~o0o~
Kim woke to the wonderful sensation of being held and shuffled closer to the warm body behind. Sometime during the night Shego had moved beneath the sheets and curled up against her, an arm draped possessively over her. She beamed in happiness, life never more perfect than at this moment. It couldn't last, she knew that, but she enjoyed it even more so because of its fleeting nature.
I know she's not seeing anyone, and I bet I asked her the other night why we can't date. And then drank it away.
She brought Shego's hand up and pressed her cheek against it.
I still can't believe that I slept through all of yesterday, and that you were there every time I woke. She snuggled closer. Just a little bit longer, and then I'll get up.
She lay there and let the warmth and feel of Shego permeate her soul. She had never expected to share the same room as Shego, let alone the same bed. There was an inherent danger in them sleeping together, and that was evidenced by Shego's closeness and protective arm. It was all wonderful and perfect, but Kim knew Shego would not see it that way.
She froze as she felt Shego stir.
Ohh, geez! What do I do? She's gonna freak out!
She went into super-survival mode and pretended to be fast asleep. And as expected she heard a muted gasp from behind, followed by a variety of softly muttered swear words as Shego removed her arm. Warmth turned to loss as Shego moved away, then everything went quiet.
Eventually Kim felt the bed move as Shego sat up.
Perfect! she thought, opening her eyes. She stretch then rolled over, and said. "Morning."
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Shego asked.
It was an simple question and easily answered, but Kim's response died in her throat. Being held by Shego was one thing, seeing her all disheveled, still sleepy, and with that powder blue shirt hanging loosely off one shoulder, well it made her libido soar. She had forgotten how quickly Shego could do this to her and she ached to cover that pale-green neck in kisses.
Aloof but friendly, remember? Kim thought, dampening her lustful ideas. "I'm feeling a lot better." She untangled an arm from the sheets and touched Shego's leg. "Thanks to you."
"Meh. It was my fault in the first place–"
"Hey, we've had this discussion. It wasn't your fault. What do I have to do to convince you?"
"You could give me back my room?" Shego replied, smirking.
"We both know Margaret wouldn't be happy with that."
"Yeah. She can be a real hardass when her mind's made up."
Kim sat up and moved next to Shego and straightened out her Wham! t-shirt, or more precisely Shego's, and glanced sideways. Why Shego was in one of Hego's shirts, she had no idea. Not that she was going to complain with all that kissable skin on display, but she was curious as to why.
"So why–" Kim started to ask.
"Because you're wearing my only clean shirt," Shego replied. "The other's in the wash, and I needed something to sleep in."
"Didn't you pack any more, or pajamas?"
"Nope. I hardly bring anything with me when come to visit, not even my catsuit."
So that's why she's been wearing the same pair of shorts the whole time. "So what do you do for clothes then?"
"Depends on what's in fashion at the local stores."
"You do your shopping when you get here? We were in town like, the other day."
"That's not how I do my shopping." She held up a hand, her Glow flickering around it. "And a certain redhead has delayed me from my fun."
What does she mean? Kim thought, then her eyes widened. "You can't steal stuff, your amnesty depends upon it!"
"Where do you think I learned to steal?"
Wow! "Really?"
"'Course not. But it's where I learned how fun it could be. I've been doing it for years, basically every time I visit. I break into whatever fashion store looks good, take what I want, and leave some money on the counter."
It's not really stealing if she pays, but still… "Well, this is my first time here, so how's about we change things up a bit?"
"What did you have in mind…?" Shego asked, warily.
"Lunch."
"And…?"
"That's it, just lunch. At one of the cafes. And then we do a bit of clothes shopping afterwards?"
It was such an innocent request, and Shego sighed at Kim's enthusiasm to keep her on the straight and narrow. It was endearing as much as it was futile. While she had given up her life of villainy, there were some things she would never forsake.
"Kimmie, you're forgetting a few things." She cancelled her Glow and pointed at her arm. "Green skin." She waved at Kim. "Red hair. And we're both American. Together we'd stick out like a sore thumb. The local press and our fans would be down on us within the hour. So no, we're not going into town during the day."
"Disguises, then?" Kim said, clearly not wanting to let go of her idea. "You've got that blonde wig you showed up in."
"It itches," Shego stated, flatly. It was petty, but she wasn't willing to give in.
