Even in his usual attire and pink hat, Timmy felt out of place sitting in the passenger seat of Vicky's car. Vicky opened the driver's side door and sat next to him. Placing the keys in the ignition but not turning the engine on, Vicky looked over to Timmy.

"So twerp, I mean Timmy, ready for our first date?" she spoke with a teasing tone and a playful smirk on her face.

Although she wasn't entirely serious her statement still caused Timmy to blush and make him wonder what exactly he had agreed to when she had him tied up. Not willing to anger his attractive but dangerous babysitter, Timmy tried his best to sound sincere and answered "umm yeah?"

Vicky beamed him a smile and then leaned over into the passenger side of the car. Her face was only inches away from Timmy's causing equal parts of terror and exhilaration to run through him. She spoke to him, her tone being slightly amorous. "You're so cute when you're nervous" Observing that Timmy's face had turned even redder, Vicky let out a short laugh and returned to her seat.

Vicky turned the key and the engine hummed to life. The car began to move along and they made their way through Dimmsdale. The question of where exactly where they going popped into Timmy's head. He realized that he had never asked Vicky something without it sounding like a demand. Casual conversation with Vicky wasn't something he had ever considered before.

"Say Vicky, where are we going?"

"I decided that we should just pick up a pizza and then go back to your house and watch a movie."

Timmy replied "oh ok."

"What, is there something wrong?"

An odd joke emerged in Timmy's head. "What are you afraid of being seen with me?" Timmy said trying to sound sarcastic but ended up feeling awkward.

"Yeah I am" Vicky responded completely dead pan. "Oh" Timmy replied actually feeling hurt and sounding just the same.

"Relax twerp, can't you take a joke? You've been my favorite slave for a long time now Timmy, and besides when have I ever given a shit about what people think of me?"

Timmy just nodded his head while his thoughts raced with how much her words had affected him. He wasn't lying when he said he didn't know how he felt about her. Timmy didn't believe he had ever really hated her, which made sense as he had always found it hard to stay angry with people, but that didn't mean he liked the girl who had up until 20 minutes ago had treated him like shit every chance she got. Still though, why would her saying that she was ashamed to be seen with him cause him to feel so down and then her saying it was a joke make him feel so good, hell her saying that he was her favorite slave had put a smile on his face.

"Alright were here." Vicky spoke breaking his concentration.

Timmy looked out to see that they were parked in front of a pizzeria. "Okay, just wait here twerp; I'll be out in a second."

Vicky opened the door and stepped out, but before she could close the door Timmy blurted out jokingly "So you are afraid to be seen with me."

Vicky turned around and poked her head inside the car. Playfully she said "shut the hell up twerp." Before she closed the door and headed inside the shop.

Why was he doing this, why was he being friendly with her? Part of him still preferred a state of open war with Vicky to any level of civility. Yet he was joking with her and he had kissed her, sure he didn't really have a choice at the time, at least he didn't think he had. The truth was at one point in his life he would have chosen to stay tied up and starve rather than kiss her.

Oddly Vicky's change in attitude towards him had coincided with a dark time in Timmy's life. About a month ago Timmy began to fall into bouts of depression. Sometimes the depression would last a couple of minutes other times a whole day. The cause of these bouts was a constant mystery to him, he couldn't explain it, he just felt empty inside like two parts of his soul had been ripped out. Vicky came back and handed the pizza box to Timmy to hold onto on the drive home.

Timmy looked over at the red head while she drove home. He'd hate to admit it but she was becoming more attractive every time he saw her. Vicky's presence caused a realization in Timmy's head. He hadn't thought about or remembered his depression until she had left him alone in the car. This was the first time his sadness has come to his attention all day. Vicky appeared to him to be a great distraction, her strange behavior in the last two weeks had occupied his thoughts and her advances today had completely absorbed his attention. For the first time in his life Vicky had become a positive influence.

Upon returning home Timmy brought the pizza box to his kitchen and set it down on the counter. Vicky opened it and put a slice on her plate and carried it out with her to couch in front of Timmy's T.V. Timmy grabbed his own slice and carried it out to his living room. Vicky looked over at him as soon as he entered the room. Timmy wondered what he was supposed to do. Vicky probably wanted him to sit next to her, but Timmy had reservations. He was still a little afraid of her, and he felt that sitting down next to her would be like initiating a strangely intimate encounter with her.

While she was still gazing at him, Vicky patted the couch cushion next to her. This left no doubt as to what she wanted and Timmy felt a desire to give her what she wanted lest he hurt her feelings. Timmy was beginning to wonder if the new Vicky was starting to grow on him, He sat down on the couch careful not to sit right next to her which seemed to annoy her.

They both ate in silence while Vicky channeled surfed. After they both finished eating Vicky commented "There's nothing good on" And then turned the Television off. This unnerved Timmy as the T.V was acting as a buffer giving him an excuse not to speak to her.

Vicky looked in Timmy's direction and shot him a smile before she scooted closer to him. Timmy fought back the desire to move further away from her and stood his ground. It would be pointless to resist her as Vicky always got what Vicky wanted. Vicky moved further towards him till their legs were touching. Vicky wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her so that her chest was touching his back and her chin rested on top of his head.

"This is so much nicer than hearing me scream at you isn't it twerp?"

Timmy responded his tone weak "Yeah, I guess so." Even with two previous close encounters with her today, Timmy current situation didn't feel any less awkward, especially since he could feel the softness of her breasts pressing into his back. It was all Timmy could manage to sit there with her completely still.

"Timmy" Vicky spoke sweetly to gain his attention.

"Yeah"

"Do you hate it when I do things like this to you?"

Timmy pondered over her question for a few seconds before he responded. "I…don't hate it, it's just really strange for me" He said before his voice trailed off.

"Yes" Vicky spoke trying to get him to continue.

"I don't want to say."

"Come on twerp; with the dirt you got on me today can't you tell me, besides I could make you tell me if I wanted to."

Timmy let out an exasperated sigh and then continued. "I was going to say that if doing things like this meant that you'll never scream at me or hit me again then I don't mind."

Vicky giggled at him which was not something he was used to hearing from her. "That almost sounds like an excuse." She said while she began nestle her face against his.

"Why don't you stay down here with me tonight twerp, I'm tired of being alone."

Vicky's request rattled a thought around in his head. Vicky had surprisingly more or less admitted to having no friends to him. This was far from a shock to him but it put him in an awkward place, he now felt an obligation to stay with her. Feelings of obligation aside he realized he probably didn't have a choice in the matter and resigned himself to a night spent away from the comfort of his own bed.