No one knows the exact circumstances but she erased all data of herself in an attempt to avoid jail time. It worked, obviously, and now the teenaged p...odigy works for me, changing identities at the drop of a hat. Our last unknown is a deadly Asian amnesiac, who we call Yuki, Japanese for Frost. Her demeanor certainly earned the title. At 5' 2" she's tall enough that I have to crane my neck slightly to look her in the eye, but her 32B breasts aren't hard on the eyes either. However beneath her. Genuine military hardware undergoing modifications to civilian life. No one was ever going to redesign them to be anything but what the pair truly are ... greyhounds of the sea. Fast moving hunter-killers put out to pasture that won the lottery of life. Long, narrow and fast looking sitting on the hardstand. Too small for drydock but almost too big for the land ... Sand Tiger Sharks rather than Great White. Kept alive by some man with too much money and an urge to frighten the shit out of his. We'd managed to park close, since it was a Wednesday and who wanted to go to the mall on a weekday?"Clothes," Mom smiled at me. "Your father called me from work and gave me some ideas." Daddy is giving you fashion tips?" I laughed at that."No! Don't be silly." She laughed too. "I think someone told your father what sort of clothes the vice-president likes to see." He likes special clothes? That's weird," I decided, but Mom ignored me and we were in the mall proper then, heading towards the big. I assume you will like it. At least I hope so." As a tease, I added "If not, too bad for you." She hit me with a pillow and moved over to the chair which was clearly meant as my punishment. I sprawled out on the couch, "Oh this is so much nicer. Finally, some room to spread out."She gave me her best dirty look trying hard not to break into a smile. "Better get used to it, 'cuz that's where you'll be sleeping tonight." I threw the pillow at her which she caught and threw right back. She grabbed.