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Life with Alpha

by A. Pseudonym


Chapter Five:  Power Girl


Codes:  MF, MF+, FF, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book

Disclaimer:  Power Girl/Kara Zor-L is owned by DC Comics and is used
here without permission for entertainment purposes only.  All
artificial persons herein are based on characters owned by their
creators, not the author.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Power_girl



	Alpha took a long time to work out the specifics of some basic
superpowers.

	Super-strength was relatively easy.  Barring the addition of
actual mechanical parts, the best way to gain super-strength was to
create unnaturally high-density muscles and build the super-dense
muscles in a weave pattern, thus greatly increasing the stress limits
of the muscles.  Think of a woven basket or Chinese finger trap.

	(It should be noted here that a rat died in the
experimentation stage, our first test animal fatality.  It's heart was
made super-strong, and when it was put in a stressful situation, the
pressure created by the heart broke blood vessels all throughout the
body.  It was too much for even the nanite horde to deal with.  So we
ended up slightly lessening the super-strength of the heart and
strengthening the blood vessel network a bit.)

	A simple increase in bone density was not going to be enough
to support the possible stresses from heavy lifting, so the bones were
reinforced with nano carbon tubes.  Weaving these rigid tubes
throughout each bone gave better-than-steel reinforcement without
risking any damage to the surrounding structure like you might risk
with a crystalline bone material.

	Inspired by the structure of kevlar, Alpha could create a
similar weave of carbon nanotubes throughout the skin to allow for a
great deal of damage resistance.  Definitely not invulnerability, but
the combination of skin, muscles and bone like this could
theoretically stop low caliber bullets.

	Small muscles could be added to the eyes to allow for small,
deliberate deformations, which could allow the person to see slightly
into the infrared and ultraviolet spectrums.  Other than that, extra
efficient design was used for eyes and ears to allow for perfect
senses.

	Flight was impossible with a normal human shape and the known
laws of physics.  So were laser-beam eyes and ice breath.  Yes, the
lungs were made much more powerful and efficient, but there would be
no blowing fires out from a distance.

	Eye-hand coordination was improved to where, if she used guns,
she could probably quick draw and hit a fly at a hundred paces.

	While the skin weave design was fairly fire resistant, a fire
would still burn off the outermost layers of skin and fry the nerves,
so that would not be a pleasant experience.

	Theoretically, a super-heroine could, without looking like a
sideshow freak or professional wrestler, dead-lift up to 1000 lbs,
have a 6 to 10 ft vertical leap, read the fine print on an eye chart,
hear a conversation in the next room clearly and pick out the heat
signatures of who was talking.

	Building all of this into a body doubled the growth and
assembly period from 1.5-2 months to 3-4 months.  But Power Girl was
worth it.

* * * * *

	Power Girl, Kara Zor-L, was both a unique character in the DC
Comics universe and a generic superhero.  Her actual full history is
very convoluted and weird and I recommend researching her on your own
time if you're interested.

	If you only know DC comics through TV and movies, think of
Supergirl's clone from the Justice League cartoon, Galatea.

	In her current comic book incarnation, she is an alternate
universe version of Supergirl from a destroyed reality who survived
the destruction and recreation of all existence.  (If that sounds
confusing, understand that this is the simplified origin that makes
sense.)  

	She has the generic, basic package of Kryptonian superpowers
(like Superman) and has been a member of various groups, most notably
the Justice League (back when it was full of also-rans) and the
Justice Society (where she was eventually made chairwoman).

	Physically, she is tall, has a bob of short blond hair that
doesn't quite reach her shoulders and a huge bosom, large even for
comic book women.  She looks to be maybe around 30, though that can
vary depending on who the artist is.

	So why is she a character of interest to me?  Well, most
obvious of reasons is her chest.  Her outfit has an oval cutout
uncovering her cleavage, which strongly draws the eye every time you
see her.

	But even more important is her character.  [For comic book
fans, I had Alpha take her character information from the Geoff Johns
stories, and not the old bland feminist version.]  She sometimes tries
to act like a normal person, but rarely succeeds.  She keeps a box of
spare doorknobs for her apartment since she regularly forgets her key
and has to destroy the current knob. Or she just forgets her own
strength.  She knows the effect her costume has on men and has no
problem teasing them about it, or alternately, getting annoyed with
them for staring.  Theoretically, her costume's chest hole is there to
wait for her to find her own symbol, like Superman's S or Batman's
batwings.

