Emma sat down and began talking...what Storm had against her...made her suspicious was...troublesome. She was noticing things that happened. The ways that foes seemed to change sides-the way that she was always a zillion steps ahead of anyone...yes it was troubling...but there was a weakness in Hanks security system...that she knew hed installed...
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And no more pretences....Mr H was all passion and intensity...their clothes seemed to shoot off...and they rolled over onto the bed...It was as she dreamed it was...He gripped her...held her...and his luscious organ sank into her so rapidly...so huge...so big...oooohhh...
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The Black Cat was in the warehouse...slowly making her way along...unseeing the one behind her...but then again...this one had spent a long time learning to be just out of sight...Emma, through her link with the Crimequeen had managed to arrange things with the prison services...using "solidarity" as an excuse...that and her powers were usually all she needed..
The Vanisher looked and waited...timed himself...from what he had heard she probably had enhanced senses, he must vanish act and vanish in moments...
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Petula was all over the man holding...touching feeling...she felt him..."OOOOO so big....so...big..." Their legs coiled round each other gripping...And she felt it ...
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The Vanisher wasn't so sure about this agreement with the white queen but he really had no choice. He was still on the Public security list...he needed protection so...when the Queenpin or her people say jump...he jumps....The Black Cat neared...and he moved...Vanishing...then appearing right next to her-us of shock knuckles...then grab and vanish....
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The security system was focused on sign of resistance to manipulation...logical...and good against anyone but someone who had learned to be subtle....or who came prepared...Storm began asking about her meetings with the Prison service...and the Vanisher...and...began feeling herself becoming...confused and uncertain....Undercutting her conscious mind, reaching through lower levels Storm would find herself feeling uncertain about things...facts would seem less important. Things like who she helped and how...
"What it comes down to is....is " She said...."You have others....in mind to help..."
"Storm, I WANT to help my Mutant sisters and brothers...I thought you realised that..."
And somehow that statement seemed so important...so primary...other things seemed...minor...Perhaps she had been a bit harsh with Emma...
It was working, Emma thought...doubts and uncertainties were washing over her in a short while the wall of suspicion would fail...and she would see things...her way...and in time....