That made two things in this town that I actually wanted. The first was some time with that hot little woman and the second was banana tits' husband's...Mustang.His performance in the race only served to underscore two things for me. The first was that I wanted that fucking car. And the second was that banana tits is married to a sucker.He made short work of his opponents in the first three rounds. His third round victory over a guy in one of those new Chargers was especially sweet, but I almost. I sold my story to the networks.There had been a big hoo-raw about mutants with super-human powers over the past twenty years or so, and idiots did their best to make money off of it. The fire and brimstone preachers that polluted the Texas airwaves were almost the worst of them. The Humanity First group was where the Klan went to die. I got shot at more than once. Being a ranch kid, I didn’t hesitate to shoot back. I learned that a gesture with two fingers pushed out a lightning bolt that went. "What is it?" he asked me. "Can I have some water?" I asked him, standing up again. "Yeah sure." He begins to rummage through the cabinets for a glass and hands me a cup of water and I drink it slowly. My blue eyes staring at him over the rim. "You have nice eyes Megan." He takes my glass and sits it on the counter and we go back to the couch. "Now, the lead character may be Michelle. I am thinking she has got great stage persona." He is looking at me with brown eyes behind those nerdy Clark. Natalie and I -- if we joined -- would be the sixth. The driving force behind the group was Sam Hambrick. Sam was smart, smooth, and had inherited money. He also was handsome as hell. The ladies all loved him. His wife was my older sister, Brooke. Brooke was the good-looking child in my family, better looking than Caroline, my younger sister, or me. She was also the sexy one. And the wild one.Sam is the one who broached the swap club with me, and asked us to join. But Brooke was the one who sat.