Mecca

I got the call a few weeks ago. At the time I thought nothing of it but now, now it just feels right. Convergence. Nature aligning in harmony, it all coming together.

This Thursday I leave for the holy land. No, not San Antonio you sillies - Chapel Hill! Mecca. From there me and my fellow Carolinians will beam good karma and strong manly three pointers into the Carolina team while sapping the will to live from first Kansas and then whoever won the Memphis/UCLA game (most likely those Memphis mutants - I was agog (yes, agog!) at how they dismantled hapless Texas. Kansas wrists shall go limp(er) and their eyes shall cross while they become vexed by the Carolina defense and offense before kowtowing to the wrath of Hansbrough, He Who Shall NOT Be Denied! There shall be much wailing and gnashing of beaks from the Kansas bench. If the unthinkable happens and we lose then we go over to Duke and riot (we don't shit in our own backyard). If we win we go over to Duke and start riots by asking innocuously, "Who won?" and "How'd you do in the tourney?" all innocent like. It's a mutual loathing so don't worry about it.

Normally I would look to MsGrace for Carolina's overall chances in the tourney but she appears to be on one of her legendary three week benders after UConn's ignominious defeat in the first round to USD and is reportedly inconsolable. She was last seen heading towards Storrs with an overinflated basketball muttering, "I'm gonna ram this up Calhoun's ass and make him bounce on it till it pops!" Maybe it hasn't popped yet, who knows? She might be in the slammer, uh, has anybody checked? Anyway most of all I hope she's gotten over the Huskies spanking and is happy and well.

I like to wear my x-ray specs during the game. First of all people tend to leave you alone in the sports bars but mainly because I look cool as hell in them. Now that Carolina has done so well it's become part of 'the ritual' along with eating three oranges during the game so that the Heels can tap extra energy should they need it. They rarely do and I grow plumper.

They're also nifty for checking out the cheerleaders on TV! Oh my those girls are bouncy - yum yum!

Yesterday, during the Davidson/Kansas game I glanced up at the ceiling while rolling my eyes at Bill Self's constant lamentations as Curry lofted another three from Nebraska. He sounded remarkably like I imagine a Princess Grace call sounds, "Dear sweet Lord I'll do ANYTHING to get into a Final Four!"

Normally my ceiling looks like this:


But through my awesome x-ray specs it looked like this!

An omen? No, probably too much mescaline again. I've been struggling with the proper dosage of late. My gaze turns westward and not just because that hot chick bent over to pick up a pencil in the hallway. San Antonio ... looking forward to it from the heart of Carolina's Mecca.

BSG: The Final Cylon Revealed?

I detect certain religious overtones in this pic that I just can't place. What's it mean??? Does it mean that the final cylon might have been inadvertently revealed in this photograph (look closely, it's subtle)? As we all know (right?!) the final season of BattleStar Galactica starts Friday, April 4th at 10PM Eastern on the SciFi channel.

For those of you not up to speed on the series (MsTara, jem) go here for a higher quality recap of the previous three seasons of what you see below. I mean surely you have eight minutes and it's funny! "Helo tells Kara he has a bun in the toaster" LMAO.

NCAA Basketball

As I gaze at the burned out ruin that was Kc's Coffee House I wonder if he's still about. About this time last year he and I were trading banter over the NCAA's - both of us fanatical about our teams. If Carolina wins one more game and Kansas wins two we'll finally get to square off and let the healing begin.

Carolina has to win two more times and Lucky's Texas three more times to face off in the finals.

A long way to go, for all of us.

I hope it happens and naturally I hope Carolina wins it all. They definitely have a shot at it, they're playing quite well but I don't trash talk other teams. All you need is one bad night and it's over. Mainly I hope.

I hope Carolina hits their opening basket.
I hope they play the best team each step of the way.
I hope they play Kansas
I hope they play Texas
and I hope they hand their asses to them - lmao

Good luck guys - up to a point :-)

Jem's Trailer Trash Love

Yeah OK I'm old. I was goofing around with jem in IM this morning and reminiscing and jem will never pass on an opportunity to lift my spirits started calling me grandpa.

