<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/1396d7e66db68cc1ab33e8568704bdf1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hitomi Hikaru</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lglsCMkkovQ_gLB5Q-iAI6g7gRodmWAi_oeRE47G1EE/edit</div></div><br/>Hitomi's heart was already thumping.  The other girl's kiss was enough to make it leap up into her chest.  The Japanese-Mediterranean girl’s cheeks were burning.  Her skirt was short enough--and top tight enough--that she probably would make a bad impression if she didn't relax 'til her nipples weren't making little tents of black silk anymore.<br/><br/>After checking her makeup, Hitomi go out of the Porsche, leaving her big bag in the trunk but taking her purse.  She sent off a quick text too their contact as she entered. "we're here.  Jesi's talking to the hostess."