038. Touch.

By Robbie Valiant, P.I.

"Would you like to hear more scintillating stories of my formative years?"

He did one thing as he said this. A seemingly innocuous act. He pinched her cheek. They both felt an odd sense of contentment with it.

"Of course I'm happy," he rationalizes in his head, "she's finally being the supportive, loyal sidekick I always wanted."

Shego had settled herself to cope with the fact she was stuck obedient indefinitely. She watched this, an outsider in her own body. She immediately shoved that aside. It was wrong. She should be ENRAGED!

"Yes, Doctor Drakken," she said, her voice bubbly.