"Kal, you okay?" asked the amazonian princess; Wonderwoman. "Uh..Y-yeah just give me a minute, I-I'll catch up with you guys." He said waving her off....O..kay." She said walking away towards the ship.Just to make sure what he saw was actually there he went towards the damaged ship covered with astrorades drifting into space. There it was another kryptonian that looked just like him. But that's impossible, he thought Kara was the only one left. How was it possible that there as another like. ” “But it’s chucking it down! Look at me – I’m soaked already.” “Didn’t you read the weather forecast? They said there were going to be short, thundery rainstorms today. Like this one.” “But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?” “That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d. All along I caressed the faint hope that one day, she would inspire something prodigious. A perfect poem, a penetrating fuckery, getting me with artifices of style deep into her womb. She would then lust for me as I lusted for her. She would read it and drop to her knees next to the walnut desk, reach for my member. She would swallow me whole, she would throw herself at it like the eager whores of Montmartre. And her eyes would look up and tell me in shining black silence that Apolinne was all. In the seclusion of the garden-shed, we consumed the better part of a bottle of wine together, as we chatted. She queried me about my video arts courses, my future plans and my love life, of all things. After a slight pause in the conversation, she looked me in the eye and said: “We’re both the same, you and me, down to the minutest of details. Every female twin born into our family for as long as we know of inherited the same physical defects, the same physical appearance and the same damned.