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Trials and Tribulations: Chapter 6: Forgiveness and Revenge
Hey there, all you readers! Well, to keep things short, Ash and company arrive in Pallet Town! Which… you already know…. Well, then, enough talk, on to the story!
“Mom!” Ash Ketchum cried out running towards her, a huge smile on his face.
“Ash!” Delia Ketchum said in equal enthusiasm, a grin larger than the one on her son’s face plastered on her’s, and hugged her son.
Ash and his friends had just arrived in the small village of Pallet Town, specifically at Ash’s house for a little rest and relaxation. The group of course was Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu and Togepi.
“Oh, Ash I’ve missed you, so much!” Mrs. Ketchum continued, still hugging Ash.
“Mom… you’re embarrassing me in front of my friends,” Ash said jokingly, realizing the company behind him.
She let go of him and held him out in front of her. He now stood a few inches taller than her. Mrs. Ketchum was beautiful woman barely in her 40’s but looked ten years younger. She had dark brown hair, and blue eyes. She was dressed in a simple blue dress, with a matching shawl around her shoulders.
“Uh, Mom, I want you to meet Jessie, James and Meowth,” Ash said pointing at them at each of them, respectively. “You already know Misty and Brock.”
“How are you, ma’am?” Jessie said, nodding her head in acknowledgment.
“Good afternoon Mrs. Ketchum,” James also said, holding out a rose for her, his most dazzling smile on his girlishly handsome face. Ash’s mom accepted it with a smile on her face, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.
“Hello,” Meowth said, bowing slightly. Mrs. Ketchum stood back in surprise.
“A talking Meowth? Then that means…” she said, clutching at her purse a little tighter.
“No, no, no ! They aren’t Team Rocket anymore! They quit!” Ash said quickly.
“Well…” Mrs. Ketchum frowned, then smiled again. “ If Ash trusts you, I trust you!”
The former Rockets all smiled, happy to be accepted.
“Well, come in all of you!” Mrs. Ketchum beckoned for them to go inside the house. As Brock and Misty passed by, she hugged them in greeting.
Ash’s home was a cozy little two-story house. It had a fairly large living room with a thirty-two inch TV a sofa a love-seat, a rocking chair and a Laz-y Boy. Next to the living room was the kitchen. It was equipped with the basics like a large refrigerator, stove, microwave and such. Adjoining the living room was the dining room, and the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms.
“Ok, guys, you will have to decide the sleeping arrangements between yourselves. I was on my way out for the evening, so make sure nothing happens!” Mrs. Ketchum said cheerily.
“Big date, huh, Mom?” Ash asked, nudging her gently. Mrs. Ketchum blushed.
“Yup!” she giggled.
Ash cracked a huge grin. “Alright, Mom! Have fun!”
Ash’s mom nodded her head, and headed for the door. “Don’t stay up for me, ok?” she said, as she left. Ash started to laugh at that.
“Buy, guys!” she called back as she left.
Ash wandered back into the living room. “Wow, my Mom’s on a date! It’s about time!”
This got the attention of Jessie, Misty, Meowth, and Pikachu who were in the living room watching the TV.
“What do you mean, it’s ‘About time’, Ash?” Misty asked him.
Ash sat down in the La-Z Boy and pushed out the leg rest. “ Well, it’s just been a long time, you know? Ever since my father left, my mother hasn’t had much of a romantic life. She should find someone to be happy with, that’s all.”
“Well, that’s just plain sweet of you, twerp,” Jessie replied. “Now pipe down. Zoe is about to proclaim her undying love to Lawson.”
“But if you know what’s going to happen, why are you asking me to pipe down?” Ash asked bewildered.
“Cause you don’t want to get hurt!” the two ladies cried out, bashing his head down with a mallet and a paper fan.
“Point taken…” Ash mumbled, trying to rid himself of the stars he was seeing. He shook it off, and managed to stumble his way to the kitchen. Brock and James were there already, Brock fixing up dinner and James eating a donut.
“Oh, hey Ash!” Brock said noticing him. He had on his frilly pink apron he usually wore while cleaning and cooking.
