Yuta is "humiliated" by Fuyuhiko stealing (who he thinks is) his girlfriend, but gets to have fun anyway

This was definitely a new situation for the young Asahina. He'd always been alone with a woman before dirty things started transpiring. Although, on second thought, he realized someone else had watched him having sex last week, when he allowed his lust for Cube to derail his chance at earning much from his participation in that shady 'clinical trial'... honestly though, he'd been so focused on the gorgeous short-haired punk girl on his lap that he'd not paid the doctor any mind. But just standing there awkwardly while someone else was getting lucky? It suddenly struck him as awkward. "Uh, I'm still part of a job here, I guess? So, sure, if you want me to." he said innocently.

Kuzuryu had just yanked off Jazz's boyshorts, leaving her in nothing but a sports bra. He bent down and began kissing her lower body.... her stomach, her hips, and then started licking her inner thighs, one side and then the other, in a showy, sensuous way. All of this made the skater girl laugh softly. "Ah, that tickles..." she said. "Ow... Ow! Hey, are you biting me?" she asked with a raise of her eyebrow. "Come on, go easy on me, Mr. Kingpin. Do you want me to help you out of your-"

"No. You stay there. Gekokujo, right?" Kuzuryu said eagerly before starting to lick the delicate folds between her legs. Soon he was pushing her back, rolling her hips up so he could run his tongue all the way from the front to the back. "All covered in filthy sweat." he said, taking a deep sniff. "Hey, Asahina! You know that I'm tasting your crush's pussy right now? She wanted this to happen from the very beginning, she was wet for me before I even got started."

"I guess so?" Yuta said awkwardly. "It does sound like she likes you. And you have a handsome face, so it isn't too surprising."

Having stood up, Kuzuryu squeezed the tan-skinned tomboy's legs together and started probing at the place between her legs with two stiff fingers. It wasn't long before he slipped them in and started sawing them in and out of her, making vigorous side-to-side motions as he ground his knuckles against her pubic mound. "Ah... uhhh... that's a good idea but relax your fingers, dude, you're doing it too hard..." Jazz said in mild annoyance. It didn't last long though. Soon, Kuzuryu had stripped himself down to the skivvies as well and was unveiling himself. Whereas Yuta was notably well endowed for his size, Kuzuryu was merely average. Simply because that's where the action was Yuta gave it a good look. Belatedly, he noticed that he was, in fact, staring at his classmate's erect cock at the same time that Fuyuhiko did. But rather than being offended, the lanky young "entrepreneur" seemed gratified.

"Yeah, we're not in high school anymore, huh? A bad-ass street smart girl like her isn't interested in some after-school-athletics-club attending, perfect attendance score flatterer!" Fuyuhiko slid his hand over the side of one of the white-haired girl's breasts. "Jazz, you're the real prize... all those other delinquents in your gang are just dead weight compared to you. They love their competitions and their bragging but if they need to go to someone else's streets where it's not safe, who do they trust to lead the way?" He ran his tongue lasciviously up and down the tanned young woman's washboard abs and then squeezed both of her breasts fondly, pushing them together and feeling the springy softness of the naturally perky treasures.

Fuyuhiko continued: "You saw right through me, didn't you? I'd never hire those stupid 'Shocker' whores. You're the only partner I ever want." He leaned in and took one of her stiff, dark nipples into his mouth and started sucking on it even as he started to rub his hard length up between her legs.

"Wow." Jazz said with at teasing, sardonic tone in her voice. "And you just got finished calling him a flatterer. You're such a dork, Fuyu. Are you really going to take it this far, though?" She teased one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading herself open and running her hands through his hair while his face was against her chest. "What would your parents think if they knew you were letting a street rat errand runner seduce you? Or what a kinky boy you are?"

He didn't respond to that directly but rested his shaft on top of her abs. "Here we go. Too late to change things now, it's going to happen. I'm going to make love to Jazz right in front of you, Asahina, her knowing you're nothing but a weak-willed nice guy living in his sister's shadow."

Never the quickest on the uptake, Yuta naturally focused on the last one. "Hey, that's not fair, I can beat my sister if there's no handicap!" He made a face and frowned. "Um... that is, except for swimming... or gymnastics... or-"

"Do you think you're going to cry?" Fuyuhiko said lasciviously, with a somewhat disturbing look in his eye, licking his lips as he stared at Yuta.