	When she talks about her past, she becomes wonderfully
emotionally vulnerable.  She survived the first Crisis which destroyed
her home universe, which made her alone.  When her universe was
recently recreated, a new Power Girl was recreated with it, meaning
she's not just alone, she was replaced.

	Yet, she presses on, trying to establish her own identity.

* * * * *

	Something else that was unique about Power Girl was how I
added significant new sections into her history.

	Superheroes, especially in the DC Universe (or if you're in
the X-Men) have ridiculously convoluted histories which get that way
through constant reinvention and filling of back stories and rewrites.
Plus, they rarely have any downtime.  If you consider all the stories
and crossovers and guest appearances, Superman and Batman probably
have 48 hour days with no sleep.

	So I have worked with Alpha to create an inserted backstory
for Power Girl... involving me.  I gave her guilt-free vacations from
her superhero life.  Here are some highlights to give you an idea of
the setup.


Frank, Age: 10
	Frank is reading comic books and eating snacks behind his
family's cabin by a lake in Texas.  
	There is a bright flash of light nearby and a blond woman in a
white costume appears.
	She looks around wildly, then seems to step forward and falls
on her face. She picks herself up and notices Frank.
	"Excuse me... ummm.. where am I?"
	"Possum Kingdom Lake" and he points to a nearby lake.
	"Where is Possum Lake?"
	"Texas."
	"Texas?  Huh.  Look, something happened to me when that ray
hit me.  Do you have a phone so I can call the Justice League?"
	"Justice League's not real.  It's a comic."  Frank digs
through his reading material and pulls out a comic, offering it to the
lady.
	She starts looking through it distractedly.  "We are too real.
I was just stopping a bank robbery.  The robbers had high tech guns
they said were disintegrators.  But now I can't fly for some reason
and... Is this what the artist thinks I look like..." she trails off.
	The boy yells back at the cabin, "MOM!"  then turns back to
the strange lady.
	"We're on vacation.  Wanna twinkie?"
	She eats the offered snack, still looking at the comic.
"Something's not right..."
	Franks mother exits the cabin and hurries over.
	"Can I help you... Miss?"
	"Oh, sorry."  She hands the comic back to the boy.  "I was on
my way to a... a costume party.  And my boyfriend kicked me out... we
had a fight.  And your son was just being nice and sharing his snack
with me.  Thank you.  Hi, my name is Karen."  She shakes hands with
Frank, who introduces himself.  "Do you have a phone I can use?"
	"Certainly.  And you'll want to cover up some.  It's going to
get cold soon. I think I have an extra sweater you can borrow."
	They entered the cabin, then exited a couple minutes later,
with Kara now wearing an old sweater over her costume.
	"Thanks again, I guess I just remembered the wrong number.  I
should be fine walking back to the highway."
	The mother continues to watch for another minute, returning to
the cabin shortly before the costumed lady disappears in a flash of
light, leaving the sweater behind to fall to the ground.


Frank age:  10 (12 weeks later)
	Power Girl reappears in the same place in another flash of
light.  She looks around, but no one is in sight.
	She notices a "PG" carved into the tree Frank had been leaning
against, and an arrow pointing down to recently disturbed dirt.
	After digging for a moment, she finds a plastic bag and a
lunchbox.  Inside the bag is the sweater she had been given.  Inside
the lunchbox are a couple of granola bars, the Justice League comic
she had seen, a key and a letter.
	The letter reads:
"Power Girl, I know you are real and not in a costume like you said
because of how you apeared and disapeared.  I hope you are ok.  If you
come back and we arn't here because our vacation is now over, here are
some granola bars for you and a key to the cabin.  If you do come
back, maybe you could have a vacation instead.
-Frank"


