.Anyway, Sara, Matty and Caz were really nice, great to chat with and we soon got on the subject of sex. I'd told them I was a free spirit, though it ...urned out Caz was trying to arrange herself this guy, so she could have "some BBC" as they put it. Sara was suggesting I should be a member on a certain swingers site (clue, it has "Fab" as a prefix) because she'd found Matty that way via mutual people. I will certainly say that both ladies were bloody nice. Granted, a little loose and a. Oh, right, she told herself. I’m an Avenger now.Her instinctive terror at awakening in a strange place gave way to a rising sense of glee. She was an Avenger, and had been for weeks, but she still hadn’t gotten over her excitement at being a fellow team member of some of Earth’s mightiest heroes, and she certainly hadn’t gotten over her excitement over getting to live at the Avengers mansion. Yes, this was her nice big four-poster bed, and after she got out of it she could take a nice long hot. Husband is Russell Fleming, fifty-nine, a big wig industrialist." Got a C.O.D.?" No. There's not a mark on her other than some major inflammation of the labia." So she had sex tonight." Would appear so and pretty rough by the look of it. However, I'll have to get her back to the lab for an autopsy to be sure. I think we can rule out suicide," he said with a bit of irony, observing the crumpled, virtually nude position of the corpse."How about T.O.D.?" Well, it's strange, body temp tells me at. I ran it across her lips and let her lick it, a tiny bit of relief for her parched tongue.I turned the knob another twist and she grunted something unintelligible. The indicator said she was open a full two-inches now, I decided I could let her adjust to that before I went any further. David and his friends and I distracted ourselves by throwing the ice cubes from four feet away. Only one of mine went home. Peter was three for three, I wondered if he'd done this before. The others didn't score.