Of course, the weak-willed guy living in his sister's shadow who Fuyuhiko asked was more vexed than distraught. So effortless had been his success with girls for so long that jealousy wasn't a concept that came naturally to him. "Probably not? Of course, you should never try to intimidate someone into something like that, that would be terrible. But Jazz, you're okay with doing something like that with Kuzuryu-san, right?"

Jazz rolled her head to look at him and gave him a snort and a smirk. "Sure, I always thought he... you... were cute, Fuyu. But he could learn more about a little thing called subtlety!" she added with a giggle, resting one of her feet up on his shoulder and laying her other one flat against the table.

"Okay!" Yuta nodded. "It does sound like you know what makes her special better than I do, Fuyuhiko. Jazz is really nice to look at, you're lucky that she likes you, Kuzuryu-san. I'm jealous!"

The way he said it was just phrased as a polite joke, but the other young man responded to hearing it said that way with a manic grin. He grabbed the tall, athletic girl's waist and pulled her forward. His aim was a little off, so his erect shaft ended up skidding over the surface of her crotch and rubbing against her lower stomach.

Jazz yelped in surprise, but then it turned into a giggle. "Ah! So over eager! I need to take you on a proper date one of these days, Fuyu... let me guess, your only experience has been with sex workers?"

Fuyuhiko suddenly snapped his gaze back to Jazz and blushed. His voice cracked awkwardly as he responded. "Wh- well, my uncle said that I needed to know the basics if I was going to be a street boss so he sent this girl with sheet music on her stockings and... hold on, I mean, who told you that? I'll kick their ass!"

Jazz got a fit of the giggles again and put her hands over her eyes. "Oh Fuyu, you're so cute! I didn't mean it as an insult. I guess you'd find out in a few seconds anyway but I'm not exactly a pure, untouched maiden myself. I'm just saying, you should ask a girl you're with if she's ready first! Just because you need to be ruthless and feared in organized crime doesn't mean it's okay to be rough with girls!" She paused. "That is... generally speaking, you shouldn't be rough with girls, whether or not they've been paid. Personally, I kind of like it when a cute guy holds me down and fucks me hard."

All while she was speaking Jazz had been rubbing herself up against Fuyuhiko's genitals, grinding her clit against his hard length. It soon became more than he could take. "AHHHHH!" he let out an almost furious roar as he swung Jazz's hips forward in his grasp and then pulled her towards him again. Yuta could clearly see his supposed "rival" (in a rivalry that he'd just learned about a few minutes ago) pushing the straining purple head oh his cock past the athletic white-haired skater girl's pussy lips. Just as she'd intimated, Fuyuhiko didn't hesitate at all, and drove himself all the way inside her in a single motion. Without pausing, he started bucking his hips back and forth sharply, going from 'zero to sixty' in moments and starting to fuck her so hard that her perky bosoms bounced back and forth with each clap of his hips against her thighs.

Jazz clearly didn't mind in the slightest. Her voice, normally a little on the deep side, was given over to breathy, feminine gasps as he penetrated her. "Unh! Ungh! Oh yeah, I like it when you go deep like that! You greedy, spoiled brat! Hee hee hee..." She smiled mischievously over at Yuta. "Look Fuyu, that cute boy from your high school is blushing! I bet he knows there's no way he could ever fuck me like this!"

Fuyuhiko leaned forward as she teased one of her feet over his neck and the side of his face, laying on her side so that Yuta could get the best view of her gorgeous body shaking in time with each thrust. Jazz assertively grabbed one of Fuyu's wrists and encouraged him to keep squeezing her breast. "It makes you really hot to have him watching us doesn't it, Fuyu~? I think this is what they call netorare?" Jazz asked with a giggle.

"Yeah! Fuck yes! Don't you dare close your eyes, Asahina-san! You can jack off if you want to, but watch every moment as I netorare your girlfriend right in front of you!"

Slow on the uptake though he might be, when it was spelled right out for him, even Yuta understood what was going on. Being an athlete, seeing other young men naked was a completely routine thing for him, but this was the first time he'd watched another guy having sex. To his surprise, it was quite exciting, and before Fuyuhiko had mentioned it, he'd noticed his shorts getting tighter.

