Ding Ping was relentless. And, frankly, Zhang Feifei was getting bored. Twenty six positions in 40 minutes. Not only was that irritatingly distracting but also a crowd had gathered in a semi circle around them, staring. Even the non-cops with the arm bands were there. Half of them had their camera phones out.

She couldn’t stop thinking about how much she needed a pedicure. God, why hadn’t she had her callouses scrubbed before starting this? Her toe nails were probably dreadful and chipped.