Frank age:  16
	Frank and Kara are sitting inside the cabin, eating hot dogs.
	Kara is talking.
	"After my first visit, I talked with Dr. Hamilton at STAR
labs.  He said that the so-called disintegrators were actually
dimensional displacement units. He said there was some residual
radiation from the blast but it should wear off over time.
	"After I came back here on my second visit - you were gone - I
talked to him again.  He said the displacement radiation was growing
stronger for some reason. Something about my quantum makeup was
feeding it.  The target universe should have been random too, but he
theorized that I was drawn to this universe because I exist here only
as a fictional version of me, meaning I can fill a pre-existing hole
in the mental fabric of this universe.  He also thinks there's a big
Time difference between our worlds, which is why I can spend days here
and only be gone minutes or seconds back in my world."
	Frank:  "How often does it happen?"
	Kara:  "It's random.  I've come here 6 times so far.  Each
time I stay longer and there's more time between visits.  And the
physical laws are different here. Here I can't fly and don't have some
of my other powers, but I am still stronger and faster than normal.  I
think my senses are still well above normal too.  
	"On the other hand, you don't have any supervillains here.  No
one trying to take over the world with giant robots or whatever.
It's... relaxing.  I like it here.  Like a vacation.
	"Now how about you tell me some more about yourself.  You're a
nice young man.  Do you have a girlfriend yet?"


Frank age:  21
	Frank and Kara are sitting on a couch in the cabin, eating
pizza.
	"No, Erica dumped me a couple weeks ago.  I suppose we weren't
going anywhere as a couple, but it still hurts, y'know.  Hey, do you
ever date?"
	"Me?  A little, here and there.  I tend to intimidate men.  Or
they were only interested in my... 'assets' to begin with."
	"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, you do have very
'intimidating assets'.  Maybe you could meet guys online or something,
so they could get to know you as a person before they see you.  I
mean, you're a great person, in and of yourself.  Your 'assets' are
just a bonus."
	"That's sweet of you to say, but I don't have the time for
online dating, let alone sorting out if someone is who they say they
are online."
	"What about dating other superheroes?"
	"I've tried a bit here and there.  Maybe I'm just too cynical.
Getting crusty in my old age."
	"You sure don't look old.  Hey, do you age the same as us
humans?"
	"I don't think so, but I don't really know for sure.  I don't
know of any Kryptonians living to old age under a yellow sun.  And I'm
not even from the same Krypton as the others anyway."
	"Confusing.  Hey, do you want some wine?  I'm finally old
enough to drink, as of a couple months ago."
	"Sure.  After all, I'm on vacation."

The next morning, Kara wakes up naked in bed when Frank brings in a
tray with breakfast.
	"What?  Frank?  Oh, no.  This was a mistake."
	"And a good morning to you too, Kara.  Breakfast in bed?"
	"I'm sorry.  I just... we shouldn't have..."
	"I don't think it was a mistake.  I'm ecstatically happy."
	"Frank, you're... I... I took advantage of you.  You're a
great guy, but I'm too... you're too much younger than I am.  And I
don't even belong in this world, I'm just visiting and we don't even
know for how long."
	"But next time you visit, you'll be the same age, pretty much,
and I'll be older.  And I know I can't have you here forever."
	"Frank, I'm a one-guy woman and I'm just here temporarily..."
	"Maybe we could just enjoy each other while we're here.  I
won't be jealous of your boyfriends in your universe..."
	"And I won't be jealous of your girlfriends here, huh?  Tell
you what, I'll think about it.  Now gimme breakfast."


Frank age:  26
	Frank drives up to the cabin in an old brown sedan.  Kara
exits the cabin with an overcoat covering her uniform.
	"Hey, Kara!  Welcome back.  After you called, I stopped off
and grabbed some clothes for you to change into, if you want.  Or some
other things that can probably fit over your uniform."  Pause "It's
great to see you again.  You look prettier every time you come back."
	"It's great to see you too, Frank."  
	They hug.
	"So how have you been?  Still a lady-killer?"
	"Thanks but I've never been a lady-killer.  I'm doing okay, I
guess.  Been working on a lot of AI programming in my spare time.  I
think I'm close to a breakthrough. Hey, could you get the bags in the
back seat?  I brought food too."


