The little girl began to cry. In the endless back-and-forth of the crowd she'd been separated from her mother. Now she was lost and lonely in this cold, big city. People brushed past her indifferently, their eyes purposely avoiding her gaze. Except for a handsome young gentleman in a deep blue suit. He knelt before her, smiling paternally. "Hey little girl," he spoke softly. "Why so sad?" She whimpered, "I'm lost, Mister. I can't find my mommy." "Don't worry, little girl," grinning lecherously as her beautiful eyes widened. "I'll help you find her. You're safe with me."