“Sup, Brock, James,” Ash said. He went to the kitchen and took out a can of soda, and a bottle of ketchup. He walked back to the living room and gave the bottle of ketchup to Pikachu, who barely looked up from the TV screen to get it. Ash left all of them and went to his room.
Ash’s room was nice and cozy. The walls were painted a dazzling shade of sky blue, and the floors had a wood finish. The walls were plain except for a few posters and pictures. The door to his closet held a hat rack and he hung his cap and his red sleeveless jacket on it. He had a large bed, and a three drawer nightstand next to it. Ash took off the belt that contained his pokemon and lay them on the nightstand. He plopped down on the bed and promptly fell asleep.
He awoke a little bit later, to find his side was weighted down. Misty lay by his side, dozing off. Ash looked at her as she slept, gazing in awe at her beauty. Misty stirred soon after, her blue eyes taking him in.
“You know you’re beautiful, right?” Ash said grinning.
“Awe, you say the truest things,” Misty replied grinning, and they started to kiss, softly at first, but then it got more intense, more passionate and heated. They hadn’t kissed like that since the night they first admitted they had feelings for each other. That night, they were willing to go all the way. A situation like that hadn’t presented itself in such a long time.
Until now.
Ash started to kiss down her neck, trailing downwards. Misty closed her eyes and began to moan softly, enjoying the tingling sensation he was giving her. She playfully tackled him and got on top of him, and they started making out again, almost impossibly with more intensity than before, their love and lust for each other, evident in their actions.
Misty practically tore off Ash’s shirt, revealing his lean and muscular torso, and she took hers off too, revealing her sports bra and toned body underneath. As things started to get even hotter, a loud “Ahem” got their attention.
Mrs. Ketchum stood in the doorway, shock written all over her face. “Dinner is ready. I advise you eat now, before it’s all gone.”
They scrambled back into their clothes as fast as they could, faces red. Mrs. Ketchum left them promptly.
“Uh-oh… We are so dead!” Misty wailed, straightening up her shirt.
Ash stayed silent, putting back on his black shirt.
“Uh, Ash?” Misty asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Misty, I think you’re right,” he said simply, not even bothering to turn around.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence, all of them. They ate Brock’s special lasagna rather slowly, the tension thicker than the layers of the dish. Ash and Misty’s heads were bowed, Jessie and James went about in ignorant bliss, Brock was withholding smirks and laughs and the pokemon ( Pikachu, Meowth and Togepi ) were busy having a conversation of their own. Finally, James broke the silence.
“So, great weather we’re having, huh?”
“Yeah, great,” everyone mumbled.
“Cause, I mean it’s just so… good! No rain, no clouds, just heavenly. I wonder if there are any roses blooming yet,” he continued. He looked at Mrs. Ketchum.
“Ash told me you garden. Do you know where I can find somebody who sells roses?” James asked her.
“Uh, there is a gardening shop up the road. I’ll ask Ash to take you there… if he’s not too busy,” Mrs. Ketchum replied, her last few words drenched in sarcasm.
#Well, better get this over with now,# Ash reluctantly thought. He put down his fork and knife.
“Mom, I love her,” he said simply. Mrs. Ketchum dropped her fork.
“Oh, you do, don’t you Ash?” she asked, the sarcasm evident in her tone.
Ash bowed his head almost lower. “I know you might not believe me, but it’s true. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but circumstances just wouldn’t allow it.”
Mrs. Ketchum sighed. “You are to young to know what love is! You like her, yes, attracted to her yes, but love-? You are too young!”
Jessie and James squirmed uncomfortably in their chairs.
Mrs. Ketchum sighed. “I should have seen it coming,” she said, all though she had seen it coming between Ash and Misty.
“Should have seen it coming? With all do respect, Mrs. Ketchum but it was just so obvious!” Brock practically shouted from across the dinner table.
“Brock, now isn’t the time…” Misty warned. To Brock’s credit, he shut up.
Mrs. Ketchum continued. “So when did it happen, huh? When did you two, become a couple?”
“A little while ago,” Ash answered, slowly and softly.
“A little while ago? A LITTLE WHILE AGO! AND YOU ALREADY DECIDE TO HAVE SEX?!” she exploded. By then the rest caught on with what was happening.
“But, Mom,” Ash spluttered out.
