Chapter 28
Sarra passed over the ocean, fully
cognizant and very grumpy after being tasked with finding out where Clive had
gone. An hour had passed since Clive was detained, and Sarras on-the-spot plot
for revenge had been thwarted by both a now-telepathic moron, and her own
sister. She figured that finding a chunk of ice would not be that hard, but it
was far more difficult than she would have liked. Sarra thought of the search
as a metaphor for how Clive was more experienced than she was, not just in
hiding, but also in fighting skills, trickery, and overall being an EnWol. This
made her even grumpier.
Sarra headed back to shore, swearing her
nonexistent lungs out. She passed over the several twisted freight ships,
unaware of the sphere of melting ice that had wedged itself between a pier and
an oil tanker on that late afternoon September day.
Dr. Garner walked with a low slump to his back
and a shuffle as he was escorted into the back seat of a police car. His shield
had faded away completely. Anne Redford floated nearby and watched him. She
couldn’t help but feel sorry to see him go. Garner looked up at her, his face drooping
and tender. Anne fought her tears, but the effort was for naught. She said good
bye to her best friend and flew away.
“Alright,” Juno said; a computer tablet in
hand. “These data says that Anne’s power ascended into absurd levels without
any lasting effects. Levan, having been a dope by trying to save her, actually
succeeded and gained some of her power. Because Anne held so much of her
ballooned power and with Levan’s copying ability, Levan’s gain of Anne’s power is
permanent since there was so much for her to give.”
Levan nodded.
“Precisely. Whatever that means.”
Juno made a sarcastic laugh, sounding not
unlike a goat.
“You’re cute, now, what eludes us all is: One:
how did Clive get himself to split into independent parts when every single
post-human EnWol can only operate in one-one synchronicity when split. Two: why
was the odd, ethereal tone that reportedly came from Levan so effective? And
three: how in the name of Gaia’s womb did you, sir, with your reputation, make
such a deduction right on the spot that you did not know would work at all?”
Juno pointed at Levan, her finger inches from
his nose. He leaned back and put his hands up, his stretching power gone.
“Lady Juno, I am as unfathomably unsound as
you. To paraphrase, the solutions to the problem stem from the ether and
abruptly disembark from my thought process. I cannot express sufficient regret
for my absentminded predicament. In short, I find the circumstances incalculable.”
Juno sighed and threw her upper body on the
console, her arms supporting her.
“I
don’t know if you know what you’re talking about or not.”
Florence walked up.
“Maybe we need to regroup and talk to Bronson
about the... odd behavior and give time for Levan to gather his thoughts.”
Juno held her hand up and dropped it,
signifying her lack of decision. Florence
tilted her head to emphasize her order.
“Go home, Levan, we’ll let you know when we
need you. I’m not sure if Juno wants to test you out or not.”
Levan frowned and left without a word.
Anne floated up and watched him go. The heroes
could tell that she felt a little better after seeing Dr. Garner go.
“He’s pretty silly.”
Florence sighed and put her hand on Anne’s
shoulder.
“Not as silly as he looks.”
Lora
and Tench roamed the cave, trying to find out where Morgan had gone. The cave
remained a monument in the rubble as the only sign that anyone had been there
at all.
Tench knocked a few times on the structure.
“Behold the cave of junk; a great mystery that
was built long ago by the same civilization that built Stonehenge, the pyramids,
the Easter Island idols, and of course, Fred King on the news channel.” Tench
said.
Lora giggled.
“No kidding!”
Tench shared the laugh and walked over to
where Lora had said Morgan was last seen. There was a slight, human sized
depression in the burnt and wet grass. He shrugged.
“I might be way off on this, Pink, but I’m
pretty sure that she escaped.”
Lora frowned.
“Is that bad? I mean, are there ways to track
her down?”
Tench shook his head.
“Not really, but you know, you wouldn’t
believe how often bad guys get away. It happens all the time. The good part is
that they usually come back to do another dastardly deed and we nab them then.
One of the things that Florence teaches new heroes is that small
battles have to be lost to win the war. We lost this bogey and Clive, but we’ll
get them next time.”
Lora looked away, remembering what Morgan had
told her. About her decisions hurting others, and finding only loneliness in a
world full of people. Lora bit her lip and her heart shuddered.
Tench frowned and gently took her chin.
