You have my word Owen,” he concluded. After a long pause, I replied, “Okay, I’ll give it a go.” All Saturday was spent with butterflies in my ...tomach. What if I really didn’t like one or more of the guys? What would I do if a guy really turned me off? I was pleased that there would be no extreme action, as that simply wasn’t my scene. ‘What to do, what to do, what to do. Maybe I should just pull out. However, I do find the thought of an orgy intriguing,’ I thought. I was practically shitting. Just the thought of what she wasproposing made me weak. My heart jumped up into my throat and beatloudly. I was sure she could probably hear it if she listened. 'Well?"she asked; "wouldn't you?" "I know you would, but I need to hear you sayso." I paused. "Yes, I would," I squeaked. "You would what," sheasked. "Like to dress in those things," I said. "What things, tell mewhat things?" "The panties and the rest of that stuff, "I said. "I wantto hear you tell me what you would like to. What on earth were you even protecting here in the courtyard? The flowers?'Could be worse,' you think to yourself. 'I could be that poor sod'.You sneak a peek over to the guardsman on the opposite end of the courtyard. There stood your best friend, Samuel, covered in full plate armour. Or Sir Samuel, as he's been incessantly reminding you. He was the one who roped you into this job in the first place. "Come on, John! You don't want to work in this pigsty forever, do you?" he had asked you 3. She scowls. “Did you, uh, fix it?”“Yes, Ms. Gordon. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in the jeans that she wears, but in costume it’s another matter. Ivy had been the one to design the plant spores that caused Barbara to grow a penis, but it had been Harley’s idea. Barbara is shocked that Ivy enabled it; she might’ve been drunk.The consequences have been serious. Barbara and over a thousand other Gotham women were affected.