After all, Fuyuhiko was paying both of them, and it was better to make him happy if possible, right? "Oh... my, uh, my sweet Jazz, who I've given my heart to and who I've been dreaming about getting to touch for the first time for so long..." Yuta said awkwardly. "Wow, such netorare. I had no idea this level of netorare was even possible. I think I really must be the Ultimate Cuckold."

Jazz bit her lip and giggled again. But it really seemed to do the trick with Fuyu. He grabbed Jazz's lower legs and pushed himself into her balls deep, grinding against her crotch with his and bending down to kiss her hungrily on the lips, ramming his tongue into her mouth.

As much of a tough guy front as Fuyuhiko put up it soon became clear that Jazz was just as strong as him, as she pushed him back, making his cock slip free. But it was only so she could change positions. She got up on her hands and knees and wiggled her butt at him. "Let's go, Fuyu. I'm nothing but a street bitch that your parents would think is worth less. But even if I'm just a stray, you can't resist fucking me like a horny dog, can you?"

The teenaged gangster's only response was a ****, strained grunt as he leaped at her, thrusting his lengthy cock inside her again... this time he went in just an inch at a time, drawing it out and using one of his hands to rapidly flick over her clit as she did so. Jazz looked forward at Yuta. "Hey... you heard the big man, right Asahina-san? He said it's okay for you to jack off. So go ahead."

With a blush, Yuta decided he didn't really need to pretend. Dropping his shorts to his ankles with one smooth motion he grasped his erect cock in his hand and spat in his palm before starting to stroke himself. Yuta didn't do this sort of thing often... by the standards of 18 year old boys, at any rate... but he'd had enough girls give him expert-level handjobs that he was quite good at pleasuring himself, and he did so with great gusto.

Seeing Yuta jacking himself off while watching him fuck Jazz doggy style seemed to be exactly what Fuyuhiko had wanted. He was enjoying it so much that he eased off of his earlier relentless pace and started pulling back, flicking with his middle finger while almost fully withdrawn, the swollen head of his cock only halfway past her pink petals before sliding all the way into her again.

"MMMnhhhh! AH SHIT! SHIT!" As befitting a street-savvy tomboy like herself, Jazz's words when she climaxed weren't especially ladylike. "Ohhhh, yeah... That's so good... you just made me cum, Fuyu. You've got amazing stamina... Let me know when you're getting close yourself, I want to wear your hot cum all over my tits."

Yuta picked up the pace as well. Jazz put a finger in her mouth, balancing on her elbows as she shook in time with Fuyuhiko's slowing thrusts. "Hey... you know, I've always really liked the idea... of getting to have fun with two guys at the same time. Since we're, hee hee, humiliating Asahina-san, you know what I think would be really degrading? For him to come over here so I can suck his cock while he has to watch you fuck my pussy in ways he never could..."

Fuyuhiko halted for a moment, glancing. His one visible eye narrowed dangerously, and Yuta momentarily felt a disconcerting chill. But then, the kinky young crime boss flashed his teeth in a manic grin and chuckled evilly. "Yes, yes! Get your worthless ass over here, Yuta, you pathetic cuck! This is all you'll ever get so enjoy it while you can!

Jazz's supple light brown skin was dappled with sweat now and she was breathing heavily as she took hold of Yuta's cock when he came up was requested. She spoke in a low voice, seemingly to herself. "Mmmmhhh... fucking sweet... spit roasted by two hotties, this must be good karma for when I gave that homeless grandma a 500 piece yesterday... Mew is gonna be so jealous when I tell her..."

The gears worked in Yuta's brain, but before he could quite make the connection that one of Mew's friends bragging about having a three way with Yuta might harm his chances with the sweet, innocent blue-haired skater girl, the short-haired girl in front of him was yanking him forward by his hips and taking his cock past her smooth lips. He moaned helplessly as she started running her tongue all over his shaft.

Clearly Jazz was no stranger to this. In fact, she did something no girl had ever done with him before... she slid his cock all the way to the back of her throat, but when Yuta felt that tight ring of flesh squeezing against his cockhead, it relaxed and opened like a flower. Jazz's throat visibly bulged as she took his cock all the way down, letting him into her throat until Yuta's ballsack was resting against her lower lip and chin, allowing her agile tongue to lavish his manly orbs.