“DON’T ‘BUT MOM’ ME, ASH SATOSHI KETCHUM! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF WEIGHT, WHAT KIND OF RESPONSIBILITY THAT COMES ALONG WITH SEX?” she shouted out at him, rising in her chair.
“But, Mom…” Ash pathetically whined.
“Uh… there’s a game on…. Who wants to see it?” Brock quickly said, and stood up with his plate and fork in hand. Quickly the table scattered, leaving only Ash, Misty and Mrs. Ketchum there.
“YOU ARE TO YOUNG TO BE DOING THAT! WHY, OH WHY DO YOU FEEL YOU MUST DO IT? HUH!?! TO GO AROUND LIKE A BUNCH OF GYRADOS IN HEAT!” she continued.
“Well, uh…” Ash tried to say in his defense.
“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT SAYING ‘I LOVE HER’!”
“But it’s because I want to express my love to her,” Ash said, intently and sincerely, looking up. Mrs. Ketchum sat back down and digested her son’s words. After a couple of minutes of tense silence, she spoke again
“Fine. You are old enough to be making your own decisions, and your own choices. If you two want to go about acting like a bunch of Nidoran smack dab in mating season, be my guest,” she said simply.
“Mom, that’s not fair. Anyway, I thought that you’d be happy about me and Misty finally getting together,” Ash sighed, his disappointment at his mother’s words written all over his face and in his voice.
Mrs. Ketchum sighed also. “I’m sorry, too, Ash. I am. I think the world of you and Misty, but it’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry about what you saw, Mrs. Ketchum,” Misty finally spoke up, deciding now would be a good time to put in her two cents.
“Well, just not let it happen again, OK? If you are going to do it, at least lock the door, alright?” Mrs. Ketchum replied.
The two teenagers nodded their heads quickly. Then Ash remembered something. “Heyyyyy…. What about you’re date, huh?” Ash asked. Mrs. Ketchum started to blush furiously. Nothing else was said.
It was the dead of the night, a few hours past midnight, a few hours till sunrise. Ash lay on his bed, Misty under an arm. He was bareback, and she was in one of her t-shirts she slept in. Sheets covered them, hiding Ash’s boxers and Misty’s pajama bottom.
Misty was dead asleep, but Ash still awake, mulling over the events of the day. He was awake ever since Misty had fallen asleep at a few minutes past midnight. He didn’t want to bother her with his problems or his thoughts, and took some comfort in her presence; the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body. It was some comfort and solace, but it wasn’t much.
Ash kept replaying the evening in his mind, his mother going ballistic on him and Misty and what she said. As young and horny as Ash was, he still realized his mother was right.
Ash sighed as he came to the realization. They were a little to young, at least Ash was. Misty was nineteen by now. He was still seventeen. Not only was there the whole cradle-rocking thing going on, it was illegal of what they were doing, or planning to do.
#We have to wait, # Ash thought to himself. He looked down at the angel under his arm. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful asleep. With a sigh, he kissed her forehead, and closed his eyes. Sleep came a lot sooner than expected.
Giovanni was in his private quarters, about to turn in for the night. He was in a large room, the size of a small apartment. The walls were overlaid by oak paneling, the carpet a thick burgundy shag. Light came from four lamps in the corners of the room, all four controlled by the switch on the wall. His bed was positioned in the middle of the far wall, a nightstand with a vid-phone on top. A large Chester drawer and mirror was on the opposite side of the room. His closet was almost opposite of the door.
It looked like your average millionaire playboys penthouse bedroom.
It was anything, but.
The oak paneling hid heat-tempered steel alloy, strong enough to resist most tank fire and acids. It also hid elaborate life support equipment that could sustain five people for up to a week. The closet had a false wall where you could hide and escape from any invasion, and two other secret exits were under the carpet. The Chester drawer also held six pokeballs with pokemon created in the genetic labs of the Team Rocket laboratories. Along with the pokemon, it also held enough weaponry and ammo sufficient for ten people to stave off an attack.
Only two people in Team Rocket knew about the complete specs to Giovanni’s bedroom. One was dead, and the other was her son.
The Boss went over to the bed and awoke the sleeping young woman on it. Her large eyes flung open, and a smile was on her face. She was very attractive and one of the new recruits. Luckily for her, Giovanni had mused, she had three things going for her: She was smart, she was drop-dead gorgeous, and she had no gag reflex.