“What’s wrong? We saved the day and kept
everyone from suffering a permanent relocation to toy land. Who cares that the
bad guys escaped today? We all know that they’ll be back, and we’ll be stronger
than ever when they do.”
Lora looked up at Tench and thanked him with a
smile. She didn’t want to burden her with her worry, and felt that it would
bring him down.
Tench backed off and leapt into the air,
hovering a few feet up.
“Hey, let’s report in and get that arm patched
up. You never know too, we might be able to talk Bronson into fixing up that
patch for you too, an EnWol ex machina, if you will.”
Lora laughed and jumped into the air.
“Awesome! Let’s go. I don’t want this to get
infected.”
The two sped off back to Meta Corps and into
the sunset.
Chapter 29
The wound had blossomed into
something terrible, and Lora was its victim. She and Tench hovered down the
hallway leading to Bronson’s lab with hope that he had worked out the error
with the gauntlets.
“That’s good, stay airborne; it won’t jostle it
as much.” Tench said. Lora held her arm just below the slash with an iron grip;
she was trying not to cry.
“It’s
alright. Bronson knows you’re coming. If this works, it will be better than any
surgery, Lora. Trust me.”
Lora
sniffed hard and nodded with a grimace.
Sarra
leaned on the wall outside of Bronson’s door, eyeing her sister and Tench.
“For pity’s sake, Sarra,” said Tench. “Can
you help us?”
Tench
and Lora stopped outside the door.
“I
want to talk to you alone.” Sarra said.
“What?”
Tench and Lora said simultaneously.
“What
on earth are you—” Tench started. Sarra assumed full height and jerked her
head toward the door.
“Send
her in and we’ll talk.”
Tench
glared at Sarra and started to growl. Lora put her hand on Tench’s shoulder and
gave a small smile.
“Sarra’s
a good guy, Andy. I’ll be fine.” Lora’s face soured and she hissed as she went
in.
“Lora!
Okay, I have some food for you; you’re going to need it to help regenerate
yourself for that wound. It won’t work otherwise.” Bronson said before the door
shut.
Tench
approached Sarra, who sunk back into the wall.
“Blast
you, Sarra, what is so important that—”
“I
have a hunch about you that says you’ll be around a while, around Lora.” Sarra
said.
Tench
blinked.
“What?
Sarra, what do you mean?”
“Oh
you two, lovey-dovey on the first day with similar power sets and ambitions.
You’re the same person with different hair lengths.”
Tench’s
brow furrowed.
“You
want to assume there’s a relationship because of that? This is what’s keeping
me from helping Bronson in there?”
Sarra
walked up to him and forced his attention on her.
“Hey
turkey, my hunch is pretty strong, and it says that there’s a possibility for
disappointment between you and Lora. Listen to me; I don’t want you to fuck
around with her, I’m serious. Do not disappoint her, or I’ll kick you in the
teeth. Got that?”
Sarra’s
face was inches from Tench; her message started to sink in. Tench stood tall
and he took a breath.
“All
the truth serums on the planet would make me say the same thing. I don’t have
plans to, and I never will. Trust me.” He smiled again, but it was overflowing
with serious intent. Sarra saw it as being cocky and shoved him.
“Look
flyboy, I’m a good guy with no tolerance for anyone’s stupid bullshit,
especially from the bad guys and dumbass heroes. Think about this; I’m a nasty
bitch, but all the things that I’ve done to pick on Lora are nothing against
some compatible looking boy breaking her heart.”
Tench
deflated. He frowned and took a step back. He licked his lip and nodded.
“Yeah…”
He said, barely above a whisper.
Sarra
stretched her arm out to the doors sensor and it rolled open.
“Great
minds gestate in the same pod. Don’t be the rotten end.”
Tench
nodded and headed inside.
“Great Gaia’s Ghosts, that’s a good one!”
Bronson said as he hovered near Lora’s shoulder. Her suit stretched out over
her wound to expose the injury. Lora’s shoulder was spilt open, deep enough to
burn white hot, but shallow enough so that it did not hit a major artery.
Tench
grabbed a first aid kit and worked to clean the wound. He took over from
holding the suit from Bronson.
“I didn’t know that the suit was a weave that
allowed bleeding through.” He said with a slight waver in his voice.
Bronson shook his head and flew back to the
controls.
