Super Bimbo
SUPER BIMBO by Throne Jim Marlow got the alarm on his wrist communicator. Robbery in progress. Old warehouse district. The Cerise Comet shed his civilian clothes and stood revealed in the skintight outfit that identified him as the quickest man alive. He pulled the hood up in back and fitted it over his eyes. A quick check in the mirror assured him that he looked perfect, his slim, lightly muscled figure shown off, the stretchy material he wore bright red and shiny. He smiled at...