It flared up like a star and shattered under the impact, the feedback lashing up through Venus’ body and causing the Girdle of Minerva to uncoil lik... a sparking live wire from around the Broot’s wrist. At the same time, Doctor Magick and Madame Macabre fell to the ground like puppets with cut strings. The Broot roared in triumph, showing a mouthful of sharp, pointed teeth in a Neanderthal face. ‘Broot will show you! Dumb heroes try to hurt Broot, try to crush Broot, but Broot will crush you. It is all I had since that day you left me all alone. We were someone the other needed to sit with them. You never asked me to talk, said anything to me that would require me to reply, or did something to make me have to scream. I want to stay. I want to spend days just talking with you now, but I have to go."As she left the bathroom, she went over to find one of the light switch buttons that made the night lights in the room come on. Hope waited for me to come out into the room. I found her. They were all dressed in black to showcase their finest features. For some it was a perfect ass in boy shorts, top optional. For another it was a tiny waist and dancer’s legs extending out of a tutu with no panties. For others, like her, it was a perfectly round set of breasts peeping out of a corset or lacy bra. She added one more coat of red lipstick, and decided at the last minute to put on a small vintage black hat with a veil, hoping it would provide a little bit of anonymity in the. She could see it herself in the mirrors that surrounded her as she tried on the beautiful clothes and lingerie. She was turned on, too, throbbing with unfulfilled needs.Mr. Smith had made all the choices for her. Two pair of high heeled shoes, one pair black and one red. She had two new blouses to replace the one that was torn and a new pleated skirt. It didn't really replace her other one, as this one was so short she couldn't bend over without showing her butt. But Mr. Smith liked it, and.