“I guess that Lora expected it to be like that
on a subconscious level.”
Tench wiped the blood away and leaned in to
study it.
“I gotta say though that it looks a lot like a
pomegranate.” He said.
Lora squeaked and her face paled. Tench
grimaced and held his hand up.
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop making comparisons.”
Lora whined.
Bronson called back as he fiddled with his
computer.
“I found out the problem after you left, but I
haven’t had time to implement it since Juno had asked for help with the afternoon’s
debacle.”
Tench smiled.
“Oh yeah? What was up?”
Bronson worked on fixing his mistake as he
talked about it.
“In section 85,634-B, I forgot to put in some
particular values pertaining to human fingernails. The system knew that
something logical went there, but it wasn’t pulling anything from the data
buffer, and instead of letting our Lora here sprout very thin strands of
intestines when she recovered from an injury,” Bronson paused to let Lora
express how disgusted she was. “Instead of, well, that or some other horror,
the machine knew that that was not right at all, and came to a full stop.
Everything bottlenecked from that and thus the system overheated. Pop, pop,
pop, pop, pop, pop.”
Tench
was taken aback.
“Dang.”
Sarra entered the room and stood nearby. She changed
from her costume to her civilian clothes consisting of some jeans and a black
top.
Tench glanced over. He turned away to ignore
her, but decided against it.
“Hi
Sarra.” He said. Sarra ignored him.
She
stretched her neck out to look at her sisters wound.
“Sick.” She croaked.
Bronson finished the code and saved it to the
flash drive. He turned around and saw Sarra.
“Oh, good. I was about to call you in. Fork
over the gauntlets, we’re going to try this again.”
Sarra took her gauntlets off and Tench took
Lora’s off. Lora was whimpering, her shoulder panicking liberally. Bronson took
the gauntlets from Sarra and Tench and set them up.
“I
still think that there’s a snuff film hidden behind all this.” Sarra said.
“Please hurry…” Lora said softly, quiet sobs
erupted from her. Tench went back to stand with her.
Sarra crossed her arms as Bronson loaded the
machine.
“Don’t worry; you’ll be back to being Dr. Lora
Lessbleeder in no time at all.” Sarra said.
Tench looked back at Sarra, his eyes were half
closed.
“No one likes a smartass, Sarra.” He said in a
hushed tone.
Sarra stared at him and felt very cold all of
a sudden. Images of her father sprang to her mind. She pointed at him, her
closed fist facing up.
“Dude, that’s frickin scary.”
Tench shrugged, misunderstanding her.
“Nah, I was already the guinea pig for these
things and that code here and there. Bronson’s just going to put the new stuff
in and send you two off. That’s all.”
Tench looked at the gauntlets in their
chamber. They sparked up and interacted with each other, looking normal.
Bronson studied the sparks and nodded with a
smile.
“It’ll work now, supposedly, just remember to
take the gauntlets off when a battle’s over. Of course, when Lora gets them
back, there should be no trace of her injury.”
Sarra snorted, dismissing the eerie comparison
between Tench and her father.
“With how she got that injury in the first
place, I would think that she would either have her arm ripped off,” Sarra was
interrupted by Lora’s squeak. Sarra held her finger up and raised her voice a
little bit, to be heard over her sister.
“Or, I think that she would have been killed
right there.”
Tench nodded.
“Well, it’s good that this is the only thing
that happened. A dead Pink Lemon fresh into her first day would hurt our
reliability, trust and by extension, both Meta Corps funding and stocks.”
Sarra nodded.
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Where
would we be then?” Tench asked.
“Overrun by a paranoid sociopathic meta
dictator.” Sarra said.
Tench nodded.
“Yep, that’s exactly right. No one wants that
to happen again.”
Sarra glanced at him and then scoffed and
rolled her eyes.
Within a few minutes, the gauntlets had completed
their new upgrade. Bronson removed them from the chamber and floated up to
present them.
“Alright, each lady gets two cheap and
disgusting microwave burritos. Dig in.”
“Diarrhea in a tortilla. Yummy.” Sarra said.
She hooked her gauntlets back on and they resumed sharing Sarra’s fluidity.
Tench carefully slid Lora’s suit back up her
shoulder. She gasped and flinched.
“Isn’t it going to get infected if you do
that?” Lora asked.
