"Oh God, I'm so sore," she said, getting up off the ground to gather her things and put them in the basket."That bastard! What he did to you. I could ...ill him," Steven said.He helped her with the basket, and he picked up her dress and helped her on with it. She placed her panties and bra in the basket. He put his trench coat back on and they headed back to her house. He carried the basket for her and held her hand in his as they walked the old path back through the woods."I just want to run a. An awesome responsibility Eric, to have a Bachelor's of god-dom." Exactly! I worry about the Superman syndrome. How did Superman ever find the time to chat with Lois Lane? With so much injustice in the world, shouldn't he be on call 24/7 saving people. Is that what I should be doing? My sense sphere right now is 1327 meters. I could patrol it with my mind; make it a crime-free, drug-free zone." Eric, you can't be responsible for the universe! That's God's job, the real God! You don't have to. I was surprised as to how such a sweet girl wasn’t committed. She, however, told that she had a very close friend whom she used to share everything with.Over time of a month, we used to talk daily. Since she was in a training period, she used to stay in a hotel sponsored by the company. So, she used to talk late in the nightstand we got to know about each other. She once admitted that she had a crush on me but she was unlucky since I was married. I didn’t reply back but then, that was the time,. “So what did she decide,” Jenny asked.“Who the fuck knows,” I asked no one. That was just before the land line in the motel rang.“Come to the Pink Pussie alone now,” Eve’s voice demanded just before the line went to dial tone.“I got to run’ I said to Jenny. “Sorry you weren’t invited.”“Now we know,” she said irritated.“Circumstantial evidence,” I said. I slipped the baton and the .38 in my pocket. “Go to your room and lock the door. Don’t open the door to anyone except me, period.”I walked.