Frank had two young men from work meet us there to help carry our stuff up to the second floor apartment. By 2 o'clock everything was in the apartment... The two young black guys Darin and Tyson kept staring at Jessie. Who could blame them Jessie had on a pair of tight shorts that showed the contours of her pussy. On top of that she had a wet spot from Frank's cum still oozing out of her.Frank had brought in a bottle of whiskey and soda. Frank poured a drink for everyone once glasses were. Erica and I can't do that, but long ago we worked out an accepted change to the body of our tank. The magazine is still beneath us, but the shells come out to my left where the communications system was set up. Yes, my tank drives from the right side rather than the left, I don't know why it was set up that way initially, but I'm used to it now.Anyways, the way we have it set up is that when Erica fires she lets me know what shell she needs next. I have a selector set up that I can reach with. Nissa fluttered around Cas's head as she stood in front of the mirror."See? You're really pretty!" the pixie said before landing on her head,and leaning of to look her in the eyes. "Hey hey! Are you hungry? I'mhungry. I bet you're hungry, aren't you," Nissa said before landing overon the vanity. The pixie began rifling through the pieces of jewelry,finally picking up a mithril and diamond encrusted tiara. The pixieplaced it on Cas's head, while Cas just stared at herself."No..." Cas whispered. One man had disfiguring acne - but he could make his zits explode, spraying a caustic, debilitating substance on anyone he chose.In the comics, there would have been superheroes everywhere, or at least supervillains. But this was the real world, and the existing power blocs - nations, corporations, radical groups - had simply found a new resource to exploit. A paranormal either hid (if they could) and led a normal life - or they were discovered and 'recruited'.Such had been my fate. A couple of.