I'll Be Suree to Clesha, Yes.

Bish scowled as he pressed the send button on his remote onlion banking application server. He nodded his gaunt head at her in a sharp jolt. She was an expert at non verbal signals, so immediately knew he meant yes. In front of him, she spun on her left stiletto heel. Three hundred and sixty degrees and a third. The velocity of the g force made her hair net fly off, and bundles of red hair fell down her back and shoulder. They're in a forest by the sea. Has time passed? Time has to have passeda, time's definitely passed. How much time what? Right now?...