Futurama 8

Jack was holding his head with both hands, hunched over in his soft seat, being totally absorbed by his thoughts. He liked taking the maglev back home - gave him plenty of time to unplug, chill, and think, often drifting away in his imagination, or replaying the events of the day in his head. This was one of those days...

The city was swarming with peak hour traffic, which Jack did not particularly care for. Luckily, the maglev system, criss-crossing the entire metro area, was not much affected by regular traffic. The silent hiss of the magnetic cushion and air rushing by could easily put you to sleep, but Jack was way too excited to give into that. He was trying to figure out what in the world had possessed his parents to decide and have another child in their late 40's.

Like most of his friends, Jack was a single child who grew up in the city... a bit lonely, but never bored. He could not really imagine having a sibling -- and at that age -- it could almost be his own child! Wow... bizarre! Can't wait to have to explain that to all his buddies... and Ally. He wondered how she would react.

Futurama 7

Jamie was still at work when her communicator flashed a high priority message. Her son was trying to reach her -- that was odd, since he had not picked up the phone the last fifteen times she tried to call... or email, or chat, or ... whatever. She was both nervous and excited... what was it this time?

- Oh, hi, mom! - Jack muttered with a slight sense of aimlessness.

- Jack? Is everything ok?

- Oh, yeah, sure... you were calling me, 'member?

- Jack, where are you, I need to talk to you -- it's about your father and...

She sounded serious, but he could not help notice that his mom would never learn not to ask where he was. That habit of hers from before the mobile era was really becoming annoying for Jack -- what did it matter -- he is where he is and they're talking, right?!

- Ok, mom, we can talk - now or later? - he forced himself to be calm and interested. - What's up?

- It's not that serious - but we need to see you. How about tonight?

Aawghhh. He already had plans for the evening - getting together with his buddies and Ally in RL... Juggling through his faves pages he quickly sent out a "can't make it tonight" tweet and started chatting up to buy time while everyone responded.

- Tonight?! Ummm... Ok, let's see...

- I'll holo-conference you in at 7 -- would that work?

Holographic conference meant that Jack actually had to be at home, so that he can be patched in through the high-speed connection. Lots of bandwidth required, but the experience was almost like being there -- can't beat that when your child lives 1500 miles away, thought Jamie. For Jack that translated to a giant waste of time, not being able to go out with his gang.

- Ummm... I guess, I have to ummmm... - still waiting for a couple of folks to respond, Jack felt the pressure in his mother's voice and knew he needed to commit like right now.

- Ok, I guess that'll work. But I have to tell Ally -- what do I tell her?

- It's a family thing -- tell her... tell her that you wanted to have dinner with us... - Jamie was not particularly good at coming up with fake excuses.

- Mooom! You're not helping. Why can't you tell me what's up?

- Umm... Your father and I...

- Mom!!! What? Are you guys getting a divorce??

- No! Hah - noooo, silly! You will have a little brother! Oh, crap, there, I said it!

There was dead silence. Twitter chirped: "ally: @jack whaaat?? How come?!"... more dead silence...

- That's... great... Wow! - Jack definitely did not know how to react. This was sooo weird. Now what?? - I'll see you tonight.

- Ok -- at 7 - be there! - She felt odd too -- it was gonna be hard explaining that one.

Jack just stood there, while all his peeps chirped in with questions about his cancellation tonight. What does he tell them?? "don't feel too good, sorry!" - went out from his communicator, for all to see; at least he was honest -- he needed time to get his thoughts together.

* * * * *

Ally was really bummed - after such great morning with Jack, she couldn't figure out what was up with him now... Was it her? Or was he just getting weird? She pondered calling him, but decided to wait. He really did not respond well to her bugging him most of the time.

After some more though she decided to text him -- less obtrusive than a call, but more urgent than a tweet: "yo, J-dawg! Wassgoin on? - call!".

Then she waited...

Futurama 6

- There - now don't do anything stupid!  - Randy said, taking a sweeping look at the vestibule, as if to make sure that there wasn't anything there that Ally and Jack could break. - We'll be next door, if you need anything.

- Awwl...rightie. - Jack was a bit sarcastic because he was getting sick of being treated as a kid. He watched Randy's orange vest disappear behind the closing matted glass door.

Jack turned his attention to Ally, who was curled up on the couch. The milky-white couch contrasted well with her olive skin. He felt his heart race again.

