Training Isn't Just For Moemon: Golden Days (Nuzlocke) Lemons

by KibaElunal

Shortly after becoming Champion of the Hoenn region, Vulpus finds himself struggling to keep his marriage afloat. In a last fitch attempt, he and Winona move to the Johto region, in hopes of starting a new life where Vulpus is the training assistant for Professor Elm. When Winona suddenly packs up and leaves, Vulpus declares himself free and strikes back the only way he knows how.

10. Chapter 10

Training Isn't Just for Moemon: Golden Days ch. 10

When I awoke the next morning, I had difficulty deciding where to go first: find Winona or face the gym leader. Thus far, I was confident that Fluffernutter could handle just about anything Whitney threw at us. Whether the opposite was true or not would be seen.

After weighing the pros and cons, Whitney, I decided, was the better option. For starters, I knew exactly where she'd be, and on top of that, if Winona and I got into an argument, I'd be distracted for the fight.

When it came to gym battles, distractions meant dead Moemon, and I'd be damned if I let that happen. Calling out Fluffernutter, we proceeded towards the gym. My Graveler was completely thrilled about the prospect. She'd done very well with Bugsy, and I'd hoped she'd do as well this time around too.

"Master, what sort of pokemon will I be fighting?" she asked me, tugging on my arm eagerly.

"From what I understand, Whitney is a normal type gym leader. This is both a blessing and a curse. For one, Medea is practically useless here. Her powers don't work on them, but theirs don't work on her either. They only have one weakness: fighting types. But they don't have any types they're strong against either."

She pondered it for a moment before nudging me. "Then why use me Master? I'm not nearly as powerful as Rose."

"Because, this fight isn't going to be about offensive power. It's going to be about defense. We don't have anything that can absolutely sweep their team like a fighting type could, however, as a rock/ground type you're resistant to their attacks. We're going to beat them with a war of attrition."

"Attr-atr-at-what now?"

"Attrition," I repeated, enunciating the word. "It means we're going to let them wear themselves out, while saving our energy. Then when they're tired, we strike back. Make sense?"

Fluffernutter nodded.

"Good. Here we are."

Our eyes looked up at the big glass doors covered in stickers of fairies, ponytas and rainbows. It looked like a ten year old girl's bedroom. When I pushed on the door, I took two steps onto the astroturf when suddenly a torrential storm of glitter cascaded from above, covering us both. God, this was my nightmare.

"No fair! Master, they're attacking us before we've even started!" Fluffernutter complained, trying to brush off the stubborn shards of colored plastic.

"It sure does feel like that, doesn't it?" I sighed. "Come on, this way." I walked around towards the right, climbing a set of stairs to see out over the trees planted in the gym. "Wow."

"What is it, Master?"

"It looks like...a unicorn?"

Suddenly, a voice called up from the floor. "Umm, excuse you! It's not just a unicorn! It's clearly supposed to be Sweetie Belle, the best pony in all of Canterlot! You can tell by her cutie mark and the way her mane curls. Don't you know anything?!"

Oh God, it was worse than I thought. "What are they talking about Master?" Fluffernutter asked.

"My. Little. Pony." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"How...do you know that, Master?"

"There was a very dark time in my life, Fluffernutter. But that's over now, and I'm never going back. Come on, let's go."

Plotting a path through the trees, we began our fight with the trainers of the gym. The first one I came across was honestly drop dead gorgeous. Her breasts struggled to stay contained in her button up blouse, and that was with it being almost halfway unbuttoned.

Fluffernutter elbowed me with a frown. "Master, stop staring. It's rude."

The girl's lips spread across her face into a wide grin. Her arms squeezed her breasts together to the point where I was certain they would slide out. "That's okay," she purred. "I like it when boy stare. It just means they have a real eye for beauty. Isn't that right cutie?"

My cheeks flushed red before I shook my head to restore my senses. I could take care of little Vulpus later, after I brought down this gym and found my slut of a wife. "Sorry, I've got more important things to worry about than how you look."

The girl was taken aback by my comment, and then her face twisted to anger. "So you're saying I'm ugly?"

"What? I never said…"

"WELL FINE THEN! IF YOU THINK I'M SO UGLY, THEN BRING IT ON! I'LL SEND YOU HOME TO YOUR MOM CRYING LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE!"