Tench
shook his head.
“It won’t matter if Bronson’s upgrade works.
I’m being baby soft, so it shouldn’t hurt that much.”
Tench took the gauntlets from Bronson and put
them on Lora. There was an odd whirring noise, and then Lora burst with a thin
pulse of light. A stronger glow came from the gauntlets, and scanned her body
up and down several times. With each pass to her shoulder, the bloodstain
diminished, leaving no trace behind.
“Hah, it’s working!” Bronson yelled.
As if on cue from the exclamation, the scan
stopped and Lora’s glow subsided. She hovered an inch or two off the ground and
rubbed her arm.
“It should be fine.” Bronson said.
Lora patted her shoulder, waited for a
reaction, and smiled.
“Oh it is, Mr. Bronson. Thank you.”
Bronson nodded.
“You’re welcome. Just be careful on the
field.”
Lora went up to hug him and she giggled.
“Oh, hey, you bet.”
Lora backed away and studied her formally hurt
arm.
“I don’t feel any different though...”
“Well,
you shouldn’t.” Bronson said. “It should work on a normal basis, I mean, the
worst that could happen is that you turn into some kind of shapeless goop.”
Everyone laughed and Bronson gave Lora a wink.
“On a normal basis?” Sarra asked with a raised
eyebrow.
Bronson wrinkled his nose, an odd sight since
he appeared to lack the protrusion of one in the first place.
“Or it will work every single time, all I’m
saying is that neither Lora nor her heroic ascendants should have to worry
about getting hurt from a lack of elasticity.” Bronson paused. “That’s why the
EnWol transformation is there in the first place.” He chopped his hand with
each word.
Lora nodded, understanding why there was a
transformation.
Tench
cleared his throat.
“Bronson, while we were in the toy land back
there, the scene shifted to one of Clive’s memories, particularly how he became
EnWol.”
Bronson nodded.
“An incorrectly overclocked EnWol. He had the
sand that I was threatened to forge in 1970, and consumed enough for forty; I
knew that. The silver sand became the sand of time, lost in its new namesake
because we could not find it in the remains of Max Doom’s stronghold.” Bronson
pointed at the women. “History lesson.”
Tench
held his black gloved finger up.
“A-ha, but there’s more. We found out that the
sand was given to Sergei Slade.”
Bronson’s eyes widened.
“No. No way, man. If Slade had the sand than
he would have an EnWol army that would have attacked Meta Corps by ‘75, I bet.
It’s not his style to just sit on something that powerful for,” he blew a curt
raspberry, “forty years.”
Tench shrugged.
“That’s what I saw, and Clive reacted pretty
strongly to it. I think that what we saw was true.”
Bronson nodded.
“Could be.”
Lora floated up.
“Excuse me, but who is Sergei Slade? I know
that he was there when I got the gauntlets, but I didn’t know much about him.”
Bronson looked at her and laughed.
“You were in Costa Mesa? Okay, that makes
sense. Slade must think that he needs the gauntlets to enable the elasticity. We’re
lucky that you got them in that explosion instead of him.
Anyway,
Lora, the Russian born Sergei Slade is an extremely elusive weapons
industrialist with a fondness for, in his own words, ‘what can hurt the most.’
He’s a master at hiding, so this search may be very difficult.”
“So, getting the sand back is going to be
impossible then?” Sarra asked.
Bronson shook his head.
“I don’t know; we’ll have to find Slade first.
I just wish that I could converge the sand that Sarra has into both chambers on
all four gauntlets, but there’s a different system for each and there’s no
compatibility. What got the previous EnWol in Lora’s place up and running was
that I had a small reserve that I thought would last a lot longer than it did.
A lot longer. Slades reserve is the mother lode, ready to be converted and
assigned to each chamber for when the gauntlets run out. Otherwise it converts
unceremoniously.”
Sarra crossed her arms.
“How do we find the panzer sucker then?”
Tench glared at her, trying not to laugh.
Bronson shook his head.
“I have no idea. I’ll take it up with Florence and Clark and
see what they say. There’s not much that we can do about it now. Thanks Tench,
that will help us out significantly.”
They said their good byes, and went their own
ways. Lora and Tench stayed together and talked as they roamed the underground
waterfall.
“So, how did you like your first day, Pink?”
Tench asked. Lora watched the waterfall and frowned.
