" "Don't sweat it, Ranma. I plan on getting ahold of Shampoo or maybe her Great Grandmother. Besides, if this goes bad you can ride to the rescue at t...e last minute, per usual." Akane tried to identify the sounds that followed. What? They couldn't be! They wouldn't! It sounded like some heavy liplock going on! "Well, since you two are getting along so well, maybe I should..." Akane heard her father's voice trail off. "Well, yes, a martial artist has to exercise patience. Heh heh." "Take care,. ”“Better…now let’s go see what shithead’s up to.”Shithead, me, had come out of the dressing room holding the big butt plug in his hand. It was clear what it was, and where it had been. The clerk recoiled, her fact scrunched up in disgust.“Thank you for letting me used the room, now I need some underwear for my boyfriend.”The clerk didn’t know whether to laugh or call 911. “Your boyfriend? Do you know what size he wears?”I hasn’t expected that question, and fumbled an answer. “He’s about my. This is what I offer in exchange for a life with you.” His eye caught something on her left forearm that he’d thought that he’d seen earlier in the restautrant and something different a little higher up that went to her shoulder and disappeared. She saw his glance and she nodded, “Something that my last patron had done to me. The dark pattern on my lower arm is new and is only just finishing its healing. I had it done to ruin the message of the other one.” She turned around and Kerry gasped.. Anya and her grandmother were waiting at the exit of the bathhouse, well prepared for the unusually large influx of men into the park. They had developed plans to change reality so that this crowd of unsuspecting males would see nothing unusual about their current forms and have no memory of anything unusual had happened that day. As the door opened and the first group of Secret Service agents emerged form the bathhouse, grandmother started the canned speech she had used thousands of times over.