However he couldn’t turn down the volume on the unique sounds emanating from the trouble down town, the kind of sound that only comes from a super p...wered villain. Snapping back to his duties, Spider-Man swung with more ferocity and purpose. He needed a break from his crisis but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. Clang! Crash! Clang! Boom! The mix of metal and explosions seared the street as the infamous Doc Ock laughed with horrid amusement. Clutched under his human arms were two high tech. Rita McCoy, it turned out, was a natural at teaching English as a second language.She was at the top of her high school class in Providence, Rhode Island. But then her stepfather started molesting her. Rita's mother refused to believe her. So Rita ran away. She ended up strung out on drugs and turning tricks in New York City.She managed to kick the drugs on her own, and was trying to organize the hookers, for better working conditions. The pimp decided that Rita was more trouble than she was. This is just like washing your girlfriend." she mumbled to herself.It wasn't. Running soap over her body was an interesting experience, since wherever she touched herself, her male mind kept trying to point out the fact that she was feeling up a girl. To make matters worse, as she worked she kept feeling a heat beginning to grow in her lower abdomen. Her entire skin felt alive as she rinsed the suds from her body, sending chills up her spine whenever the water splashed across a particularly. " Huh?" Camille asked, "What bruise?" I could see she was looking us bothover.I took a moment to perform one of the privacy warding spells Caireen hadbeen teaching me. She nodded in approval as Camille said, "Wow, that's areally good ward!"I shrugged, "I had to keep this private... Each night when I go to sleepI don't really sleep..." I explained how I went to her castle each nightand even though I could feel Caireen was a little annoyed at how much Iwas sharing, I knew I could trust my new.