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A FOG Mission Takes Shape For Super Wanda

Wanda is coping and contemplating her initial FOG(Finger of God) international moment.

Her exciting night ended the moment she arrived home. Wanda’s apartment looked a wreck. The cat destroyed her digs clawing up the couch and pillows, ripping open the refrigerator door and throwing it across the kitchen. She found food splashed on the walls, countertops, and floor.

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Sleep was a fading memory. The awesomeness of having your juice turned up 300% nonstop felt a bit awkward and tiresome. Wanda needed a mental break from being awake the past 3 days but not the slightest hint of tired played on her body or brain.

She began to clean but all she could think was, “I hate cleaning and where is that damn cat? The cat should be cleaning her own damn mess up.”

An hour into scrubbing floors and walls with Maxwell’s music blasting took Wanda to an unexpected mindscape. She thought back on Lil’ Tyson and her beautiful friend.

The memory washed over her in a waking dream. Passion shared, bare bodies embracing, the deep intense kiss between adoring women. Wanda found herself drifting in her own sensual pleasure. Her vivid recollection brought Wanda there again and again.

She lay on the kitchen floor in a sweat. A knock on her front door startled her. Wanda pulled up her shorts and put on a shirt.

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“Who is it?”

“Hey, can you turn down the music? I’m George Humphrey, your next door neighbor. People tryin’ to get sleep here. Gotta work tomorrow!”

“I’m sorry.” Wanda lowered the music. “Forgot what time it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it down.”

Wanda hoped her irritated neighbor wouldn’t make a complaint to their apartment office. She had enough to deal with lately.

Not having been on a date in forever, Wanda considered why she suddenly was attracted to women. She always dated men.

Maybe, she was experiencing changes in her life besides getting superpowers. Maybe it was the heat of the moment. The answer wasn’t obvious or apparent.

Dating or any kind of amorous relationship did not figure into Wanda’s life plan right now and had not for a few years. She didn’t need or want a man. Now she considered a man may never be the answer.

Her career at CostRitz remained her #1 priority. She intended on becoming General Manager for this retail giant’s chain warehouse hub. Putting in year after year of hard smart work demanded her ascent. Wanda’s mind was set.

The small bolts formerly holding her refrigerator door on were bent. Charge, the super cat, warped the bolts with her sheer force when she ripped the door off and flung it across the kitchen.

Wanda easily picked up the door and snapped it back into place. Then she burned an intense charge of superheated electricity through her fingers to pinch the bolts straight and back into place.

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Monday morning quickly approached.

Her apartment looked immaculate. Going back to work at CostRitz would pale next to the excitement her superpowers promised. But, Wanda knew appearances of a normal life ranked high on the keeping her identity secret agenda.

“Good morning,” Wanda said to a shift supervisor. Her warm and cheerful spirit known by everyone working or shopping at CostRitz.

“Please remember we are being visited by the Regional Supervisor today. I want everything clean and in place. Try to get everyone motivated. Thanks.”

All the employees under Wanda’s watch respected and adored her.

Wanda suspected the Regional Supervisor would announce today she was to be the store’s next General Manager. The GM title commanded a higher salary and more prestige within CostRitz.

Thousands of miles away atrocities perpetrated by a vicious leader attempting to remain in control of a struggling country erupted into a deadly massacre. Venezuela’s dictator Mendoza ordered his loyal armed forces to fire on protesting citizens.

Reporters and international news sources suddenly lost all contact with transmissions coming from Venezuela.

Wanda heard the critical report during her lunch break. The world watched and wondered in anticipation of further tragic breaking news.

In an instant, she knew. Her first mission to interrupt a tyrant’s killing spree and help Venezuela find liberation felt like an incredible superhero beginning on the international scene.

Wanda intended to show Venezuela and the world what a real superhero consisted of after work.

“I am The FOG. The FOG will set things straight,” she thought.

Find the next episode here, #12.

Find parts of the story preceding this episode here: #1 A New Super Kind of Woman, #2 A More Than Deadly Supervillain Foe, #3 Terrific Tabby Tastes, #4 Stray Cat Shuffle No More, #5 Unleashing the Super Women In Wanda, #6 Wanda’s Superhero Costume Choices & Crazy Cats, #7 Grasping Super Responsibility, Wanda’s Dilemma, #8 A Super Kind of Women Taking Action & Cat Consequences, #9 Super Women Don’t Stalk They Observe, #10 Super Women Can Have Super Misconceptions

Hero Villain Superhero from Pixabay

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