Every morning used to smile at her, used to help her in work, once there was too much of work for both of us and by the time we finished it was 10. It...was very late for her. So I said I will drop her. Her house was on the other side of town but didn’t want to miss the chance. She came with me, I maintained a safe distance and she got down near bus stop, didn’t want me to drop her till her home, so gave my mob no and told her to inform as soon as u reached home. And she did, ended with good. I’m the Owner. Nnf…I’m a supervillain, baby.’ He reached down, under the table, eliciting a squeak, then his body jerked, spasmed, ‘And…nnn…only thing that can beat a villain is a superhero.’ He leaned back into his chair, head rolled back so that he was looking at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face, ‘And you look like a soccer mom, not a superhero.’ Well, he didn’t look much like a supervillain! He was fat, ugly. Beady eyes behind thick glasses, an unshaven and patchy beard on his oily. Into the hall strode another group of costumed individuals. They were led by a tall man in black and bronze armour, and a mask that had only one eye-hole. A sword was slung over his back, and a heavy pistol holstered at his hip. Beside him walked another man who was dressed in a simple but well tailored business suit, with dark hair and a well groomed moustache and heard. Under the ordinary clothes his body was clearly hard and powerful, and his brown eyes glinted with a fierce, hungry. I wasn't exactly sure why I had let it happen, but I felt better physically than I had in years. I had a little emotional baggage, mostly because of who it was that spent the night with me. As to having done it, I had been thinking about it for weeks, it just happened to be Michael.I spent that next day recovering from my little sexual escapade. My jaw hurt, and my vagina was sore as well. It was difficult but I finally managed to accept what I had done. Since I didn't have any other choice, it.