Okay. I'm not angry.Anyway, as I said, she sat down, as comfortable as anyone could be, and started talking. That helped me a little. Then, in a few m...inutes, she put her hand on my arm. It seems so silly now, such a little thing, but when she did that I couldn't say anything at all. It was like I was under a spell. I wasn't completely sure she was going to do anything with me, and I was afraid I might drive her away, so I didn't even move.She asked me if I wanted to dance. There was a slow. She smiled as she remembered when she first begannoticing the bulges in the pants of all of the villains and their cronies.She realized that they were getting sexual kicks from the fighting. And shewas too! She became curious about those cocks. She started dreaming aboutbeing overpowered and those big strong henchmen discovering her panties -and then doing... THINGS to her.But the change... ah, yes, his change in attitude... had happened oneevening when one of Bruce's League buddies had noticed. Just as the previous night my son snuck into the barn with bread.“I have some for both of you,” he whispered and broke apart a modest amount of stale bread for us.“You are a Saint,” Penelope said as he fed me. She asked him his name and he whispered “Charles Henry Hutchings, a pleasure to make your acquaintance!”“Charmed, I am sure,” she smiled from across the barn and said she offer to let him kiss her hand but it was otherwise occupied. Charles giggled at that.“My you are a handsome one. Looking out of her window while adjusting her hair, she saw the streets bustling again. People walked around and cars were about. As her eyes adjusted to the light, and she noticed a stocky man that was staring right at her from three floors down and across the street."Fuck! He’s looking at me! I can’t just move away,” she muttered, but tried to act as if she didn’t notice. She calmed herself. “Hmmm, he’s not bad looking. Mmmm."Alexia leant on the windowsill, pushing her breasts out to rest on.