Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and my love of younger black guys, ...hich he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh, yeah, That’s why I am mainly. I was a bit curious about that spontaneous kiss between Gina and Lucy however, and I could see Gina was somewhat surprised at herself as well. I guess she may cross more than one border today, nothing I would complain about. I hoped she would, and that it would result in something between the two girls.I came back from my musings of the possibilities latent bisexuality in Gina could bring to my end of the deal when I realized that Lucy and Gina had stopped laughing and was staring at me. Or. Billy will be ready when the time comes but for now I need to recover and again build my supply of semen. I return to the window as Billy continues to whimper and I pour myself another drink. Good quality rum is my brand and today…Knocking…I hear knocking at my door and it sounds rather insistent. Now I am in no condition to answer the door and so I throw on a pair of cutoffs just to hide my nakedness and quickly pad downstairs to see who it is. Thoughtfully I close the door as sound does carry. She slowly drank it all as theytalked.***Robin didn't know that the coffee was laced with a powerful newpsychotropic drug produced by Poison Ivy. It makes the victim extremelyopen to suggestion.Rocco didn't know that Robin's altered body chemistry made the druggreatly more potent than usual.Robin's mind was soon a puddle of clay, ready to be molded by the crimeboss. She stared at nothing with a blank look on her face."Robin, can you hear me?" Yes." Robin, I want you to repeat everything I say..