"Then how about the Camille Leon line of products?"
"They wouldn't work."
"You've never tried?"
"Don't need to. I know my body, and how my Glow interacts with stuff like that."
Kim rolled across the bed and trotted over to her suitcase, and pulled out a makeup bag. She rummaged inside it and lifted out a small glass bottle, then headed back to Shego.
"Well, I think it's high time you tried–" Kim said.
"No," Shego said.
"Just a little bit?" Kim said, unscrewing the bottle.
"I said, no!"
It was an emphatic no. Said in a tone that you did not use on either of them.
Kim screwed the bottle shut and deliberately placed it center stage on the bed, then gave her a playfully combative look.
Shego was hungry, starving even, but all that vanished at the prospect of fighting Kim. She was far stronger, inhumanly so. But sheer strength meant nothing against Kim's fluid dexterity; Kim ever the wild tiger after her prey. Shego didn't wait for Kim to start anything, swooping in low and grabbing her by the waist and throwing her across the room.
Kim spun in midair, kicked off the ceiling and hit the floor in roll, then exploded back towards Shego.
~o~
The Go household was happily having a relaxing breakfast on the patio when the sound of a door crashing off its hinges caused them all to look up. It was followed by a series of shrieks and yells – if not in fun, then in excitement – as Kim and Shego battled away upstairs.
"Great Scott!" Hego exclaimed, leaping to his feet.
"Best leave them be," Mr. Sack said.
"It's not the sort of fight you want to get involved in," Mrs. Sacks said.
"But Kim's–"
"A delightful young who's perfectly capable of dealing with your sister's enthusiasm."
"I know, its just–"
He wilted under their combined stares and sat back down, wincing at the sound of all the breakages coming from upstairs. They all returned to chatting and eating breakfast, then jumped in their seats when a humongous green fireball exploded through the side of the house. Shrapnel flew across the backyard, as did Kim and Shego as they tumbled into the pool.
"Shall I?" Mr. Sacks asked, looking at his wife.
"Finish your breakfast, dear. I'll talk to her," Mrs. Sacks replied.
She calmly stood to her feet and headed inside, Kim and Shego already back in the house through the gaping hole.
~o~
Shego threw herself backwards and turned it into a flip, passing through the remains of her bedroom doorway. She landed and parried Kim's strike then dodged an arcing foot, her own uppercut finding nothing but air. Why they were fighting no longer mattered. It was now down to who could win. That meant staying focused, as brawling in underwear, wet, clinging shirts and no bras was immensely distracting. She instantly took advantage of Kim's lack of control as they ended up chest to chest, sweeping Kim's legs out from under her and eagerly straddling her waist, palms on the floor on either side of Kim's head.
"Ha!" she cried out victoriously. Got you!
She looked down, wet hair framing her face as she grinned in triumph at Kim. They were both breathing heavy from their exertion, her own shirt hanging loose while Kim's clung tightly to her panting chest. She dragged her gaze away from Kim's well-defined breasts only to register the delicious warmth rising between her thighs. Pants would have been a good idea, not this skin against skin. A fresh bruise on Kim's cheek got her attention, and she lightly brushed her fingertips across it. She shouldn't have done it, her breath catching in her throat as Kim's eyes closed at the gentle touch. A part of her wanted to be strong, but Kim was so close, so vulnerable looking, and so beautiful, Kim's parted lips calling to her. She could swear that her whole body was vibrating, butterflies filling her stomach as she inched closer, eyes on her prize.
"Ahem!" Mrs. Sacks announced from the ruined doorway.
Shego jumped to her feet in a panic, straightening out her shirt for modesty's sake as she spun to face her adoptive mom.
"It's not what you think," Shego quickly said.
"It's not?" Mrs. Sacks replied, stepping into the room with a smile. "Then tell me, what do I think it is?"
Shego open and closed her mouth as Kim stood up beside her. She glanced at Kim for some inspiration, but Kim's lack of pants and clinging shirt only made matters worse. What she had been about to do with Kim had been a simple moment of weakness, so she did not want to announce it out loud, especially in front of Kim.
"Look, things between Kimmie and me are complicated!"
"Then uncomplicate them," Mrs. Sacks replied.
"It's never that easy!"
"I know. But is this how I taught you to resolve your problems?"
