It was good to be alive, she thought. It was good to have slept well, to awake refreshed, despite the tormenting feelings she'd fallen asleep with; bu... her dreams had cleansed her, she thought thankfully. Now, in the warmth of the sun and the cheerful light of day they seemed ridiculous, those guilty feelings last night. In fact, she realized with a grin, she felt much better for having satisfied herself.She got up and slipped on a sundress that was discreet yet managed to set off the delicious. She sighed again and walked down the steps toward the baths. The Pokécenter’s bathroom was tiled and nice, with shower stalls and fresh towels ready for any trainer that came along. Misty set her clothes on the bench and walked carefully to the shower stall. The tile was cool under her feet, so she hopped more than anything. She stepped into the shower and threw the hot water on. When she felt in run over her skin she smiled. She loved the water and everything in it, everything except Psyduck.. I patted his shoulder and asked: "Missy, give me a pick!"The pick came immediately. I could not help myself, saying to myself,this is for not telling me your secret all these years. I rammed the pickhome into the curler and, unfortunately, into Jim's scalp. I hope hedoesn't cry. He didn't, though he did give a little sissy yelp.His eyes were firmly fixed on the mirror in front of him. I had thoughtabout turning him so he could not see what was happening to him. Butdecided that it was better. And I also didn't know you like her that way" I said."Well. Initially I didn't. But she is very curious about sex and she is so innocent and inexperienced that I feel the need to teach her everything. She reminds me of myself two months ago," she said with a ch!ldlike smile. "Ok. Keep up the good work then. Let me know if you need some help" I said, pleased by my beautiful but crazy s!ster. * * *That night, I called the number I had written down from our internet search. "Hello?" the voice of a.