- Come here, jay-boy! - Her eyes both inviting and slightly accusatory - So, tell me, why was your mother calling you?

Ally on Couch

He was taken aback for a second by her inquisitive tone. Then he decided it was just a game, and regained confidence.

- Who cares, I'll just have to call her back later. Why?

- Ow, that's not very polite of you! Why didn't you pick up?

- Baby, we were together, remember, in the middle of this zoo thing... - He sat next to her, slightly leaning over.

- Well... - she giggled somewhat nervously because she didn't have a good comeback... and he was getting a little too close to her.

Jack reached over and touched her hair, gently sliding his hand along her cheek. He noticed his hand tremble a little. She smiled and squirmed to change her curled-up position to get closer to him. Jack smiled back and whispered in her ear:

- You think we're alone here?

- Since when do you care?! - she gasped as his hips locked onto hers, his right hand now firmly supporting the back of her head.

Ally had gotten used to Jack's advances in public places. Only a few months ago she couldn't even think of anyone touching her skin where anyone could see; now it almost seemed normal - in fact it was even exciting for her because she felt like they were "stickin' it to the Man". Jack's spontaneous out-pours of affection were now not only welcome, but almost expected. And the tension of that expectation was part of what drove her crazy about him.

Jack's left hand started wandering all over her tiny body, seeking an opening, reaching for exposed skin under her hoodie. He loved her wet lips and her teeth tugging on his lower lip.

He jumped off the couch with the hissing sound of the opening glass door.

- Ahmm.. Your, ummm... communicators are ready -- said Bob, who seemed visibly flustered having ran into this steaming scene. He dropped the two inch-long devices on the coffee table and hurried guilitly out the room. - I can show you out when you're ready.

Two seconds after the door hissed closed Ally, who was still splurging on the couch, jumped up with her curiosity getting the best of her.

- Jack, you never showed me your new iComm - lemme see it!!

- Baby, it won't fit you -- I had it custom made for me...

- Awww, come on... - and she grabbed it while pretending to put on a begging dog face.

It was a small matted oblong piece of soft plastic about the size of her pinkie, but curved to fit the space behind Jack's earlobe. right in the middle was the interface nodule, which connected with Jack's implant. It had three buttons on a shiny strip on the back ridge, where Jack could control a few features like the tracker, voice and video modes, and network connectivity. Of course, the shiny strip ended with the mandatory iComm logo.

Ally plugged it in where her communicator goes, behind her right ear. Nothing at first. She clicked the connect button and wondered if her implant will actually connect with Jack's communicator. A split-second of silence...

- Wow!! That's loud!! Geez!! - she jumped back on the couch throwing the little plastic culprit back on the table.

- Told ya... lemme see - Jack seemed mildly concerned, while Ally was still quivering on the couch, exaggerating a little, looking for sympathy.

He plugged his iComm and his eyes almost popped out with the immediate scream of a thousand voices all blabbering about a million subjects, all jumbled up together. It was painful at first, but Jack tuned out the noise and quickly scrambled through the menus to turn off all the feeds. It took him a minute before he could replay to Ally's questioning and concerned look.

- Agrrhh, they screwed up all my setup! - he was extremely annoyed - Had to go through and turn all my contacts off before I could hear anything again. Yours may be messed up too, be careful. - His eyes showed tender caring for Ally and she liked that a lot. He knew it...

Futurama 5

The lights flickered and it went completely dark for what seemed like hours. Twenty-five milliseconds later the lights flickered back on. There was no dust, no raptors, no lake or pterodactyls, not even sandy hills or palm trees. Only Jack and Ally, standing there,  cold sweat beading down his forehead, while she shivered in his arms.

- What... ?! what ... happened??  -- she stuttered through the lump in her throat.

Jack was still gasping for air. The adrenaline rush of nearly being sliced open and eaten alive by a vicious raptor still had his eyes frozen open. The universe gradually came into focus again. They were in fact not alone. Zoo personnel in orange vests were busily pacing up and down a catwalk high up in the dome; there where a couple of other visitors who looked just as stunned and confused by the sudden lack of decor and vegetation. All they could see was a seemingly endless maze of aluminum girders, cables, and tons of other equipment hanging from strategically placed hooks, poles, and pulleys. This was the gut of the holojector, that only a few support personnel had seen before.