"I'll, ah, just go change–" Kim said, pointing at her suitcase.
"You stay right there, young lady!" Mrs. Sacks said.
Kim promptly stood still, hands held in front of her like she had been caught doing something bad.
"Leave Kimmie out of this!" Shego said, stepping closer to Kim.
"Sheridan, I'm not here to argue, but I am here to talk about your promise."
Shego looked past Margaret and at the ruined door to her room. The hallway outside was completely trashed, along with Hego's bedroom door, a large hole now in his wall. She felt a sense of pride at what she had done, then registered the look on Margaret's face.
"That promise was years ago!" Shego said.
"And?"
"And– and… I promised I wouldn't wreck the house because of Henry and Melvyn. Kimmie doesn't count!"
"Oh Sheridan, do you really want to argue the semantics with Alan?"
"No," Shego replied, scowling. Having a world class lawyer as a father had always been a hindrance to her exuberant embellishments, obfuscations, and outright lies.
"A wise decision," Mrs. Sacks said, then she turned to Kim. "And Kim, it's wonderful to see you up and about."
"Thanks," Kim replied.
"Sheridan explained the circumstances of why you were unwell, so perhaps it's best if you moderate your drinking in the future?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"We don't need a repeat of the two of you singing from the rooftop at three in the morning."
Kim and Shego glanced at each other, neither able to remember their drunken night together. Shego could easily picture the both of them singing on the roof, but that didn't make it any better in her mind.
"Well, now that we've had our little discussion, why don't the two of you get dressed and come down for breakfast?" Mrs. Sacks said.
"Fine," Shego said, her stomach growling.
"Oh, and if you're planning to be amorous again, I'd suggest doing it in a room where you can close the door."
Shego stood there in shock then opened her mouth to fire back a retort, but Margaret had gone. She glared at the vacant spot, refusing to look at Kim beside her.
I'd so love to put Mama and her in the same room together, and let them duke it out. It was never going to happen. Rose Go's existence was a secret she never planned to share, especially with her brothers. They would never understand.
"Hey!" Kim said, interrupting Shego's musings.
Hm? Shego thought, turning.
Kim stepped closer and threw a handful of powder in the air.
Shego watched the glittering dust rain down over her, and wherever it touched her skin there were tiny flashes of green.
"Wow, your Glow really doesn't like the Leon products, does it?" Kim said.
"I could've told you that," Shego replied. "Oh wait, I did!"
"Then it's onto Plan-B!"
Plan-B?
Kim went over to her backpack and pulled out her laptop along with a black choker with a green gem in the center. She sat on the bed and opened her laptop, and as it booted up she pulled out a tray from its side and placed the neckwear on it. The jewel shimmered in a strange way that caught Shego's attention and she wandered over out of curiosity.
"This is super-secret, but I'm sure Wade will be fine with me showing you," Kim said.
"Show me what?" Shego replied, her interest now piqued.
"Well, this."
Kim hung the amulet around her neck, her appearance changing into a stranger's face. Blue eyes stared back at Shego, Kim's hair now a dark brown. Shego could see that it was Kim yet it wasn't, the changes subtle yet enough to fool. She wasn't sure how she felt about the remodeling, but she instantly saw the potential of such an object.
"It's what I use when I need to go incognito these days," Kim said.
"How…?" Shego asked, her fingers lightly touching Kim's hair.
"I retrieved it on one of my my last missions with Ron. Monkey Fist was scheming to steal it, then use it to infiltrate some ancient simian cult in Indonesia. But we got to it first, and ruined all his plans."
"Isn't all this monkey shit heavily cursed?"
"Totally, and it was," she replied, shuddering. "A mystic gorilla ghost removed the curse for me. Yeah, don't ask. It's as crazy as it sounds."
"No doubt," Shego murmured
Kim removed the choker, her appearance returning to normal. She then popped out the jewel and placed it on the laptop's tray, and double-clicked a file on the computer. Shego sat beside her and paid close attention to the gem, catching glimpses of a monkey's paw deep within its crystalline structure. It helped validate Kim's story, not that she had doubted it anyways.
"How about blonde?" Kim asked, looking at her mischievously. She didn't wait for a reply. "Yep, definitely blonde. And tanned, too. That'll fool everyone."
"You can change it just like that?" Shego said.
