Douglas Meecham Stafford III, a Napa Valley winery heir on the top of the most eligible bachelor lists, takes a break from his life of privilege and goes undercover on an academic mission to collect stories from New York City’s homeless population in “The Princess of Central Park,” a novella by a Summerlin author who goes by the pen name George Sorbane. Though the aunt who raised him after he was orphaned was against it and insisted he wear Kevlar, Doug set out on “a journey of penetration into social circles which many of his friends and advisers warned him not to even consider.”
“…we will beat the living daylights out of you right now. This is our park, get out, and get moving, I said right now.”
Doug couldn’t believe the tension in the air, tension so thick, you could cut it with a knife, yet no one was moving.
Then something extraordinary happened that took everyone by surprise.
Like a tigress defending her cubs, Lucy approached silently, head down as if an attack was imminent, then flew in the air and delivered a kick to the chest of the tall punk so devastating and brute that he fell back and took his flock down, shopping carts and all to the ground.
Lucy grabbed a steel pipe and put it to his neck, a foot on the other side.