Grabbing the front ofher shirt, she pulled.Ukyou warned, "Ranma, you DON'T want to rip your own shirtoff!"Angry Akane said, "Why NOT? He's ALWAYS expo...ing himself!"As on cue, the fasteners of the Chinese shirt came loose.Ranma flung open her shirt like Superman. Except she didn'thave any costume on under it. And she wasn't a man. Thatlast was obvious because the undershirt was up around herarmpits.Hinako-san cried, "Youthful hormones! I must weaken theirpower. --What did I do with my. ??????????? Her screams shook the walls. Ramirez gave her fifteen seconds, then released.??????????? ?I can’t remember,? Mia gasped. ?It’s a Japanese name. Maybe a code. Toyo ... Tohiro ...???????????? ?Tomoyo?? Ramirez prompted.??????????? ?Tomoyo!? Mia no longer cared that she was picking and guessing her way through a confession, prompting her interrogator for cues and saying what he wanted to hear. Anything was better than the shocks. Finally, after an endless time, Ramirez gathered up the. NOW I'M MEANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT OVER. HE'S OFF WORK IN AN HOUR. I'M SITTING IN A PARK IN MY UNDERWEAR, THE FANCY NY D****RY CLOTHES AND KILLER SILVER SNEAKERS I BOUGHT AND MY MIAMI CAP. LUCAS IS OFF TO HIS SUGAR DADDY. TOMORROW I WILL BE HOME. SAFE AND SOUND, FAR FROM THE HUSTLE AND BUSTLE, FAR FROM THE MEN AND RID OF THE TRIOS. THESE ARE THE LAST TWO WEEKS OF SUMMER. I CAN'T REALLY KEEP DOING WHAT I'M DOING WITHOUT GAINING ANYTHING FROM IT OR IT WON'T STOP. SATURDAY, the 17th of AUGUST. There’s no fixed agenda. This fact, coupled with my own lack of experience of parties where sex is on tap, means I can’t exactly plan out a schedule. It’s hard to relax in the land of plenty. Any time you stop for a drink, you’re thinking I should be out there. If the other guys were good friends of mine, I suppose it would be easier to mix up chilling with fucking. But since they’re random and I don’t much like small talk, they can’t distract me for long. All I know is that it has to be wise.