So?" Angel noticed the beginnings of an oddly familiar tingling."Well, there were a couple of things they were looking at that seemed pretty cool. One...was remote viewing, which is pretty much what we now call telesense. People could supposedly see, and sometimes hear, what was happening in other places. Like a holocast without the cameras."Angel thought about every boy he had ever known, including her previous self, and what they would use that ability for first. She smirked and asked "And the. He asked me out, right there on the dance floor, but I told him that superheroines don't date.When I was sixteen years old, we had an interplanetary adventure that involved a number of other superheroes. A couple of planets were threatening war, and the Justice League traveled out there to keep the peace. There were so many powerful heroes, like Superman, Green Lantern, the Flash, Wonder Woman, but they all deferred to Batman as if he were the General of the troops. I'd never met Superman. .I noticed that when the men would talk aboutstroking my pretty hair or sitting me on their laps I would getespecially aroused in my panties. I tried to ignore it. I tried toignore that it was starting to give me a feeling of satisfaction whenthey would pat me on the head and tell me I was a good little cumwhore.My final chat of the evening was like that:Mrsir: hi pretty girlMegan: haiMrsir: sits you on his lapMrsir: plays with your hair. Stroking it. Whispers in your ear 'haveyou been a good. When she closed her eyes, all she could hear were the crickets chirping.However, it wasn't only the shrill sound of crickets rubbing their legs and wings together to make their stridulating melody; there was also a little giggle coming from the enchanted woods."That noise doesn't belong to a cricket," Aliyah muttered as she opened one eye.Oh, but perhaps it was her imagination playing tricks on her!But really, was it her imagination?Meanwhile, a crafty creature of this lush forest invaded.