Metal Maze

- Umm... I think ... it crashed - Jack was trying to sooth Ally even though he wasn't sure himself what in the world had just happened. Any of it.

Two of the orange vest personnel quickly approached them, appearing out of nowhere from the maze of metal gear.

- Mr. Bowers? Ms. Jenkins? Please come with us!

- Look, we were just...  - Jack was still trying to protect Ally, his mind racing through possible scenarios.

- Sir! ... Ma'am, please follow us to the control room. We may need your help.

* * * * *

The control room was three flights of stairs up, after crossing the cable and metal girders jungle. It was spacious and round with computer screens lining up the walls like black windows; a flat holojector table stood right in the middle. There were no visible cables here -- all the equipment was on a hyper-wireless network and any power cables were neatly tucked away in the walls and the raised floors. The room looked immaculate, and worse yet, no place to sit, or even lean on. The two technicians, Randy and Bob, had practically shoved Jack and Ally in the room with the door closing tightly with a hiss behind them. Jack and Ally weren't going anywhere for a while; neither did they care to, with all this fascinating stuff around them -- they were going to see how the zoo simulator worked, or at least were hoping to...

- So... - Bob started - we need you to recall exactly what happened before the glitch. We can set up a replay if you think that might help.

- Glitch? - Jack played dumb, even thought he was already sensing where this was going...

- Yeah - Randy cut in - Remember that raptor, the one that started the chase?

- Yeeeesss, that was creepy at first 'cuz the raptor was giving me the 'evil eye' -- Ally was becoming emotional.

While they were chatting, Bob was tinkering with the controls at the holojector table. A semi-transparent image flickered on, hovering above the table. When it stabalized, now in vivid and solid colors, Jack could recognize the exact spot where they were standing, but viewed from about 30 feet up. Two green balls were hovering right where Jack and Ally stood on the Zoo floor. Bob rolled his hand across the shiny control surface and the 3D display slowly moved forward in time, while swooping in on the scene.

- I'm going to pause it right before the glitch. The two green balls are your trackers, good thing you had them on... that'll help us debug it.

- Our trackers?!? Oh, yeah, I hardly ever turn mine off! -- Ally explained, with her typical childish simplicity; Jack looked at her funny.

- I had my tracker on for the pizza bot... - he scratched his earlobe for a second, as if to confirm that his communicator was still there. - Oh, yeah, could it be that... Hmmm... - he forced himself to shut up.

- Could it be what?? - Randy sounded intrigued. He got closer to Jack - What? What happened??

Right then Bob had paused the simulation right at the very point in time when the raptor was turning his head towards Ally. She gasped, as the whole episode replayed in her head, her face stretched in fear. Jack remembered the loud ring he had in his head; it almost sounded real again.

- Jaaack! I can't do this! Let's go!!

- Look man! - Jack said to Bob - You can do that to her!

- No, you were gonna say something -- what happened?? - Randy cut in with his inquisitive tone again.

- I don't know, I guess I got a phone call, ok?! Now turn that thing off!!

Bob switched the display with a few taps and now they saw bunch of listings of numbers, names and more numbers.

- What is this? - Jack got curious, while Ally was walking around the holojector.

- Those are all the incoming and outgoing calls received by all visitors at the time of the glitch. See anyone you know?

- Isn't that your mom's work number, Jack? You didn't say she called?!

- Ummm.... yeah.. I must've had it on DnD.

- No - Randy said - You switched it to DnD in the middle of the call -- see right here - he pointed at some numbers followed by "DnD off" -- I think this may have caused the glitch! What model communicator do you have?

- The latest iComm! - Jack announced proudly.

- Yep,  just as I thought -- you cracked your iComm, didn't ya??

- JACK! What's going on? - Ally demanded.

- Nothing, babe, I'll explain later.

Amazingly, Bob and Randy were now chattering some computer gibberish, while frantically fingering the controls in the back, where a couple of displays on the wall came to live. Now that he thought they had tracked down the problem, Bob attempted to explain in English.

- See, the new iComm has always been a problem for us -- it does not play well with the simulator's tracker interface.

- Huh?!?

- I mean, when you flipped on DnD, your cracked iComm caused our computers to freak out. They started tracking you as if you were part of the simulation. The raptors picked up that signal and started their pursuit routine.

- You mean, they were chasing him, not me?! - Ally exclaimed -- That's impossible - I saw how they looked at me...

