I was whimpering by the time I could feel them over my penis and onmy testicles. I was sure I was being bitten as well; the itching on my chestand nip...les as well as penis, testicles, legs and feet was overwhelming. Iwas hard for a lot of the time, though, which was actually not good as it exposedyet more sensitive skin to the insects that were so excruciatingly effectivein their delicate torment. After a very long time, she came back to me, and I willingly put up with theshock of the garden. Nothing would ever come of that now, but in my mental state at the time, I hadn't wanted to go near anything that reminded me of her. Of us. Plus, to me, touching any of the bank accounts would have given her...Well, it would have been some sort of contact. Some acknowledgement of existence. I didn't think she deserved that.But now, lying on my bead and I can hear her voice. Or can I? I strain to hear it, suddenly focused for the first time in ages. It sounds concerned but as I struggle to. She reached for the heads of the pair alongside her, and then brought them together so fast that a loud crack was heard. "Thanks, Nightwing," she said, "that was murder in there. I had to watch as Candy took on the name BatBimbo and helped these guys in their nefarious deeds. Gee, I hope I didn't give them anything worse than a concussion!" Having heard Dick's yell, Batgirl came running (and remember, she's running in six inch heels!) and soon found Batwoman and Nightwing tying up two. He tried to look down at his arms but something around his neck was holding his head back and not allowing it to move in any direction. When he tried to move his legs he felt them immobilised too and he could see that they were fastened into stirrups with thick leather straps, slightly raised. What the bloody hell was going on? He tried to free himself but all that did was cause his bonds to squeak and creak. When he tried to call out he realised his mouth was filled. He crossed his eyes to try.