You are sitting at a coffee shop tucked on the street on a cool November afternoon. The sun is starting is descent to the horizon. The streets are calm, people bustle here and there. A shop keeper is outside sweeping the leaves away from the front of his store. You are looking at your coffee when you notice the liquid starts to ripple. It's faint at first, but it vibrates stronger. Suddenly the whole table seems to be vibrating and you swear you hear a noise. Is it an Earthquake?

You look up to see what it is, its faint, but growing louder. You hear, what sounds like a low thunder, lots of pats on pavement, combined with screaming. It's growing louder by the second. It sounds like, women? At first you think, there may be trouble. But then you see it...a hoard...

Prestige books it from around a corner down the street and he's coming at you at full sprint. He's laughing with a half crazed look on his face. His shirt is torn and his hat had fallen off a few blocks back. You wonder what it is that's going, the sound you hear isn't coming from Prestige...The sound becomes deafening and your coffee mug vibrates to the edge and falls off the table as a mob of women come around the same corner flailing and screaming, chasing after Prestige. They are pushing each other, blowing kisses, flailing their arms wildly, reaching out for Prestige, who has a good thirty yard lead on the mob.

"--I LOVE YOU PRESTIGE!!

"-- MARRY ME PRESTIGE!!"

"-- I'M YOURS FOREVER!!"

Prestige comes running toward you, his tie and shirt trail in the wind behind him. He's running very quickly and yet with what looks like such ease. He doesn't even look winded, when he reaches you he shouts,

"I'd run or get out of the way! I'm pretty sure they overturned a car a few blocks back!!"

You watch as Prestige cuts across traffic, easily dodging cars as they come by. With the grace of a gazelle you watch him jump onto a dumpster, jump to the fire escape and leap over the divider in the alley, disappearing down to the other side in a matter of seconds.

The crazed group thankfully crosses the street before they reach you. The cars slam on their brakes to avoid hitting the wall of women in the street. The women run to the alley entrance Prestige disappeared in, and come to a grinding halt having lost his trail. Confused, they look around hopelessly, testing the few doors in the alley before starting to disperse, blaming each other for losing him and talking about their lovely Prestige.

"-- He's just so sexy--"

"-- One day he'll notice me--"

You over hear as they all disperse down the street. Still not sure what you just witnessed, you shake your head and wipe off the spots of coffee that splashed on your clothes.

Puzzled, Vito_T does a quick tally of the women as they trample past.  Thirty-ish.

Wow, thirty women spontaneously gathered, they probably represent less than 5% of his total admirers.

1 in 5 has an STD.

The math is really quite simple from there.

Vito begins to scribble on his cocktail napkin:

PrSTD=(30/.05)/5 --> PrSTD=120

Vito_T chuckles, crumples up his napkin and goes back to his coffee.

Don Sherlock and Petra noticed the rumble of women blowing past as they lounged gracefully in the coffee shop. Petra pours hot tea from a cute porcelain teapot and sips from her cup delicately.

" Hmm, that man Prestige...he's so hot right now."

Don Sherlock takes the teapot smashing it on to the cafe floor.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MANLINESS!!!

We are from the US of A.

We only brew two things.

Death and Coffee.

Petra sighs, " Not again. Must you do this everytime I invite you out for drinks?"

She continues to sip her cup while staring at Prestige climbing up a fire escape. She turns her gaze back to Don Sherlock who was breathing heavily while looming over the broken porcelain pieces. Well?

As the poor cafe attendant swept up the pieces, Don Sherlock dangles a napkin in front of him and punches it repeatedly.

" He is."

The coffee gets colder and colder but Geraldine is too broody to notice.Nothing could bring her back to reality but a hoard of women yelling hysterically.And guess what?There was one running down the street.It took her a few moments to realise what was going on but as long as she did she could feel nothing else but pity for these women.Prestige was OK (the most earnest compliment Geraldine can do) but that wasn't enough to humiliate yourself like that.People can get so confusing sometimes...Her thoughts were interrupted(again) by a gorgeous fair-haired woman who screamed:

PRESTIGE YOU'LL BE MINE SOMEDAY!

On hearing this phrase Geraldine couldn't hide a slight smile...  

Hearing the earthquake of women, Timber looks up from her coffee. Catching a glimpse of Prestige running she starts to laugh. Her laugh grew louder as she saw the horde of women coming into view. Taking a few minutes to see what would happen next she watches him easily get over the divider. Shaking her head she grabs her copy of the newspaper and continues to read.