Train looked back over his shoulder, panting as he ran. He cursed as he saw, rounding the corner speeding after him, an elegant dark elephant skin boot, followed by a fur-lined coat and the ghastly pale face of Creed The Gay. "Tri-tri, come baaack!" Creed wailed, as Train picked up speed.
It wasn't fair. Train had just been sitting in a dingy hotel lobby, gulping down jug after jug of milk (and with every jug Sven was getting redder and redder in the face, Train noticed - but he kept on drinking anyway), when suddenly in burst Creed, a mad glint in his eye. Eve grabbed Train's kitten (who was gulping up as much milk as Train) and leapt under the table. Sven hollered and...well, Train couldn't quite remember what he did, because Train had spurted out all of his milk, got up, and RAN. Sven kept boasting about all the races he'd won in high school, but compared to him, Train was the speed of light. There was nothing like a mad gay phitophile bursting in to get you running.
Train gasped for air, hoping that soon Creed would give up before he ran out of strength. He couldn't carry on that much longer. Spotting a narrow alleyway, he turned into it, hoping that Creed wouldn't follow.
Oh, crap. A dead end.
"I've got you now, Tri-tri!" Creed called, rounding the corner to face...an empty dead end alley?
Train caught his breath. At least he was safe from Creed now. At the last minute he had ducked into a small, narrow shop, hidden out of sight behind some large boxes that cleverly concealed the entrance. As Train looked around, he realized that he was in the back room of some...what was this place anyway? It didn't seem to be any ordinary kind of room, as the boxes were overflowing with teensy, sexy, very revealing outfits. Train noticed another door. He cautiously it opened it and stepped through. What lay in front of him, he could have never imagined he would end up in in his wildest dreams.