The others were already gathered on the porch of the partial ruin and waiting anxiously.Logan raised a hand in greeting. “Hello. I ... come in peace...”An older woman with short-cropped, graying hair and sad eyes looked him up and down, especially the blades hanging on his belt. “Why then do you wear the weapons and armor of our tormentors?”Logan looked to Alan for guidance. Alan just nodded.“To do to them what they would try to do to me first. To defend myself as I search for a way to escape out. Even while dead he looked menacing, well over 10 feet tall and solidly built he was a true rival to the hulk, but being green was where the two separated in being similar. Emil was covered in a layer of scales that looked like reptilian hide, spikey growths jutted out from his arms and back that matched his clawed hands and digigrated feet, his ears were pointed and ridges of scales covered his scalp like hair would, a true Abomination."Why isn't Bruce here? I'd have thought that he'd want to. As she pulled it open, she brushed my breasts with her palms. I heard myself moan again and then felt my bra dropping away from me. My trousers and pants were pulled down and I instinctively stepped out of them. Jess eased me down onto the floor. There was a soft rug in the centre of the room and she lay me down on it.I opened my eyes. Jess was kneeling above me and slipping off her only item of clothing. She was beautiful. I gazed again at her aroused nipples then my eyes went down to her. You couldn't do any aerobatics in it as it had gravity fed fuel. It had retractable landing gear, so dad felt like he was in a fighter again. He flew that thing every chance he had, using it to go for farm parts whenever he could. There wasn't a lot of room behind the seat, but it was enough for a box of miscellaneous equipment parts. From the time dad brought the Mooney Mite home, he teased me and my sister, "I'll let you both let us fly it when you get older and become better pilots."My sis.