” Hippolyta gestured to the two women who looked to Clark coldly. “Since we are to have more… Amicable relations with the outside world of our n...tive shores, they have come with me to assess the nations of man.”Bowing again, Superman smiled back to the two women. “Welcome, I hope we can talk in length about…”“Spare us the scripted exchange…” Scoffed Ocypete, barely holding back a frown.Aello bristled at the sight of him as she too added in her opinion. “Indeed, we are NOT here for you. Our. Wilkinson of Cow Lane, maker of the finest blades in London.I spoke to a supercilious member of the staff, who was aghast when I described the knife I wanted constructed.“We do not make blades for assassins, sir, but for gentlemen.”I bit my tongue and let the man’s insolence pass. Given my requirements for a knife, able to be secreted about my person, it could be supposed I was the former rather than the latter.As I was leaving the establishment, a young man who did not bear the superior air. Cassie knew as soon as she saw it by the front door what it was.Cassie opened the letter and, the same as before, there were two photos, both different to the first two. The first showed her bent backwards over Pete and Jane’s dining table, she had her miniskirt pushed up over her front and Bill was pumping away with Pete pulling her nipples whilst she gave him a blow job. Her bra and top were gone and she was being fucked well at both ends. The second was about 4 years ago, Cassie was dressed. I had no sooner arranged myself in a comfortable position on the straw ticked mattress than the door opened and in walked Fatima, the fourth widow, (the one I had yet to meet) and Adara. Fatima was carrying a bucket of steaming water, the other wife had a bucket also, and Adara had some folded towels in her hands. Fatima gave me that sweet smile of hers."Marhaba, Neek, Shonak? (Hello, Nick, how are you?)."I returned her smile as she used the slang word for how are you, I replied with my.