Hi all. Sorry for the long wait. Heads up: Suggestive themes in last part (Gray).
Vee
"You should be happy, little test subject!" A human in a white lab jacket laughed. As every day prior, he was administering more shots to me. "They say a strong trainer may choose you as a prize. You've been quite the success story, you know."
Joy wasn't exactly an emotion I recognized. I guess it was reasonable given the fact that I had spent most of my memorable life from within the confines of this small metal cage. Painful experiment after experiment led to battle after battle to test whatever my captors felt was necessary. Forced temporary evolutions and these things called 'steroids' made up most of their tests. I always felt weak after and my bones felt frail enough to break if I wasn't being afflicted by their drugs.
I guess I should've been happy about the prospect of escaping this cage. Maybe I was. I couldn't tell what emotion I was feeling. Nervousness, similar but different to what I felt upon my arrival to this cage, welled up. However, this wasn't so dreadful. This was more like the feeling before getting food… not the dry pellets, but the occasional scraps of human food.
I don't know how long I sat rejoicing in this new experience but I was eventually drawn out of my thoughts by a heavy metal door slamming shut.
"You said you had a few you wanted to show me. Can we make this quick?" A young voice asked.
"Yes, if you'd come this way…" One of the scientists ordered. While I couldn't see the humans yet, I could hear them going over the pokémon in the laboratory. Pokémon from reinforced steel geodudes to arboks with poison lethal enough to drop a pointy made up the list of potential underlings. However, the trainer remained pointedly unconvinced.
"Well… There's this one. She's a bit weak, but the eevee can evolve into three of her forms at will," At this point, the duo finally came to focus on me. The younger trainer with pitch black hair moved directly in front of the cage and blocked my vision of the outside world. His eyes stared at me with a cold indifference. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by dread. This human was a child? He couldn't be much older than ten, but his face didn't look childish at all. I got the distinct impression that the person I was looking at wasn't… human. I was nothing more than an object to him. His stare seemed to speak of a disregard to life in general.
"Well, I should mention she's clear of all diseases and caught up on all her shots. She's tame enough and listens without question. Perfect for young trainers…"
"Are you telling me you haven't got one pokémon that's strong? What an embarrassment." As soon as he turned away, I almost cried. He was apparently my ticket out… However, the emotion I felt with his denial was like the relief I felt when the experiments finished. The only difference was this time, it was much stronger.
"Well Mr. Prodigy, we do have one other…" The scientist said, his voice showing hints of annoyance. I knew immediately who the scientist was referring to. In the lab, there was only one untamable pokémon. The scientists had tried to break a scyther for months. However, upon every interaction, they kept getting injured, one even fatally so. Even though it wasn't modified, the scyther was more deadly than most of the experiments. It was scheduled to be put down since not one person could approach the scyther without risking a limb.
The scyther was across the hall from me and only a few cages down, so I could observe the scene by moving forward in my cage. The young boy was looking in the large cage with relative indifference, standing far closer to the cage than any scientist dared.
"Well?" The scientist asked when they arrived at the cage.
"Open the door," The boy ordered. From his belt, he drew two knives and released a pokéball. Out of the pokéball, a magmar appeared.
"Yes, he's very str… What? You realize this pokémon has killed people?"
"Magmar, melt the bars."
"Hey… Squad Leader Gambino, stop this now!" The scientist shouted but to no avail. "Fine! Suit yourself, I'm not sacrificing my life!" With that, the scientist took off towards the door. The kid ignored him and instead waited until his magmar had finished melting the bars. Without any hesitation, the scyther flew through the door and straight at the human.
He should've died. His insolence was too much for a human. However, as the scyther struck downward with his long metallic blades, there was a resounding clang. The human had blocked the strike easily with one of the knives. It must've been fairly well made since it survived the scyther's strike. Undeterred, the scyther swung sideways with it's other arm. This strike was also blocked.
"Magmar, burn him." Hot flames erupted from the magmar's mouth as he spat fire right past his master's head. The kid's faith must've been unbelievable. No, more likely the kid wasn't the slightest bit scared of death. Why else would he be taking on a scyther with just two small knives?
The scyther backed off and circled around before attacking again. The attacks, no matter how fast or strong, were blocked with relative ease. The boy moved with ease and even a novice could tell he was adept beyond reason with knives. Occasionally, the boy would move so fast and easily, he'd assert his superiority by tauntingly placing the knife over the scyther's throat. And with every strike the scyther made, the magmar burned the scyther. When the scyther backed off, neither made a move to continue attacking.
