I nervously walked up to the house and tapped on the screen door. An arm pushed the door open and a gruff voice said “come on in.” By the time I s...epped inside he was standing in front of an old sofa. He was not an attractive man, far from it. He looked about 55, with short grey hair and glasses. His face looked like a mole. He was wide and had a gut, and was wearing an old striped bathrobe. Without saying a word he opened the robe and sat on the sofa, motioning toward his cock.He was ugly, but. The apartment had three bedrooms, a large great room with the dining table, couches and TV, and a kitchen.“Steve, take off your shoes by the door. In Sweden, this is what everyone does. It’s impolite to wear shoes inside.”“Yes, Lars, I remember that from the information that YFU gave me, but thanks for reminding me!”I took off my shoes and put them on a rack by the door. Lars brought me to a room where we left my bags. It was clearly a girl’s room and on the desk were four pictures. One was of. Co.ukHere's my first attempt at a "Superhero" tale, I hope you like it.My thanks to Diana for her help with many details, and to Steve Zink, not only for his excellent editing, but also his incredible help in correcting various details and bringing the whole story together and up to date!Enjoy the story, PJBOn to the story:Wonder Who? By Petrajane and Steve Zink Prologue:Having returned home some time after WWII, Wonder Woman once again must deal with the outside world, leaving Paradise Island.. The world freezes under the enormity of events.I looked at the golden arrow shaft protruding from my breast withwelcome relief. I had been shot right through the heart and now I couldfinally die in battle. I had finally provoked a severe mortal response.I was frozen in action, my charge halted by this extinguishing rod ofgold. I looked up at my slayer, and I experienced the king in anentirely new way. I no longer saw him as an obstacle, a problem to beanalysed and dealt with, now he was a man.