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Chapter 11: Naming Conventions

Thomas woke to the jovial pitter patter of tiny pokemon feet doing circles in the tent. Then a boom of thunder rolled overhead. Bleary-eyed, he took in his surroundings. The Deino and Venipede were restless, desperate to go outside. “Don't wander too far." He said, smiling. Not hearing any rain on the tent, Thomas unzipped it for them, letting the two out into the cold, cloudy morning before zipping it back up to keep the warm in.

The Mudbray's tail swished inside the sleeping bag, thudding against the bulge in his briefs. Thomas' face went pale as he realised the colt must have been inadvertently smacking his cock for some time for his morning wood to be that engorged. He looked down at the donkey pokemon. He was met with a cheeky grin and another thwap against his member. “You're doing that on purpose, aren't you." thwap

The Sliggoo grinned, but kept her eyes closed, napping at the base of the sleeping bag. “And you think it's funny?" She nodded almost imperceptibly, her wide mouth curling at the edges as she tried to keep her amusement at bay. “Har har." Thomas rolled his eyes and lay back down, unsure whether he wanted to move from the spot or not. He had certainly gotten used to pokemon in a sexual sense, but there were fresh scars he had to deal with.

Thomas rolled over, a concerned frown breaking across his previously happy face as he turned away from the Mudbray. But the pokemon wouldn't be shunned so easily. He rolled over as well, the colt's muzzle landing on the man's neck. Thomas gasped at the sudden move, and moaned when the pokemon licked along his neck. “I, uh…" Thomas shuddered. Maybe the Mudbray was his chance to get a fresh start to the day. He'd spoken to Jeremy about wanting to have fun with other pokemon several days prior, and the Hakamo-o had agreed. And this was a new day. Jeremy might come back, he might not. But he wouldn't want Thomas miserable. At least, that's what the man hoped.

The Mudbray brought Thomas' mind back into the present as he gently nibbled and licked his way up the man's neck to the earlobe, eliciting more stifled moans. Thomas turned his head to confront the pokemon, unsure whether he wanted what the Mudbray was trying to give. But as he faced the colt they found themselves lip-to-lip, the Mudbray pressing his muzzle forward until the two were locked in a kiss. It was shocking more to Thomas than the Mudbray, but the man couldn't deny it felt good. Yesterdays tension and stress was melting away with each press of the velvety smooth muzzle against him.

The pokemon pulled away, leaning over to look at Thomas' bulge, the man's arousal clearly visible against the outline of the sleeping bag. The colt scrambled over him, “Hey, watch it!" Thomas grumbled, barely avoiding a mud-caked hoof to the face as the Mudbrey moved down his chest. “What do you think you're-" He didn't get a chance to finish his question before it was answered for him; the Mudbray gripping the briefs elastic in his teeth and yanking down

The veiny member sprang out, smacking the pokemons neck. Having succeeded at pulling the covering away, he shuffled back up the bag until Thomas' cock was pointed directly toward his muzzle. For a human it was a bit above average, not that the Mudbray had an understanding of such things. But it was certainly larger than most other pokemon his size. He stared at it with a mixture of lust and curiosity while Thomas looked on in mild embarrassment.

“Happy?" Thomas muttered quietly, grabbing the sides of his briefs, ready to pull them up. But the Mudbray turned, giving him a sarcastic look that said 'Really?'. “Well, you've seen it now. Curiosity abated." The Mudbray reiterated his cynical stare. “You really want to go through with this? Really?" he nodded. “Why?" the pokemon tilted his head, not understanding the question. “Every pokemon I've spent more than a few minutes around has ended up fucking me or being fucked by me. With two exceptions of course." They both turned to the flash of lightning, watching as Mac's shadow played across the side of the tent having leapt from a nearby branch, probably to piledrive the Deino. A Loud thud indicated he had hit nothing but dirt.

Thomas chuckled at the small pokemon's antics but was snapped out of it as the Mudbray leaned forwards and gave the man's throbbing erection a long lick. “Seriously!?" Thomas gasped, yanking the briefs up. “Am I just a 'horny pokemon' magnet?" The Mudbray grabbed the elastic of Thomas' briefs in his teeth again and yanked them back down. Thomas was about to stuff himself back into his underpants for a second time when the pokemon guided that throbbing member to his muzzle with a long tongue before sucking it up to the hilt. “F-fuck…" Thomas involuntarily bucked as the pokemon effortlessly swallowed his length. Powerful muscles swallowed around the thick shaft as the Mudbray gulped, mock-swallowing the turgid shaft.

