"We have a bit of a problem at the Planet with a key figure there on the missing list. He won't be missing for much longer!" Catwoman raised Circe's...wand up over the head of her past mentor. She then invoked the transformation rhyme she'd worked on since Catgirl had suggested it earlier in the day. "You who are Selina Kyle, have been imprisoned for a while. Now thanks to the time you've spent, you will become reporter Clark Kent!" At that, the raven haired beauty sitting on the couch. He made a nervous look at me and tried to tell me to wait but I continued.I undid his belt and pants and pulled down his zipper. I worked his hardening cock out the front of his boxers. Then quickly I put his cock in my mouth so I could feel him getting hard around my lips. Within seconds his cock was stiff a piece of iron.I took him all the way to my throat and repeated going up and down as my head bobbed on his cock. My Boss’ breathing became sharp as he tried to hide his pleasure on the. Like hell! I will not die!Forget Gomez now, I told myself. Fix yourself; repair the wound. I slumped to the floor and closed my eyes. Visualizing the wound, I looked for bleeding blood vessels and closed them one after the other starting deep and moving out toward my skin. I didn't know the anatomy of the abdomen, but I knew the stomach was located behind or just under the ribs. My wound was lower and probably involved my intestines, not my stomach. To my mind, the intestines were like. There would be a three-drink limit for the buxom young woman. We sipped our drinks and watched Trish get tipsy with amusement. She was a cheerful drunk, I decided. Not that she was really that drunk. Lisa searched around and found some extra pillows and a blanket for Trish, then put them on the couch. The boys came in while Trish was off undressing for bed and brushing her teeth. Well, the boys and Hawk. I knew the news wasn’t good from the looks on their faces. I knew it really wasn’t good.