Abby: My Greatest Love.
Beautiful, Magnificent Abby.
She Comes Through For Me Once Again.
Abby found me with Poison Ivy asleep in my arms this morning.
I could not speak to her. I simply didn't know what to say. I was so terrified of breaking my soulmate's heart. Yes, I love Poison Ivy now, that much is true. But Pamela Isley is as nothing before Abby Holland, my beloved and precious wife. There was a long silence between us. Then Abby reported how Tefé was out of the hospital and staying in bed over at Zaina's house. Tefé will be spending the week there, and she is going to be fine. The bump on the head my daughter took from King Toad was nothing serious. I was so happily relieved to hear this.
Poison Ivy awoke. She looked nervously at Abby. I took the picture above of Abby as she told Ivy to, "Make like a tree, and leave us alone for a while." Ivy did so. I am so glad there was no conflict at that point. Ivy left peaceably, but she did not stray too far from us.
I understood perfectly why Ivy would want to hear what we said, for this was a becoming a personal matter for all of us. Abby said if I could accept her past with Jake (and Don Reynard before him), then she can accept my occasional sexual consortiums with Black Orchid, or even with Poison Ivy. I thanked Abby for this, but swore my eternal devotion to her. She told me to save it for now. She asked where King Toad was. I said with Poison Ivy's help, I'd managed to trackdown King Toad in the swamp last night, disarmed the monsters, and imprisoned them in a new Prison Tree, stronger than the last. Woodrue will likely free them again eventually, so this measure is only temporary at best. Abby is much more worried about Nerk and Sissy Bob, who are probably not dead and still well in hiding with their explosives, somewhere down beneath the streets of Houma. I agreed. I asked Poison Ivy to rejoin us. She showed Abby the box with the Mini-Woodrue. Abby saw a horrifying vision from her past, when Woodrue tried to kill her with a chainsaw several years ago. Abby freaked, and knocked the box from Ivy's hand.
It smashed against a nearby tree, and the little Woodrue escaped.
Ivy's green naked form dove into the underbrush in futile pursuit.
She came back to us upset at the loss of her tiny captive. I told her
it was all right then. We have gotten all we can out of Woodrue at
this time. King Toad is my prisoner again. At least for now.
Poison Ivy said she wanted to depart.
She wanted to return to Gotham City and spend time with her beloved Harley Quinn again. Very well, I gave Ivy permission to go.
She attached a bare minimum of ivy leaves to her body. Then before Ivy left us, she gestured to her favorite island retreat in the Gulf, insisting it would be a good place to relax for a time. I gratefully thanked Ivy for everything she has done for me. She thanked me for helping to save her from herself. Ivy said she will always be in my debt, before walking away. I took Abby into my arms and asked if she would like to take a boat, or if she felt like swimming all the way to the island? Abby said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go. I kissed my beautiful wife passionately. Abby smiled. She was too tired to swim, and insisted we get a fast boat. We went to Jordan Schiller's cabin and asked him to persuade Tee-Tonti to take us out to the island on his boat. Schiller was only too happy to comply with our wishes. We have traveled on the boat tonight. The island was soon in our sight. Tee-Tonti carried Abby's food and supplies onto the beach and we built her a small shelter. He warned us about the problems with it being hurricane season. I told him I will protect Abby from the elements. Especially at night. He told us to take care then.
He'll return for us on Father's Day, so I can spend that time with Tefé. Abby and I sat there on the beach, watching as his boat disappeared into the darkness. This will be a great time for us.
We are going to make the most of it. I love Abby. She is my world.
Next:
Our Romantic Week-Long Gulf Island Getaway.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-romantic-week-long-gulf-island.html
She Comes Through For Me Once Again.
Abby found me with Poison Ivy asleep in my arms this morning.
I could not speak to her. I simply didn't know what to say. I was so terrified of breaking my soulmate's heart. Yes, I love Poison Ivy now, that much is true. But Pamela Isley is as nothing before Abby Holland, my beloved and precious wife. There was a long silence between us. Then Abby reported how Tefé was out of the hospital and staying in bed over at Zaina's house. Tefé will be spending the week there, and she is going to be fine. The bump on the head my daughter took from King Toad was nothing serious. I was so happily relieved to hear this.
Poison Ivy awoke. She looked nervously at Abby. I took the picture above of Abby as she told Ivy to, "Make like a tree, and leave us alone for a while." Ivy did so. I am so glad there was no conflict at that point. Ivy left peaceably, but she did not stray too far from us.
I understood perfectly why Ivy would want to hear what we said, for this was a becoming a personal matter for all of us. Abby said if I could accept her past with Jake (and Don Reynard before him), then she can accept my occasional sexual consortiums with Black Orchid, or even with Poison Ivy. I thanked Abby for this, but swore my eternal devotion to her. She told me to save it for now. She asked where King Toad was. I said with Poison Ivy's help, I'd managed to trackdown King Toad in the swamp last night, disarmed the monsters, and imprisoned them in a new Prison Tree, stronger than the last. Woodrue will likely free them again eventually, so this measure is only temporary at best. Abby is much more worried about Nerk and Sissy Bob, who are probably not dead and still well in hiding with their explosives, somewhere down beneath the streets of Houma. I agreed. I asked Poison Ivy to rejoin us. She showed Abby the box with the Mini-Woodrue. Abby saw a horrifying vision from her past, when Woodrue tried to kill her with a chainsaw several years ago. Abby freaked, and knocked the box from Ivy's hand.
It smashed against a nearby tree, and the little Woodrue escaped.
Ivy's green naked form dove into the underbrush in futile pursuit.
She came back to us upset at the loss of her tiny captive. I told her
it was all right then. We have gotten all we can out of Woodrue at
this time. King Toad is my prisoner again. At least for now.
Poison Ivy said she wanted to depart.
She wanted to return to Gotham City and spend time with her beloved Harley Quinn again. Very well, I gave Ivy permission to go.
She attached a bare minimum of ivy leaves to her body. Then before Ivy left us, she gestured to her favorite island retreat in the Gulf, insisting it would be a good place to relax for a time. I gratefully thanked Ivy for everything she has done for me. She thanked me for helping to save her from herself. Ivy said she will always be in my debt, before walking away. I took Abby into my arms and asked if she would like to take a boat, or if she felt like swimming all the way to the island? Abby said she wasn't sure if she wanted to go. I kissed my beautiful wife passionately. Abby smiled. She was too tired to swim, and insisted we get a fast boat. We went to Jordan Schiller's cabin and asked him to persuade Tee-Tonti to take us out to the island on his boat. Schiller was only too happy to comply with our wishes. We have traveled on the boat tonight. The island was soon in our sight. Tee-Tonti carried Abby's food and supplies onto the beach and we built her a small shelter. He warned us about the problems with it being hurricane season. I told him I will protect Abby from the elements. Especially at night. He told us to take care then.
He'll return for us on Father's Day, so I can spend that time with Tefé. Abby and I sat there on the beach, watching as his boat disappeared into the darkness. This will be a great time for us.
We are going to make the most of it. I love Abby. She is my world.
Next:
Our Romantic Week-Long Gulf Island Getaway.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-romantic-week-long-gulf-island.html
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