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Hello folks! Here we’re with a new comic of Scorpion Woman in “Sting of the Scorpion Woman”
Detroit, Michigan 10 am. Present day
MICHELLE WALKER was one of the best police detectives in the city of Detroit. The daughter of a veteran cop…killed in the line of duty….
Michelle had surpassed the majority of the women in the ranks of Detroit’s finest…already achieving the rank of detective at the age of 24.
She entered the squad room of the 7th Precinct…her father’s old unit…and walked slowly towards her desk…
her co-workers turning in her direction as they heard the sound of her low heeled boots echoing across the floor.
Many of them wondered why Michelle wanted to be a cop like her father…when she could have easily settled down with a good man and raised a family.
Her raven tresses were worn loose…cascading like a waterfall from the top of her head to her shoulders.
Her piercing blue eyes saw her fellow officers looking in her direction as she walked towards her desk.
Standing at 5′ 7″ in height…Michelle’s athletic body was highlighted against the fabric of her thin white cotton shirt…
her black leather jacket…black slacks and black leather boots. Her colleagues knew better than to get on her bad side…
since she was also the best markswoman in the precinct with a handgun…and a tenth degree black belt in karate.
Read on… ONLY in HIPcomix.com!

Description

Hello folks! Here we’re with a new comic of Scorpion Woman in “Sting of the Scorpion Woman”
Detroit, Michigan 10 am. Present day
MICHELLE WALKER was one of the best police detectives in the city of Detroit. The daughter of a veteran cop…killed in the line of duty….
Michelle had surpassed the majority of the women in the ranks of Detroit’s finest…already achieving the rank of detective at the age of 24.
She entered the squad room of the 7th Precinct…her father’s old unit…and walked slowly towards her desk…
her co-workers turning in her direction as they heard the sound of her low heeled boots echoing across the floor.
Many of them wondered why Michelle wanted to be a cop like her father…when she could have easily settled down with a good man and raised a family.
Her raven tresses were worn loose…cascading like a waterfall from the top of her head to her shoulders.
Her piercing blue eyes saw her fellow officers looking in her direction as she walked towards her desk.
Standing at 5′ 7″ in height…Michelle’s athletic body was highlighted against the fabric of her thin white cotton shirt…
her black leather jacket…black slacks and black leather boots. Her colleagues knew better than to get on her bad side…
since she was also the best markswoman in the precinct with a handgun…and a tenth degree black belt in karate.
Read on… ONLY in HIPcomix.com!