I'll go back there and decline it. I'll take the blame and tell him I changed my mind. I'll get the bail money together and we will make our stand tog...ther. I'm never, ever walking away from you, boy. We started together and we'll go on to the end, together. So help me, God, Cully."The tears were falling freely by then. Girl remained composed.I had no choice. Everything she said was true."You trust him? He's not a psychopath is he, Girl?" No, I do not believe so. He showed me pictures of his. ‘I really don’t care, Catwoman. I’m just here to get Batgirl. I leave this weird shit up to you folks.’ Contrary to what I expected, Catwoman strolled up to me casually, swinging her hips in a hypnotic ballet of her sexuality. She flashed a disarming smile and produced her bullwhip from its side holster. ‘You have no idea what’s happened to her. She was the first test subject. She’s no longer human…she’s a plant, infected by Ivy to do her bidding. Face it, lover boy, she’s gone.’ I thought. I surreptitiously reduced the amount that I gave Steve and myself, while Maya’s almost imperceptivity increased.We were all sitting on the couch in the living room and Steve and I held a spirited conversation on the upcoming ACC football season. As an UNC grad, I stoutly promoted the Tarheels. Steve had attended Clemson and just as resolutely supported his Tigers. Maya listened and occasionally would offer a remark or ask a question; however, with the passage of time, it was quite apparent that. So did I. We kept playing for a few more minutes before our fourth and final friend was out. It was now down to Candy and me. I was determined to win. Not because I truly cared about victory, but because I couldnt wait to see the rest of Candys body. All I had to do was win one handonly a dress stood between me and her underwearand I would be crowned victor. One of our friends dealt the cards. I got a great hand. And it only got better as the game progressed. By the time I was forced to show my.