I recognized the street from our shopping trip, but I doubt that Rodeo Drive was ever quite this empty. There was no one in sight. As I looked around ... realized that I had been wrong. There was one other person present.Sitting on the bench that the girl in the white dress had occupied before was a woman dressed in dark jeans, a men's dress shirt and a dark windbreaker. Black shoes and sunglasses completed the look. She was not moving and as I realized this it occurred to me that there was no. Her face and chest blushed deep red but she couldn't stop grinding her hips against Allan's hand. She came again."Ask the nice man to make your slut hoops permanent," Allan said.Tiffany looked at Carson and asked. He lit the small soldering device he kept on the table.When he was finished with the hoops, I told him I needed one more thing done. Tiffany looked at me, puzzled and afraid. She couldn't hide the hoop earrings the way she could the nipple piercings and the tattoos. Now, I wanted. It's obvious to us that all of you have some very special talents or you wouldn't be here. It doesn't take much to realize what some of those talents must be, as you obviously aren't experts at combat. Our business is to keep secrets, ma'am, and we'll keep yours. We need all the information we can get if we are to help you." Poor man! He was trying to be helpful and understanding, but Victoria had to hold Amy in her seat to keep her from showing him just what her combat skills were."We're not. Suave, pull over. Let me show you boys how to play some mailbox baseball.” Suave did as Dirty told him to and I switched seats with my friend. Once Suave resumed driving down the residential street, nearing the next row of mailboxes, Dirty began smashing the targeted mail receptacles with great ease. He ripped through the aluminum of several mailboxes, slicing them with the edge of the shovel scoop. Dirty then turned the scoop vertically and bludgeoned the next row of targets,.