“I brought a joint. You wanna go to the backyard?” “Lets do it,” she says, and we both get up, taking our wine with us. I snag my bag and hea... for the sliding glass door. We step out into the crisp air, heading for the table outside. I slide into a chair and pull out the joint and a lighter. Bringing the rolled piece to my mouth, I light the opposite end until it burns. Taking a large hit, I set my bag on the table next to our wine and pass her the J. It’s getting dark and the weather is. ISSUE ONESaint City.Once a bastion of virtue and civil order; it has long since fallen from grace. There is crime in its streets and corruption in its offices. Most of its people keep their heads down and try not to be swept up in the violence, but not everyone is willing to let their once glorious city slip into chaos.Like most metropolises Saint City houses a small population of super humans. No one knows for certain how many live normal lives among their normal neighbors, but half a dozen. She is 36 years old. She looks damn beautiful. She has fair skin. Her boobs are very big and she has a great ass. Anyone would die to have sex with her. So, I always had an eye to have sex with her from the day she became my neighbor. She could give competition to any teenager. I had many interactions with her and every time I meet her I try to impress her. We used to talk whenever we met.I lived with my father, mother and my brother. She lived with her husband and son. Whenever she needed any. The wig was scratching my head and making me sweat. I wanted to rip it off and shove it up Allen's ass but I loved him so much. His cock was beautiful and made me dance like no other man's ever could. So I sat there looking like a clown and sipped my beer.Allen gazed into my eyes across the round table. "I miss you, Bob," he said. "I was so fucking stupid to let you go. I was ashamed of that damned pink wig back then but I'd give anything to see you in it now. God, I'd marry you! If only you.