- I'm afraid it was Jack's tracker signal they were after, ma'am - Bob said calmly and turned back to his display.

- Now what?! - Jack was growing impatient.

- We need both of your trackers to run diagnostics on the system. You can wait over here. - Bob waived towards the vestibule door. - It'll only take a few minutes.

Randy collected the communicators and escorted Ally and Jack to the small waiting room next door to the control center. Ally jumped on the big white leather couch and Jack followed reluctantly.

Futurama 4

The autocab pulled to a smooth stop at the Zoo access station, right behind what looked like an exact duplicate cab. Jack jumped out while the door was hissing open -- he hated those slow automatic doors. Ally staggered behind him, squinting to adjust her eyes to the morning sun. She caught with the corner of her eye the red-and-yellow stripes of the PizzaNet delivery bot. With the charm of a flying armadillo, the bot landed with a "thunk" right in front of their feet and proudly announced:

- PizzaNet delivery for Mr. Bowers! Please scan your UID to receive.

Jack waved his hand in front of the scanner and the "armadillo" popped open to reveal a steaming hot delicious pepperoni, ham and cheese pizza with a cold SuperCoke right next to it.

- Thank you, have a PizzaLicious day! -  tweeted the bot while doing its internal pre-takeoff checklist. The two were already getting busy with the extra cheese in front of the Zoo box office.

- So what doyawanna see? -- uttered Jack with a big piece in his mouth and cheese hanging down his chin.

Ally giggled, then swallowed her piece:  Something scary -- do they have snakes?

- Naah, I have a better idea! .. Two tickets for the dino show, please. -- he demanded at the ticket machine.

- Wow - they have the dinosaurs back in town?! That's awesome!! Do they bite, haha?

She was poking fun at him, cause she knew Jack always liked dinosaurs. And their Zoo had some of the best she had ever seen, but the show was out of town so frequently that it was hard to catch. Not live ones, of course. Almost every zoo nowadays had switched from live animals to holojector simulations. But the most recent ones, like the one their zoo had, were so realistic, that you could barely tell the difference. Wait, she couldn't remember ever seeing live dinos -- were hose extinct? Who cares... The show was gonna be awesome and she was there with Jack, who loved telling scary dinosaur stories! He grabbed her hand again and pulled her toward the revolving doors into the main atrium of the City Zoo.

- Please, be sure to turn your trackers on for a great experience - the ticket machine almost yelled after them...

The atrium featured ginormous palm trees and a variety of cycads and ferns; it was warm and humid inside.

City Zoo Dome

- Look, look! Up there! - Jack pointed to the left as two pterodactyls gently glided from the south tower to the central dome, towards the miniature lake in the middle of the complex.


Following the 'dactyls  smooth flight, they didn't even notice the large dino head grazing on palm leaves right next to them. It turned and snorted loudly, just about 5 feet away from Ally. She jumped initially, taken by surprise and then laughed nervously as they walked away.

These things were so real that you could almost smell their breath. Jack could swear they must have upgraded the simulator or the holojector (or both!) since the last time he saw the show. Even though they were only 4-5 feet away from that head, he could not see any obvious tessellation defects or glitches in the texture mapping -- it was ... well... lifelike.

They continued towards the mini-lake, where the 'dactyls were now splashing around, looking for fish. A small group of raptors was causing commotion further down the trail, as they were, apparently, interested in a small furry creature. Stomping with both of their rear feet, they were trying to get the poor critter out of its hole in the ground, while making loud clicking noises. One of the raptors suddenly turned his head and started staring.

- Don't worry, he'll just stare for a while and go back to stomping... - said Jack to Ally who felt the cold evil stare of the raptor's beady glass-gray eyes go right through her. Instinctively she  clutched Jack's hand. As he was finishing his sentence, a loud ringing in his head startled him. It was his mom, calling ... should he pick up? Gawwwd.. bad timing... not now -- screw it... let her leave a message... and he mentally flipped all comms to DnD.

Right then, the raptor who had noticed them expelled a loud shriek and charged right toward Ally. He was less than 100 feet away and closing fast; all the other raptors were starting to jump and charge this way too. Ally screamed -- she'd never seen any of the simulations notice her in any way before -- this was something new, and, she had to admit, kinda scary!

- Don't move, they'll pass by us. I bet they have a trigger point somewhere behind us, that's why it seems they're all running this way. They'll go right by us, you'll see.

