“Don’t leave me again!” Casey’s fingers curled around Brad’s body, pinning his arms to his sides and tightly holding onto him. Brad took long hard breaths as he felt his chest being compressed by Casey’s strong hand. Casey wasn’t aware of how tight she was holding him, the only thing she cared about was keeping him as close to her as possible. She wanted him glued to her twenty-four seven. Every hour of every day, for as long as she lived. For years, she’d held her emotions at bay, keeping them locked away in fear of seeming uncool. She had seen how laid-back the Electabuzzs had been, so she had tried to imitate that attitude. Now, it was all coming out, her childhood fears and insecurities were back with a vengeance and she could barely hold herself together. It was like she was evolving into another person.

In her hand, Brad was visibly shaken from seeing Casey crying for no reason he could think of. All they had been doing was messing around and here she was, blubbering like never before. He’d seen her cry at the hotel when he told her he hated her, but that had been a drizzle, this was a storm. Brad racked his mind trying to figure out what was making Casey cry like this. She was obviously not hurt because the kind of tears she was shedding only occurred during immense pain and involved screaming. No, the pain Casey was in wasn’t physical, so it must be emotional. From experience, he knew that when women got like this, there was only one reason, men. So, he came to the most probable conclusion.

“Casey, whatever I did to make you upset, I’m sorry!”

Casey stopped crying and blinked twice at Brad. Did he think that he had upset her? He looked up at her, pleading with her to forgive him for whatever indiscretion he had done and Casey just looked down at him in astonishment. She creased her brow and slowly started to smile. It was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes because the tears were still coming.

After all the shrinkees she’d eaten and all the horrible things she’d done to anyone that got in her way, why had God blessed her with such a friend like Brad? Maybe someone she ate was going to be the next Hitler and she saved countless lives? Whether it was heavenly intervention or happenstance that brought Brad back to her, she was grateful for this second chance with Brad. She would no longer even ponder what she had been planning to do to him or how easily it would be. It was time to stop worrying about what might have been and what was. Sure, she had thought of doing some evil to Brad and had come damn close several times, but she hadn’t. She fought her inner demons and knocked them out of the park. Casey: 1, Demons: a big fat zero.

“Shut up, you doofus. Ya didn’t do nothing wrong, so shut your trap.”

“huh?” Brad mumbled, wondering what was happening. Had he blanked out during the punch line or something.

Casey rubbed her wrist under her nose, wiping away all the mucus that had been coming out while she was crying. She looked her wriest, which was covered in green, slimy snot. A twisted idea popped into Casey’s head. She brought her wrist to Brad’s head and before he could protest, she rubbed his face against his whole. She pulled her hand back to give Brad time to gag and spit out her snot. The she started rubbing the rest of her snot down the rest of his body. She got under his arms and over his chest and when there was only a tiny booger left, she placed it square on his crotch.

“Jeezes Casey, that’s gross even for you!” Brad cried out as he tried to get the green glop out of his eyes. God, he could feel it in his ears!

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. Besides, now you’re lubricated for when I send you for a tour of my colon. I couldn’t of left you dry, you would of gotten rug burns.”

Brad looked up at Casey angrily, so they were back at that game again, good. He could handle, perverted, joking Casey, but crying, whimpering Casey gave him the creeps. It was like seeing Casey’s evil twin, or Brad guessed, her good twin.

“Wouldn’t I get rug burns if you shoved me up your twat? Am I your dildo now, milady?” Brad made himself sound courteous and polite, as he asked Casey if he was going to be plunged into her crotch like a cucumber.

“You think that you deserve to be my dildo? No way. You got to work your way up for that position. As of this moment, you are a butt plug and nothing more. You got me.”

“Bah, I didn’t even want to be your dildo. You probably haven’t even grown a ‘rug’ down there for me to get burned on.” Casey looked at him with a mix of mock anger and the real kind. She wasn’t seriously angry at Brad, but he should of known better then to call her too young to grow any hair down there. She was a woman, with needs and hair in places that the sun didn’t shine. Why, just last week, she had to trim her butt of hairs. Now if that didn’t mean she was a woman, then nothing did.

“Why you little punk, I do too have hair down there. Here, let me show you.” Casey started to pull up her shirt to pull down her pants, but stopped at the last second. She locked eyes with Brad and they stared at one another for a moment. Then they broke into laughter. It took them ten minutes to collect themselves and head back to camp.

“I hope Ash and misty are done with the cute nicknames. It makes me sick seeing a couple use cutesy pet names. Right doofus?” Casey asked Brad as they neared the campfire. They could see the red glow from where they were and were so close that they could smell the smores. Misty better of left them some or it was go time.

“Yah, I agree with you kid, stupid couples and their pet names.” Casey nodded and they joined everyone else.