similar to it in white, except this one had the longer, more pointed style o