What was their surprise when the first raptor -- the "smart" one -- suddenly stopped, digging in his heals in the dirt less than 6 feet away from Jack, lifting a cloud of dust that surrounded them. They heard a loud shriek again and saw the raptor's head high above them, while his razor-sharp claws clicked open like jack-knifes right in front of their faces.

(to be continued)

Futurama 3

Jack grabbed her hand as they were waking down the street. Ally's hands were small, cold and sweaty - he liked the fact that he was warming her up in his large paws. He wandered if she was nervous... he was. They've been going out for about two years now, but touching her still got his heart racing. Yeah, he was experienced with women, but she was the first girl he started seeing in real life. Most people shied away from RL ever since virtual sex became mainstream. It was looked down upon, but he didn't care.

They walked up to a cab waiting at the curb by the main road. He scanned his wrist and the cab chirped, happily accepting his UID and popping the door open. He said "City Zoo" as they jumped in. Jack missed the human drivers -- nowadays nearly all cabs in the city were computer-driven. He did not like the cold voice coming from the ceiling speaker and the fact that he could not chit-chat with the driver. But autocabs were a lot cheaper to maintain, and, the corporations claimed, a lot more efficient and safer.

- Good morning, Jack Bowers. Estimated time to destination "City Zoo" is 35 minutes. Due to delays on interstate 875, we will be taking Magnolia to Obama boulevard onto Zoo highway. Enjoy and relax.

"Efficient my ass!" Jack grimaced as he was yawning, "they're taking us on the scenic route". He mentally dialed the number for PizzaNet, as they were pulling away.

- I love Obama boulevard in the morning -- we can see all the hotshots in their shiny autolimos driving downtown!

Well, at least Ally was excited about the long drive. She always managed to find something to be excited about; that never stopped to amuse Jack.

- PizzaNet, how may I help ya? - rang the operator's voice in Jack's head "darn this is LOUD!"

- The usual for me, and ... umm Ally, do you want anything? ... and a SuperCoke... that's it.

- So, I have a large pepperoni ham and extra cheese and a SuperCoke?

- Right

- Would you like that Just-In-Time delivered, Mr. Bowers?

- Yes, sure, we'll be at...

- Please activate your tracker first, Mr. Bowers - the attendant interrupted him before he realized they did not accept voice directions anymore.

- Aww... ok, -- he felt the tiny switch on his communicator behind his right ear and pushed it on with his index finger. - There you go.

- Thank you, Mr. Bowers, Estimated delivery time 30 minutes at the City Zoo. It'll be 45.50.

- Yeah whatever, please charge it... - he smirked again - Gawd!! 45.50, who'd they think I am, Barron Trump?

Most delivery services were racing to support Just-In-Time, since the new trackers were now so popular. Derived from the old D-GPS technology, the trackers could now not only tell where you were and where you were going, but also connected with all other services on the network, right through the communicator, which allowed PizzaNet to figure out that Jack was in a cab headed to City Zoo. All he needed to do is call in and authorize the charge to his account -- PizzaNet even had stored all of his favorites under his profile.

Ally had now lost interest in the local traffic and was tucked tightly under his arm, seeking the warmth, with both of her hands inside his jacket. He kissed her head as her sugar high was clearly on the downswing and her eyes were closing. Her hair smelled like incents... cute, he thought.

Futurama 2

Dressed in old sporty pants and a raggedy hoodie, Ally was a slender girl with bouncy hair and carefree smile. She liked hanging out with Jack because he was pretty real. I mean, he laughed and smirked and didn't mind hanging out with Ally in real life, despite how goofy she could get at times. Plus, he had cool friends who all liked going out and having fun, like, for real.

Ally, Smiling

Ally did not realize it at the time, but Jack, who was 4 years older than her, had told her once that his parents were probably the last generation not to be plugged in. Ally's own parents did not know what's it like not to be plugged in -- they had their multiports implanted at birth and had always kept up with the upgrades. Ally, much like all of her friends was like that too, when she was younger -- always in the net, always connected. She rarely disconnected because all that she needed back then could be found online -- chatting with friends, doing homework, staying in touch with family and, of course, being close to your parents. She could call up her mom no matter how far away she was, if she wanted to feel the warm familiar smile and her caring green eyes.