The two lay like that for several minutes, Thomas' mind at war about whether he should be abstaining until the Jeremy situation is sorted, and convincing himself that it was - in fact - already sorted. His mind came to a decision just as - with one last powerful suck that had the man quietly moaning in ecstasy - the colt released Thomas' cock, shuffling further up the sleeping bag to lick at the man's neck once more. Thomas chuckled, scratching behind the little donkey's ears. The Mudbray moaned, his breath shuddering against Thomas' neck.

Then Thomas felt movement at the bottom of the sleeping bag. He barely had time to register it before his cock was encased in the Sliggoo's slimy maw. He grunted as she continued where the Mudbray left off. Somewhat confused, the donkey pokemon looked up at Thomas' blissful expression. When the man noticed he stroked the Mudbray's mane comfortingly. “S- sliggoo's awake…" The momentary look of puzzlement on the colts face quickly turned to understanding as a slurp emanated from the covers.

When the Mudbray's expression changed to that of surprise, Thomas got curious. He felt down to his crotch with one hand and discovered the Sliggoo had inverted herself under the covers and was giving the Mudbray a hand job while continuing to blow Thomas. The man moaned again, loving the feel of the Sliggoo's prehensile tongue wrapping around his member, pumping him while still being suckled in her mouth. Thomas felt up along the Sliggoo's arm to the Mudbray's member, running fingers along its length. His eyes went wide. For a pokemon his size, the colt was very well endowed. Longer than Thomas by a couple inches, and while the shaft didn't have the same girth, his flare was substantial, possibly larger than the man's fist. Thomas gave his new friend a quick stroke before leaving it to the Sliggoo.

Then the slimy purple pokemon got an idea. She gave Thomas' cock one last suck before abandoning the member. Thomas figured out why almost immediately as he felt the Mudbray tense up, breathing heavily. The man could feel the back of the Sliggoo's head against his stomach, no doubt licking the other pokemon's arse with her slimy tongue. “I don't know exactly what she's planning, but you can always say no. I will never force you to do something you don't want to." He stroked the side of the Mudbrays neck “We're a team now, you get a say in what happens, on and off the clock." He looked down into Mudbrays eyes, and got his response; the pokemon rearing back to give the man's neck a long lick and love bite. Thomas moaned, smiling.

The man felt more movement under the covers as the Sliggoo shifted about. Then he felt the Mudbray being pulled further into the sleeping bag until the tip of the man's cock was pressed at the recently lubricated but still tight pucker of the pokemon's rear entrance. It was the moment of truth, and it felt exhilarating. Thomas pat the Mudbray's flanks, reassuring the pokemon as the Sliggoo continued to push him onto the man's member. With a pop and a whinny, Thomas was inside his newest pokemon. The Sliggoo knew to stop there, and judging from the huge intake of breath from the pokemon on the end of his cock, it was a good place to stop.

However, her mischievous plan was not over. Wriggling through the bag once more she found the massive equine dong and guided her tight entrance to it's throbbing tip. If Thomas had seen it he still wouldn't have believed it, the Mudbray's breathing halted as the Sliggoo forced the flared head of his cock inside her tiny entrance. Thomas could feel the pokemon's arse tense as sensation washed over him, the man slowly stroking down the Mudbray's neck as he tried to calm him. Both males were only in as far as the tip, but it felt incredible all round.

It took a while, but eventually all three were ready to continue, with the Sliggoo being the first to move. Inch by inch she slid her way down the lengthy pole, whimpered gasps of delight muffled by the sleeping bag as she quested for that sensation of fullness. Her organs thankfully a little more malleable given her natural attributes, allowing the throbbing head entry to her deepest recesses. As her sticky skin came to rest against the Mudbrays hips, the Sliggoo let out a small squeal “Sliiiii!"

Thomas leaned in, whispering into the Mudbray's incomplete ear “That's nothing, wait 'till she gets going." He chuckled, kissing the Mudbray's cheek as he placed his hands on the donkey pokemon's flanks. “I'll take it slow, tell me if you need me to stop." The Mudbray leaned back, licking the mans neck as Thomas slowly pushed forwards.