It's true well except I'm not literally a grandpa but I was thinking about weird shit that runs down the damaged neural highway that comprises the ruins of what could have been a fine mind and I was bitching to jem over the little things (It's the little things that get you when you weren't paying attention) that suddenly bitch slap you into awareness, the fucking clock is running nimrod. And for all you youngsters out there, are you starting to notice that the clock is running faster and faster? If not, you will.

Do you realize that 1968 was forty years ago? That the Stones and Beatles are now in that classification of 'Golden Rock' along with Bill Hailey and that you can't (or shouldn't) hear the Beatles on any of those 80's 90's now stations?

I remember 1968 ... clearly. In 1968 I use to talk to one of my uncles about the War in the Pacific which was one of my interests and he actually fought in it. In 1968 WWII had ended only 23 years ago, His mother, my grandmother, was directly related to, and KNEW a Civil War veteran who fought at Gettysburg, for the South.

Someday some doofus will be staring at me with wide, wide, eyes, "You actually knew someone who was in the Battle of the Coral Sea?"

That's why jem wants to fuck Britney Spears more than hang with Keith Richards. OK that's not exactly true, jem finds Britney 'better looking.' Because she's young I guess. But of course jem is wrong, jem is blinded by Britney's trailer trash ways, seduced by the twinkie as they say in the porn and fetish sites jem must frequent.

So I ask you, my gentle readers, who's better looking and to be kind to Mr. Richards I'll use a picture from the sixties when he was of a similar age as Ms. Spears.
Whatcha think?

Some might argue that Keith is the better musician (I'm in that camp) than Britney. I've posted a comparison of the two artists playing their instruments. As you can see the years have been hard on Keith, but harder on Britney I fear. I love this pic of Keith playing that blonde Telly tuned to open G (you can tell by the five strings instead of six) a tuning he might not have invented but did popularize.
So I remain unconvinced that Britney is better looking than Keith, AT ANY AGE. Even this one:
Since I know I won't have time later - Happy Easter everyone!!!

You're old (you're old...)
Groaning like a geezer
Yourself a-crackin' like an old has-been
Look at yourself, old man, you've got multiple chins
'Cause you're old
Mmm...

You're old (you're old...)
A wheezing, decrepit windbag
Where you once had muscle, you've got jelly rolls
Buddy, you're as ancient as the Dead Sea Scrolls
Man, you're old
Mm-hmm...
(You're old...)
You're old

ARTIST: Spongebob Squarepants
TITLE: You're Old

Weird Scenes Inside the Bedroom

"I'm so HORNY!" screams teenaged angst ridden wolverBilly as he slams close the front door to his house.

It had been a bad, bad night for Wolver who had started the evening off with high hopes of finally seducing V in a local graveyard. On their way to the graveyard, V's nipples pointing upward like light switches, this weird chick hung herself right in front of them from Bairn's Tree before springing back to life. Wolver shudders at the memory of that girl. V got kinda weird when asked a few simple questions and went running off sobbing... again. Wolver looked for her in some of her usual hangouts but couldn't find her. He did find this pretty cool girl's bicycle in the bushes. It was spray painted black, even the basket on the handlebars, the reflectors, all of it, but a pretty pink peeked out where the spray paint had chipped off. He decided to leave it there, it looked well taken care of.

His wookie demanded attention so he decided to drop by gothGirl's apartment. Maybe she would be in the mood for him even though he'd blown her off in pursuit of V. As he approached he saw an eerie blue light coming from one of the windows. Peering in he saw gothGirl lift the device from a badly twitching cock. It was that weird old man who sicked his dog on wolverBilly when he was lying helpless in jem's bushes! Wolver barely has time to duck below the window before she activates the device, a bright flash filling the room. A moan comes from the room. When Wolver cautiously peers over the windowsill he sees a naked, buck toothed teenager standing at the foot of the couch.

"Now may I stroke for you?" he asks, his voice cracking.

GothGirl lays back on the couch, fully clothed and smiles at the eighteen year old kid, "Sure fortunate guy but no cumming!"

"My name is lucky!"

"No, I believe you said you were Princess's naughty whore. Now stroke and then fuck me before I send you naked into the night to tell your Pretty Princess what a naughty, bad pet you've been but that you didn't cum in my nineteen year old pussy!" She checks her watch, "You've got about two hours before you revert back to that quirky old guy. I've made some modifications to my device after my first experiment went a little wrong. Now stroke it and tell me what a whore you are!"