But this was back then, two long years ago. Since she had met Jack, she had changed completely. Jack lead a different life, perhaps inspired by his own family, perhaps by his rebellious nature. Him and his friends were meeting in person, in real life, rather than online. It was weird at first, being so close to him, in real life -- the awkwardness of her body, not knowing where to put her hands; the weird desire to touch, even though it felt dirty... the warmth and the specific smell of his hair and skin -- those were all new, and, she had to admit, exciting new things that were foreign, and almost taboo to her before. Now she loved real life (RL for short) and was yearning to go hang out with Jack and his friends. Maybe that's what gave her all this energy... or was it the 17 booster drinks she had last night, while "thy guys" were working on that bottle of bourbon.

- Hi!

Jack said with a big smile on his face. He only had his ripped jeans and a jacket on. She could sense his wet hair from the gentle breeze that came with him as he jumped from the stairs. Ahhh the little joys of RL.

- You ready J-dawg?

- Ready for what?

- You said you'll take me to the zoo.

- I did???!

Jack was genuinely surprised. Did he actually say that? Did he tweet about it or what? Where was she getting this from -- he quickly ran through the logs on his communicator, but even while the list of his past comms was still scrolling, she sighed:

- Aww, don't give me that!! You're gonna check your logs while standing right in front of me?! You said that live last night -- I should've had it taped for you, 'cuz apparently you were too drunk to remember!

He was startled by this sudden outburst of emotion, and even though his head was still pounding, he protested:

- I wasn't drunk!! I honestly don't remember when I said that.... but, hey, why not, let's go!! Had anything to eat yet?

- Just had sushi, 'member?

- Right, right... hmmm...

Another blunder, darn it! This girl was driving him nuts! So cute when she was hyper like this.

- K, I'll order PizzaNet on the way.

Futurama 1

Jack woke up be from a loud ringing sound in his head. It was still dark, and the bed was oh, so comfortable; he rolled over. Rrringgg! again... Eyes opened slowly and he looked around -- no one... nothing there. All of a sudden it downed on him. He was hung over... rough night, lots of bourbon last night, or was it this morning. He had crashed on this bed without switching his communicator off. How dumb was that!

He looked up - had 5 missed calls, 3 voice mails, 78 tweets, 37 alerts, and 16 new followers. Looked at the time -- it was 6:45 -- gawd! -- all of this for three and a half hours while he was out. He couldn't tell if the headache was from the bourbon or the communicator ringing in his head.

Jack Bowers, 21

Jack had gotten the latest and, supposedly, greatest communicator just last week; he was still getting used to it. It twas smaller than the previous version and plugged right in the multiport behind your earlobe. It was so small that sometimes he wasn't sure if he had it plugged in. Despite its minuscule appearance, the new toy appeared to be working just fine -- connected on all 5 global data networks and delivered loud and clear voice and video.  He could see its feeds even if he was staring directly in the light. And, yes, the sound was more than loud -- aghhh -- that headache again.

Jack scrolled through the most recent tweets as he was stretching in the bathroom. Apparently his girl was already up and having breakfast at the sushi bar... wait... maybe she didn't go to bed at all. Ally was a wild one -- much more so than Jack. He was always amazed with her energy. Rrrriiiiinggg!!! Gawd!! not again! It was Ally; he picked up and her voice startled him with its youthful ring that sent shivers all the way down his spine.

- How ya doing, baby? Up yet?

- Mmmm wassgoing on? You still at the sushi place?

- No baby, coming to get ya? You ready yet?

What? She's coming here? Crap!!!

- Yeah, gimme 5, honeygirl. Meet ya outside.

- K-k... so you checked your tweets yet? Jimmy took us girls out after you passed out.

- Yeah, I know. I had 5 missed calls -- why didn't you just tweet?

- I did -- about 15 thousand times! Gosh, you still drunk, Jack?

- No baby, let me get ready and I'll meet ya in 5.

- What's the matter, you can't wash up while you're chattin' with me? You poor thing -- I can smell the bourbon through the comm!

Uh-oh! Nahhh, she can't do that... can she? This goddamn new communicator?!... Naah! She was bluffing to see his reaction... play it cool!

- Be right there baby.

- k.<click>

Whoahh... quietness... He clicked the shower off and put his pants on... backwards at first.

Ally was already pacing downstairs. nervously scrolling in her head through their latest pictures on flikr from last night.

(to be continued)

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