Unfortunately, Giovanni’s bedroom wasn’t the White House. Agents got promotions the old-fashioned way: they earned them. Giving good head or having the body of a contortionist didn’t get you that far.
“Hey, there, Boss,” she said in a husky whisper, looking up at him. Giovanni gave a cold smirk in reply. Giovanni didn’t really care for her, and if she thought that she was the only one willing to “do a few extra things” for a promotion, she was sadly mistaken, oh so sadly mistaken.
“Get out. I need to sleep,” he said coldly, hoping she would leave in a hurry. The woman, looked shocked, but got up out of the bed.
“But what about…” she started, getting off of his bed, naked. Giovanni noted she had a great body, but he had seen better.
Far better.
“Out. You are beginning to irritate me,” he said in the same cold tone.
She huffed in indignation, and began to pick up her clothes from off the ground. The new recruit hadn’t come with any underwear, so she just put back on her standard uniform: the black micro skirt (most likely modified by her to suit her style) so short if she bent in the wrong way, everyone would know she was going commando, the black halter top that displayed her toned abs, and the Rocket shirt, the red R prominently displayed.
“You, know, you weren’t even so damn good,” she said angrily, totally forgetting who she was talking to. Giovanni’s cold tone gave away to genuine irritation.
“What was that?” he asked her, starting to advance upon her, the annoyance in his voice showing.
She recovered quickly, but not quick enough. “Uh, no, I didn’t mean that! “ she stammered out, brushing a pink strand of hair from her face.
Giovanni wagged a finger in her face. “If there is something I will not tolerate, is someone telling me something so… impossible, so…despicable. You know I was the best lover you ever had!” he shouted at her.
And in truth, he was. But her pride got in the way of her saying so. The new recruit had always been accustomed to people doing what she wanted, especially after when they did what she and Giovanni did.
“Oh… you think so, huh?” she shouted at him, matching his tone with hers. “Well, that is so far from the truth!”
Without missing a beat, Giovanni slapped her across the face hard enough to knock her backwards. As she was momentarily stunned, Giovanni grabbed her by the hair, and threw her on the bed.
“Oh well, tonight, I might just be you’re last lover!” he thundered. She looked at him in surprise, and realized she was never more afraid of anyone else in her whole life.
“Get out of my room, before, security will have to drag you’re lifeless ass out!” he finished through gritted teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching, his face red.
The new recruit was still holding onto her bruised cheek, and her eyes were shimmering with tears. She picked herself off the bed and left.
Giovanni watched her leave and allowed himself to relax. He walked over to his the vid-phone and punched in a few numbers. After two rings, the person he called picked up.
The person n the vid-phone was his right hand man, Michael. He was a handsome man in his early thirties, but he looked ten years younger. He had midnight black hair, that was slicked back, only a stray hair out of place. He had piercing dark blue eyes, that were startlingly intense. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on his muscular body, nor an imperfection on his skin except a scar across the bridge of his nose.
“Goodnight, Giovanni,” he said in his thick Irish accent.
“Hello, Michael. Is everything well?” Giovanni asked him. One of the many duties of Michael’s was to make sure security was tight, and in place.
“Well, yes, except for the fact we are under attack by every Jenny in existence,” Michael replied with a smirk.
Giovanni let loose a chuckle. Michael was one of the few people who could get away with making a joke like that in his presence. Over the five years Michael had been working in Team Rocket, he had been the closest thing to a friend Giovanni had.
“Well, then, since everything is okay, how is our guest Rumika?” Giovanni inquired.
Michael’s displeasure wasn’t hidden over the vid-phone. “Hey, look, Gio, I don’t think that you should go through with this. Just let those kids go.”
Giovanni started to feel anger well up in him. “Michael. No matter if we are friends, you cannot tell me what I can, or cannot do,” Giovanni said, an edge in his voice.
His right hand man sighed. “Gio, I just think that this is wrong…” he started, but was cut off.
“Wrong?” the Boss asked, stifling the urge to grin. “Michael, since when did we do what was right? We are a criminal organization, after all.”
