Kobiety w tarapatach

No life, no sound except your own.

We'll be back, and when we come, maybe you'll be ready.

All right, get up. Strip.

Everything except panties.

I mean everything. The works. Let's go.

Let's go, move it!

Turn around. Hand behind you.

Getcha!

Shut up.

Alright, let's go.

Yes?

Ready on your call to the Caribbean, Mr. Varone.

Ginger!

Jason, how are you?

Fine, and you?

Nearly naked.

So what else is new?

I'm lying flat on my stomach for a change.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

How come?

It's good for your perspective.

What, looking at the ground instead of the ceiling?

Yeah, it'll bring you back to Earth, and that's where I need you at the moment.

You've got another case for me!

Well, you said you'd like to try it again sometime, just for fun, and besides, you know what they say.

All play and no work makes Ginger a swinging chick.

Your offers or mine?

Mine, unfortunately.

The two ****** have had several things in common.

First, geographically, they occurred only 20 miles apart.

Here and here.

Second, all the girls involved were young, 17, 18, and attractive.

One was a beauty contest winner and the other three cheerleaders.

Finally, in both cases, the local authorities are nowhere.

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