It looked as if there wasn't any slipping away now. "God, this is going to get annoying," I grumbled.

"Go, Sentret!" she cried.

As the small furred girl appeared, she leapt up onto her tail, staring me down. Reaching over to a nearby planter, I picked up one of the small rocks and handed it to Fluffernutter. "Rock throw."

KRAK-KOW!

The Sentret didn't even time to blink before it took a swift baseball sized rock to the face. I was pretty sure I heard its skull crack, but it was still twitching, so that was a good sign it was still alive.

The girl was slackjawed from what she just saw. "H-hey! That's not fair! You can't just give your moemon weapons!"

"I didn't give her a weapon, I gave her a rock."

"That counts!"

"Mm...I don't think so."

"Grr, go, Sentret!"

As she called out another of the same pokemon I rolled my eyes. Back to this old song and dance then. "Fine, Fluffernutter, mud slap." My Graveler shoved her hand through the turf, grabbing a large handful of mud. It hardened around her arm, forming an enormous gauntlet around her fist, at least the size of a labrador.

The Sentret's eyes widened as Fluffernutter slammed her fist down on top of her, causing the gauntlet to shatter into a cloud of hazy dust. The enemy moemon groaned as she lay on the ground, beaten senseless.

"We done here?"

"No, we're not done here! Not until you apologize for calling me fat!"

"I didn't call you fat or ugly!"

"YOU CALLED ME FAT AND UGLY?! THAT'S IT ASSHOLE YOU'RE DEAD! GO SENTRET!"

"...seriously? You know what, I don't care anymore. Fluffernutter, rock throw."

"Sentret, counter with headbutt!"

I watched as the furry moemon reared back its head and then slammed it forward, just in time to receive the rock right to its forehead. I cringed as it made impact, the sentret collapsing into a heap. That one was most certainly dead.

"Are you fucking stupid?!" I cried. "Jesus! 'Counter with headbutt'?"

"Shut up! You're the stupid one, stupid!"

"I didn't just make my moemon headbutt itself to death!"

When the Sentret twitched its foot, the girl pointed at it. "Ha! Shows what you know! See, it's still alive!"

"Ugh, I hate dumb chicks!" I groaned. "Come on Fluffernutter. We've got a gym badge to win."

"Boo! Big strong man, running away like a little chicken! Boo!"

I didn't even bother responding. I'd beaten her, and that was more than she could say. The rest of the gym went pretty similarly. The next girl had a Snubbull, who was an ugly cute. Kind of like a pug. Still, I continued onward, eager to find this so called "Incredibly Pretty Girl" as the sign had declared outside the gym.

When I finally reached the center, I found her sitting on a tree limb with a book in her hands. I had to admit, she was pretty cute. She smirked when she saw me, licked her thumb and turned the page.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked.

"Machiavelli," she replied. "You probably wouldn't like it. Not very many pictures."

I had to stifle a laugh. "Oh really? You're reading Machiavelli?"

"Yep."

"I've always found him to be a rather interesting read. What's your take on him?" I asked.

Whitney sighed, looking at me with her pretty red eyes. "I don't know, it's all so...impressive. He was such a smart man, you know? What more could be said? I mean, think of all the stuff he invented, and what not. If we had more people like him, the world would be a much better place."

I gave a snort. That confirmed my thoughts. She'd never read a word of Machiavelli in her life. Time to knock her down a peg. I could just challenge her to a battle, but what fun would that be? "Oh, yeah. I totally agree," I lied. "My favorite part of the book is when he goes on about how wonderful and essential love is. I'm quite the romantic myself, so it really resonated with me. What's your favorite part so far?"

"Oh...uh...yeah, that's my favorite part, too," she agreed. "I mean, what girl isn't a romantic, you know? We grow up, waiting for a prince on a white horse to come and sweep us off our feet and ride with us into the sunset. Machiavelli really got that."

"Mmhm," I nodded, walking a little closer. "You're Whitney, right? The 'incredibly pretty girl'?"

She smiled at me. "You tell me. Do you think I'm an incredibly pretty girl?"

"Pretty doesn't seem to capture you completely. Beautiful, maybe? Adorable? Hmm, hard to decide which fits you best."

