Dude, you sick bastered! he would imagine Steve saying while taking his next shoot from the other side of the pool table, Steve is Michaels best frien... since they were kids also eighteen are in Steves house playing a private game of pool and talking about the things Steve would love to do to some hot chick he just met all the while Michael imagining himself as the chick Steve was referring too. Just think about it dude, wouldnt you just love to take some girl off the street and do things to. I closed my eyes and let my head lean back against the inclined back of the bed. ‘Nearly done. Just have to do…’ I could see her sitting on a picnic table in the woods, the wind rustling through the green leaves hanging on the trees, a pair of massive weeping willow trees, one on either side of the table, creating a shield from the rest of the world with their low hanging branches, the table sitting in the green seclusion. It was the little nurse, no doubt, sitting on the table, looking around. He shattered her spear with a powerful slash and quickly gained an edge. His berserker attacks forced her to draw her puny short sword to defend herself. As Janis tripped and stumbled around the cluttered campsite, he was able to hammer her with all his strength.As she stumbled and fell dropping her sword, he kicked it away. Wide-eyed Janis’s blood ran cold as she scrambled to her feet, and tried to pull her knife before he got closer. “Foolish girl!” He bellowed and cracked her over the. , not the easy-going tolerant guy I thought I was marrying. I started to dislike him even before I found out what his true business was.” “So how did that lead to bank robberies?” “My best friend Cindy, someone I’ve known since grade school, was one of the people his bank worked over. I’m not sure he was personally involved but he sure didn’t raise a finger to stop it. He kept tight control over our money – including what I made – so I didn’t have the means to help her, but I wasn’t going to.