The goddess, Addidas

Nancy had never felt so alive as she raced through the pedestrian mall, or maybe that was the cocaine. Either way, she felt the urgency of the situation rushing through her body like, well, cocaine. "I must save that panda!" she screamed as she rode on, drawing bewildered gazes from tourists in tacky t-shirts. "What a strange young lady," they said amongst themselves. If only they knew.

Nancy's bike was doing 90 miles an hour when, all of the sudden, a figure in a dark trench coat stepped in front of her path, about 80 feet in front of her. She swerved to miss it and lost control of her bike. While the crash was horrific, it had a certain sexy quality to it.

Strangely, Nancy's clothes were ripped only in attractive and suggestive places after the motorcycle crash. Dirt on her face only made her cheekbones look more dangerous. More dangerously sculpted. Like her breasts. "Luckily, I haven't eaten in 6 days, and my bones bounce like rubber," she thought. "Sometimes, it's good to be an ISLM." Nancy spun to face her attacker. The hooded figure loomed before her. The hood looked like Burberry, 2005. "Is that Burberry?: Nancy asked.
the Figure swished towards Nancy. "Collection deux-mille-cinque," it replied. The figure's voice was husky, like she had smoked a few packs of cocaine-laced cigarettes that hour. She had.
Nancy tossed her shiny yet slightly tossled motorcycle hair. "Nancy Drew," she held out her hand. "I know." the figure replied. "They call me, 'Addidas.'"
The Burberry 2005 hooded trench collection ensemble blew aside in the putrid wind of the city street. Underneath, Nancy glimpsed shining purple rainpants.

Nancy gasped.
Could this really be her? The one they call Addidas? The most famous International Lesbian Supermodel in the world?
Looking into Addidas' glowing yet hollow face with excellent mascara and line use, Nancy knew she was going to need another cigarette. Soon. But she held it together: that's what ILSMS do. That, and hotcakes.
"Please, help me," Nancy asked. "The panda is in danger."
Addidas' hooded trench collection piece billowed in the reeking air. The streetlamp illuminated only her perfectly highlighted semi-bob and arched nose
"follow me, young Nancy." the voice replied, "I know a shortcut to the zoo."

Addidas jumped on Nancy's motorcycle and Nancy, filled with a strange feeling of anxiety and anticipation, climbed on behind her. Nancy's arms clutched Addidas by the side. As they sped through the city, Nancy rested her head on Addidas' shoulder, smelling Addidas' hair. The smell of nicotine and smoked cocaine reminded Nancy of the time she spent with her grandfather in front of the fireplace. She felt at home. Nancy spent the ride thinking about Addidas' name, remembering that she spelled it with an extra "d." Even though Adidas was a German-based company, these international lesbians were too international for Adidas. Nancy remembered hearing the story of the day Addidas added another "d" to her name to symbolize internationalism and also to tribute their favorite pasttime: drugs.

Drugs - and Danger. Danger was Addidas' middle name.