"I am Whitney," she confessed finally. "Do you mind waiting until I finish this chapter to battle? You can come sit with me if you want."

"I suppose that's fine," I agreed, climbing up the tree and lounging on the branches beside her. Seeing her opportunity, she pressed against my side, just subtly enough that she could claim it was an accident if I called her out on it.

Licking her fingers, she turned the page, and I managed to catch a glimpse over her shoulder. As I thought, the book was in Italian, and worse, like an idiot, she had it upside down. "So, new kid. Tell me about yourself," she said. "I heard Victoria yelling at your pretty loudly. Sounded like you said some awful things to her. Don't you know you should never call a lady fat?"

I gave a derisive snort. "That was a misunderstanding. I didn't call her fat, and I didn't call her ugly. I did call her stupid though, I'll admit. But what can I say, telling her pokemon to headbutt an incoming rock is a stupid move, and stupid is as stupid does."

Whitney laughed. "What does that even mean? Stupid is as stupid does. That doesn't even sound like it makes any sense."

"Simply put? How do you know someone's stupid?"

"They do stupid things."

"And there you have it. Stupid people are people who do stupid things. Stupid is as stupid does."

She hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "Ah, right. I heard you say you hate dumb chicks. Honestly, dumb people get on my nerves, too. It's like 'Why should I teach you stuff? Learn it on your own. Read a book or something.' Know what I mean?"

"Couldn't agree more," I grinned, leaning closer to her. When my hot breath was at her ear, she tilted her head slightly and pressed closer. Instead of the romantic gesture she was probably anticipating, I whispered in her ear, "Psst. Your book is upside down."

She blinked, wheeling to look at me so quickly, that she fell off the branch and landed in the grass. "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded. "I was not."

Grasping the branch, I swung down, landing just before her and offering her my hand. "I knew you were lying the entire time," I snickered. "Machiavelli isn't a romantic. He's a philosopher. To be Machiavellian means to be tricky or deceptive. If you had read Machiavelli, you may have been able to actually fool me."

Her cheeks burned a bright red. "W-well, maybe I hadn't gotten to that part yet! Now you've spoiled the whole book for me! Thanks a lot, you jerk."

"Let me guess, you heard my dumb comment and you decided you'd try to look smart, right?" My declaration made her grimace. "Which means, you don't think you're smart. And if you don't think you're smart, you must be a real ditz."

The way she was turning completely red and trembling proved that I hit the nail on the head. "I'm not a ditzy blonde, okay?! I'll have you know that I am plenty smart! My IQ is 80, I'll have you know. That's nearly a perfect score! So really, I'm more like a genius!"

I had to cover my mouth to stop from laughing. I shook my head. "80 is borderline functioning. It's just one step over intellectual deficiency. 100 isn't a perfect score, it's the average."

"W-what? No way!"

I waved it off. "Look, look. It doesn't matter, right? Let's just have a battle. I wonder what clever tactics you'll have to show off."

"Ugh, I can't believe I thought you were cute," she huffed, reaching for a pokeball. "Fine, I'll face you. If I win though, you're going to have to go on the radio and confess just how stupid you are. If you win, I'll...umm...I'll…"

I could see she was struggling to come up with an idea. Maybe now was a good time to address little Vulpus as I'd planned earlier. "How about if I win, you have to suck my cock?"

"What?! But I'd only do that for my boy…" Again, she stopped and thought about it. "Actually, fine. If you win, you can be my boyfriend. Then I'll suck your cock, deal?"

"Boyfriend is a little fast, don't you think? Let's start with boytoy and work our way from there."

"Close enough for me. Go, Furret!"

A large fluffy girl appeared, her beautiful eyes resting on me as she stood on her back legs like a mongoose. "Alright Fluffernutter, you ready to do this?" I asked.

"Yes, Master!"

"Good. Rock throw! Make it hurt."

"Furret, double team! Then strike back with a tackle!"

Soon, the weasel-girl blurred into multiple shapes. Choosing one, Fluffernutter hurled her rock, but it went clear through one of them, proving it to be fake. Now exposed, Furret charged her for the tackle.

However, when it slammed its shoulder against her, Fluffernutter simply grabbed it, throwing her weight back and coming to a slow halt. She'd only been slid a foot, if that! Our plan was working.

"Looks like my moemon is stronger than yours," I challenged.

