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	I stared at May all through lunch that day.. She was so... Well, the 
only way to describe her was... Hot! She was the most beautiful person I had 
ever met... Except for Misty, but she'd broken up with me a while ago after 
we got in a fight. She still traveled with us, though. 'I should make my move 
soon....' I thought to myself. '... Before she gets taken by another guy. 
But... How?' I thought for a minute, then decided to ask for help. I finally 
decided that Brock was my only hope. After lunch, I tapped Brock's shoulder. 
"Uh... Hey Brock, can I talk to you alone for a minute?"  I asked. "Sure, 
Ash." He got up and led me into his tent. "What is it?" he inquired. "I... 
Uh..." I stuttered and blushed. "I like May, a lot!" I blurted out. "Do you 
have any tips for me?" 
	Suddenly we heard a voice from the doorway. "I don't think Brock will 
be much help to you, Ash!" Misty was rolling her eyes. Her face was laughing, 
but I could tell by the way her eyes were that she was hurt. I decided to 
think nothing of it. "I'll be your llllllloovvvvve tutor," she said, dragging 
out the 'love'. I snorted, trying to suppress a laugh, but then decided it 
was a good idea. "Alright," I said, "When will we start, Madame Waterflower?" 
She chuckled. "Over in your tent. It's the farthest away from May's."
	That night, around 7, while May was getting ready to hit the hay, Misty 
and I met in my tent. "So Ash, you like May, do you?" Misty matter-of-factly 
asked. "Uh... Yeah." I said, blushing slightly. Pikachu ran into the tent, a 
big grin on its face. "Pika pi, pikachu pika pi pika chu! (Ha ha, Ash, I knew 
you liked May!)," the mouse squeaked. I blushed a little harder and looked 
down. "Come on, Pikachu, if you want you can help me with this... Didn't you 
mate with a Raichu a while ago*? Now it was Pikachu's turn to blush, but 
Pikachus blush a little different... See, because they already have dark red 
cheeks, when they blush, little bits of electricity burst out, not enough to 
do anything but a static shock. "Ow! Pikachu!" I scolded. "Anyway," I said, 
turning to Misty, "Whats my first lesson?" "That'd be asking her out," she 
replied. All that night she taught me some effective pick-up lines and how to 
ask a girl out. We practiced with eachother. It felt... Right. Like I was 
doing something wrong before.
	The next night, we discussed and practiced date manners. Once again, it 
felt right. I was getting more and more sure that I had been doing something 
wrong.
	After that night, I started getting an odd feeling in my stomach when 
we practiced short good-bye hugs. A rather embarrasing thing happened that I 
thank god Misty didn't notice... You can probably figure it out yourself ~.^  
I had trouble getting to sleep that night. That feeling was getting stronger.
	The second-to-last night of 'class' was the second-to-best. Our almost 
final lesson was... Kissing. That's right, Kissing. Frenching. First Base. 
Whatever you want to call it, the night's lesson was making out. I walked in 
the tent as usual, not knowing the amazing time I was about to have. "Ash, 
this is almost your last lesson," she said. "It's a... Very special one. The 
lesson is..." She blushed heavily. "Kissing." I stared at her in amazement. 
Was she serious? "Ash... Are you OK?" she asked. I noticed that my face was 
glowing redder than fire, so I looked away quickly. "Uh - Yeah, i'm fine, 
Mist." I blushed even harder. "Um... Ready to - uh - practice?" I stuttered. 
Misty's face turned hotter than a Charizard's fireblast. "Sure," she said. We 
brought our heads together, caressing each other's heads, our tounges dancing 
more powerfully than a thousand Ludicolo. I pulled away first. "H-how w-was 
that?" I asked. "Excellent!" Misty exclaimed**. 



* From my other fic, 'Broken Bonds'.
** An NC-17 fic describing the last class, coming soon.