“And now, I think that you’re the miracle I never dared to hope for.” His fingers were in her hair and as he pulled the long curls over her shou...der something caught his eye. A single lock of silver that faded into a short bit of black. ‘The Silvering!’ His smile disappeared and a look of fury passed over his face. “I was nearly too late!” he roared, clutching her by the shoulders and crushing her to his chest. He’d never been angrier with himself than was in that moment. ‘I shouldn’t have. She projected a mental command toward the blue and gold clad hero.Before he even reached out to grab some of the pile, Booster felt a sudden compulsion to take off his own costume. What was it with this room and the piles of costumes, he wondered. Nothing he thought or tried was able to stop himself, the first item coming off being the Legion flight ring. In no time, there was a pile of blue and gold next to the pile of green, and Booster stood there for a moment, a well built, short blonde. She was too late.She came into the house, went to her room, and came out about an hour later with all of the clothes that she had kept here.She called a taxi, and without a goodbye, loaded everything in the cab and left.Again; I am sorry for the treatment you received. Please don’t blame Jan, it was her mother and I that were to blame.Claude Winston... I put the letter down and sat in my chair for almost an hour trying to decide what to do when my phone rang. It was Jan.Jan meekly asked; “Did. It’s true that, ever since my lesbian initiation at the hands (and pussy) of my mother’s younger cousin, when I stayed with her for a summer holiday at the ripening and malleable age of sixteen, I have always been most turned on by older authoritative women, and submissive to their commands and demands. Even so, I could hardly believe it: here I was being hard-fucked, almost raped, by a woman who I had never seen until a few moments ago and who’s name I didn’t even know – and I was loving.