"Yep. Wade was able to write a program that alters its enchantment. So now it's super easy for me to change my appearance whenever I need too."
"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing spells through your computer?"
"Well, kinda. How did Wade put it? A computer program is just a modern day spell in digital form." She typed away on the keyboard and clicked done, then passed the choker to Shego.
"Here, try it on. Then we can discuss what cafe we'd like to visit for lunch."
~o0o~
"Agent Du!" Agent Stephensen called out as she rushed down the corridor.
Will Du started longingly at the waiting lift in front of him, then turned to face his personal assistant. He had been looking forward to heading home after another long day of babysitting the world's heroes – with all their tantrums and complaints. Even with all that, he and his department handled the heroes with an ever-present, calm efficiency. Now, with the arrival of his assistant, leaving work seemed like a distant memory.
"Yes, Agent Stephensen, what is it?" he asked.
"A Hero Alert," Agent Stephensen replied.
Will took a second to process the information, then sprinted off down the hallway with Agent Stephensen by his side. A Hero Alert, a hero killed or mortally wounded while fighting a villain. They were rare and needed to be handled with the full might of Global Justice so as to deter villains from attempting such again.
"Who?" he asked.
"Amazingman," Agent Stephensen replied.
That doesn't make sense, he's at our deep-storage facility in the Antarctic.
He ran past multiple departments until he stopped at his own, a plaque on the wall stating: WHILD, World Hero Interdependence and Liaison Department. He swiped his access card, pressed his hand against a security panel, lowered his eye for a scan, then slipped past the door before it had finished opening.
"Report!" he demanded, looking around the room.
His department was quite small when compared to others within Global Justice. And while he believed that his skills were being wasted here, he expected nothing less than perfection from those working under him. He looked at all the agents hard at work organizing and directing the world's heroes, then towards a monitor that dominated the room. The screen currently showed a red dot flashing away in Antarctica, the site of the incident; while a corner of the monitor held an image of Amazingman, the hero striking a pose in his red, white and blue spandex, his perfectly coiffed hair and cocksure grin dominating his grandiose look.
Will took it all in then accepted a folder, and quickly read the contents. There wasn't much.
"Let's hear it," he said.
"We're over the base, and it's a warzone. It looks like it's been hit by multiple– Look out! We've been hit. We're going down! I repeat, we're going–"
"Communications with the base?" Will inquired.
"None, sir. They've gone silent. We've been trying to raise them on all of our emergency channels, but no luck so far."
This is bigger than a Hero Alert. Global Justice has been openly attacked! "Is Dr. Director still in?" he asked, directing his question at Agent Stephensen.
She checked her tablet, and said, "Yes."
"Let her assistant know that I'm on my way. And keep trying to contact Amazingman and the base."
~o0o~
"I still can't believe I let you talk me into doing this," Kim said.
"Aww, is widdle Kimmie afwaid to lose her villainous virginity to big bad Shego?"
"As if!"
"It'll be our first time together, so I'll try to be gentle."
"Stop that."
"Just you and me breaking the law, hand in hand."
Kim walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down at the town below, San Siro's streets still quite busy this late at night. The mixture of old and new architecture had captured her heart the other day, and yet here she was with Shego and about to break into an upmarket clothes store.
"When I said 'let's compromise', I didn't expect this," Kim said, waving a hand at the building beneath them.
"It's the perfect compromise," Shego replied. "We do a little shopping for me, then we have a nice dinner at a cafe for you."
"But I should be stopping you, not helping you!"
"And ruin all our fun?"
Kim huffed in response and crossed her arms, staring out over the town. What they were about to do went beyond her comfort zone and even past her choice of not drinking alcohol. She had spent the better part of the day wrestling with her conscience, but in the end it had come down to something simple – her heart. She liked Shego, a lot. And now she was having to deal with the consequences of wanting to be with a free spirit who loved to live life on the edge of the law.
We're totally different, yet so alike. And I can't get enough of her.
She felt Shego sit on the rampart beside her, and turned.
"Ready to have some fun?" Shego asked, the excitement evident in her eyes.
"No," Kim replied, truthfully. "But I'll grin and bear it." For you.
"That's the spirit, Princess!"
Shego leaped to her feet and practically ran to the opposite side of the roof, and with a wink and a wave she stepped off the edge. Kim smiled despite herself, Shego's excitement quite infectious. Obviously she had never been with Shego before a job, so it was quite amazing to see the exuberant change in her demeanor.