Pathetic moans and whimpers come from the room as gothGirl laughs and taunts the dude frantically whacking off in front of her before she looks out the window and sends Wolver a pretty clear message on his chances with her tonight.


Having just slammed to door to his house in frustration Wolver doesn't notice V duck back into the shadows of the foyer, his cry of horniness making her nervous. The last thing she wants to deal with is a horny Wolver, she wanted to see what he thought of her poem, Now that you're gone ... Wolver trudges past on his way to the master bedroom, so occupied with that bulge in his pants he doesn't even notice her!

Wolver's wookie is inflamed, straining against his leather pants. He's completely consumed with want and need. He simply must cum but not alone, not again. He wants to be with someone, anyone. Well not anyone - quickly adjusting his thoughts down those lines. Someone young maybe, like V but a whole lot naughtier! Naked, he sits on his bed and does google search on 'phonesex.' About a billion hit results come back. "This is going to be tougher than I thought," he thinks.

V cautiously peers around the door seeing Wolver sitting on the end of the bed with a cordless phone next to him, looking at his laptop. His wookie both fascinates and grosses her out at the same time. She sees him pick up the phone and jab in a bunch of numbers. She creeps back to the kitchen and picks up a cordless phone there. She presses the talk button, followed by the mute button before heading back to the bedroom, the phone plastered to her ear.

"Strict but Nice Teenage Trailerpark Mommy Denial Submissive Mistress Babysitters from London Who Need an A From Teacher After Going to the Bondage Principal Will Do ANYTHING to Make You Cum!" says a bored female voice, "What is your credit card number?"

"uh"

"In order to place a call you have to give me your credit card number."

"How much is it?"

"You purchase in blocks of time, a minimum of thirty minutes for $75. What is your name?"

"Ace Papadopolis"

"And the name as it appears on the credit card?"

"If I tell you that you'll know who I am!"

Reluctantly Wolver gives out the needed billing information including his home number.

"A girl will call you back in five minutes," and the line went dead.

About ten minutes later the phone rings. Wolver answers, "Hello."

"Hello," answers a cigarette, whiskey soaked voice. A TV can be heard in the background.

"Um, who's this?"

"Stacy from the service."

"Oh! How old are you Stacy? I asked for a young girl." wolver asks suspiciously.

"Eighteen."

"Mmmhmm and what are you wearing?"

"I just got out of the shower. I'm naked and I'm so wet for you baby! Fuck my hot teenage pussy!" rasps the voice sounding more and more like Mrs. Karbunkle the town librarian.

"Well I was hoping that we could talk about ..."

"Ohhh yeah baby! Give it to me hard!"

"Wait a second would ya? I was really hoping to fuck you in your ass!"

"Ohhhhh baby, that's it ohhhh baby baby cum in my teenage pussy. Oh yeah" suddenly the phone goes quiet, Wolver can hear the TV. It sounds like some cop show.

"So, yeah I was hoping that maybe we could do this fantasy where you're my girlfriend and you really want me to fuck your virgin ass before cumming all over your face!" says Wolver in a flood of anxious embarrassment.

Silence.

"So maybe your name could be um 'U' instead of Stacy and you just can't stop yourself from wanting me!"

Silence.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME OR WATCHING CSI?!"

Startled the voice starts droning, "Oh yeah baby! That's it fuck my pussy you big strong manly man! Cum, cum right now! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Five minutes into his seventy-five dollar call Wolver quietly hangs the phone up on ,"Ohhhhh that's it baby! Cum for me cowboy!"

V watches Wolver sigh. He goes back to his laptop and almost at random picks a site, reads a bit about it and then calls 877-518-3575. A voice, sounding a lot like sunshine answers, "Hellooooo"

"Look, I'm not really interested in having an orgasm denied or my cock controlled at the moment!"

"Bad day huh? I'll need some information from you and then you can tell me all about, okay?"

Groaning Wolver spats into the phone, "I suppose I'm going to have to buy a block of time?"

"Well it's a ten minute minimum at $1.99 a minute but after that you can talk as long or as little as you like!"

