“Hmph. Why do all the girls wear skirts so short their tooshies hang out? It’s so gross. Look - this page alone I see three micro-minis.” Kate turned the glossy page in protest.
“Boy, you're such a scary spy. I mean really…tooshies? Maybe you should retake your anatomy classes.”
“Fine. This skirt lets the girl’s Gluteus Maximus hang out. Better? Besides, I got a solid A in Anatomy 311, thank you very much.” Kate deliberately bit off a chunk of Twizzler.
“Yeah, gotta really know your body parts to kick some serious Gluteus Maximus, eh?” Tina laughed so hard she fell, sprawling, off the bed.