She looked out the cracked window as spotted a shooting star… A shooting star.It would be childish of her to make a wish. But in the dark of pain an... despair, she did. She voiced the wish in her head, closed her eyes and blow out a long breath…*As Rogue finished her breath, she was shook by the choirs of cheers. As her eyes flew open, she was blinded by the flash of a camera.“Happy Eighteenth Birthday Rogue,” the thoughtful and fatherly voice of Charles Xavier announced, “I hope your wishes. I saw my chunky sister in law enter the bathroom in her dressing gown and decided to have a peep through the key hole. As she removed her robe, I managed to get a momentary view of her broad rear before she entered the shower. Her firm large buttocks and the back of her thick upper legs were clear for me to see. She went into the shower out of view. I decided to wait and when I heard the shower stop I had another look through the key hole.After a few seconds she emerged completely naked and. Sometime later and a bit more conscience I slowly became aware of mysurroundings. My right hand reached across my tummy toward my groin andI felt the familiar presence but I was very smooth. I relaxed as Icupped my small cock. It felt moist? How come I couldn't move? Again Iwas lost to sleep, only darkness.I wasn't sure but I seemed to be awake. I moved my left hand but therewere soft cuffs about my wrists. I was restrained and couldn't move mylegs. The sexual images returned along with the. Jonathon slid the heavy door shut, effectively marking their conversation as private—the solid door efficiently deadening any sound emanating from the room. The office was Spartan, filled with metal filing cabinets, ribbons and photographs of comrades in arms in foreign lands on the walls. Jonathon had painstakingly paneled it in oak so it would reflect his previous position. He considered it a place for important business, although he was hardly involved in anything that pressing since.