There's something in her tone or attitude that relaxes Wolver. He idly pulls up a hidden pic on his hard drive, one of his 'little helpers' and says, "So we can talk about um anything?"

"If your credit card clears, sure!"

Feeling his wookie stir with renewed interest Wolver gives out his billing information. A few minutes later she comes back on the line and says, "OK, we're good to go! The clock starts now. Why don't you tell me a little about your bad day Wolver?"

Without realizing it Wolver opens up and tells this stranger all about his crappy day. Finally he asks, "What's your name?"

"Grace."

"That's a pretty name, what are you wearing?"

"Right now I'm in my nightie sitting in my office, it's late on the east coast. I hope you don't mind me saying this Wolver but your girlfriend sounds like a real twat!"

"No she isn't, but she wont have sex with me!"

"Wont take care of her man huh? You know what you should do Wolvee..."

"What?"

"The next time you see her you should bend her over your bed, yank her pants and panties down and fuck her ass!"

"Fuck her naughty teenaged virgin ass?" echoes Wolver the words seeming to come from nowhere his fist suddenly wet with precum.

"She soooooo deserves it!"

"Ohhhhhhh yeah, I would love to do that!"

"Then do it!"

"You want me to really fuck her ass?"

There's a pause on the line and then Grace says, "Honey, this is a phone sex line. No, I don't want you to grab your girlfriend and fuck her in her ass if she doesn't want you to. What we're talking about here is fantasy. You know what that means... right?"

"Yes."

"Good, tell me what you're doing!"

"I'm bending her over the bed. She's complaining about it but not doing anything really. I can smell her pussy, her excitement through her jeans."

"What color are they?"

"Black."

"Go on."

Starting to pant, Wolver continues while staring at some girl getting nailed in the ass off the internet, "I unbuckle her pants and pull them down around her ankles!"

"Is she wearing panties?"

"Yes."

"What do they look like?"

"They're cotton and have little duckies on them." says Wolver taking a pair of V's panties from his pocket and them on the bed where he can see them, "I tug them to her knees because she's such a naughty slut!"

Grace bursts out laughing, "Duckies?! How old is your girlfriend Wolvee?"

"Eighteen."

"OK. Duckies like rubber duckies?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well they actually sound cute. I bet you slide that cock right up that virgin ass don't you?"

"Wookie."

"Wookie? Oh my god ... you're a carebear?"

"Yes ..." says wolver tentatively. He's heard of the carebear invasion but can't remember it. Some people look at him oddly making him feel like a freak.

"I love carebears! I hope you don't addict her with that wookie of yours! You have the head pressed right against that tight pink asshole don't you? Is it covered in lube?"

"Oh god yes! Right against it! So slippery... she's clinching, fighting it - the little tramp!" whispers Wolver whacking even harder.

"She is a slut isn't she, Wolvee? But she can't fight that wookie, can she? No, the head is starting to slide right in isn't it? She wants it Wolvee, GIVE IT TO HER!"

Moaning, Wolver can actually feel his wookie sliding deeper into V's ass, "OH! OH! She likes it!"

"Of course she does! Girls love and need a serious cornholing from time to time, it's a well kept secret. Fuck her faster but don't cum!"

"Ohhhhh I'm a naughty nasty carebear! UNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH"

"Whoa! Slow down there cupcake!" she giggles and then her voice grows increasingly stern, "Let it go. LET IT GO!"

Wolver's head is swimming in perverted images all involving V. He's right on the edge, he forces himself to let it go.

Grace giggles, she can tell by his breathing that he's obeyed, "Mmhmm such a good boy for me. Now listen. You're with a woman now, not some pimple faced girl and women always take care of their boys. You will cum tonight but you want to come so very hard don't you?"

"yes" whispers Wolver, surprised at how submissive his voice sounds.

"And you want to be such a naughty boy for me don't you, Wolvee?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a pair of your girlfriend's panties?"

Wolver pauses.

"Oh! Oh! You doooooo have a pair! I bet you stole them, didn't you?!" she taunts.

"Well actually she came over one day in this black sweater. She said something about being late because she had to do her laundry but rushed right over once it was done. I guess the duckie panties had stuck to the back of her sweater from static cling... so I just sort of plucked them off and stuck them in my pocket."

