"Anything interesting going on today, Worms," Mojo said the workers as he eyes darted from screen to screen, observing the images that flashed across ...hem. Each screen was following a different superhuman from the planet Earth, whether they were in the middle of a battle or just going about their daily lives. Mojo's camera's captured their every action and none of them had the slightest idea that they were under surveilance.On one screen, Wolverine was tearing through a group of Hydra. Then she completely shocked me: she put her hand on me, down below, and giggled, ‘I think I’ll have some use for this later today.’ Oh, my God, Jennifer Matthews actually said that? ‘You don’t have to wait until later, you know.’ ‘Yes I do: you don’t have any clean sheets on your bed. Yuck! Anyway, do you have any wild plans for our two-week anniversary?’ ‘Honestly, my plans for today were to get to the laundromat early this afternoon, ’cause all of my clothes are dirty, and that’s as far in. I'd been somewhat apprehensive at seeing her, wondering how she might react towards me now having had time to think through everything that had been said, and had happened. I was relieved when she smiled, though she quickly turned heading back towards her own office having dropped off the letter. I stood up closing my own door, even as I felt the sudden swelling of my cock begin inside my pants though I hadn't as yet even read her letter or knew of its content, but her smile and half-wink had. ”“Feisty?”“A true Southern Belle and a Georgia Peach.”“1983? You were in Chicago and estranged from Kara, I think. That’s when Becky was hoping you two could get back together.”I nodded, “Ancient history now. I was glad to hear she, Andy, and the kids are doing well. She deserves it.”Ben nodded, “That she does. And whatever it was you said to her that last time you talked, worked.”I kept my face passive, because it wasn’t the talking that made the difference. Sure, we had talked, but we had.