“Don’t look now, but one of the oldies is watching us,” he said, and so she swung him round and looked.“Forget it,” she advised, “That’s... Bahir, my head bodyguard. Just ignore him and he won’t interfere with us.”“Head bodyguard? How many do you have?” was the disbelieving response.“Six, but only two are on duty here. Forget them.”Rupert stopped in mid step and looked at her in amazement. “You really mean it, don’t you?” he said, “You’re that Princess that Vera told me about. You won’t believe. The minimal leotard which formed the top of her costume barely covered her shaved crotch; Rose had no idea why she'd picked up the habit of almost erotically shaving this part of her body, it was her stronger, inner sister who had her doing so. After all, none of weak sister Rose's medium length blonde hair would be seen on her head, so none of it should be spotted in her crotch, either. Her bounteous breasts, which Rose's tight fitting bras always held close and repressed, filled the top of. Game?" I said slowly, worriedly. Like I said, I knew my own wife."Let's call it ... tit, for tat." Tit for what?" Pete asked."Boob's for dicks then," if you prefer. "Tits for tat ... or rather that ... them," she said pointing at our lower extremities."You're kidding right?" Jeff asked anxiously ... though more hopefully perhaps as his voice had gone up an octave upon asking that."Girls?" Darlene said turning towards them. "Let's show them that we're serious here," and with that, all three. A white male police officer looking under his dash board instead of focusing on driving. A blonde-haired soccer mom writing notes on a board while driving near the train station. And nearby, a dark-haired, matronly woman reading what appeared to be a newspaper while driving. Yes, that’s the truth. I wish I were lying. Unfortunately, that’s the truth. Isn’t this a wonderful world we live in? Some people are inherently stupid the way others are inherently evil. I think there is a gene for evil..