V is mortified. She remembers that day clearly and had run many errands before dropping by Wolver's house and nobody said a word about her ducky panties being plastered across her back?! Those are her favorite pair!

Grace erupts in laughter, "Oh my god Wolvee this is such a fun call! I'm laughing so hard! I can't imagine how she'd feel if she ever found out. Put on her panties."

"I can't they're too small."

Giggling she says, "Well that wasn't a 'no' was it you panty pervert."

Wolver blushes.

"Lay them out in front of you and start stroking just the way I tell you to"

Wolver listens intently to her instructions. Soon he's panting hard as she wraps a fantasy about V around the stroking.

"That's right Wolvee she's just laying in front of you in those cute panties watching you stroke for her. Encouraging you to cum all over the crotch of those cute cotton panties you nasty little pervert. She wants you to shoot doesn't she? Get her all sticky down there because if you dooooo..."

Wolvers hand is flying, he's rapidly approaching the point of no return. His voice in stitches he gasps, "Wha? Wha happens if I cum???"

"She's gonna slide that pretty pink strapon she hides in her panty drawer right up you butt!" giggles Grace, "And you want her to, dontcha Wolvee?"

"Unnnngggghhhhhhhhhh"

"Say it honey bunny and then cum all over her panties! Say, 'fuck my carebear bottom! fuck it HARD"

"OH! OH! FUCK MY HOT CAREBEAR BUTT! FUCK IT HARD YOU STUCK UP TEENAGE TEASE!!!!!!"

Wolver looses it. He grunts in pure pleasure as he watches a huge wad of cum smack squarely into the crotch of V's panties. This is followed by a wave of unanticipated embarrassment.

At that moment V has had enough of this weird bullshit. When did sex get so yucky? It's just kisses and hugs right? She walks around the corner of the bedroom door and in a mature voice says, "Wolver, give me my panties back and..." before seeing a monster load of sperm splash on her panties. She screams, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" before dropping the phone and fleeing down the hallway.

Upon hearing V's voice Wolver releases his wookie, ruining the orgasm. Face filled with shame he turns towards V his mind an utter blank on what to say and watches her run out of the bedroom.

He stares down at the coated panties and breathes into the phone, "I'm sorry, I've got to go." before disconnecting the line.

What a perfect day!

In the Pale Moonlight ...

Corruptrix sits high in a tree hidden by leaves. She watches the two idiots approaching, overhearing their banal conversation. Soon they'll be in range of her little surprise. She smiles at the voodoo doll clenched in her fist. Soon chaos shall reign.

"Oh Wolver! Hanging out at the cemetery smoking cigs and writing dark poetry is just so goth! I'm excited!"

Glancing down, Teenage Angst Ridden Goth WolverBilly can see V's nipples rise from her wife beater like the first shoots of spring flowers. V might not have much of a chest but she has nipples to die for and WolverBilly is hoping for a taste like no tomorrow and maybe even ... third base? Having scouted out the graveyard earlier he knows where there's one recently dug. He could care less about her weird fascination with death - if it gets her worked up then it's fine by him. He licks his lips and fights the urge to batten on her boob like a starved infant.

Watching, Corruptrix couldn't be more disgusted. She raises the voodoo doll, takes its arm and makes a slapping motion. Her expectant chortle doesn't cross her lips when WolverBilly fails to slap V. What's wrong? Maybe it's out of range or something. Corruptrix repeats the motion with the doll. They're close enough now that it should work. Peering like a vulture she watches wolverBilly intently.

Across town pantySue marches up to Princess Grace and bitch slaps her.

"pantySue??!!!" cries out MsGrace in surprise.

"Princess I have no idea what just happened!" sputters an equally surprised pantySue.

Rubbing her cheek and eying pantySue distrustfully Princess Grace says, "What has come over you? Just don't let ..."

PantySue slaps Princess Grace again and stares at her hand in horror, "Princess I really have no idea what's going on!"

Grinning, her teeth red with blood Princess Grace rubs her jaw thoughtfully and says, "Awwww it's OK ..." before clocking pantySue with a roundhouse that sits her firmly on her ass, "You wanna play? Well fucking bring it bitch!" Princess screams while launching herself at a cowering pantySue, her manicured fingernails extending like Wolverine's claws.