After a few moments, Jazz pulled her head back, and slid her lips off his cock, taking a deep breath. "Oh wow, he's so nervous looking..." she said as she flashed her eyes up at Yuta. "Don't tell me you never had a girl give you deep throat before, Asahina-san? Those rich girls from good families are such prudes."

Fuyuhiko had paused, watching all this with awe. It seemed like jealousy and posessiveness was very much his kink, as his hands squeezed Jazz's fit, supple body so tightly that his knuckles were growing white. Fuyu shifted his grip to take Jazz by the shoulders so he could begin driving himself into her again... not 'hard', but with very long and firm strokes.

'Darn', Yuta thought to himself. 'Looking back, I was really rude to Fuyuhiko... I realize that now. I never knew before, but having sex with a beautiful girl together can be a really great bonding experience with another guy. I wonder if it would be awkward and ruin the moment if I asked him if he wants to be friends and hang out sometime? Or maybe go on a double date if I can convince Mew? Oh, I think that would be awkward..."

The brief span of time when coherent thoughts were able to form in Yuta's mind came to an end as he felt Jazz's lips slide over his cock again. Instead of the deep throat this time she just ran her lips and tongue up and down his length, applying suction even as she tightened up around Fuyuhiko's hard cock each time his hips made her firm, bubbly butt shake with the impact.

After just a few minutes, Fuyuhiko's breathing was clearly becoming ragged, coming sharply through gritted teeth. Jazz pulled back until her lips were at the tip of Yuta's cock. Wanting more pleasure, Yuta put his hand on the back of Jazz's head and thrust his hips forward, stuffing himself all the way into her mouth again. He felt a pleasant vibration as Jazz vibrated her throat... it was almost like she was singing, with his cock as the microphone! Yuta was in a state of bliss.

"Mffm, mmmfh! Pffff ahmmm!" Jazz shifted awkwardly in her bent over stance and wiggled her hips to the side, shuffling one of her legs as if to get down off the table. But Fuyuhiko just gave her bouncy rump a hard swat with his hand and started grinding his hips against hers, squeezing his balls against her hot, dribbling labial lips as a shudder built up in his core.

Fuyuhiko's eyepatch slipped off awkwardly as he threw his head back, the ponytailed boy groaning in ecstasy as his cock swelled up inside Jazz's pussy. The athletic girl could feel his cock start twitching and spurting inside her as he finally fulfilled his fantasy, firing off a jet of hot, sticky semen as he held himself balls deep inside her.

Much to Yuta's surprise and dismay, right when he was about to come as well, Jazz suddenly slammed a fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him and sending him collapsing painfully on his bottom, ankles tangled up in his shorts. "OOOF!"

Balancing on one palm, Jazz pushed hard with one of her hands against Fuyuhiko's nearly-hairless chest. "Dude! Hold up...!" she said, looking back over her shoulder.

But although Jazz succeeded in pushing Fuyu partly away from her, he just bucked his hips forward again, lost in the moment. He bared his teeth as he waggled his cock up and down while Jazz clenched her tight cunt around him as if milking him dry. Fuyuhiko's balls flexed and he fired two more pulses of hot cum inside her. When Jazz crawled as far forward as she could without falling off the table, there was only a tiny dribble of white left on Fuyuhiko's cock as he collapsed backwards, exhausted.

"Uh... you're going to do it on my breasts, right? Fuyuhiko? Like I said?" Jazz asked, her formerly confident voice taking on an awkward inflection.

"Ohhhh... Jazz... that was... amazing. I came so hard. I can't wait until I'm ready to go again..." Fuyuhiko was clearly off in his own world, a dopey smile on his face as he lovingly stroked the back of Jazz's thigh.

The short-haired girl spread her legs wider and bent her head down to look between her own legs just in time to see (and feel) a warm, sticky white droplet ooze its way out from her pussy lips. She huffed indignantly and rolled her eyes. "Oh maaaaan! Seriously? You came inside of me? Damn it, Fuyu, didn't any of those sex workers you practiced on ever tell you you're supposed to pull out before you go?"

Jazz hiked up one of her legs and spread her pussy with two fingers, clenching and trying to encourage the young mob boss's seed to drip out. "That's not cool." she bonked her forehead softly against the table and gave an exasperated groan.

