Casey and Brad’s room was right beside Misty and Ash’s own. The only thing separating the two rooms was a thin wall that blocked out only a little noise. Normally, all that can be heard is whispers and soft thuds; however, Casey and Brad had their ears pressed up against the wall, so they could hear practically everything.

“I think Misty’s is finally letting Ash go spelunking,” Casey speculated. They had been listening since they heard the first thud when Misty and Ash started their Persian and Ratatta game. Since then, they have had their ears glued to the wall, listening to what the rowdy couple was doing.

“Good for her. I was worried when she won she’d make him do something stupid and boring, like paint her nails or clean,” Brad said. Casey looked at her tiny friend and nodded. She had been worried about Misty love life since the red head had started going crazy about protecting Ash. She could understand the other girls worry. It was a big world and shrinkees often didn’t live long. But if Ash wanted to live a sheltered life then he could of stayed with his mother. If life was so short for shrinkees, why not let the little guys live it up a little? That got Casey thinking about her own tiny friend.

“Hey Brad, do you ever get lonely?” Brad looked up at Casey and smiled at her goofily.

“I was until you came, but with you around I always remember my good old days as a person. I got your B.O. and big butt to constantly jog my memory.” Brad chuckled and Casey rolled his eyes at his juvenile behavior. That kind of talk was her department; only she got the right to talk about body odors and big cabooses.

“Not that kind of lonely, dumdum. I mean the kind of lonely you get when you don’t get to fuck someone for a long time,” Casey said sharply.

Brad winced at Casey’s words. “Where did you learn to swear like that? You’re hurting my virgin ears.”

“Quiet you. I think after having all my holes stuffed with naked men, I’m entitled to swear a little. And by the way, don’t pretend you’re a virgin. I think that lipstick I once saw on your jockstrap excludes you from claiming to be from the celibate life style. So, you going to answer my question or will I have to remind you of the old days further by introducing your face to my arm pit?” Casey raised her arm and pointed towards the dark and foreboding place. Even though he knew Casey was only kidding, he couldn’t help but shudder at the idea of being trapped there. Raising his hands in defeat, he relented and answered Casey’s question.

“I guess I do get lonely from time to time. Before I shrunk, sex was something I had nearly every day, sometimes more then once. Since shrinking, my greatest concern has been surviving. Avoiding all the hunger ladies has become a second nature to me. It’s kinda hard to get back into the game when a blow job ends with you getting digested.”

Brad scratched the back of his head nervously. He’d always been a stud back in the old Electabuzz days, having every girl he wanted with nothing more then a smile. He wasn’t proud of some of the things he did, a lot of girls were treated like princess by him one minute, then discarded like toilet paper the next. Brad didn’t miss the irony that he was now living a life where he was treated like an object to be discarded. He had been known as the man of many women and often the other players would take bets on who’d he sleep with next. What he was most ashamed about was that their was also a pool on when he’d sleep with Casey. Most of the bets were placed that he’d do it the moment she became legal, while others said he’d bang her in secret sooner. He’d known about the reprehensible pool and had even placed a dollar in it himself. The Brad he’d been back then was a real jerk.

“Brad, now that you don’t have to worry about becoming an entrée, what with me being around to protect you, are you going to start getting your grove on again?” Brad sighed, and shook his head. If it was only something that he could decide.

“That’s an option for me. For one, what kind of girl would date a shrinkee, excluding that crazy red head next? No one would want to date a former baseball star that could be eaten by a Sparrow.” Brad looked downtrodden and Casey felt rotten for making him feel that way. If she hadn’t brought up Brad’s sex life they wouldn’t be having this conversation.

“Aw Brad, I’m sorry for bringing this up.”

“It’s okay, Casey,” Brad said with his roughish, never-die-never-quit smile. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a hot, blond haired girl that worshipped me back in the old days and is willing to put up with my antics.”

“Would you settle for a young, purple haired girl that still worships you and is willing to put out?” Casey half-joked. She saw Brad like a brother, but she’d stop thinking about him as a sibling in a second if he decided to get it on with her. Casey always wondered what having a gentle relationship with a shrinkee was like. She knew that Misty got more pleasure out of Ash then she did with any other shrinkee and Casey had to wonder if it would be the same with Brad. She had no over powering urge to find out, but like I said before, if he asked, she’d answer.

“Thanks Casey, but your not the kind of girl I see fooling around with. The last thing I want is to ruin one of my best friendships, just to get some action.” Casey nodded, not at all hurt by Brad turning her down. She honestly didn’t see their friendship being hurt by a little fun, but if Brad felt it would damage what they had then she wouldn’t argue.

“Don’t worry, Brad, you’ll find a girl. Trust me.”

“Maybe, Casey. Maybe,” Brad said, then returned to listening to what was happening in the other room. From the sound of it, Misty was either really getting off or had a chicken bone stuck in her throat.