Corruptrix stares at the voodoo doll in frustration once again promising herself that she really must master Latin before dropping the useless thing to the ground. She watches the love struck teens approach and decides on a different course of action. Her foot slips off of a branch as she starts her descent sending her crashing through the tree until the bow in her dress catches on a branch arresting her fall with a loud crack as one branch snaps under the weight and another takes it. The sudden stop knocks the wind out of Corruptrix causing her to black out, her long dark hair flowing downward like a shroud.


"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK! Oh my God Wolver that girl just hung herself right in front of us!" shrieks V, her nipples growing harder if that was possible, "We should so do that! End it you know, end our pain! We can title the poem we tie around our broken necks, Death Tree!"

"Uh ..." mumbles Wolver staring up at the hung girl, her body gently swaying, the creak of the rope against the branch. Suddenly it's very still as if 'quiet' will hide others from Death's notice.

"Well you should cut her down and fuck her while she's still warm anyway! How goth is that?!" whispers V excitedly while clutching Wolver's arm.

"V!!!"

"What Wolver? I keep teling you, you're not tapping this and I don't mind if you fuck a dead girl, that's not threatening to me ... much. Just don't cum in her OK? Cum on her so I can tell if you enjoyed it too much or not." As her excitement increases V looks around for a branch to poke the girl with, "Why isn't she peeing Wolver? I read that dead people's bladders let go. Do you think that she peed right before she hung herself? That's what I would do! Who wants to go into the eternal void wearing yucky panties?"

"I am NOT fucking a dead girl V!" sputters Wolver, "The whole idea freaks me out! We have to get out of here, we're probably busted anyway when they call in a CSI team. We should just go ahead and report it so we're not suspects in her murder or anything."

V visibly blanches at that, "Uh ... you gotta keep me out of this Wolver!"

"Why? You told me that you're living in that abandoned subway tunnel and have been since your parents kicked you out when you were eighteen, what will the authorities care? You're an adult. And when are you going to let me see your cool goth abode anyway?"

"Uh ... I lied."

"You lied? You lied to me? Oh V! I might as well just hang myself right now! How could you lie to me V? I thought you loved me! I thought our dark, brooding love actually meant something! God I am such a fool!"

Eyes darting everywhere V looks for a way out of the grave she's dug, "Look Wolver, I robbed a bank, OK??!! Now fuck off! I'm not proud of it, theft is soooo not goth but there are warrants and I don't want to go to jail, but I needed the money! And you'll never see my abode, you'll probably just try to fuck me in it anyway and to think I was maybe going to let you go to third base tonight and now you've ruined EVERYTHING!"

"What bank?"

"Banks."

"Banks?"

"Yes Wolver, banks! And I can't recall. I've been so alone for so very long and then I found you ... or so I thought!"

"V ... I'm sorry, it must have been dreadful for you my dark darling raven of the night."

Having come to awhile back but listening to the two goth posers, Corruptrix can take no more. She quietly slides a razor sharp carpet knife from her boot. She knows the girl is lying through her teeth, 'bank robber my ass' and thinks the idiot wolverBilly could figure it out if all of his blood wasn't pooled in his dick. She might be able to use this to her advantage. Reaching behind her she flicks her knife and cuts herself free. Floating down she lands softly next to the two bickering imbeciles now arguing over if wolverBilly is going to get to third base tonight or not. Smiling her best smile, she says, "Hi there, what did I miss?"

Her barely hidden sneer is lost on the two. One utters a small 'eeep' the other just stares.

Billy unconsciously takes V's hand while staring at the girl. She's not a girl really, more of a woman, maybe in her mid twenties. He thinks she's quite beautiful but the harder he stares at her the more undefined she seems to become. He thinks she has long, dark hair that appears to move from a gently blowing breeze that isn't there on this still night. If he doesn't look directly at her he can see her better. She's quite beautiful, with large eyes and a pale complexion. A small but well proportioned bust. She's wearing a pale, ragged dress of some sort with army boots. A wounded malevolence dances with a chip on its shoulder behind her eyes making him look away. It's almost like the sea on the cusp of a storm, nothing to fear unless you enter its waters.

