Dragon Woman Returns 2
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Columbus Park
New York​, USA
9.30 pm​
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Under a star-filled night sky with a full moon on a cool wintery evening in New York City...KARL MISAWA stood with his hands raised in the air...his muscular, athletic frame..shielding his friend CHRISTIE LEE as they were confronted by a quartet of men who were wearing ski masks and were armed with guns.

As he stood there trying to figure out what was going on and how to get Christie and himself out of this...the former New York City police detective...who had returned to his hometown after an absence of four years...could not help but think that something seemed amiss with this predicament which he and the younger sibling of his deceased partner had found themselves in.

"Karl..." said Christie and he could hear the concern in her voice. "It's all right Christie..It's going to be all right..." he assured her.​
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Standing with his back to Christie Lee...Karl did not see the expression on the face of the younger sibling of his former partner. Christie knew she had to do something..she wanted to do something...but Karl's presence..for--d her to exercise restraint and wait for the right opportunity to hold back.

She only hoped it would be before anything dire happened to either Karl Misawa..who she had feelings for. Unaware of what Christie was pondering...Karl's protective instincts, feelings for Christie and training as a cop..kicked in...as he tried to draw her out of the line of fire which they had somehow been drawn into by these masked hoodlums who curiously knew who he was..despite the fact he had been away from New York City for four years.

Little did he know that Christie realised he was planning to act...and was making plans to do the same..as the men got closer.​
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"It ain't gonna be all right bitch...We can't have any loose ends...We'll deal with you after we deal with Misawa!" snarled one of the armed thugs at the quartet closed in on them. "You got real bad luck when it comes to women Misawa!...They all just seem to keep dying around ya!" mocked another one of the thugs.

Those words triggered a chain of events within the deepest recesses of Karl's mind...opening the floodgate..releasing a torrent of memories. Images of Sandra Lee filled his mind. In his mind's eye...he saw her as she lay dying in his arms..having taken a bullet from Bill Wilkins that was meant for him.

Even now..Karl remembered her reaching up to touch his face with her right hand..and her dying words to him.
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"Run Christie!!..Run!!" yelled Karl as he suddenly exploded into action..driving his right fist solidly into the face of the thug closest to him and then hurling himself at another one..as the first thug went sprawling along the ground.

Christie did as Karl told her...jumping over the bench and running away as he engaged the masked thugs. Out of the corner of his right eye...Karl saw her leaving and was relieved to know that his sacrifice would allow her to escape unharmed.

It was the last thing on his mind before he felt a pistol butt smash against the back of his head. "UHHH" groaned the former New York City cop as he fell to the ground unconscious.

One thug was taking aim at the fleeing Christie Lee with his silencer tipped pistol but was stopped by one of his partners before he could shoot.

"Let the bitch go!..She can't do anything to us!..Get Misawa in the van...The boss wants to have a word with him!" said another masked thug as two others dragged the unconscious Karl Misawa away.​
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Madison Street
New York. ​
11 pm.​
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In her modest apartment in Chinatown...private investigator Christie Lee knew that time was not on Karl's side. Wearing nothing except flimsy red silk panties... her ample firm bronze breasts...capped at their summits by wide brown areolas an big puffy brown nipples...swaying sexily the 20 year old Chinese beauty reflected upon the events which had transpired in the last 24 hours..when she was having a good time with Karl who she silently had feelings for.

Their reunion and Christie taking it to the next level was crudely interrupted by some masked hoodlums who seemed to have some beef with Karl.​
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Could they have been some old enemies from his past who had heard he had returned to New York and now it was payback time? Whatever the reason...they had not considered Christie Lee a threat..and let her get away...kidnapping Karl. ​
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"Karl's is real trouble...and going to the police is not an option for me...It's time Christie Lee steps back and let someone else take over..." resolved the female private eye as she sauntered into her bedroom...her ample firm bronze breasts swaying sexily from side to side as she strolled to her wardrobe and opened a secret compartment. ​
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Christie slid her panties down her toned thighs and calves..exposing the well trimmed patch of black pubic hair between her thighs. Reaching into the compartment...the young woman pulled out a costume which once belonged to her older sister.

It was a red kevlar lined body suit. Christie slipped it on..such that it hugged ever curve of her body. She slipped black bands on to each of her wrists and black bands just above her ankles.​
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Her hands were covered by her suit's fabric but her feet..with her toenails painted black..were visible through translucent stockings which were fireproof. She wore a black belt...with several compartments...around her small, shapely waist.

Using clips to secure her short black hair atop her head and against her neck...Christie slipped the cowl of her suit over the top of her head..leaving only the lower part of her nose and her lips exposed. Her brown eyes were hidden behind the white slits of her mask. ​
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The finishing touch was the application of bright red lipstick to her lips. In between her ample firm breasts..rested the insignia of a roaring black dragon. "If anyone's hurt Karl Misawa...They'll answer to...DRAGON WOMAN vowed the Top Heavy Chinawoman.
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To be continued.​