C’mon, think about it. A guy gets cheated on, and then uses his super powers to get even? Deus ex Machina, dude. It’s too easy.”“I don’t spe...ak French, you know that,” Sean said pompously, pulling my chain.“Yeah, you know what it means, you arsehole. The bad guy just happens to get hit by lightning or something equally unlikely – like the rain offing Stanley Tucci in the Lovely Bones after he kills Saoirse Ronan. Or more likely, the poor cheated husband or wife just turns out to be Special. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.“Julian,” she sighed, and then paused. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”_______________________ A few hours later, we were walking arm in arm along the seawall of Victoria’s inner harbour. We’d had a late, intimate meal at a small French restaurant, and I was now trying to figure out how to address the elephant in the room: my hotel room, that is.“So…” I started. Even though her bags were already upstairs, I wasn’t sure how to take the next. If you like or even dislike the story send me an email with your critique. Thank you for taking the time to read my tale and commenting. I hope you enjoy the story. ******************** Johnny made good time the first day on the trail. That evening when he camped, he changed clothes. The friend he’d met at the Pacific Ocean had an extra set of buckskins and a trade was made. Johnny gave him a skinning knife that he seldom used for the clothes. He’d waited until now to change because he didn’t. ” I lowered my voice and continued. “And face it, you cant keep your eyes off of me. If you knew you could you would have let your husband join us. Instead, you came to this little restaurant where I would bet none of your friends or coworkers ever eat.” I figured it was time to lower the hammer. “I will make you a deal. This is my hotel. If you honestly think that you can’t control yourself around me then prove it. I’ll wager that you can’t stay in my room for one hour without asking me to.