"You aren't weak. It's unfortunate your joints don't have as much freedom as a humans or you could cut from more angles. Your body inhibits any upward cut. If you were smart, you'd avoid ever cutting straight down to not allow me to ignore an arm so easily. But you're stupid. I guess I shouldn't expect more from a primitive beast. You'll do." The boy mused. The words were insulting but delivered in such a manner to suggest that there was no such intention.
The scyther, however, was infuriated. His next strike was powerful enough to shatter the right hand knife. Thinking he had an opening, he began to attack rapidly on the boy's right side. However, the boy had already switched his left knife to his right hand and drawn a third knife off his belt.
And so this process continued for the better part of an hour. The scyther had long since realized he wouldn't be attacked if he didn't attack. However, he didn't give up easily. The scyther continued to attack at ferocious rates before backing off but he couldn't hurt the kid. Even after breaking multiple knives in the process, the boy remained unscathed. Meanwhile, the scyther was in very real pain from all the fire. It had burned him, causing less crisp movements and obvious pain. Black marks were appearing and even parts of his wings had holes from the flames. The intermissions between attacks gradually became longer. Finally, it just gave up. The scyther dug it's scythe into the ground and just stopped moving. The untamable beast submitted to the monster.
"Given up? Well, you can stay here if you want. Rot away, eventually be turned into a pile of ash when the scientists get bored. Or… Yeah, you're passable. If you don't want to rot, follow. At least you won't be here."
With that said, the kid simply turned and left. Surprisingly, the scyther picked itself up and followed the kid. No attempt to attack while the kid's back was turned. No attempt to run. Just simply acceptance of his fate.
Right there, I became religious. And with my first prayer, I thanked Arceus that I had been born weak.
A few minutes after the kid left, the scientist came back into the lab. He started cursing loudly about the damages. He continued his angry rant until the metal doors slid open again.
"Oh! Mr. Gambino! I… sorry for this mess…" the scientist stuttered.
"My grandson was here, I see…" an old voice replied. Soon, I saw a white haired man wearing a brown suit jacket walk into view. His wrinkled face was contorted in a frown as his eyes surveyed the scene in front of him. Before proceeding, he took out a small book from his breast pocket and made a few notes before ripping it out and handing it to the scientist. "This should be enough for the lab."
"It was my fault… he wasn't satisfied with any of the experiments. Only the scyther appealed to him."
"I figured. The eevee I asked to be displayed probably didn't get a second glance. Most eleven year olds would love a small and tame pet that they could adventure with. It was a bit of an errant wish on my part that he might have any such desire."
"I shouldn't have showed him the scyther… It still is my fault, Mr. Gambino," the scientist continued.
"I doubt it would make a difference. He would've pressed for even more dangerous companions had he not stopped here. He's hellbent on being powerful at any risk. His methods… Well, my son-in-law had taught him martial arts and self-defense as a young child. Unfortunately, Gray truly is a violent child and grew to love fighting. The eevee here, you said you were done experimenting with her?"
"Yes, the other lab is done with her. We are going to dispose of her probably by the end of this week. It's an unfortunate failure: the bone density just doesn't stand up to what was needed." Surprisingly, even hearing this didn't bring out the slightest bit of emotion from me. I was already mentally exhausted for the day, and hearing of my own death didn't seem worth getting upset over.
"Mark her as disposed of, then. Take her and sell her. The species isn't terrifically rare, but they fetch a decent price. All the pokémon here have breeder records, so take those and you'll get a better price. She's a purebred, if I remember right. Just don't mention your affiliation or the… quirks she has. Let that be compensation for having to put up with my grandson."
"Thank you Mr. Gambino!" The scientist exclaimed. The old man simply nodded before leaving.
That night, I even got the best meal I had received since arriving. Maybe I should say another prayer.
Vee
Lucy had been quiet all morning, anticipating a call from her family. She had spent an easy hour cycling through clothes until she finally decided on a green frilled dress. Afterward, she tried to sit quietly, but failed. She had tried scrolling through the newspaper, reading some tactic books and even pacing to calm her anxiety. The nerves were steadily getting to her, as seen by her constantly practicing awkward conversations with herself. She didn't seem to know what she wanted to say and it only led to her panicking.