The Sliggoo had done a fantastic job lubricating the colt, the only thing slowing the man down being the overall tightness of the Mudbrays rear passage. After about an inch Thomas could feel the Mudbrays teeth nervously but softly bite his neck, so he slowed down, bringing one hand up to rub along the pokemon's neck and mane.

Meanwhile the Sliggoo had built up enough willpower to begin actually fucking the newcomer, having turned around to have her head against his chest and using the muscles in her huge foot-pad to pull herself halfway off the equine cock before plunging back down. Thomas didn't need to move as each wet slap of the pokemons bodies connecting pushed him forward another half inch. The Mudbray was breathing heavily, his erratic licks sending shivers down the man's spine.

The colt was doing exceptionally well holding up under such intense stimulation, his arse being slowly filled while he himself was balls deep in a tight and well lubricated Sliggoo. Eventually, the heavy slaps of skin on skin pushed the Mudbray all the way to Thomas' hips, the man's throbbing cock buried to the hilt. Thomas shuddered, the feeling of being so deep inside the pokemon was dwarfed only by how incredibly tight the colt was. The way the Mudbray had looked at his cock, Thomas had assumed he'd taken one before. But the way he felt at that moment, had the man wondering if he'd just popped the colt's anal cherry.

Slowly Thomas began a rhythm, withdrawing barely an inch before pushing back in again. With each pull his distance increased, and with each push so did his tempo. The Sliggoo had picked up on Thomas' movements and was echoing them with her own, making a fuck-sandwich out of the colt. It was no surprise he came so quickly. Thomas felt it first, the muscles of the Mudbray's rear clamping down like a vice on his intruding member. He tried moving but nothing budged, so to avoid injuring the orgasmic equine, he let the Mudbray have his climax.

The Sliggoo on the other hand only realised what was happening when her passage was flooded with Mudbray cum. It was hot, thick and expelled with great force. She did her equivalent of clamping down, but just adhering to the colt's hips; her slime acting as a natural glue and sealant, keeping all the equine cum inside. The Mudbray moaned into Thomas' ear, his hips bucking in small bursts as he shot stream after stream of his seed into the Sliggoo's hungry hole.

After a while, Thomas felt the pokemon's rear loosen, and he gently slid out. Once his cock was free the colt released the breath he'd been holding. He shuffled about under the blankets, the man assuming rightly that he'd released every drop he had into the Sliggoo. But she wasn't letting go. In fact, she was whining and trying to buck against him. But the Mudbray was shaking his head, whining as well but more pained.

“Woah woah…" Thomas said gently, placing a hand on both their heads. “Calm down, both of you." He waited until both had settled, then stroked Sliggoo's head between her antennae. Like putty in his hands she turned to look at him, her prehensile tongue pulling his thumb into her mouth. “It just so happens I've always wanted to try having fun after someone else has… y'know..." Thomas blushed a little. “If you're finished, that is." Thomas smiled, though not just out of politeness. A small part of him took pride in the fact he'd just got the Mudbray out of the uncomfortable situation of finishing first in a threesome, without drawing attention to the fact that he had.

The Mudbray nodded sheepishly and the Sliggoo secreted enzymes that dissolved her sticky mucous. In seconds the two were separated, and in less time she had impaled herself on Thomas' staff. His grunting moan was exactly what she wanted to hear. As the colt shuffled back to the top of the sleeping bag, he gave Thomas a lick on the cheek. Legs wobbly and shaft sucked clean of jizz by the insatiable Sliggoo, he wandered to the tent entrance, asking with a pleading look for the man to open it for him.

He undid the flap, allowing the colt out before quickly doing it back up in case it were to start raining. As he did so he caught a flash of a very muddy Deino being chased by Mac; who had somehow given himself stripes of mud like warpaint across the front of his carapace. Thomas shook his head in bemusement as he sealed the tent back up. “So, how was it?"

“Ssssssllllliiiii, GOOOooooooo…" She replied, enthusiastically.

