Of course not.

"Hey brat! Heard you got a pokemon finally."

You groan inwardly as you know only one self indulgent shit stain who had that voice.

"Come on now doll, how about turn around so I can take a look at those nice perky tits of yours. Only thing you are gonna be ever good for since you chose the weakest pokemon there was." Gary laughed as he approached. His eyes staring at my chest.

"Why haven't you left yet. Didn't you get your pokemon last week?" I asked him, my annoyance practically dripping off my words.

"Yeah and then I challenged that Ash guy to a pokemon fight and beat his weak ass. Man you should of see him. He practically cried when my squirtle beat his pathetic pikachu. What a loser. Anyway. I knew gramps was giving you a pokemon today and wanted to beat you as well. Really prove to all of pallet town I am the best here".

"Can you be any more of an asshole?" He was on my nerves already and we had barely started talking. Of course this was Gary we were talking about.

"Well look at the pot calling the kettle black. That's rather rude language to be coming out of your mouth. Course there is only one thing that mouth is good for and it sure isn't talking. How about this, I challenge you to a pokemon battle. If I win I get a blowjob from you and you have to admit I'm the better trainer!" Gary was clearly enjoying himself.

"Oh your on, but when I win you have to apologize to my charmander, give me the reward fee, and I get one favor of my choosing. To be redeemed whenever I want. Sound fair?" I asked. I just really hoped charmander could take this jerk.

"Deal. Not like there is a snowball's chance in a forest fire that you will win. Go squirtle! Kick that lizards butt and I will give you extra food tonight!" His squirtle appeared in a flash of light. Looking quite eager to get the fight started.

"Let's go charmander! Show this asshole he messed with the wrong trainer!"