I..." He turned and hurried back into the weight room.He stepped up to the machine and paused. "What now?"He concentrated on the machine willing it to...make him invisible, butthe machine refused to respond."What the fuck." He thought ready to hit it, but watched as a strangealien writing scrolled by. "Maybe it can't give super powers. What elsecan I do to get in there?" He thought for a second. "Oh, what thefuck."He started concentrating on Shannon Bailey."There's no way that slut would be. "Her eyes widened. "You can?"I nodded. "Sometimes I do... did... in the shower. So... Did you missthe toilet at first?" Uh, yeah." Of course. Not as easy as it looks, is it?" It's hard to get the stream started!" she protested."... and hard to finish strong, too," I finished for her. "Look, ithappens to all of us. I wasn't criticizing, although I'd like to remindyou how much grief you used to give me. Well, all this talk about peeing,and I need to go." Don't forget that --" How could I?" If. Love ya." She turned to get out of the pool, but Axel's male instincts became so strong he could deny them no longer. He reached out with his long, muscular arm and unclipped her top, which fell into the water. She made no move to pick it up or scold him, just stood there, as if petrified. Axel reached over her shoulder, not wanting to see her nudity yet (for he would cherish that image soon enough) and threw it onto the concrete next to the pool. He did the same with his trunks and her bottom. When I think you are healed enough, I will start you on physical therapy with crutches. I don't want to alarm you, but that leg may never be right again. We will just have to see. You are going to have to stay off of it for at least two months. What do you do for a living, Dave?" he finished."I'm retired, Doc," I told him."At your age? You are only in your late twenties." My Dad left me a lot of stocks, property, and business interests when he died a few years ago. I make visits to my business.