I was leaning over to kiss the top of one of her shoulder blades, when the D-ring stitched into the top of her hood caught my eye, giving me pause for... thought. A bit of a waste, really.Then an idea came to me. I stood and reached into my canvas bag on the floor, pulling out a length of cord. I tied one end to the metal ring on the hood, and gently but firmly pulled on it until her head lifted from the bed, then until it bent back at the neck. She made a noise of surprise, but didn't seem unduly. On the left hand side of the stage where I was standing was a simple pedestal that I was behind. On the right were two large columns of monitors, 12 in each one, one column labeled “Bimbo” and the second “Cash”.In the center of the stage were 24 hot pink make up cases on clear pedestals that had a pink glow to them. Each case was labeled from 1 to 24. Inside each case was either a dollar sign or a chrome bimbo outline line like you sometimes see on the back of a big truck. Each time a case was. "This is my finest creation," I told Lauren.The Left Tower grunted--he must have been feeling talkative."You're my biggest creation; the White Maidens are my best, but fluorescent tattoos ... come on! How awesome am I?"Lauren and JoAnne's eyes couldn't get wider without popping out of their heads."Do you know how many things I had to change in Emily for her tattoos to light up? But wait for it ... she can control it!" I raised my hands and gestured for the two women to give me props."They're. I stood on one of the benches to look over a set of lockers. I gasped, I saw her. She was french kissing a blonde and had one of her hands down her shirt. I was so turned on I lost my balance. I made a loud crash as I hit the floor. ‘What was that?’ The brown-haired girl said. I stood up and tried to sneak out to the door. ‘Hey!’ she said. I turned looked her dead in the eyes. ‘How much of that did you see?’ she questioned. ‘Not enough’ I mumbled. ‘You can’t let anyone know about this’ she said.