In wolverBilly's eyes she defines goth. V hates her instantly and clutches Wolver's hand tightly, "My boyfriend can kick your ass, you weird fucking zombie chick and I totally own him! Don't I Wolver? We're going to third base tonight!"

Corruptrix smiles, "Do I look like I give a shit if you get finger fucked?"

"Wolver, if you fuck her when she's alive I am so dumping you!" sputters V, tears welling in her eyes.

"V ..." trails off wolverBilly his head starting to spin.

"Fucking relax poser suburban goth chick wanna be!" mutters Corruptrix, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm a witch, a powerful one and I can cast a spell on your boyfriend that will forever make him young, you too if you wanna. Continue to bitch and I will place the Curse of the Bukakke upon you! Your face covered with heaping mounds of gooey boy cum at the worst times... like your wedding when you husband lifts the veil to kiss his bride."

"Ewww, yuck, gag me with a shovel, that is so GROSS" says V managing to look both grossed out and intrigued at the same time, "Could you cast it on Stacy Marginelli? She's this bitch in my honors maaaa ... never mind."

Corruptrix just smiles, saying nothing, deciding not to press... yet. She turns to Wolver, "So, you wanna? This spell is a freebie."

WolverBilly rubs his chin trying to look adult. He can see nothing wrong with the offer and to be forever young, immortal, would be pretty cool! He nods his head, hoping he looks sage, while V whispers in his ear, "Don't do it Wolver, it's a trap!" because this Corruptrix person is a bitch of the highest order - how dare she come on to her man, the 'C' cup whore with her big, big boobies! Even though it's kinda yucky V realizes she might actually have to jerk Wolver off tonight if she's gonna keep him around. Eeeewwww! Maybe she can just watch him do it himself. She wonders, why are men like this? It's so grossiness and messy! What's the point?

Corruptrix is about fed up with both of them and is considering gutting them with the carpet knife, "You must say 'Yes' or 'No' wolverThing for us to have a pact. Rules is rules."

Without thinking Billy replies, "Yes."

"Good! Meet me at the entrance of the abandoned subway tomorrow at 11:30 PM!" says Corruptrix, springing the first of her many traps.

"Where V lives?"

"Yep."

"Now wait a minute, why there?" asks a surprised V.

"There is a very powerful ley line there and I need it to summon a demon for this spell to work." says Corruptrix who's also quite capable of lying through her teeth, "So we'll have to crash your pad, so sorry!"

"Oh V I'll get to see your gothly goth home!" says a happy wolverBilly, wondering if he can ditch Corruptrix quickly and get V in the sack!

"I moved."

"Moved?"

"A gang of stinky winos moved in and tried to rape me Wolver! I barely escaped after beating them with a baseball bat, not that YOU CARE!"

shing - wolverBilly's claws extend of their own volition. Staring at them in wonder he eyes V with a newfound menace, "Point them out and they die tonight. I forgot I could do this!" He holds his clawed hand before his face.

Hoping to distract wolverBilly from remembering more, like their past encounter, Corruptrix chimes in, "Who's Stacy Marginelli?"

"NONE OF YOUR BEESWAX!"

"V, I will clear those guys out for you and you can move back in!" chimes in wolverBilly excitedly.

"Wolver it's OK... I found this..."

"How many banks did you rob?" asks Corruptrix, starting to press. She hates both of them and wants them to spend an eternity in misery. She doesn't like people in general but posers and fake wanna bes particularly get under her skin.

"Yeah V I would think you could afford a better place with the money, what happened to the money?" wonders wolverBilly.

Continuing to press, hoping to expose what she percieves V to be which is a poor liar Corruptrix shifts again, "This Stacy Marginelli, I'll need to find her to place the Bukakke Curse. You said sumtin about 'Honors maaaa' what's that?" Corruptrix smiles as she notices wolverBilly's claws retract in confusion.

V looks back and forth between them, her lower lip trembling and tears welling in her eyes. She cries out, "I thought you understood me Wolver... I THOUGHT YOU CARED! WELL FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU BOTH!!!"

Burying her face in her hands V runs off into the night, sobbing.

"See ya tomorrow night..."

WolverBilly stops taking the half step towards V and turns to Corruptrix. Nothing is there. He turns back towards V, both of them are gone.