?You Japanese women are into all kinds of weird shit!!! You even some white boys to come and help you choose which ones to use!!!? the woman at the... counter burst into high laughter.Before Michelle could scream at the lady, saying she is Chinese and not Japanese, her ?Masters? ushered her out, ordering her to let it all go.While by her car, the boys had a quick talk with her, asking for her cell phone number and her house address. She gave it to them. They were planning on catching up. "Megan, I don't think you could handle what I'd like."Megan always rankled when I put her off. Of course, she knew what it would be about, but played along just the same. This time, however, she was suddenly serious."Don't ask me if you don't want to know!" I challenged.She backed off and thought about it for a while. Then she spoke up, telling me she really wanted to know and was ready to deliver! I saw the look in her eyes and decided to tell her."I'd like to go out on the town and have an. They thought it was all in good fun, and that Jaune didn't take it at face value... however, in truth he did. It truly annoyed him that he was so outmatched, and taunted even by his alleged friends, teammates, and even his partner who at a point stopped defending him so much.At some point, Jaune just so happened upon an online entrancing course. His interest caught, he chose to give it his time to get familiar with the techniques for trance-like influence, having this in his arsenal, that. The only water he had available was soaking into his jeans and running down his leg. It wasn't much but hopefully it would be enough. He deflected another club of air and noted the direction it was coming from. The shield he had around the Bronco failed. He didn't know someone could cut a shield like that. A barrage of bullets slammed into the Bronco and around the running form of a dog as Lightning raced back to his side. His dog whirled to face his attackers and Sean rested his hand in its.