It was about noontime when the phone rang in Lucy's house. She jumped out of her chair before calming down, nearly letting it ring to the answering machine before picking it up.
"Hello?"
"Lucy, is that you? This is Steven, I just arrived on the island."
Lucy just stared at the phone, not sure how to respond.
"Hello? Anyone there? Maybe I have the wrong number after all…" I heard Steven mutter through the phone.
"Aren't you going to answer?" I asked. Lucy finally seemed to come back to her senses, but it was too late. The dial tone sounded through the phone, seemingly drawing her back to reality.
"Wait! Steven!" Lucy exclaimed, far too late. She frantically hit to redial the number. "Of all the times I'm speechless! He's never going to let me live this down. I look like helpless prom date, don't I?"
"Hello?"
"Steven! I'm sorry I… uh… dropped the phone and…"
"Luce, are you sure you weren't just left speechless by my dazzling Champion-like voice?" Steven's laugh could be heard through the phone, causing Lucy to grin sardonically.
"Sorry, I was worried I was talking to a homeless beggar."
"Oh, so you've picked up on talking to yourself over the last eight years?"
"Jeez Steven! Let a girl have her pride, please!" I was surprised to hear the two converse so easily. Lucy had been fretting about seeing her family, but her conversation with Steven seemed to suggest the two spoke somewhat frequently.
"Alright, alright. I hear you're living near Anabel. I'll be on over shortly." Steven said easily. "Dad won't be in until tomorrow."
As Steven hung up, I realized exactly where Lucy's anxiety came from. With that last sentence, her smile had disappeared almost instantly. Her hand holding the phone was shaking slightly, allowing the dial tone to ring quietly. It was now completely obvious her father was the one causing her anxiety.
"Lucy, Steven's here today. Everything is an issue for the future…" I broke the silence uneasily. However, it seemed to drag Lucy back to reality. She finally stopped shaking and took a deep breath.
"Right. I can push it off one more day…" With that, the silence resumed as we waited for Steven to show up.
Within five minutes, there was a knock on the door, causing Lucy and I to jump. Lucy quickly moved to answer the door with me in tow. She opened the door to see a tall adult with bluish gray hair and a warm smile. He wore a black suit coat and slacks with a belt of pokéballs. He towered over Lucy by a half foot at least. Immediately upon seeing Lucy, his blue eyes watered a bit and his smile slackened.
"Steven… it's been a minute, I guess…" Lucy started awkwardly. She was quickly interrupted mid-sentence as Steven embraced her in a tight hug.
"I missed you, Luce… You didn't have to leave, you know…" Steven whispered weakly, his suit coat immediately creased with wrinkles. "You didn't have to leave. Dad and I… We've missed you so much."
The two of them just hugged silently for minutes on end, door open for the world to spy on the siblings. Neither or them noticed, though. Both of them were teary eyed, releasing years of stifled emotions as they continued their silent reunion. I felt out of place standing behind the two but neither of them cared.
Finally, Steven broke the hug, placing his hands on Lucy's shoulders. Tears were still visible on his face, but he smiled again. "Well, this is awkward," He laughed easily. He took a handkerchief out of his suit pocket and cleared his eyes. "You've grown up so much. All the boys you meet probably fawn over you, huh? I guess our good looks run in the family."
"You give yourself too much credit. Come in, let's not let everyone see the Stone family eroding over a simple meeting," Lucy smiled, wiping tears away. Her face was red and her eyes puffy but she looked relieved.
The siblings eventually settled in at the kitchen table, where Lucy had already prepared some small snacks that would never be more than decorations. Not wanting to be left behind, I hopped up on one of the stools Lucy had left for me.
"What's it been, Lucy? Five years since you started traveling? You must be pretty good at battling. Cynthia give you a riolu as a gift, didn't she? And you… ehem, burrowed Pumpkin."
"Yeah, I'm probably better than you now," Lucy teased. Steven rolled his eyes, but waited for her to continue. "I got bored of all the battling for a while. Richard and Leo evolved and just wouldn't be beat. I was feeling pretty confident until… " Lucy gestured to her left arm, still wrapped in a cast. Judging by Steven's reaction, he hadn't noticed when Lucy and him were having their reunion.
"Ouch. Did you start training pokémon barehanded?"
