She chuckled and said thanks, and then turned to me saying, "Wanna know what I did next?"Her smile is infectious, but I tried not to let it affect me,...given the serious nature of our conversation. I nodded, though, trying to suppress the urge to grin with her.Gayle rotated her body on the couch, pulling one leg up, so she was facing me."Remember those one pens," she said. "The kind that had those weird little... God, what were those called? You know what I mean. They had those things at the top. He’d given her wings. How many women could say that about their guy?Except that he wasn't her guy, and he definitely wasn't here. The reason Hank wasn’t here was that he was in Wakanda, studying the elusive scientific properties of vibranium, the miracle metal everyone seemed so worked up about. And the reason Hank was in Wakanda, studying vibranium, and not in Janet’s bedroom in Avenger mansion, studying Janet, was that Hank was a scientist. His single-minded drive to push back the boundaries. We reached her village in the night and much to my discomfiture, had to walk quite a bit to get to her house. Luckily it was dark. When we reached we found out she had forgotten her keys in the hospital. Her young son was staying with relatives. There was not even a bus back at this time. So we had to spend our time in her courtyard. It was square and had a low parapet wall and many trees. It was a full moon and the night was cool. We sat on the parapet next to each other allowing our bodies to. He snapped his fingers and the dog leaped up on the bed."You're such a pretty dog," she cooed, caressing his soft furry flank. Her hand stroked him lovingly as she thought about taking his doggie prick in her hand. She looked at Bill who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm getting hot all over again." Good," he said. "I want this day to be the best in your life." It already is," she mewed. Her hand rubbed the dog's chest and he plopped down, pushing against her bare thigh. She felt his.