The card his lawyer had pressed on him flipped up as it fell to show the name of a local mixed martial arts dojo and the instructor's name, "Tiffany H...ll: Pink Ninja". He smiled when he saw that the owner was a woman and thought, "What the hell, punching people there was bound to land him in less trouble than street fighting." Plus he thought to himself laughing, it had to be a joke. A pink ninja called Tiffany."Yeah alright, I promise," he grumbled picking the card up off the table. "Tell you. You lean slightly forward so that my hands slides lower down your back, rubbing along your spine and down the sides of your back, then reaching even lower to caress the top of your ass, letting my index finger lightly tease the beginning of your sensitive crack. I bring my hand back up to the tops of your shoulders and softly stroke them again, rubbing the soapy water deep into your pores. Steadily, my hand reaches down the front of your chest, lightly caressing your throat, then dipping lower. They’d found her Microsoft login on the underside of her keyboard, written in not-really invisible ink that dust hadn’t stuck to. There was a TOR browser and LastPass app on the pc, and now they were going through the computer hunting for that vital key to the vault of the girls’ sex videos and spy footage.“Wish she’d just tell us,” complained Lily.“She’s being freaking stubborn,” said Karen. “Her ass is really pink.”“She has to fold in the end,” said Evelyn.“The thing is,” pondered Candace,. The walkof a block and a half to the main street was very difficult wearing those6 inch candy apple red pumps. By the time I arrived, my feet were"killing me". Fortunately, it only took me a few minutes to flag down ataxi. It was the first one that I saw, and it was headed in the opposite direction, and he made a quick U-turn and pulled up to the curb, jumpedout of the taxi, came around to the rear passenger door, and opened it upfor me. I was so shocked with his eagerness to drive me someplace.