"Please."A lounger and two folding chairs were on the porch. When Jean returned from the kitchen, the boys were ensconced in the chairs. She handed th...em their lemonades before reclining on the lounger with her legs tucked under her. She tugged the coverup around her."What's the problem?" she asked."Sex." Sex?" Jean snickered. "Two college studs asking an old married woman for advice about sex? What's this world coming to?" Please don't laugh, Mrs. Brown. It's a real problem for us." Do you. " I could always take it from her." Melissa put in. "Angie's kinda' small - I could take her." I don't think so." Heather couldn't help putting a little condescension in her voice. "Angie's a second degree black belt. Don't you ever listen?"Melissa loomed over Heather. "I listen well enough. You got a problem?" Fighting among ourselves isn't going to help." Jenny said stepping between the two. "We need a plan." Did I... did I really rape him?" Ginger squeaked from her chair. "Is that what I. Through Amelia, I discovered her aunt and uncle were fun-loving lushes, inebriated almost every night. Neither mistreated her. By all accounts, they were pleasant and generous. Amelia’s only complaint was she’d occasionally miss singing classes because they were a bit forgetful when they’d drink. It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubular bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly. ” She grinned. “She’s moving to comic books next, I didn’t get Wonder Woman but maybe I can get Big Barda or She-Hulk.”I frowned. She was tall, 5’10’’, and muscled, for a girl. Not quite the 7’ Barda or Shulkie claimed but you had to make some leeway for actual human shapes no doubt. I knee-jerked no, because I wanted impossible authenticity. I forced myself to be reasonable. I could see her taking on the role, but, yeah, it wasn’t my first choice. Taller would be better“What about Blackfire?”.