One of the girls phoned me a cab and I somehow managed to tell the driver where to go, in between fits of the giggles. When we arrived outside my hous...e I realised that I couldn’t find any money to pay the fare and must have spent it all on booze. It was only about a fiver, but the guy said he wouldn’t let me off and was going to wait while I went in the house and got it. It must have been about 4am, so there was no way I was going to wake up my mum and dad, asking them for some money, they. HE COULDN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT THE THICK DICK IN PUBLIC BUT HE COULD HANDLE THE TWO FORMER STATEMENTS. PATTY'S PHONE RANG, HE LOOKED AT HER, AND SHE DIDN'T ANSWER, BUT MET HIS GAZE AND KEPT IT WITH THOSE SEXY EYES. KYLE KNEW HE SHOULD LOOK AWAY BUT COULDN'T PLUS SHE DIDN'T AND IT WASN'T UNCOMFORTABLE AT LEAST NOT IN THE TRADITIONAL SENSE. “WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?SHIT!” HE TURNED BACK TO THE CONVERSATION AT HAND AND HEARD CYNTHIA HUFF. KYLE STARTED TO LOOK INTO HER EYES AGAIN AND THE MOTION OF HER. Quicker to laugh and giggle. Nothing alarming. Nothing remarkable. Nothing definable like, this is new, she was doing this another way before.In some aspects, she’s changed in obvious, easily recognized ways. Happier, healthier, slimmer, and more beautiful than ever. But the little changes intrigue me. It’s as if, she is unconsciously copying, being influenced by, a recent new acquaintance, or someone we haven’t met yet, or can’t quite remember. Can’t identify. Can’t say, that’s her, that’s who. ’ She paused to look at her two companions in the conference room, giving a distasteful glance at the table top where she’d recently been found hog-tied, half naked and with a very uncomfortable message shoved up her fanny. The shiny black-suited figure of the ‘boss’, Catwoman, was lounging back in her chair, looking only half-interested. Next to her Catgirl sat attentively forward, her arms resting on a leather note-pad, pen in hand, ready to take notes. Her black suit with the pink flecks.