He disentangled from her, pulled on his jeans and a sweatshirt, and went down to the kitchen. Shortly, he had a pot of coffee brewing and orange juice...in a glass while he walked down to the mailbox to get the Los Angeles Times. The cool morning fog nestled in the tall trees and enfolded the shrubs on the hillside across the road. The slight breeze pushed and swirled the fog like the veils of an exotic belly dancer. Not as stimulating as a dancer perhaps, but exquisite in its own right.After. No. Could... Could you do me a favor? Could you bring up the files on Superwoman and Batwoman?" Gordon nodded. "Sure. Lemme call up the website..." ~Website?!~ Dick thought. Sure enough, a website called Whoreoines.com appeared on the screen. It was essentially an advertisement for the Super-Hookers, listing not just powers, but identities, real-names, what they liked to do during sex, what they wouldn't do, and who they'd do for free. He gulped nervously. He saw that several male heroes had. R: Yes da tell me. What are your conditions?Me: Before telling the conditions I want to know where are we going? I know that you don’t have any meetings there. Now tell me the truth.R: Yes da you are right. I don’t have any meetings with anyone there. It’s all just a drama to make you say yes for my fun. I do have my friend’s estate there. That was used by her family and friends to have a small break from our busy schedule life. The key is with me cause they are living abroad.R: Also I clearly. It killed me when she'd tell her boyfriend's that I was like a "brother" to her and when she told me of her sexual exploits. I would imagine myself in them while masturbating all the time. Fast forward to the summer after my freshman year at college. I had been away from the small town I had grown up in. My complexion had cleared and I was finally confident to tell Tina how I felt about her. I was excited to see her and catch up. But I was sidelined, Tina had gotten engaged! Tina had stayed.