She doesn’t know he’s not looking out the window at all, but rather at her reflection to make sure she’s looking at him. The man is sporting a m...dest beard, just the sort of thing she likes, and is reading Kurt Vonnegut, just the author she enjoys. It seems too perfect, but she’s too shy to talk to him first. After all, when he breaks his gaze from the window and looks around the room, she returns to her sandwich.So Clara thinks she’ll be clever. Clara #4 hatches a plan, a plan to bring a book. So Peter had made a decision; he was going to fire the creep.Tomorrow. Being a CEO was tough work. So was being a crime fighter, cometo think of it. So you can imagine how tiring it was to play both roleson a day to day basis.Still, things had been pretty quiet recently. Nothing too serious asidefrom the usual purse-snatchers and petty thugs. No Goblins or Scorpionsor Kingpins to give him grief. He'd heard Eddie Brock was back in town,but even Venom hadn't caused a ruckus yet. Which was just. Then she felt Steve's lips kissing the back of her neck.She felt hands-but didn't know who they belonged to-untie the sides of her bikini bottom, and then a thick finger was eased into her cunt, causing her to moan as she sucked on Mark's tongue."I'm first," she heard Mark telling Steve."Sure," Steve said, moving away.Mark directed her to the side of the pool, where she leaned back and stretched out her arms, allowing the lower half of her body to float while Mark quickly jerked down his. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, “You must be single.”She was a bit startled by this proclamation, but was intrigued by the drunk’s intuition, since she indeed had never found Mr. Right and was single.She looked over the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status. Curiosity got the better of her and she said, “‘Yes, you are correct. But how on earth did you.