For nine months his dreams had danced around this, leaving him feeling empty and unfulfilled, and with damp sheets. Tarren gripped the waist of his tr...users, tugging at the drawstring. Standing, she slid the rough material past his hips and off him. Springing free of his nightclothes, his body beckoned to her, standing strong in the early morning moonlight streaming through the window. She caught his eye and smiled again. He felt as if her smiles had always been just for him, a secret they had. His greeting was met by a hearty "Thanks, glad to be here," from the new arrival.Chief O’Mara’s didn’t bother to hide his lack of enthusiasm for working with anything resembling a super hero and gave a acknowledging but hardly welcoming grunt. The girl that had come into the Commissioner’s office seemed to confirm all his worst fears - outlandish costume, extravagantly over endowed physique, and, of course, a mask."This is, sorry what was the name again," Commissioner Brown sometimes lacked a. What now?” In grade four, a teacher introduced her to the wonder of using words to create a different sort off picture.Mr. and Mrs. Shorten sought help of every sort, which invariably failed. One counsellor completely missed the significance when the little girl answered “why? Because the pressure is going to kill me. When I write it lets off the pressure for a little while. If I don’t, it will just keep pushing until I rip open from here to here”, running a hand from sternum to throat. In. He took a sheet of paper and wrote his love for her upon it. This letter was much longer and covered two pages. In it, he reminisced about moments of passion stolen in alleys, lazy afternoons swimming in streams, and other shared adventures. Other folks had seen a bag lady; Harry had seen a free spirit who wasn’t bound by normal conventions. No one but Harry had ever considered her pretty, but he thought she was a beauty queen.Harry sat back and wiped the tears from his eyes. It hurt not to be.