Michael laughed, but then cut back to business. “I know this, but it’s just so wrong. I have a feeling, that’s all. We should leave them alone. I did some checking on their files, and all three of them have had rough lives. Especially the boy. And to bring his fiancé in on this? She’s a sick bitch!”
Giovanni allowed himself the evil smirk. “That’s right. Why else do you think I asked her here? To prance around naked and go twiddle her thumbs?”
Michael laughed again at that. “Well, that would be nice to see, but still. I think those guys have had enough done in their lives, and they deserve to be happy.”
“Michael. They failed me and didn’t have the balls to properly resign. They deserve whatever I give them,” Giovanni hissed.
“But Gio… to hand in their resignation after eighteen or a certain rank is certain death! You know this, I know this… why in the hell do you think they didn’t come here to hand in their resignation. Only I’d be crazy enough to do that!”
Giovanni laughed at his remark. And deep down in his gut, he knew he was right. Michael would do something so crazy, so suicidal like that just to come out and say that he did it.
“Fine, then Michael. I will not have you included in on this. In fact I have a mission for you already. You’ll get it in the morning. Sleep well,” Giovanni said in closing, almost warmly. Of course, he would never admit that.
“No problem, my friend. I shall see you in the morning. Goodnight,” Michael said, giving a slight comical wave.
“Goodnight,” Giovanni replied, and cut the connection. The leader of Team Rocket put the phone back on it’s cradle and then picked it up again. He dialed a number, a number he had only had to dial four times in his ten years as leader of Team Rocket. Only he and a handful of Rockets knew about the number and whom it connected to. And those who did knew that if he had to use them, it was bad.
The person who answered was shrouded in darkness; the only thing that could be seen was the small red R on his all black uniform. It was on the lapels of his shirt, but you couldn’t really tell.
“Yes, sir?” the person asked, his raspy and deep voice making Giovanni cringe. It wasn’t as horrible as that other agent, Butch, but it made a shiver go down the back of Giovanni’s spine.
“Is everything in place?” he asked.
“Yes. One more week and we will have them.”
Giovanni nodded his head. “Good. Oh, and if you can, try to get that damn Pikachu.”
“Right.”
“Giovanni out.”
Giovanni shut the connection, and went to bed. As he closed his eyes, he tried to forget the sound of that voice. Even though he had seen and done many a thing in his time, that voice always managed to give him the creeps.
“Bye, mom! See you later!” Ash called out, as he and his friends were on their way to their next adventure. If they knew what was in store, they would have stayed in the Ketchum house, hidden under their beds and bawled for their lives. As it was, they went around in blissful ignorance.
“By, Ash, everyone! And honey! Don’t forget to change you’re you-know-what!” Mrs. Ketchum called out, as they walked down the road. Ash promptly face-faulted.
“Mom!” Ash whined.
As the Ketchum residence disappeared from site, Ash-tachi decided to stop and decide where to go.
“Well… the next stop is Viridian,” Brock pointed out, consulting his map. Jessie, James and Meowth all sweat-dropped.
“Uh, let’s not go down there, alright? Let’s head down to, uh.. Wakaba!” Jessie said nervously, a fake smile plastered all over her face. Not surprisingly, the other former Rockets all mirrored her smile.
“Oh, geez. You mean to tell me, you guys didn’t hand in you’re resignation’s yet?” Brock asked in exasperation. Ash cocked an eyebrow but kept silent. Misty clutched Togepi and backed up a little at that, too.
“No, no,” James said, noticing their weird actions, and waved his hands. “ We can’t officially resign. It wouldn’t make sense!”
“Why not?” Ash asked, folding his arms.
“Because if they did, we wouldn’t have the pleasure of hauling them back to HQ” a loud voice called out. Meowth dropped on all fours, and began to hiss like mad. Jessie and James froze up, and looked ready to run at the drop of a hat.
“Who said that?” Ash called out, irritation sounding in his voice. He backed up warily, his hands reaching down to his poke-balls.
“Oh, no you don’t want to do that Mr. Pokémon Master,” the voice called out again, and the sound of guns being chambered resounded throughout the air, all around them.
“Oh, God, no,” Jessie whispered. Meowth looked up at Brock, Ash, Misty and Pikachu.