“That good huh?" Thomas grinned mischievously. “Well, at least you've got me to finish you off." He chuckled, grabbing her shell-like body with both hands and ramming himself deep inside. Squishing her down like that pushed him several inches deeper than he would otherwise have been capable of. A Skill that bore very interesting fruit. Being able to do that, Thomas could feel the slowly reducing void that the Mudbray's flared tip had recently filled, not to mention the flood of the equine's thick cum squeezing around his cock. Thomas took advantage of the pokemon's recently deposited lubricant and began fucking the purple pussy with long hard strokes. The pace he had with the Mudbray may have been fun, but he needed something more right now. And the Sliggoo was happy to give it to him.

After a minute, Thomas realised he was being held back by the sheer fact they were laying on their sides. It may have been necessary several minutes earlier, but as it was just the two of them he manhandled the Sliggoo beneath him, pinning herdown. She moaned hard, blushing as her body trembled. Thomas knew she had taken a more submissive role before, but she really did seem to enjoy him pushing her around like that. A thought struck the man's mind.

He thrust so deep it caused the Sliggoo's overstuffed pussy to squirt half of the Mudbray's load across the inside of the sleeping bag. Thomas leaned down and with his lips grazing her cheeks he whispered “Do you want me to cum inside you?" He hadn't tried talking dirty before, so he thought a simple question & answer game might be good. She nodded, but Thomas just smiled, not moving a muscle. “I'm not moving until you say it. You tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me."

“Sli… Sliggoo, sli goo." She moaned gently, trying to gyrate against Thomas' hips.

But in response he withdrew entirely, his throbbing tip gently pressing against her entrance as more of the mudbray's cum leaked out. “Like you mean it." He said. “Or do you want me to let your morning's work go to waste?" He reached down, scooping some of the cum off the sleeping bag and pressing it back into her twitching pussy.

“GOO!" She pleaded, wide eyed. “Sliggoo, sli goo! Slig slig. Sliiii…."

Thomas rammed his length back into her. It felt amazing. She remembered the other day and let him thrust in and out without grabbing on, leading to hard, wet slaps fortunately muffled by the sleeping bag. “Do you like that?" he asked, burying himself as deep as possible once more.

“Sli! Sli! Sliiii!" She responded affirmatively, prompting Thomas to continue pounding her. He could feel her insides quivering. She was on the verge. He just needed to tip her over the edge. A thought wafted through his head, and he wondered if it was going too far. But he figured it was the right time, might as well do it and hope for the best.

He withdrew back to the tip, just leaving the head of his cock throbbing at her entrance. “I'm going to give you your name. Do you want a name?" The Sliggoo was surprised but she nodded enthusiastically anyway. He slammed his cock inside before pulling back to the tip, making sure to keep her orgasm right where he wanted it. “I'm going to call you Carmen." He thrust deep and withdrew again. “Do you know why your name is Carmen?"

“Goo-oo-oo…" She stammered, her body riding the very edge of bliss.

Thomas barely breathed his answer against her cheek “Because from now on, I get to 'cum in' you whenever I want. You are my personal cum Sliggoo. And even in public you will be referred to as my own personal cum Sliggoo. Understand?"

“SLI! Sli!" She agreed, her cheeks blushing red as she humped the air between them.

“Once I cum in you, your name will be Carmen." He reiterated, giving her a final chance to back out. This time she placed a hand on his and nodded, smiling through her embarassment at being treated like a cum dumpster. “Okay Carmen, here it comes…."

With a grunt Thomas threw his whole body into his thrusts, ramming deep before withdrawing entirely and spearing the Sliggoo again, and again, and again. She came almost instantly, her passage tightening around Thomas' shaft as he brought himself to climax. With one last thrust the deed was done, a fountain of the man's seed painting Carmen's insides white. She moaned heavily, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt her trainer pump load after load of himself into her.

Thomas could feel her muscles ripple and roil against him, grabbing tightly at his base before quickly pulling that contraction up towards his tip, milking him of every last drop. It was sublime, and something he knew no woman or man he'd ever been with could replicate. He wasn't even sure it was humanly possible. Why people looked so negatively on this baffled him at that moment, losing himself to the sensation that was his soft-tissue pokemon giving him one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He understood now why Jeremy liked that power. And with that thought, the morning's fun ended. Thomas blinked away the sad memory of shoving the ball into Jeremy's chest, wiping the tear from his cheek as he feigned nothing wrong. But Carmen was too lost in her own bliss to know what was going on. He gently pulled out, leaving the snail-like pokemon on her back as he retrieved her ball. “Might be best if you sleep that off." He smiled, knowing she'd be useless helping pack the tent in that state. He pressed the button, zapping her away in a flash of light that was instantly rivalled by the big flash from outside, followed quickly by a crack of thunder.

