" Psy?" inquired the psyduck, clutching both sides of his head as his head ache suddenly got worse at the mere thought of having to remember something...new."Oh that's just too funny!" laughed Miranda, "But don't kappas have no top to their heads, and if the water leaks out they die?" Something like that," chuckled Misty, scratching her pokemon on the head to make sure it was firmly attached, "But also some people call golducks 'kappas'. Maybe it'll be a lucky name for him." You just want him to. After two glass of juices, I asked her, “What happened dear?”Suddenly she started crying. I thought that she had been alone for quite some years and therefore this was obvious.She said, “I need to relax (with a partner). And I realized on that day you are quite ok with me.”I was happy hearing her words and held her hands in a gesture to calm her. Then we went to her house.That was a quite a big building. She told me to sit on the sofa and she went for changing her clothes.When she came back,. ”“Good.”“What about somewhere quieter right now?”“Huh?” I ask, sheepishly.“The bedrooms upstairs are surprisingly soundproof, and I know at least one of the guys is at his girl’s place tonight.”“Oh,” I say, trying to arrest the widening of my eyes before my dopey appearance eradicates the appeal I seem to be otherwise exuding. With an unfamiliar smile whose charm I can feel on my face, I say “Yeah. I’d like that.”She stands up again, pulls me to my feet, and leads me toward the stairs. They’re. The room was just as dimly lit, if not even dimmer, than the hallway she’d just left. Missy tried to look around and take everything in, but failed, and in her frenzied searching her gaze was able to discern nothing in the gloom. Her eyes adjusted just enough to see that she was being led to a table in what she assumed was the center of the room. The two men picked her up and set her down on the surface, which she found was soft black felt. The men were efficient, they went.