*"Are you sick?" What?"Brad sat forward on his stool and leaned across the bar. The place was packed and throbbing as Friday night got into full swing.... "I said, are you sick?" he repeated with a slur in his voice as the drink took him.I shook my head and undid my tie. Despite the foot of snow outside it was like an oven inside. "No, why'd you ask?" I shouted over the din.Brad snorted and nudged Jerry who was mumbling into his beer. "Listen to this schmuck here," he grunted. Brad was a big guy. “Yeah! There’s this imp, you know, from the Seventh Dimension. You know, the one who was always using magic and messing with Superman’s mind?”“Yeah, go on…”“Well, he’s secretly in love with Kara, you know?” Tanya continued. “And he created this magical cloud of Red Kryptonite that Supergirl flies through. She doesn’t notice it, but then there’s this runaway atomic missile and Kara chases it, and as she catches up with it, the heat from its rocket engine makes her all itchy and horny and stuff.. It was early and everyone was still asleep. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to his bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed.In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he. Most of the leaves had fallen from the handful of trees on the property, and they looked somehow sinister in the weak moonlight.The barn was partially open on the side that faced away from the road, so I walked down the side of the barn, and around to the open front. There were several pens that faced the house, and a large wagon sat just inside the opening. I could now see a white light, brighter than any lantern, cast against the opposite wall beyond the wagon. I stepped around the wagon, and.