"Not for long! Go Miltank!"

"Really? Two against one?" I scoffed. "Of course you'd try to cheat your way out of this."

"It's not cheating! You can call a second pokemon if you want to then, okay?"

As the pink-kimono clad girl appeared from the pokeball, I found myself blown away by her massive tits. Small stains were in the silk, showing she was lactating. Now I could feel myself getting hard. I'd have to end this quick and collect my prize or else I'd end up with blue balls.

"I don't need it. Fluffernutter, Magnitude!"

Fluffernutter grabbed the Furret around the waist.

"Miltank, Rollout! Don't let them finish that attack!" Whitney cried.

Her miltank curled up into a ball, causing her body to spin. She began revving up, just like Lyra did. But she was too slow. Fluffernutter turned, and suplexed Furret so hard into the ground that a pillar of earth sprang up, launching Whitney's Miltank through the skylight and clear out of the gym.

Both of us were completely stunned as Fluffernutter tossed aside the now limp Furret. "Master, Master, did you see that?" she squealed excitedly. "That one was definitely a 10!"

Whitney's lip began to quiver as she sniffed. Then she burst into tears, wailing at the top of her lungs. "This is so unfair!" she screamed. "Why didn't I win? I always win! It's not fair, not fair!" As she broke into sobs, I recalled my Graveller and walked up to her. "You're so mean," she whimpered. "I was just trying to be nice and you called me stupid and hurt my moemon. What did I ever do to you, huh? Huh?!"

"It wasn't personal," I swore. "Honestly, I just came here for the badge."

"The badge?! You beat up my pokemon and you want a badge?!"

"Well...yeah. That's kind of how the league works."

"Fine, jerk! Just take it then!" Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the badge and threw it at me as hard as she could, which wasn't very hard. I caught it, putting it into the badge case.

"And…?" I pressed, trying to remind her of our bet.

"OH yeah, and here. Take this too! Just take all of my stuff you asshole!" she threw a TM at me, causing me to roll my eyes and tuck it into its proper case as well.

"Thanks, I think. But you know, you do owe me one more thing. I recall that we made a certain bet that if I won, you'd…" I waved my hand to kind of jog her memory.

"What do you care?" she sniffed. "You don't want to be some dumb bimbo's boyfriend anyway! Why don't you just go away?!"

"Hey, I was promised a blowjob, and I'm not leaving until I get it!"

"Fine," she grumbled. "I'll let you put your stupid dick in my mouth. But you better not cum in me."

"I promise," I lied, crossing my fingers behind my back. Walking up to her, I ran my hands through her crimson hair gently, caressing her scalp. Well, what she lacked in brains, she more than made up for with the softness of her hair. As creepy as it sounds, I kind of wished I could make a blanket out of the stuff it was so nice.

Still trying to stop her sniffling, she unzipped my pants and pulled them down a little. When she saw the bulge, she began to rub it, looking up at me with sad eyes.

"Hey, don't give me that look," I told her. "Relax. You'll like it."

"Oh yeah, because when every girl is asked what they want their man to do for them, their first answer is always 'violate my mouth with his weiner'."

"Ew. Don't call it a weiner. That just sounds...juvenile."

"Does this look like a prison to you? No? Then don't call it juvenile."

That one was just too easy, so I let it go. Besides, the faster I got in this dumb slut's mouth, the faster she'd stop talking. I helped her to get my boxers down, causing my large cock to flop out in front of her.

I could see by the way her eyes widened that she'd never seen a cock like mine before. "Don't be intimidated," I cooed. "I think it likes you."

Her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft and she began to slowly stroke it. Blood rushed to it making it harder. "My mom always said intimidation was the sincerest form of fattery. Whatever that means."

Yep. No more of that. "Open wide," I hummed, pulling her closer. At first, it was clear she wanted to go back on our deal. She pressed her lips tightly together, but when I prodded them to urge her to open, she finally relented.

Her lips fell apart, only slightly, and as I pressed deeper between them, she soon had them wrapped around my meat. At first, she just held it there, stroking my cock while she kissed the tip.

At this point, I didn't care how dumb she was. Half assing a blowjob? That was just straight wrong. My hands took a tighter hold on her head before I roughly thrust myself in, accidentally causing her to hit herself in the face with the hand she was rubbing me with.

