Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

Chapter Eight

Another year and a half passed after that conversation, one in which life fell into a comfortable rhythm for the two women. Sara found that she enjoyed having Penny around all the time, no longer did they have to get up early, one cooking breakfast while the other made a quick dash to market for things like bread and milk. Likewise the house was cleaner, neater and even the garden was showing promising results. More importantly there were the few minutes in each day that she could simply slip into the house and show her lovely wife how much she loved her.

“Mrs. Richards?” Lars asked one morning.

Sara looked to the boy, well near man now as he was all of sixteen. Lars though looked as though his world had fallen down around him. “What happened” she asked him, abruptly serious. “Sissy dumped you for a Pikachu?”

“No Mam” Lars answered. “Its about PokeTech School. Do you have to be single to go?”

“No Lars you don’t” the older woman answered. “Several of my classmates were married before they started and a few even married after meeting each other at school....” A nova went off in her head. “How far along is Sissy.”

“Four months but how did you know?” he asked.

“Your both of legal age with parental consent and you have been spending a lot of time together practicing hunting pokemon” Sara answered. Lars fathers PokeHall ran the same one day class once every three months as Sara had attended the redhead remembered, almost all Pokehalls did. Both Lars and Sissy had easily passed their tests months ago. “Four months would be about right, if she caught the first time.”

Lars sighed, dropping into one of the shops few chairs. “I guess she did. We really didn’t mean to go so far so fast so I wasn’t prepared the first time. Honest, I was the rest of the time I guess we just thought you couldn’t catch the first time.”

It took quite a bit for Sara not to laugh. ‘First Time Free’ was a common belief among the uninitiated, including herself she remembered. Thankfully in her case she hadn’t caught, considering what her tastes truly turned out to be. “So what are you going to do then” she asked.

“If I marry her mom and dad will let her move in. I have been, kinda lightly?” His tone indicated anything but. “Informed that I need to find a job or profession. Now.”

“So you still want to be a Pokeball Technician?” Sara asked.

“If its possible” Lars agreed. “Dad could use one and it wouldn’t affect your business much since by law, as long as there is a Pokeshop in town I’d only be able to work on our own Pokeball’s. Guild rules and all.”

Reaching under her counter Sara withdrew a sealed envelope. “Then I guess that you will need this” she decided, laying the envelope on her counters top.

Lars stood, staring at the envelope. “The letter” he asked, stepping forward. “Dad said you would have to write it, seeing as we’d be taking some of your business away. He said he would ask, but... This is a really big favor Mrs Richards.”

“I’ll lose three balls a week on average at best” Sara reminded the boy. “And since he can’t legally resell to non-students his visitors will have to buy from me. Believe me Lars, the loss of work and sells to your farther will only mean I have to work a bit harder. Besides it will be three years at least before you graduate.” She winked at the boy as he took the envelope. “By then I shall have cornered the market in Pokeball’s and if I have too I’ll have Penny out here in near nothing to drag in all the boys. He’ll never have a chance.”

Lars blushed at Penny’s name. “You know a lot of the boys around here were really upset when you married Miss Blossom” he reported. “She was, well she was all our dream girl.”

“Now she’s my dream girl Lars. You have Sissy, which Penny tells me is a very, very pretty girl and whom I’ve noticed looks an awful lot like Penny, though shorter. Why don’t you bring her by some time, I’d really like to meet her close up seeing as you have been bringing her things over for repair instead of her.” She giggled, touching her cheek with one finger. “Oh I have it, you thought I’d steal her away from you!”

Slipping the envelope into his jacket pocket Lars grinned. “Actually Mrs. Richards you have it exactly right. She thinks a lot of you and your wife for getting married and Mrs. Richards for giving up her career to be a housewife.”

“Being a wife, husband, mother or father are a career in themselves Lars. Just ask either of our parents.” She noted a group coming to the door and pointed it out to her visitor. “Better get home and apply for school, it looks like I’ve got a hunting group. That means I’ll be busy the next few days.”

“Okay Mrs. Richards. Bye, and I will ask mom and dad.” Lars left as the bedraggled hunting group came in, seven young men and women, each already looking to her as though she were a long lost Goddess.

Sara finally lost it as the door closed behind them, laughing as the seven approached her. Lars had gotten his girlfriend pregnant.