Thomas cursed the world as he unzipped the door flap to get a better look at the weather. It was moving in. And fast. He could see the wall of rain off in the distance, and as he felt the first splatter of droplets against his skin he whistled for the team. Mac and his playmate came rushing over covered in mud, while the Mudbray returned with only a small amount of extra mud around his mouth. “Bugger." He grumbled, none of them really fit to enter the tent in their state. He spotted a hollow tree several paces from the dried riverbank, and motioned for any of the pokemon to head to it. “Check that, clear it out." He said, before quickly rolling up the sleeping bag and stuffing it in the hiking pack.

Thomas checked on the little pokemon, giving it a quick look over. It blinked back at him so he took it that was a sign it was okay and gently - but quickly - shoved it back in the bag. He removed a couple ration packs and some poketreats for breakfast. With the bag mostly packed he left the tent with it, shoving it into the hole to keep it out of the rain. “Do not let that out of your sight!" He told Mac, drawing lines from his eyes to the Venipedes, then to the bag. Mac nodded, turning to stare intensely at the pack. “Well that's gonna bite me in the arse." Thomas said sarcastically as he imagined a Kangaskhan running away with it, Mac sitting in the pokemon's pouch but still staring at the bag.

He shook away the silly thought and returned to the bedroll, quickly rolling it up before lobbing it out the front of the tent. Double checking nothing else was left in there, Thomas left the tent. He broke the treats packet open and doled them out. “Gonna be a bit of a miserable day guys, eat up." He checked the nearby log for the treats he'd left out for Jeremy the night before. They were gone, but it was just as likely a wild pokemon grabbed them in the night, or Mac ran off with them earlier. Impossible to tell.

A crack of thunder brought his mind back to the task at hand. He quickly removed the tents rods and pegs down one side. Fortunately he remembered some things from when he was in the Pokedets. The Pokedets - or Pokemon Cadets - were what passed for really young trainers lessons, though they were more military focused. There they learned everything from survival skills to key movesets utilised in the old campaigns and how they were employed. He had fond memories of those nights spent luring fire pokemon to light your campfire. One of those lessons was the proper way to pack and unpack a tent. And while the shape of the tent had changed in those years, rolling it up hadn't. Especially in high winds.

In no time at all the tent was strapped to the bag along with the bedroll. Thomas had just enough time to retrieve his raincoat and affix the Bag's waterproof cover before the downpour came. “Come on!" He shouted through the noise. “We can't stay here, gotta keep going." Thomas' eyes went wide as his gaze changed. “No, really, like right now!" He pointed to the riverbed in the distance. A roiling surge of brown crashed over the clay. “Flash Flood!" The four of them charged at full pace towards the trail. As they got closer, Thomas made a horrifying discovery.

“They're too low…" He looked back towards the near-tidal wave mass of dirty water as it roared ever closer. The moment that surge reached those bridges, they would be engulfed, and stupidly they had camped on the wrong side. “FASTER!" He shouted, picking up his own pace, but the weight of the pack and the slippery, uneven ground was slowing him down. He'd ordered his pokemon ahead, and they had taken off, Mac was first to the bridge with the Deino and Mudbray not far behind. He waved for them to cross before realising he was too far behind.

The water was coming quickly. Too quick. He wouldn't make it. He looked at the creek's depth and width. If he was gonna cross, he'd have to do it now. As he slid down one side and charged across the bottom, he reached the other and found no footholds. The three pokemon raced to his aid, but there was little time. He undid the hikers pack, flinging it over the edge, hoping the little guy would be alright. Then he tried scrambling up again.

Fingers clawed at the recently slickened surface, the once rock-hard dirt pulling away in soft clumps. “You gotta be fuckin' KIDDING ME!" he screamed, striding back to take a running charge. “AAAAAAAGH!" He threw himself up the slope, grabbing some of the grass hanging over the edge. But it was dry and broke away easily. 'They never covered this in the Pokedets.'