"I got attacked by a bunch of mightyena… I had to stop traveling because of this. Didn't Anabel tell you?" Steven just shook his head in response.
"So how does it feel? I'm sure we could find a way to make it more comfortable…"
"It itches occasionally, but all for a good cause. I wouldn't want to let little Vee get harmed," Lucy laughed, gesturing towards me. Steven looked over at me before surprise crossed his eyes. However, he seemed to shake it off.
"Just call for help if it hurts, alright?" Lucy nodded easily. "So did you meet anyone on your journey? You couldn't have been alone the whole time, right?"
"Not really…" Lucy said slowly.
"That's not what Anabel said," Steven responded. "You were running around with some guy, eh?"
"I was traveling with him for half a week at most!"
"Was he as handsome as me?" Steven grinned. Lucy just rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as a 'no'. I'll have to meet him at some point. If he can't beat me, he's not good enough for you."
"You're such a bother! There's nothing romantic between the two of us. Anyways, what kind of requirement is that? Do you want me to be single forever?"
"I mean… Why not? It makes my job as an older brother easier."
"I don't need to live like Champion Bachelor Steven for the rest of my life."
Before Steven could respond, the doorbell rang. Steven got up to answer it.
"Oh! Anabel, you're here a bit early," Steven laughed. "I was just telling Lucy not to fall in love with any boy who'd lose to me."
"Technically, if the boy never fights you he won't lose," Anabel grinned. She walked into view with Steven ushering her in. He stood right behind her, using her head as an armrest. "Even then, Lucy tells me this guy with 'no experience' beat her with Vee. You might have a challenge on your hand in a couple of years, Steven."
"You lost to him? Lucy…"
"I was using Pumpkin, okay? He barely won." Lucy was red with embarrassment after hearing her brother's chiding. "Anyways, why don't you two take a seat? It's not like I don't have enough chairs…"
"…I mean, this perch is pretty comfortable…" Steven started playfully. Regardless of his mischievous demeanor, a look of worry seemed to cross both Steven's and Anabel's faces. It wasn't lost to Lucy at all.
"…Alright, is there something you want to say? You're staring at me all odd now."
"Uhm…"
"It's not you, Lucy…" Anabel started slowly. However, she failed to continue that thought.
"Pshh… This worked so much better when we rehearsed it," Steven laughed anxiously. He stopped leaning on Anabel's head and straightened his suit a bit.
"You say it… that was your part anyways."
"What's going on?" Lucy's face was now full of confusion. "Did someone… die?"
"Hang on Lucy, we've got to solve this lover's quarrel real fast," Steven said.
"Well, now you've gone and said it you big blockhead…"
"Wait! Lover's qu…"
"Yes, Luce. You see, I realized that I'd eventually grow old and die alone and it scared me. So I ended up settling for this board."
"You should thank Arceus that I ever accepted your damn proposal! Good lord, now we've messed up this entire announcement."
"YOU AND ANABEL ARE…"
"Yes Lucy, we're getting married," Steven grinned, arm hugging Anabel. She was still visible upset with messing up their announcement.
"For the record, he paid me." Anabel pouted.
The week had begun to fly by after Anabel's and Steven's announcement. The news wasn't nearly as surprising to me as it was for Lucy. I had only been gone for a year, so I had known the two were dating. However, Lucy had been gone for much longer.
Mr. Stone had arrived the next day to another teary reunion. I had heard the reunion was even more awkward between father and daughter. Lucy had complained about it post hoc, talking about how guilty she felt the whole time. However, the Stone family seemed happily reunited. Mr. Stone had already known about Steven and Anabel's marriage plans, so Anabel and the Stone family set about catching up with each other.
Unfortunately, not all things were happy on the island. Silver had slipped away for a few days to look after a place called "Artisan Cave", leaving Sora and I largely alone. And Sora… wasn't herself. Mars was at Gray's house cooking, perhaps on a premonition.
"Little one, you've been back for less than a week. If you trust Gray, you know he'll come here soon. Worrying so easily…"
"Uncle, it's been two years! Gramps got my hopes up, but… If he's been alive, why didn't he come back already? Did he just leave us behind?" As Sora finished speaking, there was a noticeable increase in temperature. Mars, who had been focused on his cooking, turned around to face Sora with a look of fierce anger.
