If I were Paul, I wouldn’t want to witness that either. Then again, he might learn something.“I vote we either go to your cabin or turn back to my...place,” I suggested.“I vote I take you two to school so I don’t have to explain this to your moms,” Paul said.At the ripe old age of 23, he’d officially become a curmudgeon.We both rolled our eyes at him as he took us to school. That didn’t mean we couldn’t make him uncomfortable by making out in the back seat. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of this. “I am rarely so drawn in, but you make me crazy,” he admitted.“Here you go, folks,” came a voice from behind them, shocking them back to reality. The waiter placed the feast on their table. He placed the wine glasses on the table and filled them for the guests. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked.“No, this looks perfect,” Angel purred. “It all looks so delicious!”“Well, you heard the boss,” Daddy chuckled. “We are good, thank you, sir.”“Very well, enjoy,” the waiter said, turning and. "Whoa! Hey, Misty!" called Miranda, skidding her dark blue mountain bike to a halt, "Check it out." What-?" she inquired, pulling up beside her friend and looking to the right. "Oh my-! Is that what I think it is?"Miranda nodded. "The Vermillion Gym," she said, speaking the words almost solemnly and glancing back at Misty meaningfully, "You said you might want to challenge the league one day." I know," replied Misty, taking a deep breath and glancing at the sky, "But it's getting a bit late,. The next thing I know, I shot out this gooey white stuff, for what seemed like an eternity. I was covered in the stuff and thought I was gonna drown. Honest!! Afterwards, my master cleaned me up and I settled down. What followed was more intense beating and goo spraying for the years that followed.My first experience was when my master was 19. My master was invited to some sort of a freaky dance party where everyone drinks and freaks out to music. Anyway to cut the long story short, my.