Thomas looked upstream, towards the literal wall of water crashing down through where they had just left camp. His felt his heart crumple knowing that there was no way he would survive if that thing swept him up. He turned to the clay-like bank in front of him as the sound of his three friends arriving brought a flash of hope. He tried running, but didn't have the speed. He tried climbing but the clay was too soft and crumbly. He'd even tried grabbing but there was nothing strong enough to hold him. Until now.

“Plant your hooves!" Thomas commanded the Mudbray, running to the opposite bank. “I've only got one shot at this!" The roar of water was so loud, he could feel the ground tremble. “Now or never" he muttered under his breath, sprinting for the other side. As he leapt, his feet were knocked to the side as the torrent of water arrived, his aim thrown, Thomas could only make contact with his right hand, wrapping firmly around the Mudbrays right elbow. He impacted against the side of the creek bed, and in seconds was already waist deep in the flood. It pulled him hard, but he held on with every ounce of strength he had.

Mac swung his tail over the edge for Thomas to grab onto, the Deino's mouth clamped down on his chitinous hide to prevent him falling in as well. But when Thomas tried grabbing them he felt them slide across the wet grass. The three of them could tell in an instant it would not work. And Despite the Mudbray's strength, the ground was slowly giving out as the water washed away the side of the banks.

Thomas took a branch to his ribs, knocking the two of them off balance as one of the Mudbrey's front hooves lost its footing. Time slowed for the man, he could see a larger surge of water coming that would breach the banks, and with it several logs and branches that would easily knock the two into the river. The Mudbray was too focused on Thomas to know what was coming. Without thinking he reached through the muddy water and grabbed his wallet, tossing it - and the contact information of both professors - far onto the bank. “It's up to you now!" He shouted.

And let go.

The noise was deafening above water, but was much worse under it. Every pressure wave of a tree branch snapping or rocks crashing into each other was like a fresh migraine shattering Thomas' mind. His head shot through the surface of the water for a moment, the man catching half a breath before being pulled back under. He tried clawing at the bank, but his direction was all messed up and it could have been the creek bed, he couldn't tell.

As he was twisted and turned by the surge, he felt his hand thrown free of the water and smash against something concrete. 'The Bridge!' he thought 'I've gone under the bridge!' Sure enough, as his head flipped to the surface he could see the underside of the car bridge as it shot past, the water seemingly gaining speed. He thought he saw Mac leap alongside the bank, but he was underwater again before his eyes could focus. A tree trunk wedged itself into the creek bed, Thomas slammed against the end jutting out as his breath was knocked from him. He could feel one side above water but his head was being pulled under by the intense weight of water behind it.

Something sharp ripped into Thomas' arm but with his eyes being battered with the dirty torrent, Thomas couldn't make out what was going on. With a mighty pull - dislocating his shoulder - the man crashed to the sodden earth. He coughed up a lungful of the muddy water, rolling onto all fours as he heaved up the remaining water over several wretched breaths. With air returning to Thomas' lungs and oxygen to his blood, his brain began to get back into gear. He wiped the mud from his bloodshot eyes, trying to get a fix on his rescuer.

But the river bank was empty. Thomas blinked, coughing up a little more water. Then a burst of colour blindsided him as he was tackled by Mac. Still confused, he hugged the pokemon tight, scanning the area. But his eyes stung and the rain made it impossible to see far. “Thank you." he coughed, tears flowing hard and heavy in the rain as the Mudbrey and Deino came upon his bruised and bleeding body. The four huddled close, all of them thankful.

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“Boss." The raticate-faced man held the cell phone hard to his ear, the storm overhead playing merry hell with the reception.

“This had better be good news."

The thug looked to his larger counterpart who was investigating a series of cut trees. “We found Bentley's phone."

“And Bentley?"

He held up part of the discovered phone, inspecting the wires and metallic panels hanging loosely from the shattered screen. “Not looking good."

A whistle brought the smaller man's attention to his cohort who was standing next to a small boulder. The larger man was trying to pull something out of it, struggling with all his might until it finally gave way. He held the object out for his partner to see as he walked over.

“Boss?"

“What?!"

“Forget what I said."

“Why?"

The raticate-faced man smiled, turning the Hakamo-o hand scale over in his hand. He used his phone to take a picture, sending it to his Boss. “Things just got a whole lot better."

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