She really does like the thrill of it.
She reached the spot where Shego had walked off the roof and looked down, Shego directly below. Shego had wedged herself upside down in windowsill, her legs holding her in place as she worked at opening a window with glowing fingers and some tools. Kim had a great view of those long legs, Shego in short shorts, a tight fitting t-shirt and Kim's choker. It led to all sorts of naughty thoughts for Kim – especially at how Shego's blonde hair drifted in the breeze as her muscles flexed and strained.
I'm committing a crime. She bit her lip as she stared at Shego's tanned legs. And all I can think about is how sexy she looks.
"And… we're in!" Shego announced, sliding the window open. "Now let's–"
Beep…Bee…Beep. Beep.
Beep…Bee…Beep. Beep.
"You didn't put your phone on silent?" Shego asked in astonishment.
"Hey, this breaking the law is new to me!" Kim replied as she dragged her phone out of her pocket.
"Noob!"
"Whatever!" Kim replied, answering the call. "Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"
"Hey Kim, sorry about interrupting your holiday," Wade replied, his face on screen.
"Well, it's gotta be a big since you did."
"It is, and it's… um, Global Justice."
"What do those fuckers want?" Shego said as she vaulted over the rampart, Kim's choker in hand.
"There's been a major incident in Antarctica, and they don't have the resources to get there in time," Wade said."
"Screw 'em!" Shego said.
"Shego, please," Kim said, begging for silence. She half-smiled as Shego sat down without another word, so she sat next to her and raised the phone for the both of them.
"Lay it out for me, Wade."
"It's Global Justice's deep-storage facility in Antarctica, it's been attacked. The enemy is unknown, and Central Command has grave fears for every agent currently on site. Their only intel is from Amazingman, and it's not much." He looked away, then back at Kim. "And Kim, I'm sorry to say, but his jet was shot down while approaching the base."
No! He was one of the good ones! "Call Sadie! Get me there ASAP!"
"I'm already here," Sadie announced, Kim's hovercraft decloaking right above them.
Kim shot to her feet and leaped up, grabbing the edge of the craft and flipping herself inside. She turned and held out a hand for Shego, but found herself alone, Shego unmoved on the rooftop.
"Shego, c'mon! What are you waiting for?"
"Let GJ handle their mess. It's what they're there for."
"You're kidding me?"
"Not a hero, Kimmie. Not a villain anymore, but certainly not a hero. So you head off and have fun, and I'll continue my night's entertainment."
I know that deep down she cares, but she totally hates Global Justice. She knew that convincing Shego would be an uphill battle. It's a low blow, but I'm in a rush. "Shego, I'm heading into the unknown, just me. I could really use your help to watch my back? Please?"
Shego scowled as she looked away then she slowly climbed to her feet.
"Did you pack your battlesuit?"
"No. I don't have to–"
"Good enough!" Shego said as leaped up and grabbed Kim's hand, stepping into the hovercraft.
"Thank you," Kim said.
Shego grunted and sat down, the hermetic forcefield snapping into place around the cockpit. San Siro and Italy disappeared into the distance as Sadie took the hovercraft into high-hypersonic, pushing the engines to their max.
"We'll be there in about thirty minutes," Sadie announced.
"Roger that, Sadie," Kim replied. She looked at Shego and sighed, then went and sat beside her. "Again, thank you," she said, touching Shego's arm. "I know you're not a fan of Global Justice." And now I know why. "But lives are on the line."
"I'm just here to watch your back, Kimmie, and to fuck up anyone who tries."
"Well, in the spirit of truthfulness, I kinda sorta have my battlesuit on me. It's just, you know, not that obvious these days."
She loved the friendly banter that the two of them had these days. It was worlds apart from their early days of fight first and maybe talk later. She watched Shego's face go stony at the admission, the cold, silent response worse than any flaming fist. She nervously looked at her lap as the silence went on, Shego's face unreadable.
She glanced up, Shego still unmoved.
Please don't hate me, she thought. I didn't mean to lie, everything just happened so fast.
She sighed in relief when Shego pointed at her silver bracelet.
"Centurion Project?" Shego said, softly.