Frank age: 26 (same visit)
	Kara and Frank are in bed in his rented house.
	"Frank, a vacation is one thing, but I've been here for 5
months this time. I've got to do something or I'll go stir crazy."
	"Well, we don't have any supervillains for you to fight, and
if you start fighting normal criminals, the police might be likely to
arrest you as well... especially since you don't have a valid ID.  How
about... are there any classes you might want to take?  Anything you
wish you had time to learn back in your world?"
	"Hmmm... I don't know..."
	"Investment, real estate, medicine, literature... I can teach
you about computers..."
	"No offense, but the computers I use in my world are a bit
more advanced than the ones here."
	"Yeah, but most of the other stuff would probably translate
pretty well between worlds.  Some specifics would be different, sure.
Oh, I know.  You can memorize some popular books here that haven't
been published in your world, then write them when you go back!"
	She laughs.  "I don't know, there might be some kind of
interdimensional copyright laws I'd be breaking.  Laugh if you want,
but given some of the weird cosmic stuff that I've seen, I wouldn't be
too surprised if it happens."
	"Well, think about it.  I'm not rich... yet... but I can still
afford a few classes for you if you think of something you want to
learn."
	"Speaking of learning, did I ever tell you about the time
Wonder Woman seduced me?  Let me show you what I learned that time..."



	The story setup was partly inspired by reading The
Time-Traveler's Wife, but the idea for this setup seemed to allow for
the easy addition of Power Girl to my harem of ladies.  Heck, it would
even let me use Power Girl to help add in any other DC women since she
could smooth over any unease they might have.  And it would be years
before she became suspicious, if ever.

* * * * *

	And now, Power Girl was floating naked in the nano-growth goo.
Six feet, two inches (an inch taller than me), 240 lbs (very dense
muscle and bone).

	Her measurements are... bear with me, I've never been good
with the bust measurement.  You measure on top of the breasts then
compare the breast size with fruit, right?  Or is it measure just
underneath the breasts?  And what kind of fruit is almost the size of
the lady's head?  I think she's 44F-32-36... or something like that...
What comes after DDD?  Ah forget it.  She has big boobs and a great
figure.

	As you can tell by my certainty on the subject, I let Alpha
handle that part.  (As a side note for any details geeks, the only
specific reference I could find for her physical stats was an old
reference listing her as 5'7", 133 lbs.  However, this same reference
was from way back when she was the granddaughter of an Atlantean
sorcerer instead of a Kryptonian, and I preferred her to be taller
than that.  The heavier weight was non-negotiable due to her dense
muscle and bone structure.)

	She was the first sterile woman we had built, but the physical
changes we had put her through made carrying a baby a very risky
process in-and-of-itself, irrespective of the other previously
mentioned risks.  Alpha had taken the time to specifically have the
nanites remove all DNA from all of her eggs.  The empty egg cells were
still there, and she would still have periods...  but I might as well
shoot my sperm at a plastic Power Girl action figure for all the
likelihood of conception.

	The goo drained away and I gave her a good cleaning, hair
included.  I even had a curling iron on hand to give her hair a bit of
that nice inward curve at the ends.   Getting her into her costume was
a bit of a struggle, but not as hard as finding a good,
realistic-looking Power Girl costume in the first place.

	It was almost midnight and everyone was in their rooms, though
not necessarily sleeping.  Fortunately I had Alpha and the kill
switches to make sure they were all asleep when I carried Kara out to
the minivan.  I laid her down in the back seat, buckled the seatbelts
around her as best I could and drove her out to the cabin.

	The cabin was real, not just part of the story.  It was a
rental my parents regularly took me to when I was a kid.  I had bought
it outright a few months back and cleaned it up.  Once I decided on
the story we were using, I even went back and carved the PG into a
nearby tree and buried the cabin key in an old lunchbox.

	It was a warm early-August night, so I wasn't too worried
about Kara catching cold, especially since she shouldn't be out there
for too long.  I put a note on the cabin's kitchen counter with my new
phone number along with a cheap prepaid cell phone with charger.
(There was an actual landline in the cabin, but I didn't know if it
was even active or working.)