"Now listen here, little one. You are the only pokémon in the world that Gray ever named. You're the one that he left his life for. He left behind everything he knew to get you. And after that, he fought everyone who said it was the wrong decision, even standing against the champion himself. You, who feared him and wouldn't trust any human. A small, broken pokémon, devoid of any of the raw power Gray respected somehow caused Gray to care for something. Sora, I love you dearly but this… this is infuriating. I've been with Gray for nearly 14 years, bar the two he's been gone. I've shared his proudest moments and his most hopeless struggles. And he never was as happy as the moment you finally stopped fearing him. How faithless, to believe he'd leave you behind."
Sora blinked at this response, quietly wiping her eyes of the water gathering.
"Aww shoot…" Mars muttered. He sighed audibly as the temperature decreased back to a more comfortable level. "I'm sorry, Sora. Truth be told, I'm as frustrated as you. I'm worried Gray will get himself in some trouble and he won't have me to bail his stupid ass out. But I'll never doubt his convictions. He's not going to abandon you. Those memories were bothering you again, aren't they? You know I'm not going to let anything happen to you while Gray finds his way back."
"It's just harder to feel accepted around people who don't know… I mean, besides you, how do I know how people would react if they knew I…"
"What? That a bunch of people harmed you? That you were abused in a way that anyone else might never smile again? Well? What about you test this theory? Vee, would you listen to a story for us?"
"Uncle! That's private!"
"It is. But you can trust this one. Right?" I simply nodded, not knowing if the story what to really expect.
"Fine… But I'm telling it," Sora proclaimed. "Uhm… Well, I met Gray about five years ago…"
Gray
The large city of Veilstone was surprisingly enticing. I had thought that a city that depended on gambling and night life to make up so much of it's income to have very little appeal to me. But I was mistaken. The center of the city was a very classy place, comprised of many expensive restaurants and hotels. And while I certainly wasn't like the other white collared residents, I wasn't able to resist the temptation of a five star hotel after months on my last job.
Yesterday I had finally tracked down and eliminated one of Rocket's biggest mistakes in recent memory. A traitor had defected to Galactic, forcing me to chase her all the way to Galactic's headquarter in Veilstone. By some stroke of luck, the group had already begun crumbling and I was easily able to be the final nail in their coffin. Thus, Rocket's lawyers were already using all the titles and paperwork I could find to acquire Galactic's facilities. This meant I had to stick close in Veilstone, at least until the suits got to Sinnoh. The reward was massive, so I didn't see any issue with treating myself to a good meal and sleep.
The open air restaurant I had chosen was just one example of that newfound philosophy. It was expensive, but the food was very good. My appetite was a bit dampened by all the paperwork I had to fill out, and I hadn't even bothered opening the menu. Unsurprisingly, Cory and Colin were running Cancel with ease. This really wasn't new… since meeting Agatha, I had done nothing but train. For nearly 5 months, we had been the number one covert group in Rocket. But with this successful operation, we'd probably become the only covert operations group in Rocket.
It had only been a few days since my near-conflict with Red in the Viridian forest. Considering I had covered over a region's worth of ground with Latias, including a side trip to Mount Coronet. My query was moving with one of the few beings faster than Latias so I had unfortunately been constantly behind. This meant I was a bit late to the party Team Galactic was holding at Spear Pillar. The Sinnoh region dexholders had caused quite the mess which I didn't have time to clean up. Luckily, the fact that those three can't win against trivial battlers didn't result in Galactic gaining control of legendary pokémon.
Not all dexholders were that useless, though. The ones from Johto and Kanto had proven to be wonderful in whatever discipline they took. Surprisingly, some of the them had even assisted me. Even though Red and Yellow were more… resistant, Green, Silver, Crystal and Blue had all been friendly. Crystal and Green had both used their networks to help me track down members of my current team and both Blue and Silver had been wonderful training partners. It was really unforeseen that the most important part of Agatha's invitation was not battling Red, but rather finding people I considered close acquaintances.
While I was scrolling through e-mails on my work phone, I felt a tug a on my slacks. I looked down to see a small mawile holding a few pamphlets. She handed me one and looked at me expectantly.