"Huh?" Fuyuhiko belatedly noticed that his eyepatch was hanging to the side, revealing that his eye was perfectly healthy and functional, and pushed it back into place. "I wasn't supposed to, Jazz? I'm sorry..." his voice was much softer than anything he'd said earlier. "You were squeezing me so hard... I thought you wanted me to."

When she saw that Fuyuhiko had blown his load too deep inside her for her to be able to push it out in this position, Jazz moved into a sitting position with her legs spread apart and hiked up. She put a hand over her eyes. "Fuuuuck... I guess it's partly my fault too. I've got to learn to stop getting so lost in the moment that I forget to tell guys that we need to stop and get a condom."

She glanced over at Yuta just as he was working up his courage to ask if it was okay to finish the blowjob. "And it's your fault too, Yuta! Um... I'm sorry I hit you like that, but I was trying to tell Fuyuhiko-kun that he needed to pull out, but," she rolled her eyes and smirked sardonically, "someTHING was keeping my tongue occupied. Normally I wouldn't mind a guy grabbing my head when I'm sucking if that's what he likes, but..." she sighed. "Nah, that one's my fault too, I guess. Sorry again for hitting you, Yuta. I hope it didn't hurt too much."

Darn, Yuta gulped. His cock was throbbing painfully hard, but he decided not to press his luck, and reluctantly tucked it back into his shorts as he stood up. "Oh, don't worry about that at all, Jazz, I'm fine! Trust me, my sister punches MUCH harder." he said with a smile, grabbing the back of his head bashfully. "It's not too much of a problem, is it?"

Jazz had no hint of feminine embarrassment as she slipped a finger inside herself and brought out a gooey, sticky strand of white jizz, shaking it off on the floor. "Dunno. I'm not on the pill and today isn't a safe day for me, so it looks like I'm in for another tense couple of weeks waiting for my next period. Fuyuhiko's dad is a pretty scary guy, I'd rather not have to go up to him and explain he's going to be a grandpa already."

Yuta's eyes widened and he awkwardly grinned, before forcing himself to frown again. Jazz's voice was remarkably flippant and casual. "Ah.... well... Fuyuhiko could always blame it on me, I guess! Do you wanna have a 'round two'?"

Jazz's mouth trembled and then she sputtered and broke out laughing. "Snrrk! Pffthahaha! Oh wow, the balls on this dude! Fuyu, did you hear that? Nevermind the 'ultimate cuckold', I think this guy is more like the ultimate smartass."

"Eheh... heh... heh." Fuyuhiko was pale and his face covered in sweat, and he was clearly forcing himself to laugh awkwardly. "Uh... Jazz... shouldn't you go to the bathroom and... shower, or bathe to help get it out?"

"Oh, nah," Jazz said as she hopped down onto the floor and started retrieving her clothes. "Jeez Fuyuhiko-kun, you must have been even more of a delinquent than me, at least when it comes to skipping sex ed class... that won't help. Nothing to do now but keep out fingers crossed. Hey, look on the bright side," she added with a grin and a wink, "in a couple hours we can fool around again without needing to worry about it. Damage has already been done, right? We should probably make an appearance soon with our clothes back on before those goons outside get too suspicious, though."

Fuyuhiko was unable to suppress a grin, clearly already thinking about that 'round two'. Yuta, for his part, was forcing himself to keep grinning despite a case of blue balls that was starting to ache terribly, trying to will his erection to go down.

"Hmmm..." Jazz ran a hand through her sweaty hair, then pulled her boyshorts back on and stuffed a tissue in them to absorb the cum dribbling out. "So... assuming it wasn't just a pretense, there's still a delivery that needs to be made."

"Jazz, you don't-" Fuyuhiko started to say softly.

"No, no - don't say another word," Jazz said, putting a finger against his lips. "What we just did was 100% because I wanted to, Fuyuhiko, I don't want the thought to even cross your mind that I was trying to manipulate you for favors or whatever. The GGs are a tough, bad-ass gang and the best skaters and couriers in this city, not just a bunch of hookers." She put a finger up to her mouth, thought, and snickered a little. "That is, I mean, we do have sex with guys for money, but who doesn't in this town? Fuck knows all the tourists coming here every month aren't interested in the lame-ass scenery. The point is, I don't wanna mix business with pleasure."

