Wanda working on the finer points of what she’s become.
The kiss on the cheek turned into much more. Lil’ Tyson and the woman in the driveway began to grope each other, and their lips met in a much deeper and more intimate lip greeting.
Wanda hovered quietly next to a tall oak tree 35 feet in the air and unnoticed. Soft brown colors of her costume worked well to camouflage her presence.
I shivered. Possible pedophilia hooked with drug dealing, the implications and offenses were building up around the teenage rough rider. Did I need to intervene?
Since the transformation in the supermarket parking lot, not only did I have phenomenal strength, speed, and electric generating power, all my senses became exaggerated 100 times my previous abilities.
My vision was amplified, I could focus on a sound 3 miles away, and the even the most subtle scents were easy to pick up.
Smelling the pheromones between Lil’ Tyson and the woman below caused me to gag and begin to throw up in my mouth but I fought it down. Learning to turn off my senses and regulate them is a new and constant challenge.
My jaw dropped.
Women do not act so brazenly but her home was obscured by tall trees and hedges.
She removed Lil’ Tyson’s shirt and the two pressed together. Lil’ Tyson’s firm breasts were exposed as she leaned back and roughly took off the other woman’s shirt.
They stood together in the moonlight kissing and loving each other in a passionate embrace.
A hint of the moon’s gleam revealed a very different view of Lil’ Tyson’s face. She appeared much older and stronger than I observed earlier. No way she was a teenager and certainly not a boy.
“Did you make all the drops?”
“Yeah, ran into a few setbacks but it’s all good.”
“What happened?” the broad-shouldered very dark woman asked.
“I don’t exactly know. Some freak in a costume helped me out with those two stupid runners we use. And then, a crazy cat came out of nowhere and distracted that Neo-Nazi fuck but I got his money too.”
I felt an unwilling pride well up. Two strong brown independent women stood before me. Unfortunately, they were both obviously involved in running drugs and were dangerous.
Superheroes make tough decisions.
How could I justify busting these two? Knocking them unconscious and delivering them to the police would have no stick to it. Would I attach a note to their flaccid tied up bodies like in some comic? On what grounds?
The law needed more than an anonymous criminal deposit.
Flying home it occurred to me I couldn’t solve most problems in the world. I would have to begin making small chinks in the inequities and evils around the globe.
Keeping my identity on the down-low, well completely secret was a necessity.
The many choices I have to make are overwhelming but for right now I have to get ready to go back to work on Monday. Juggling work and superheroic deeds will be its own challenge.
Good thing I don’t need to sleep anymore. The electric juice in my system keeps me revved.
Only being able to go out at night is an issue to work around. I’ll have to have a plan to go public or at least create mystery with flash appearances until I’m ready for full exposure. Dealing with the press and all the rest will be a nightmare.
Processing and adapting to her new super ways gave Wanda the greatest concerns she would ever face.
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