Veilstone Masseuses: A Healthy Home to Relieve Stress
The message continued on about the facility and it's pokémon assistants. Certainly, it wasn't something that naturally interested me. Nor was something like this in a gambling city likely to be a simple massage house. However, the small pokémon kept staring at me. With the most subtle motion, the mawile indicated for me to flip the card over. The back was a standard sign-up sheet, asking for name, address and billing information. Oddly enough, it also pressed for information about 'pokémon assistance preference'. In the middle of it, etched crudely in pen, was a simply four letter word that confirmed my quickly growing suspicions.
'Help'.
I nodded to the mawile, pocketing my card. I wasn't willing to act on such little information, but I was fairly confident that this house was simply a brothel. Rocket had discussed this numerous times and even owned one in Johto before Giovanni's change of heart on how to run the organization. Certainly, brothels were highly illegal, but too many people were obsessed beyond reason and they made it a highly lucrative business. Yes, these people were disgusting and no criminal in their right mind would categorize them as anything but human trash. Even we had standards. Regardless, a black market organization would make hundreds of thousands of poké monthly shipping pokémon. The second most lucrative use for black market pokémon behind battling was sex. Having used the black market to buy three members of my team, I was all too familiar with how expansive this business was.
It wasn't exactly my place to get involved, though. An unwritten rule of the black market is you weren't allowed to interfere in other transactions. An anonymous tip could be traced back… police could be bribed rather easily for information about the submitter or just bribed into inaction. And the wraith of an organization like that… well, I wasn't worried about that. However, it would mean I wasn't able to involve myself with the market anymore. And I was still waiting on one final pokémon to surface to complete my team. Losing this connection right now was just too much. Sorry, poor mawile, but all I could give was false hope.
Still, I continued to observe the mawile as she continued. As expected, she would only hand the cards out to men sitting alone. Oddly, she didn't wait for any of them to respond. Why me in particular, then? As I got up to leave, I walked past of few of these men and even grabbed one of the cards that fell to the ground. None of them had the message written on the back. If you were going to look for help, little one, you should've chosen better!
I went to throw the cards away, but couldn't manage. I was still curious. Something about this mawile made me reluctant to ignore her. I was Gray Gambino, the man who could turn his back on any crime and commit one even worse. Why was I so interested in this poor mawile?
But I still needed verify before acting. A careful plan would need to be developed, aliases acquired and an objective set in stone. Accidentally destroying a legal organization was unacceptable, as was having a bunch of pokémon on hand that matched those of a recently destroyed organization.
I shouldn't have worried. Once I was back in my hotel room, I started to search up information to confirm my suspicion. The evidence that the organization was illegal came easily. From the title of a masseuse being changed to a massage therapist or technician to the inability to find any information on the place without using the dark net, it was quickly evident that my suspicions were all justified. Even then, I didn't make any decision. Losing contact with the lucrative black market trade was a huge loss with no gain. But as I was reading the customer reviews, one comment sealed the deal.
"If you're looking for some 'fun' you can't normally do, there's no better place than here. Alright, let's be real: Sometimes you need release and that just happens to be the release some soft beautiful pokémon gives. With twenty different types to choose from, I've never had a dull day. Let me describe what these girls will do:"
The comment, in all it's repulsive glory, went on to describe all the different sexual acts he had done with the pokémon. From orgies to bondage, to what perk each pokémon had, I was spared no detail.
"One of the girls is a mawile called Rosa. She looks young but don't underestimate her in bed. My buddies and I like to gang up on her, five or more at a time, and make use of her second mouth. I believe she's a masochist, you can see it in her eyes when you bring out gags. While not as well-known as some of the others, she's definitely one you can't miss."
My mind was made up for me. Before I knew it, I was formulating plans to destroy the place. I was imagining how I would extort a revenge that wasn't even mine to have. I had always thought these people were awful but even having seen some in the act hadn't driven me to this level of abhorrence. It wasn't rational to act like this. But what I reading was disgusting to me on levels I didn't realize existed.
However, I reread it, taking notes on the different rooms and pokémon I'd have to search out. Mentions of when the place was at it's busiest were carefully considered. The stupid bastard even talked about some of his acquaintances.I quietly seethed as I read the note over and over until finally I came across some good news.
"If you're nervous about starting, I'm always up for a threesome. Just ask for Lew on any Tuesday, Thursday or Friday. We'll have us a grand old time."
I felt an undying urge to punch this man and I was in luck. Today was Friday. Alright, Lew, let's see what kind of grand old time we'd be having.
Thanks for reading. I realize I've been slow uploading, but I am in the middle of a college semester, so I apologize.