"Why, thank you," said Marcia with a smile. She hoped that it would benothing more."Care to dance?" he then said, once they had finished their drinks....I'm not that good, mind you," she replied."Same here, so we're both in the same boat. I'll just keep it simple," hesmiled.He lead her to the dance floor, and facing her, put his arms around herwaist. She responded by holding his shoulders."You still nervous?" he asked."As I said, I've never danced before," she replied. She daren't say whatwas. You are James Hawkins.You are the most recently emerged metahuman- a person with special abilities above the norm. After watching others from afar, both heroes and villains, affecting the world as you know it in a variety of ways, it's finally your turn in the limelight. What you choose to do with your recently awakened powers is up to you. Will you be the next great inspiring hero? Or will you succumb to your darker impulses? Or will you establish some sort of middle ground, walking neither. It shouldn’t have, but it did. His hand slid behind her back and he undid the bra clasp. At this moment, Ron realized how much of a release he needed. He leaned forward slightly, not wanting to stop her hand, and removed her bra. Knowing she was a B-cup was different than actually seeing his daughter topless. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and the perfection of a centerfold model. He dragged his fingers across the top curves of both breasts, around the outer and underside of her left. “Thanks but I will be OK,” I told her as I gave her a little hug and a quick kiss.“Are you sure Janet?” DeRonda asked me taking my hand into hers.I shook my head yes, as I got into my car. I drove back to John’s and mine apartment. I threw myself down onto the sofa and I cried my eyes out. How could he be doing this to me and why was he doing it. I felt betrayed by John for not telling me the truth. I cried more as I thought he just did not want me any more.I spent two days in our apartment.