Blonde Justice placed her hands on her hips, thighs slightly parted...her power pose..a smile crossing her face as she noticed Black Rose gasping for breath and kneeling on one knee - holding her once toned by already aching and sore abs. "Feel like some more fighting, Ms. Rose...or will you come with me now to the police"?

Dark Rose looked up...seeing the haughty and overconfident face of Blonde Justice past the rise of her jutting breasts. An idea occured to her...

What do you do now?

	Dark Rose clenches her fist and drives it upwards into Blonde Justice
	Dark Rose feigns giving up, so that she can reach her secret weapon

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Story program written by Valerie Mates