Before Jalany could input the phone number, notification came up on her screen that it had accepted a secod passive transponders ping-code.<br/><br/>Cory sashayed up to the nazadi nurse, scarlet died hair in a towel, bikini-clad body still damp, and gave her a quick but heartfelt kiss.  "The new code is my transponder, love.  I'm attaching myself to Emerald for a while.  I'm counting on you if i get in over my head."  She gave Jalani another quick kiss.<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>In her temporary quarters, Cory dug thrugh the outifits shed bought 'til she found something nice.  Grining from ear to ear, she hit the garage.<br/><br/>*  *  *<br/><br/>At the appointed time,  Emerald got a ping on her cell.  "Waiting for you at the motor-hall door to your apartment, sweety."<br/><br/>She would find her date waiting in front of a sleek black motorcycle with a golden profile of a sexy model reclined on the chasy.  The redhead herself had taken her hair out of its faux-innocent pigtails in favor of letting crimson curls spill down to the back of her waist.  She had a matching leather jacket over one shoulder, and her tight waist, white tatoos, and taut body was largely bared up top, given that her halter was a scarlet sash around her breasts, bound in front to a wide golden ring.<br/><br/>Her shapely legs were hugged by matching leather pants, golden latched on the outsides with curves of black flesh visible all the way down to the red and gold boots.<br/><br/>