"Yes, at its core," Kim replied, holding up her bracelet-clad wrist. "But Wade's heavily modified it with my dad's old Hephaestus tech and his own battlesuit designs."
"Show me."
At least she's talking, not yelling. She stood up, then subvocalized, "Kilo-India-Mike, One-One-Zero-Zero-Six, Pandaroo."
The bracelet turned to liquid-metal and enveloped her wrist, then expanded to cover her arm. She shivered as it flowed under her shirt, the feeling not unlike growing a second skin. It continued on, the process gaining in speed until it covered her whole body. She flexed her hands as the air shimmered about her, the silvery-blue powerlines of the suit flaring for a second as the battlesuit became fully operational.
"So it doesn't shred your clothes?" Shego asked.
"Only if I have to call it up quickly," Kim replied.
"And it goes under everything?"
"Yep. Sure does."
Shego leaned forwards and pulled up Kim's shirt, ignoring her startled squeak. It was true, the suit was under Kim's bra. She let the shirt drop, Kim's cheeks a delightful shade of red.
"Yeah, under everything," Shego murmured.
Kim opened and closed her mouth a few times as she looked for something to say. It wasn't every day that the girl of your dreams lifted up your shirt to check out your chest. She almost cheered in relief when Sadie materialized in the center of the hovercraft, Sadie outfitted in her usual faded jeans, tight blouse, stylish leather jacket and biker boots.
"Girl–" Sadie started to say.
"Lookout!" Shego yelled in alarm as she pushed Kim to the side. She unleashed a devastating punch at Sadie, her attack passing harmlessly through the A.I. She quickly regained her balance, her Glow erupting over her hands.
"Shego, it's Sadie!" Kim yelled from the floor. "It's just her avatar!"
"You put holo-emitters in my hovercraft?" Shego exclaimed, her eyes never leaving Sadie.
"We did. Well, Wade, Kimberly and I did."
"Kimberly?"
"It's what your Kim– Kim at Omega Lair now calls herself."
Kim sat up then accepted Shego's hand and stood up, Shego and Sadie continuing to stare each other down. She had a sudden inkling of why Sadie had appeared and she raised her hand to stop her.
"Sadie, don't–"
"Well, before I was interrupted," Sadie said, stepping closer to Shego. "Girl, ya got ta stop flirtin', and put a ring on that finger."
Kim knew that dazed look on Shego's face, she was wearing it herself.
"Listen, you jumped up spark plug, that's none of your business!" Shego growled.
"It wouldn't be, if you did something about it!" Sadie snapped in reply.
"Guys–" Kim begin. But totally ignored.
"Drop it, or I'll make you!" Shego said.
"I'd like ta see you try!" Sadie said.
"Oh, I'll do more than try!"
"Guys–" Kim said, trying again.
"You could have at least called her!" Sadie said.
"It's complicated!" Shego snapped, clenching and unclenching her hands.
"Is that your way of sayin' she's not good enough for you?"
Kim wished she could just curl up and die. Her only saving grace was the look on Shego's face. Yes, there was anger, but there was also a wonderful blush on those pale-green cheeks. It certainly gave her hope for their future. And while being argued about was an interesting experience, it was best to intervene before things escalated. The last thing she needed was for Shego to damage the hovercraft while they were flying over the Pacific Ocean.
She cleared her throat once, twice, to get their attention – all to no avail – then stepped between the two of them.
"Sadie," she said, holding up a hand, " Shego and I are in a good place at the moment. Better than good, actually." She stood there patiently, Sadie eventually nodding. She turned to Shego, frowning until Shego doused her Glow. "And Shego, Sadie's quite protective of me these days. You know what that's like, right?"
There was some strained silence before Shego silently crossed her arms in agreement.
Phew! Kim thought. "So, let's get some belated introductions out of the way, shall we?" She didn't wait for their answers. "Shego, this is Sadie's avatar. And Sadie, you of course know Shego."
"Kimmie, you have the weirdest friends," Shego muttered.
"I do, don't I," Kim replied, nudging Shego's shoulder with her own.
~o0o~
Yes, it's abrupt end to the chapter. The full length was 12K words, and it's been pointed out to me that that can be a bit hard to read and review. And I really like replying to the reviews. So as a compromise, the next part will be up next weekend. Yep, that's only a week in-between. *gasp*
So enjoy. Review. And see you soon.
~o0o~