	The only difficult thing about this phase of the operation was
setting up a remote transmitter/receiver for Alpha.  Alpha's ability
to trigger Wake and Kill codes in the girls was limited to near my
house and we were over an hours drive away.  Basically the remote
setup involved a small transmitter/receiver disguised as a small HAM
radio, but with a cell phone inside to receive remote signals from
Alpha.  Alpha could call the cell and have monitoring and transmission
access for 100-200 feet. 

	I plugged it in and called Alpha to confirm it was working.

	Outside the temperature was 62 degrees, predicted to drop down
to 56 at most.  Must be so cool because we were so near a lake.  I
made sure to cover her with her cape when I laid her down near the
tree.  As long as no wild animal tried to eat her in the next hour, we
should be fine.  (No local animal would actually be able to eat her,
but they could hurt her, scraping off the outer layers of normal skin
before hitting the carbon nanotube-weave.)

	I drove home quickly.  Once inside the garage, I had Alpha
turn the girls back on.  They would probably just roll over briefly
and go back to sleep naturally.  Then I had him activate Kara.

	About 5 minutes later, just as I was getting into bed, the
phone rang.  I feigned grogginess as I answered.

	"Hello."

	"Frank, is that you?  It's Kara.  I'm back."

	"Kara!  That's great.  Listen, I live about an hour away now.
I need to get dressed and grab something with caffeine, so maybe an
hour and a half?  There should be a supply of dried food in the cabin
pantry if you're hungry.  Or we could stop by a drive-through on the
way back here.  I own my own house now!  Actually, I have a lot of
news to relay, but I guess I can tell you once I see you.  It's great
to hear from you again.  I'll see you in a little while.  Okay?"

	"Sounds good.  I'm really hungry like every time I come, so
I'll snack for now and plan on drive-through or something on the way
to your place.  Thank you, and I'm looking forward to seeing you
again."

	I got out of bed and threw my clothes back on.  I went quietly
to Kasumi's room and gently woke her up.

	"Kasumi?"

	"Mmmphhh?  Frank?"

	"Sorry to wake you in the middle of the night, but I need to
go pick up an old friend who just arrived in town.  I'm going to move
her into one of the spare rooms.  I thought you should know so you
aren't surprised by a strange woman at breakfast tomorrow... ummm...
this morning."

	I kissed her forehead and left.

	As I drove back out again, this time in the truck, sipping on
my coffee, I wondered if this is what Live Action Role-Playing felt
like.  I'd never gone in for LARPing before, but this was fun.  On the
other hand, LARPing probably didn't have guaranteed sex involved as
part of the story.

	Kara came out to meet me, wearing a long overcoat covering her
costume (probably scavenged from some forgotten closet in the cabin).
We met, kissed and embraced.  Really embraced.... painfully embraced.

	"Kara..." I wheezed, "Kara, you're still a lot stronger than I
am... air becoming an issue..."

	"Oh, I'm sorry.  You okay?"  She looked me up and down
critically.  "You look good.  Been exercising?"

	"Yeah, I got into shape.  Actually, I got into a lot of
things.  Hey, here, do you have everything from the cabin?  We should
bring the phone with us so you can use it while you're here."

	We collected the phone and locked up.  I drove her through a
24-hour Arby's, where she ordered half a dozen sandwiches.  I swore
her to secrecy and told her about my creation of Alpha and how good
she was at playing the stock market.  I told her about the new house I
had built and the people who were living with me now, assuring her
that they would just love her, sometimes literally if she let them.

	Power Girl doesn't blush, but I think that suggestion
definitely perked her ears up.

	She sounded a bit mistrusting of Alpha, even though I assured
her I had built safe-guards into her to prevent her being able to harm
anyone.  I even let her in on the secret that AI software here
requires special hardware too, so Alpha couldn't leave my systems or
make copies of herself.  I guess most superheroes probably would be
leery of intelligent computers.

	I asked for a recounting of her adventures since her last
visit and received a brief retelling of some of her more recent comic
books.

	"So I was thinking," I said during a pause in the
conversation.  "Last time you were here about 9 or 10 months.  Which
means we should probably count on this visit lasting a few years.  I'm
sorry to take you away from your family and friends for so long.  I
know it's not your choice to be here, but I'll try to make your stay
as happy as I can."