“I don’t know yet. I had a friend back in Orange County
named Cindy. She was a stretcher too, like Rachel. I think that the EnWol
elasticity makes Cindy look like a tight little hair bow next to a glass of
water. The idea of Sarra being like that, and myself before today, was a little
daunting.”
“Why?”
Lora sighed and rubbed her arm.
“It’s just sort of yucky, I’ve told everyone
that.”
Tench nodded, and Lora continued.
“Cindy also said something about how… how I’m
submissive and always do what I’m asked. She thinks that I’ll get in trouble
because of it.”
Tench smiled.
“Well, it can’t be blind yes’s, you’re smart
enough to say no when someone asks if you can swim around in toxic filth, jump
off a cliff, or put on some strange gauntlets and become some kind of silver
goop.”
Lora chuckled.
“Oh, you quit it. Cindy said that I’m too
passive and agreeable. I could see it a little, but her advice was that if my
conscience says that saying no feels right than I should say no. Before that, I
just pushed it aside and tried to please whoever was requesting my help.”
Tench frowned.
“I’m sorry, Lora, I don’t see your point. All
I can figure is that Sarra enjoyed your time for all the wrong reasons.”
Lora swept herself in front of Tench and
stopped him.
“Oh, she did, but… Andy, my conscience said no
to being a Pink Lemon because I’m afraid that I might hurt someone, or get hurt
myself.” Lora rubbed her arm where her gash used to be.
“The problem is that a lot, a lot of people
have relied on EnWol to run out and save the day, to be an idol, and now Sarra
and I are next. I don’t want to let them down by screwing up.”
Lora started walking again.
“My first day opened my eyes to how heroes
really operate. Violence, cruelty for selfish reasons, I was kicked in the stomach
repeatedly.”
Tench’s eyes widened.
“Really? Wow!”
Lora nodded.
“Yeah, it wasn’t fun.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Yeah. Being a hero is grittier than I could
have ever imagined, Andy. My first day’s opinions… well, I don’t know…”
Lora’s hand shielded the side of her face opposite
Tench, as if she did not want to be seen.
Tench shrugged.
“Well, you know, Lora, not all heroes and
villains reflect the reality in The Little Squirts. Do you believe everything
that this rubber Cindy says about you?”
Lora rubbed Tench’s arm.
“She’s a good friend to laugh and shop with,
but, well, she’s a little challenged sometimes.”
“A little dumb?” Tench asked.
Lora made a noise of disapproval.
“That’s okay, not everyone can be Juno
Osbourne. Listen, it sounds like she means well, but frankly, this is your
decision, Lora. If you’re worried about hurting people and letting your fans
down on the first day, I would stick with it, see if it gets better. If you’re
still here a month, a year, two, three years and you still feel like that then
hey, by all means, quit. Take the gauntlets and leave them in a park, someone
will find them, and become the next Pink Lemon, or Dazzling Blaze, or whatever
they want to be called. Give it some time, okay?”
Lora smiled.
“Okay.” She held up her hand. “I think that I
need some more practice with my powers.”
Tench laughed.
“Yeah a little bit. I could tell that you were
on the ball with your reflexes, but your ice was a little wild. Here, come here.”
Tench
walked over to the waterfall. He sat at a ledge and twirled his finger over the
still water. He glanced at Lora.
“Copy me.”
Tench dipped his fingertip in the water and
swished it around. Lora copied him. They made a frozen base that sunk to the
bottom. The two added to the base and molded a thorn that broke the surface and
curved in on itself. It was held steady by the base. Lora’s fell forward.
“Oh! Oh no!” Lora held it straight up and
tried to balance it.
“Let it go, it’s alright.” Tench said. Lora
ignored him and supported the base with some new ice. It tipped to the side,
but it remained stable. She looked at him and chuckled nervously. Tench nodded
with approval.
“That’s pretty good; much better than some
guys that could do that since they were born.”
Lora tried to stabilize the tilted sculpture.
“Oh really? That’s cool.”
Tench cut his hand through the air.
“Slick.”
Lora giggled.
Tench rubbed Lora’s shoulder and looked at the
twin ice hooks.
“Lora, listen. Do you need practice with the
ice? No, I don’t think so. That’s bullcrap. Are you brave, yes, I would say so.