She gave a whimper as her fingers fell free, moving to squeeze my balls. Too tight! She was squeezing them too tight. However, instead of cruelness in her eyes, I saw hopefulness that she was doing well. God, did she think that's what guys liked?

Taking her wrists in my hands, I pulled them away from my junk, pointing towards her and then making a circle and sticking a finger through it to indicate what she should do. She blushed profusely but obediently slid her hand into her panties anyway.

While she wasn't sucking my cock necessarily, her strange technique of trying to lick it like an ice cream cone actually felt rather nice. As she fingered herself at the same time, I heard her starting to moan around my dick.

"Good girl," I told her, slipping a little deeper. Now I was tickling the back of her throat, while she patiently fingered herself and waited for me to be done. Aww, what a sweetheart. "Does touching yourself like that feel good?" She nodded slowly, still blushing. "You don't need to be embarrassed. I didn't think it was possible, but you look even cuter like this." Her eyes sparkled from the compliment, and I feared that this girl was falling hard for me. Too late did I realize how bad this could end up.

No! Winona cheated on you! You don't owe her anything. Go ahead and fuck this slut's stomach full of cum! Give this naive, innocent, little angel her first taste of her new favorite snack.

"Do you know what would make you really cute though?" When she shook her head, I smirked. "If we added a bit of frosting, just to make you extra sweet." She looked at me confused. God, the fact she had no idea what was coming made it so incredibly hot! I closed my eyes and came hard in her mouth.

She squeaked, trying to pull away, but I just pushed it further into her mouth.

"Shh, shh," I whispered to her. "It's okay. Go ahead and swallow, Whitney. You're such a beautiful little angel, I'd hate for it to make such a mess all over you."

Confliction came over her features, but still she conceded and slowly swallowed it up. The moment she took the first gulp, a wave of bliss overcame her and her pussy squired a large amount of fluid in her panties.

"Heehee, see? Isn't it good? It's a really good source of protein, and I've heard it'll make your skin really soft, too."

She took another gulp, then another. Soon she'd swallowed down all of it before I pulled out of her, causing her to look up at me like a lost dog. I tucked myself away as she stared at me in complete and total awe. "D-do you really want to?"

"Want to what?" I asked.

"W-well, I mean...since you got me pregnant now, that means you'll be my husband, right?"

I blinked in absolute bewilderment. "What? Pregnant? Whitney, you're not pregnant."

"What? Yes I am! You just put a baby in my stomach! I know how babies are made, idiot!"

"You can't have a baby in your stomach! That's not how it works!" I rolled my eyes. "Look, you're sweet, but this was just a casual blwojob. I'm glad you liked it, but this is where we part ways."

I managed to make it just out the door before she rushed up to me and grabbed my arm, roughly pulling me elsewhere. "Oh no you don't! You are not saddling me with this stupid baby!"

"Oh my God! You're not going to have a baby!" I shouted at her.

"Well, we're going to go to the doctor, and he'll show you the picture of it in my stomach, then you'll see."

This girl really was an idiot! "Whitney, let go of me!"

"No!"

"Vulpus?" I blinked, realizing who's voice I'd heard. Turning, I saw my wife standing there looking absolutely confused. "What are you doing here? You supposed to be at Professor Elm's lab."

I roughly pulled my arm from Whitney. "What are you doing here?" I challenged. "Professor Elm wanted me to do some research for him, and I got a new pokedex from Professor Oak. So, I decided to go home, tell my wife, see if she wanted to come with but, imagine my surprise when she wasn't there!"

"I'm sorry, Vul. I was in kind of a hurry. I thought I left a note."

"Don't," I griped. "I already know the truth."

"Y-you d-do?" she replied. "H-how? You weren't supposed to…"

"Well I did! I heard everything! So tell me Winona, how long have you been cheating on me, huh? We've only been in Johto for a month! I bet you didn't even wait a week before you started looking on some casual fuck site, looking for someone who'd…"

My ear rung as she slapped me hard across the face. "Seriously?!" she shouted. "You think I've been cheating on you?!"

"I told you, I know! I heard it on your damned phone! You pocket dialed me, and I heard him tell you to strip and you did!"

Whitney cleared her throat. "Excuse me. Would you mind telling me who this chick is?" she demanded of me.

