” Clark said, waving as he walked away.Once he was in the elevator, with the doors closed, he rips open his shirt revealing a red S inside a shield....Taking of, he made his way downtown flying quickly, worried for his cousin.Groaning, Kara Zor-EL pulled herself out from under the megaton of heated rubble that had pinned her down. Quickly assessing the situation, She noted that the building the fell on her was condemned and would have likely fallen any way. Her shirt and bra was tor and now. "So!" I said. "The Terri-dactyl..." Cute!" he laughed. "She's just about like that, too ... If a real pterodactyl showed up on campus. Might not be as disarmingly cute, though. What are you doing for her education?" Seriously?" I said."Yes. You're home-schooling her, so I understand." Well, there's home schooling and there's HOME SCHOOLING. Terri, well, tell me how YOU think that would shake out." She's terrifically bright. Genius. I have trouble grasping..." Me too," I said. "Look here!" I. Maggie, with her long red hair and carefree attitude. The years slipped back in her mind, back to 1964, and as her mind slipped back, the crowds seemed to recede, to fade and then disappear and the past came rushing in. She was knocking on a door. No, she wasn't knocking, she was banging on a door, on Maggie's door and screaming, banging, screaming, howling, crying... Chapter 2Maggie hurried to the door. "I'm coming, hold on, I'm coming" she shouted, rushing to the door and almost tripping up. As she laughed, joked and went about the house with friends and relatives, an occasional momentary slippage of the dupatta would give any person lucky enough to be around a view of her back. The front was not daringly cut, but yes, it was firm and supportive enough to hold up her breasts almost as if they were on offer. The motifs on the front of the blouse, while traditional, were arranged in a manner that visually accentuated the contours of her oh-so-suckable breasts. None of this was lost.