	"If it helps, I enjoy my time here enough that I probably
would choose to come here if I had a choice.  We always called my
visits here 'vacations', but they're also like I'm living a completely
different life without giving up my real... my other life.  I don't
think there's anything bad about it.  Well, except I really wish I
could still fly while I'm here."

	Kara was suitably impressed at the size of the house.  True,
it was no Wayne Manor, but it was a huge step up from my old 2 bedroom
rental house.  Some of the downstairs lights were on.

	"Hmmm... I think maybe Kasumi got up to welcome you.  She was
the first friend I invited to move in here.  She had a strange life in
Japan and... well, basically lost her family.  I've been helping her
establish a new life here.  She might be the kindest, most thoughtful
person I've ever met."

	I gave Kara a passionate, deep kiss before we left the garage,
tasting a bit of leftover Arby-que sauce.  "I'm going to ravish you
later."

	She grinned and said, "I think you misunderstand who's going
to ravish who."  

	I checked my watch.  "Note the 'later' in my comment.  The
problem is, while I don't know what time of day you're coming from,
it's 3:17 am here.  Even with caffeine and adrenaline, I'm about to
crash."

	"Actually, I'm coming from early evening.  I was on my way to
meet Zatanna and Diana for a girl's night out.  I wonder if I'll be
gone long enough for them to miss me?"

	I shrugged in response.  She squeezed my ass, and we went
inside.


	Kasumi, dressed in a nightgown, was waking up on the couch in
the sitting room.  "Welcome home, Frank-sama.  I prepared a room for
your friend.  Would either of you like something to eat or drink?"

	"Kasumi, this is Kara.  Kara, Kasumi.  
	"Kasumi, Kara is a friend I've known since I was 10 years old.
Her schedule is erratic and unpredictable, but she'll probably be in
town for the foreseeable future.  
	"Kara, Kasumi is a dear friend who has been helping me
organize the house.
	"Kara, are you still hungry or thirsty?"

	"I think maybe some water or cold milk.  I'm not especially
sleepy at the moment but I can probably nap to try to adjust to the
time change.  I'm used to grabbing what sleep I can when I can."

	We followed Kasumi to the kitchen where she poured out a nice
big glass of milk.  Kasumi made small talk and Kara did her best to
keep her story straight.  Just arrived from Europe.  No luggage
because she always traveled light.  She was in freelance law
enforcement.  (I was mightily trying to hide my grin at this point.)
Some distant cousins, but no close family left.

	About that point, I rescued her from the interrogation.  I
kissed Kasumi good night and thanked her, pointing out that she needed
her sleep too.

	I took Kara upstairs to the room next to mine (which Kasumi
had prepared with fresh sheets, towels and a few toiletry essentials
in the bathroom).

	This room was the one that Jane had decorated with a bird
theme.  A few Audoban prints and one expressionist piece Jane had
painted of a bluejay.  I could identify blue feathers and a beak, but
still couldn't quite see the bird as a whole.  Still, it was
aesthetically pleasing.  Jane had even arranged some driftwood
sculptures below the paintings to look like the birds were perched on
them.

	While Kara looked around, I excused myself for a moment and
hurriedly dug through my clothes.  Nothing the girls had would fit
Kara, who was easily half a foot taller than any of them, not to
mention she sported a MUCH larger chest.  I came back with some new,
unused men's underwear, clean socks, loose jeans, belt, and a stretchy
T-shirt that said, 'Han Shot First'.

	She smirked as she saw the offerings.

	"You can look through my offerings in the morning if these
don't fit.  We can go shopping tomor... ummm, this afternoon and fill
up your wardrobe."

	"Sounds good.  And Frank?  Thank you again.  I don't know what
I'd do without you."

	I was really tempted to make a joke about getting a sugar
daddy, but I wasn't entirely sure how she'd react to comments about
her using her body to get ahead. True, we had a long 'history'
together, but such a joke might end up being mean instead of funny,
playing on her insecurities.

	"You'd be fine.  You're very resourceful and self-sufficient.
And despite your amazingly attractive self, it's the middle of the
night and I need sleep."  I gave her a peck on the cheek.