I rolled my eyes. "Winona, this is Whitney, the gym leader here. Whitney, this is my wife, Winona."

"You're married?!" she squeaked. "But you promised you'd marry me!"

Winona was absolutely stunned. "Vulpus, what is she talking about? Why would you promise her that?"

"Don't change the damned subject! And Whitney, I didn't promise you anything like that! So who is he, Winona?! I hope he's really fucking special."

"He's just my doctor, Vulpus! Why are you being like this?"

"Oh, right. A doctor that tells you to strip for him? Please."

"Yes!"

"Bullshit Winona. Bullshit! Just come out and say it! You've been cheating on me with another guy! Fine, you can have your damn freedom. Screw whoever you want, I don't care anymore!"

The lavender haired beauty's eyes were full of angry tears. "I'm pregnant, you asshole!" she screamed in my face. The entire world seemed to fall still as I just stood there, completely shocked.

"You're…"

"Pregnant!" she repeated. "With your baby! I started bleeding, and I got scared, so I came here to see the doctor!"

Whitney looked at her wide eyed. "He got you pregnant, too?!"

I shoved her out of the way. "But...but… I called! I heard you moaning in the background!"

"Yeah well, typically when they examine my pussy Vulpus, surprisingly they have to touch it and yeah, it feels good! Imagine if you went to a doctor's office and they had to rub your cock to test something! You'd moan, too!"

"But I mean...he told you to strip! And then he asked if I knew, and you said you didn't want me to find out!"

"I didn't want you to find out, yet!" she argued. "We just started our lives here, Vulpus. I know things are hard for you at the lab, and when we live in a new place, things are scary and we're still getting adjusted. Throwing a baby into the mix would just make things even more hectic for both of us."

That's when her face went pale as she realized that Whitney was clinging onto my arm. I felt dizzy. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Winona was pregnant? I was going to be a father? Then, the situation dawned on me, too. Oh fuck.

"Vulpus...did you…?"

"Well, I mean...it wasn't like...I mean, I thought that you…"

"You cheated on me?" Her eyes went from hurt to heartbroken in half a second. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Vulpus, how could you? We made a promise to eachother. You swore you'd never…"

"I thought you were cheating on me, Winona. You just left and you didn't give me a note or anything!"

"So you assumed that because I left I was cheating on you?" she sniffed. "Vulpus, how could you think that? After all we've been through, after all the times we've said 'I love you' and promised to be faithful, me leaving the house for less than a week was enough to convince you I was cheating?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" I murmured guiltily.

Hurt melted to anger. "How many?" Winona demanded.

"What?"

"How many women, Vulp?"

"I...I don't know! Four? Five, maybe? It's not like I've been keeping count!"

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "So let me get this straight," she whispered. "I've been gone for four days. So you've slept with not just one woman, but multiple women, more than for it to be only one a day? Do I just about have that right?"

This time, I elected it was a better idea to keep my mouth shut. I averted my eyes from my wife, trying hard to think of what I could possibly say to make this any better. "Winona, I'm…"

"No," she interrupted. "No, Vulpus. You don't get to apologize for this. You promised me. Then you broke that promise." She wrapped her arms around herself, trembling there. "I know you've been hurting, Vul. Every day, you'd come home, and I'd see that look in your eyes that said you were miserable. You stopped greeting me when you came back with 'I love you' and started just walking right past me. I can't remember the last time you cuddled up next to me on the couch. I should have seen this coming. I should have known you'd grow tired of me eventually. That's just who you are."

"Winona, no! That's not true. I do love you! But lately you've just…"

"I can't do this anymore, Vulpus," she whispered. "It's obvious this isn't what you want. And that's okay...I get it. I'll umm…" She sniffed, reaching up to brush the tears from her eyes. "Don't worry about the baby, okay? I'll think of something. I've got some family here. I can just live with them and find some work or something."

"Winona, please don't do this," I begged.

Reaching to her hand, she pulled off her wedding ring, then tilted up her chin and unclipped the weathered collar that was there. It still held the pink heart-shaped tag that read 'Vulpus' Girl'.

She placed them both in my hands, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and walked away. Whitney stared at me before taking a step away and turning to go after her. I sank to my knees, and I realized then that my life was finally over.

Game saved…

To be continued...