“Run, you idiots, run!” he shouted, the urgency in his voice carrying clear through the air.
Out of surrounding bushes, a man came out. He was tall, and muscular, but that was all you could tell. His uniform was of all black, from his boots, to his pants and turtleneck shirt, and the mask on his face. The black hid any other weapons he had on him. The only thing not black on him was the small red R on the lapel of his shirt.
He toted the Hechler and Koch MP5 submachine gun in his hands. He held it in a two handed grip, and carried it like he knew how to use it. And he did. In fact, he knew how to use almost any weapon in modern warfare and not so modern, as evidenced by the katana he had on his back.
“Now, slowly, slowly, raise your hands up, hands open, fingers spread. I want to see you’re palms, everyone, and don’t think I don’t have you all covered. The rest of my section is here,” he told them, watching them all.
Ash did as he was told, but a plan was running through his head. He tensed his body in anticipation, and waited for the chance. Pikachu was on his shoulder, keeping his mouth shut, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
“Don’t worry, Pikachu. Everything will be alright,” Ash whispered reassuringly to the pokemon. “Now, go over with Misty, okay?”
The pokemon nodded and bounded over to Misty, and was on her shoulder.
As the guy was momentarily distracted, Ash took his chance. He ran, as fast as he could and tackled the guy the ground. In his flight towards him, Ash’s cap fell off of his head.
They landed in a tangle of arms and legs. Ash started to pummel the guy’s face, and was surprised when he didn’t put up a fight. As he continued to pound, Ash noticed his fists were getting hurt with each punch.
“Nice try, Mr., but it’s my turn,” the man in black said, and threw a punch of his own at Ash’ s face. His black gloved hand collided on the side of Ash’s face. Ash was thrown off, and blood sprayed from his mouth.
“ASH!” the group screamed collectively. Misty shielded Togepi’s eyes with her hand, and closed her eyes.
Ash landed a few feet off of the guy, and hit the ground with a thud. The man leapt up, grabbed Ash by the lapels, pulled him up, and gave him a right handed haymaker that sent him flying back some more.
Brock rushed to help his friend, but was held back by Jessie and James.
“Why won’t you let me help him?” he asked incredulously.
“Because, all you’ll do is make it worse,” James replied. Brock saw the pained expressions on their faces. By the time he looked back up, Ash was on the ground, unconscious, the black clad Rocket walking over to him.
He grabbed Ash by the hair and dragged him over by to where the rest were standing. He threw Ash down at their feet. Brock tried to take him, but was held back by Jessie and James again.
In a speed that rivaled super-human, his sword was out, and came down on Brock’s neck. It happened so fast, Brock didn’t even realize the sword was at his neck until he noticed his reflection in its edge.
“Oh, shit…” he said, his eyes getting as wide as they were going to.
Jessie looked up at the Rocket, as did James.
“I know who you are. You’re part of that squad of Rocket Assassins, the Crimson Plight, aren’t you?” she said, hate in her eyes.
The other Rocket’s smile was evident in his voice. “Well, I’ll be. We’re famous!”
“You’re a bunch of sick bastards, you know that?” James spoke up, uncharacteristically sarcastic and tough.
The Rocket wagged a finger in his face. “Not as sick as that fiancé of yours. Now shut up. We have a bit of ground to cover.”
James paled, and he closed his eyes. “Oh, no, not her…” he droned.
The Rocket removed his sword from Brock’s neck, causing a slight, superficial wound on his neck. Brock hissed in pain.
“You guys really should pick you’re friends more carefully. Sometimes they could get you into a bunch of crap,” the guy said, as he retrieved his gun, and led them off.
Well, that’s the end of Chapter 6! Next: Things suck, big time! James is reunited with Rumika, Jessie’s reunited with Giovanni, the others pokemon are taken away, and Ash gets an offer he can’t refuse! That, and someone dies! ( Ok, not really, but you know what they say, something’s are worse than death! Till next time, peace, love and souuuuullllll….. what do you mean that’s taken? Fine, Peace and Chicken…. wha-? That’s taken! Well dammit, any original endings, suggestions, comments, and over-all flattery to Shagti2@aol.com and all flames to Shoveitupyour@ss.com ! G’night Gracie!