(aloud) This is a real fight!(Inui traps Sanosuke's wrist and flips him around to catch an elbow in the face. Inui laughs and gives him the finger.)Sa...nosuke (thinking): This guy--(His every punch and kick is blocked by Inui's wristguards.)Sanosuke (thinking): His moves--(Inui grabs him and flips him. Sanosuke's head thuds against the floor.)Sanosuke (thinking): They're strange!Inui: You done already?Sanosuke (still on the floor): I get it... If I want to beat you, first I gotta smash those. He arrived at 9:30 local time and came in through the back door. Melody particularly liked that euphemism, and the symbolism of having her sex toy come in through the rear. Not that Jacques would be getting any of that particular kink. No, Melody just wanted it straight and long and strong.She went to the apartment door to let him in. While she did, a small, remote controlled, flying assassin flew in through the open balcony door and nestled in the shadows under a chair, in the corner. From. Not gonna lie, that’s weird.”“Kinda.”“But was the kiss good?” She leaned in wanting more details.“Oh my god, yes!”“Was he cute?”“Yes! He has those high cheekbones that make his cheeks sink in in the sexiest way. And he has orange hair.”“Orange hair?” Rach replies snarling.“It sounds weird, but if you saw him, ugh, you’d melt looking at him too.”“Wow, miss goodie two shoes is kissing random boys in the stairwell, so unlike you.”“I know. And the weird thing is, I want to kiss him again.”“Even if. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Heather, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her. How long.