Jon looked at the two men, both of whom were dressed in suits and carrying revolvers.
"Hey...just as I thought...she switched. Now it looks like that guy's got her body and her purse!" the white guy yelled to his partner.
The black man sported long sideburned and a moustache and bore a slight resemblance to Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction. He was leading the way and within twenty feet of Jon, who continued to run in his mincing lady-like way, encumbered as he was by his high heels, tight skirt, and large breasts.
Within ten feet, the black man tried to stop, but couldn't quite stop his momentum as a little white girl of about six years old bounded off the escalator right in front of him.
As Jon looked back ten seconds later, he saw a little girl with a black afroed head grabbing a gun from a large black man's hand with a little white girl's head. As the child's baby sitter tried to stop the man, she stepped in the way of the other pursuer. The baby sitter was rotund, black and of college age. She sported short pants and a loose, long sleeve Tshirt, that did little to deemphasize her very large breasts. Jon saw the collision and knew that he had gained some advantage in the chase.
As he turned around a few moments later, he saw the odd sight of the two men chasing him. Now, they had racially and sexually mismatched bodies.
As he ran, Jon wondered what could possibly be in the purse that he carried over his shoulder.