"Buuuut," she ran a hand down Fuyuhiko's chest and teased one of her fingers around one of his nipples, "at the same time, it would be a shame to just skate off into the night after such a sweet guy confessed to me after having a crush on me for years. Kinky sex is nice but sometimes a girl just wants to cuddle all night afterwards, and watch the sunrise together. Doesn't that sound nice, Fuyu~?"

"Yes! Oh yes, Jazz!" Fuyuhiko beamed and started bouncing excitedly on his heels like an eager puppy, looking not so different from Yuta after all, for a moment.

"Then it's settled! We'll shake off those muscleheads outside and go somewhere nice and private, like a love hotel or something." Jazz smiled sweetly at him. "Maybe I'll even tell you my real name... hmmm, nah, that's really more of a 'third date' thing."

Yuta, though not the smartest guy, did intuit that commenting on the contrast with the fact that Jazz considered having unprotected sex as part of a three-way to be more appropriate for a first date than sharing her given name would be just a little bit crass. "Um... I hope I'm not out of line, but if you want to go spend some private time with Fuyuhiko, maybe I could make the delivery on my own? I'll be really careful, and I promise, there's no way some dumb thief or mugger could ever catch up with me, I'll leave 'em in the dust if they try!" He puffed out his chest, but then thought... Piranha, Gum, and Mew were all very fast on their skates. Even though he had a natural athletic advantage over them as females, there was no way he could outrun even a girl on skates. But he hadn't seen any guys roaming this graffiti-bedecked district on rollerblades, just the GGs, who were all girls. What were the odds that a girl would try to rob him? That was silly, even delinquent girls like Gum and her friends didn't do things like that.

"Daaaaamn! You're a mind reader, Yuta!" Jazz smiled, winking and giving him a thumbs up. "And you're SUCH a nice guy, I bet you aren't even going to ask for a bigger cut of the pay, right?"

"Uh..." Yuta blinked a few times. "R-right! Of course not! After I accidentally stopped you from telling Fuyu that you needed him to pull out, it's the least I could-"

"HEY!" The ponytailed dark-haired young man stopped getting dressed and shook his fist angrily. "Asahina-san, you bastard, what makes you think you can call me a pet name like that? Do you want to get your legs broken so badly, you dumb fuck?!"

Yuta was starting to stammer an apology, but Jazz punched Fuyuhiko painfully hard on the top of his head. "Fuyu, it may be cute how you like to act tough sometimes, but seriously, you need to learn to take a fuckin' chill pill." She turned back to Yuta. "It's getting really late, so you better get going, Yuta. Whatever you do, do NOT let the cops pick you up with this stuff, okay? When you deliver it, you'll get an attache case with proof of payment inside. I'll give you the address to the place where me and some of the other GGs hang out, so you can drop it off there."

Blinking, Yuta broke into a grin. "R-really? Does a blue-haired girl named Mew go there?"

"Yeah, sometimes." Jazz shrugged. "Awww... do you have a crush on her?"

"No, no!" Yuta stammered.

"You're blushing, man." Jazz put her hands on her cheeks. "That's so adorable. You're in luck though, she's single! Uh, technically. You know how it is."

Now this time, Yuta's brain DIDN'T quite manage to read between the lines. So he just nodded dumbly.

Jass continued. "But since you did something to piss off Gum, Piranha, AND Cube, they probably won't want you hanging around, and Mew has an absolutely batshit unpredictable schedule. Sometimes she'll be up for 24 hours straight, sometimes she'll sleep in until sunset, so there's no telling when she'll be around. Hm... You'll need some excuse for coming inside instead of just dropping off the case. Gum said that we need to recruit some new members... but, since Tab and Corn and the others are still in jail, Gum said that it'd be disrespectful and dangerous to let any new guys join the gang. Do you know any girls who like urban sports and stuff?"

"Oh, I know one who's the best!" Yuta nodded eagerly, not thinking through what he was saying.

"Hey..." Fuyuhiko furrowed his eyebrow and squinted suspiciously. "Wait a second... I thought Jazz was your girlfriend, or at least your crush. Were you... lying to me, Asahina?"

Yuta got a deer in the headlights look. Basic self preservation told him that pointing out the fact that it was Fuyuhiko who'd jumped to that conclusion and not anything he said was nigh-suicidal. So instead, he grabbed up the bag that he and Jazz had been ordered to deliver. "I'll see you tomorrow Jazz! Have fun! And I'll be super careful!" he shouted on his way to dashing out the door.