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On Tue, 22 Jul 2003 10:39:13 -0400 DB Sommer <sommer@3rdm.net> wrote:
She could feel her lower lips moistening from the rough
manipulations. "Oh yes, I knew you had it in you," Akane cooed.
Abruptly, the mauling stopped. In a high pitched, feminine voice, Kunou
asked, "Ranma, when you chest get so small?"
Talk about ruining the mood.
Kasumi gave a surprised, "Oh!" as she stopped cutting and stared wide-eyed
at the hands that had attached themselves to her chest.
I guess Shampoo couldn't have afforded using Nabiki.
"You can use my tits as an example if you want, but you'll owe me one,"
Nabiki said as she continued leafing through the morning paper.
My point exactly.
P-Chan was struck hard enough to be knocked clear of Ranma's hand. She
wagged her finger at the piglet. "Bad, P-Chan! Quit picking on Ranma!" she
admonished.
Now that's something you don't see every day.
"I am perfectly happy with my current designation," 2 For 9 insisted.
This is the first place For has been capitalized. You may need a
global search and replace once you decide which way you want to go.
Ranma passed his hand in front of Sayuri several times before it had the
desired result of shaking her out of her fantasy. "Anyway, thanks for
helping save her from that Amazon."
Obviously she didn't get expelled for the aftermath.
Ranma wondered just how spaced out the girl usually was. She'd have to grill
Akane about it later. "Anyhow, I thought I'd repay you by asking you out on
a date. On me, of course."
The question is whether Akane will play along with Nabiki's trick on
Ranma. It could be funny either way. So far he's avoiding Yuka and
making a play for Sayuri instead of the other way around.
"Until the end of the month," Sayuri admitted bitterly. "Apparently, the
vice principal objects to being called a garishly dressed midget with bad
hair and having that bulbous nose of his honked like a clown's prop. I
probably would have gotten detention until the end of the year, but he
seemed to enjoy the lap dance I gave Miss Takashiro," Sayuri muttered.
"Could have sworn the whole thing was a damn dream."
Oh. So there were repercussions.
Despite the ease of the class, Ranma wasn't bored. On the contrary, unlike
classroom work, he was very much interested in phys-ed, especially today's.
Since it was a class focusing on gymnastics, all of the girls were dressed
in tight-fitting leotards. Seeing the way the cloth fit over so snugly over
their bodies riveted his attention the way few things could. Even now some
of the girls began stretching out, striking all sorts of poses that made
Ranma drool in Pavlovian response.
Why should he drool? He's never gotten any no matter how many time he
rings his bell.