Packed, awake and ready, everyone left the hotel together and headed down the Road to Little Root Town. Misty walked at the front of the pack, with Ash on her shoulder. He’d carefully grab Misty’s ponytail and crawl across it to her ear as they walked and whisper sweet things into her ear. Some of the things he said made Misty giggle madly, while others made her turn bright red. One comment Ash made Misty stop in her tracks. She plucked him off her ear and looked down at her pint sized love muffin.

“One romantic dinner and you think I’ll do that with you? A lady has to keep some of her dignity. You’ll have to do a lot more then just take me out for one dinner to get me to do something that raunchy with you,” Misty said half seriously. Ash had suggested they forget about going to Little Root, find a closest hotel or private area and do…well, lets just say it involved a maid custom, a lot of lubricant, straws and turkey baster.

“So, one more date and you’ll do it?” Ash asked jokingly. He had only made the suggestion to do that unspeakable act to Misty because it seemed funny. He’d been trying to think up new ideas to brighten up their sex life. It wasn’t getting stale in any way, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t explore some new ideas. With Misty being a literal playground for Ash, the kinky things he could do to her were nearly endless. Even still, his last idea had been a little out there, but he was just fooling around.

Misty kept a strait face for another second, before a wide saucy grin formed on her face. “Make it two dates and I’ll but the maid custom. I think I saw one in this catalog my sisters read that is crotchless.”

“Uhhuuhu,” Ash said through several gurgles. He was getting sensory overload at the image in his head of Misty decked out in a crotchless maid custom. Ash felt himself heat up as every inch of him turned red from the vivid imagines playing out in his head. When he had started suggesting perverted ideas to Misty, he’d thought his ideas couldn’t be more abnormal. He wasn’t the only one with new ideas to take their already incomparable sex life into hyperdrive. Misty had been lusting after Ash for quite some time and during those periods of fantasy, she had come up with some pretty extreme ideas. Ash’s idea was a good one, but the one Misty had that involved Ash putting on a mini scuba suit, covering himself in KY jelly and then crawling into a plastic egg, had so many more applications. She’d give him an A for his creativity, but he wasn’t going to beat her when it came to creating bizarre activities they could do in private.

“Look at Ash, he looks like tomato,” Casey commented to Brad.

“I’d say he looks like a clown's nose,” Brad commented mildly. A pair of tiny arms wrapped around the former baseball stars naked waist and a lovely female head rested on his shoulder.

“You’re both wrong, he looks like a toy fire truck. Trust me, I know red,” Jessie said then rubbed her long mane of crimson hair against Brad’s cheek. Feeling happy, Brad held Jessie’s hands against his hard abs, reveling in the feeling of having a woman his size rub up against his back. Casey snorted with disgust at the sight happening on her own shoulder.

When they had left the hotel, Casey had been about to put both Jessie and James into the front of her panties for the long trip. She didn’t get her fly halfway down before Jessie started crying for Brad’s help. Casey had tried to explain that it was for their own safety. Her bag was tight and cramped; they could suffocate in there. Brad wasn’t buying it, he knew that they wouldn’t be getting any more room in Casey’s panties then they would in her backpack. Hell, it would probably be worse. An argument had almost broke out between Casey and Brad over where to put Jessie, but before a harsh word could be spoken, Casey relented and allowed Brad to keep Jessie wherever he wanted. Much to Casey’s disgust, Brad had told Casey that he’d like Jessie to sit with him on her shoulder. When Casey had asked where James she go, he had shrugged and said he didn’t care. Jessie, who was too busy nuzzling with Brad to care what happened to her so-called sidekick, reiterated the feeling. Even James didn’t care where James went. The only thing he feared about being in Casey’s panties was being in there with Jessie. Apparently, the peril of being crushed against Casey’s young, but hungry cunt was less frightening then spending it with an irritated Jessie. To instill such fear in someone that was your same size would of impressed Casey, if not for her being blinded by her hate for the redhead.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, shrinkee woman. Can’t you see that me and my friend we’re having a conversation,” Casey told Jessie through gritted teeth. Jessie was really getting on her nerves and she was regretting more every minute saving Jessie from being Misty’s late night snack. The red haired bitch was getting so cozy with Brad. She’s catch Jessie touching him lightly, talking, or just enjoying his company. If Casey didn’t know any better she’d swear Brad liked her for something more then sex.

“I’m only giving my opinion, no reason to freak out.” Jessie still feared Casey, but seeing Brad stand up to her had given Jessie the confidence to do so too. She wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over her.

“Yah, well, your opinion doesn’t matter, shrinkee woman. The only reason you’re here is to fuck Brad and I don’t see you doing anything. Why not blow him? At least then we wont have to listen to your big mouth.”

“Excuse me,” a scandalized Jessie said. She pulled herself off Brad and stood up, keeping incredible balance on Casey’s uneven shoulder. “I’m giving Brad something better then sexual relief, a decent conversation. Something you can never give him with your childish jokes and vulgar humor. He would rather talk to me right now then go down on him.”

Brad opened his mouth to speak and refute the last thing Jessie had said, but stopped when he saw he was no longer the center of this conversation. The girls were getting into a war of words, which was a war Brad always lost. He’d support Casey in any argument, but for now he’d keep quiet. Let the girls wear themselves out calling each other bitches and sluts and then put an end to it. This fight was between these two, not him and good luck to anyone that got in their firing range.

“Is it not a beautiful day? Don’t you girls just love the sun, warmth and happiness these lazy summer days bring?” Jessie and Casey’s heads snapped towards Daisy, whose bright outlook didn’t go well with their current states of mind.

“Buzz off, you bleeding heart shrinkee lover!”

“Mind your own bees wax, you big boobed birdbrained twerp!”

Squeaking at hearing herself yelled at, Daisy backed away from the girl and female shrinkee. Both girls glared at her for another moment, mutually disliking the happy woman. The silence between them didn’t last long.

“My humor’s not crude, you bonafide douche.”

“Someone your age who knows what a douche is has got have something wrong with her.”

“This coming from someone that screams the same stupid thing when they get blown up.”

Brad sighed. Those two weren’t slowing down, if anything the insults only came quicker and more viscously after another. It was going to be a long walk to Little Root Town.