Not that it mattered much. He ignored her and pressed the knife none-too-gently against her neck, holding her tight to prevent her avoiding the pressu...e from the blade."Lift yer skirt like a good girl..."Almost paralysed with fear she lay dormant across the car hood."I won't tell you again. lift it, and drop de tights."Marion switched into autopilot. Her hands reached behind her and wriggled her pencil skirt up around her hips. She stared across the bonnet of the car at the concrete wall as she. "Fart-Girl! I knew you'd make it!"Buttsniff-Girl cheered with a big beaming smile.Fart-Girl was dressed in her crime-fighting outfit of a mint-green catsuit, with a darker shade of green eye-mask on, and dark dyed green hair that flowed like a wavy deep jade sea down her back, almost reaching right down to her butt, and there, blazoned across her impressive bust, was the sign all criminals in Windy City Central feared most of all:a black diamond shaped crest with beige coloured mooning buttocks. "That's okay, I think he just wants to know how I'm doing with theprescription he gave me." Good, why don't you tell me and I'll let him know." Without thinking, Itold her that I was doing fine. I sure didn't want to tell HER about my'private' issues, especially in a crowded waiting room. She nodded,saying "Please take a seat," and walked down the hall. A minute latershe was back, and said "Dr. Morris will come out to see you in a fewminutes."I grabbed a magazine and started leafing. ”“Please, Goodwoman Tulat, Ranger Teran – or do you prefer Kin Teran?” the king asked.“Y-y-your highness,” Teran stuttered. “Kin is ... an older title, seldom used within the Southern Rangers. We have no real need of rank – we all simply do what must be done regardless of status.”“I understand,” the king replied. “Would that we all could use such a workable system. Please then, Goodwoman Tulat, Ranger Teran and Excellency Bena, have a seat in the gallery and, after we have greeted all of our.