Sex and the City

It was a hot and steamy summer night in metropolitan Tokyo, when four sexy women slipped into their Zara jeans, strapped on their Steve Madden heels, and glossed over their lips for a night on the town. Jetting out on the hottest wheels around, they let the wind tousle their hair on their sweet ride into the city lights where nothing but deviant freedom lay ahead of them.

Recklessly they parked their fast machines in front of the very chic French Cafe, causing a stir of attention from the locals. These sexy women paid no mind, and carelessly laughed in delight.... they were shamelessly used to attracting attention.

They were four women, from the four corners of the earth, gathered in perfect harmony; there was tantalizing Veryan from Britain, coquettish Prue from Australia, demure Hideko from Japan, and voguish Tracey from America.

Once inside the cafe, they shared intimate stories of the men love and the work they hate, over tall glasses of sparkling water and four French courses. With such hot topics, no one even cared about the handsome young waiter who continued to blush at this stunning group before him.

When the evening grew long, the four friends parted. Each glamorously set off again on her fast wheels. It was an evening never to be forgotten or repeated. There has never been nor ever will be such "sex and the city" again.

(my favorite moment is when we met up on bicycles at Veryan's apartment and she said in her heavy British accent, "I feel like we are some sort of juvenille dilenquent gang meeting up at a shady hotel".... so funny)