Yukio's destination wouldn't have been totally surprising to those who knew her. She entered another modest home and dressed in clothes Yukio's father wouldn't let her in a million years. They were short, tight, and left little to the imagination.
She tied her hair back into a ponytail, her mind filling with thoughts of the football team and the relative lengths of their members.
Meanwhile, Melissa...formerly Smith, blankly moved on, her sexual urges and higher brain activity currently stifled.