I was impressed with your wanting to defend your sister, but it’s good to
remember that she can no longer get hurt. Most EnWol have to have that driven
into their heads.” Tench said.
Lora
looked at him.
“Well,
I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. Even after I escaped the vortex, I
flew right back in to save both you and Sarra.”
Tench
whistled.
“Really?
I’m impressed. That took guts.” Tench patted Lora’s back.
Lora
started to laugh.
“Aw,
thank you.” Lora said.
Tench
nodded.
“That’s
a really good quality, Lora. Facing the odds when they are against you and
persisting anyway. It’s just the kind of person you are. You persist because
it’s the right thing to do, and I think that’s very heroic.”
Lora
smiled and felt her delight grow. Her fear washed away with the realization,
and Lora felt the world tumble from her shoulders. She
held her cheeks and giggled.
Tench
laughed.
“Hey,
I’m glad that you liked that. For every good, there’s a bad though, and I want
to look at some first day jitters that you had...”
Lora
nodded.
“Go
right ahead.”
Tench
blew air from puffed cheeks.
“I
noticed that you had a little bit of hesitation. This is bad, Lora, a small
delay can kill you. That’s it. This happened when Clive showed up, when Sarra
was interrogating that one innocent, and, although I can barely blame you for
it, you’re passing out at Clive turning into a nightmare.
I
can see that you’re a passive person. Yes, it’s apparent that you took
self-defense courses, but I’m afraid that you might not fight back for fear of
hurting the assailant.”
Lora
sighed.
“I….
I’m trying not to worry about it.”
Tench
nodded.
“Well,
if you do fight, why not use your passive nature instead of trying to run?
Instead of trading blows, why not sneak in some attacks while defending
yourself?”
Lora
smiled.
“I
was trained by my sempai to defend myself over attacking. That’s what we paid
for.”
Tench
shrugged.
“Hey,
it’s different now, Lora. Florence wanted equality between metas and humans and
taking some self-defense classes did it. We’ll see if you can be shown how to
be offensive. Defending yourself all the time though, that’s the polar opposite
of what Sarra would do. You saw her with Clive.”
Lora
frowned.
“Yeah,
poor Sarra. I’ve never seen her panic like that before.”
Tench
curled his lip and shook his head.
“I
don’t know about Sarra. After what Florence told us about how she reacted to
orders, I have a suspicion that she might go rogue. I think that we both know
what a rogue EnWol can do as of today.”
Lora
nodded.
“Oh
boy, no doubt. I don’t think that Sarra would do that kind of thing though.
She’s very particular in her ways.”
Tench
sneered.
“I
don’t know. I have a bad feeling about her, Pink.
Anyway,
I want to make another point about your first day, and it regards your flying.
Using your ice gives you a better degree of control when out of control. I’m
not sure if you’re immune to the cold like I am, but when I’m flying and I lose
it like you did, I create a huge slide.”
Tench made a dramatic U shape with his arm and
a wide candy cane like shape that was made of ice appeared over the water.
Tench took a hold of it before it sunk and showed it to Lora. She proceeded to
run her fingers across the inside rim. She giggled.
“Ooo, that’s fun.”
Tench nodded.
“Yeah, during peace time they are. These take
a lot of practice to create and they have saved my life more times than I can
count out on the field. I shoot a burst of ice at a surface at an angle, and
bring the slippery side to me. This way, if it doesn’t break first, I fly off
into another direction where I can have the opportunity to regain control.
Just
don’t overdo it. I’ve passed out maybe once or twice from blowing out too much
ice. You can’t regain control when you feel like you’ve blown too much air into
a bunch of balloons.”
Lora smiled and looked at the small-scale
slide with more interest.
“Man, Andy, you know a lot about this stuff.”
Tench chuckled.
“Not really, the ice powered EnWol can run
rings around me. These are just some tricks that I learned.”
Lora held his shoulder.
“Yes you do know a lot about having ice powers.
More than I do, anyway. These are really wonderful ideas and I really think
that you should get them out there.”
Tench shook his head.
“They’re just little things.”
Lora grabbed his chin and looked at him with a
hopeful smile. His face went slack and his heart beat faster.
“Can you show me then, please? My ice cream man?”
Tench’s grin grew wide. He shook his head.
“Sure Pink Sugar. Where do you want to start?”
To be continued…
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