It didn't matter how muchI did for him. His mind wandered. I wondered if he was sleeping withanother person, but there weren't a lot of candidates lik... me.Joy and Nancy took to dropping by. They no longer teased me about beingfeminine. I guess God had the bigger joke. They talked about fashion.They talked about hair. They talked about the soaps. I kept looking atNancy and trying to see the man inside. I could not.Even when we went to O'Malley's, I was in a dress. Terri encouraged meto dance. Everywhere one could see the cover photo of the Daily Planet taken by a photographer named Jimmy Olsen, who was only known locally until then. It had happened before that the superheroes had to kill lives to save many others, but that one of them had cold-bloodedly killed someone who had surrendered and posed no danger at all had never happened before. The fact that it was also one of the leadership council of the league only made it worse.The photo clearly showed how the flash beat the heart. "Come on," Alison said, "let's get wet!" And with that, she took hold of my now rock solid cock and led me into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and after a few seconds, we stepped into the cubicle. Immediately we resumed our kissing and this time I allowed my hands to run up and down her back, the water making it nice and slippery. I moved down to her arse cheeks, taking one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them whilst my erection stood firm against her belly.Alison's hands were also. Brittany purchased their drinks then waited impatiently by the men's room door. The thin white t-shirt she wore clung to the wet bikini in a way that revealed her firm nipples, brought on by the store's air conditioning. This caught the attention of a man in his early twenties headed for the restroom. He stopped so she asked if he'd tell her brother to hurry. Opening the bathroom door, the guy saw Brandon dropping coins into the condom machine. "Dude,", he said, "the chick with red.