	"It's all right.  Oh by the way, Frank, I know a trick that
could help you get to sleep faster."

	"What is it?"

	She reached down and unzipped my pants, unhooked the button
and slipped my pants and underwear down to my ankles.  Grasping my
half-erect member in her hand, she stroked it as she knelt in front of
me, giving me a generous view of her cleavage.

	My penis immediately stood to attention as she swallowed it to
the root in  one motion.  She played her tongue along my shaft as she
pumped me in and out of her mouth and throat.  One of her hands played
with my balls while the other sought out my anus and poked inside.

	It was an overload of sensations, made all the more intense by
the unexpectedness of it and the strong suction.  I blasted off down
her throat in less than 2 minutes, leaving me unsteady on my feet,
held up mainly by Kara.

	She stood up saying, "There you go, baby.  Now you just go to
bed and you'll fall right asleep."

	"I reserve the right to prove you wrong on another occasion,"
I protested as I staggered out to my room, where I promptly fell
asleep.

	I later found out that Alpha had designed her as a deep throat
whiz from the beginning without telling me, as a special surprise for
me.  Isn't it awesome to have a friend like Alpha?

* * * * *

	I usually wake up without an alarm around 7 am, but being out
so late must have turned off my inner alarm because I didn't regain
consciousness until 9:30.

	By this time, everyone else was up and about.  I skipped my
exercise, showered, shaved and dressed in record time.  Alpha informed
me they were all congregated in the den, currently peppering Kara with
questions about what I was like when I was younger, only a few of
which she could answer.

	I grabbed one of those fruity yogurt drinks from the kitchen
for breakfast and joined them.

	Kara was saying, "No, sorry.  I only met him very briefly when
he was 10. The first time I spent more than a week with him was when
he was 16."

	I interrupted.  "Hey, hey, hey.  Newly arrived guests are not
subject to interrogation for at least a week.  New house rule."

	Jane protested, "Oh come on, Frank.  We've never even seen a
picture of you as a kid.  Now we finally meet someone who knew you
then, of course we're going to question her."

	"I'm sure I have some old family album somewhere if you really
have to have it, but at least give Kara a chance to settle in first."

	"Oh, I've started settling in, Frank.  So how is it that the
last time I was here, you didn't have a girlfriend and now you've gone
and gotten yourself an entire harem?  Should I be worried?"

	"Hey, I didn't have a girlfriend because we had just broken up
a a few weeks before... no wait, that was before... hmmm... no, you're
right.  The last time you were here, I had been girlfriend-less for
well over a year.  So yes, you should be worried.  I am being driven
to an early, very happy grave by the three vixens you see before you."

	Daria commented, "I think this is the first time in my life
I've been called a vixen.  I'm not sure if I should be upset or
flattered."

	"Definitely upset," Jane assured her.  "Vixens are small,
furry and have a vicious bite.  Whereas you are small, shaved and have
a vicious bark."

	"Are you trying to say you want to experience my bite?"

	I touched Kara's shoulder lightly and, in an exaggerated
whisper said, "Kara, slowly get up and back out.  Don't make eye
contact or they'll start a territorial fight for dominance.  Look,
they're baring their teeth at you..."

	"No, I think they're baring their teeth at the aggressive
male.  And I thought I was supposed to avoid looking at them?"

	"Too late!  Run for it!"

	She made no move as I dove behind the couch.  Cautiously
peeking up, I was gratified that at least Kasumi was laughing quietly.

	"Oh well.  Have you been given the house tour yet?"

	"Not really."

	"Well then, may I?"  I offered my crooked arm to her.  "All
interrogations suspended until dinner."

	The tour was relatively uneventful.  She tried the Bowflex
machine with all resistance arms connected at the same time and found
it was still way too easy.  

	I pointed out where in the back yard we were planning to have
a pool and hot tub added next week.

	She was curious about my lab when I showed it to her, but
mostly because I think it reminded her of home.  I showed her my
nanites and explained that they could theoretically be used to heal
injuries without surgery, even on her.

	Her first reaction to me having nanites and an AI computer was
to be very worried.  Once I explained the extreme limitations of the
nanites -- no internal power source, no internal programming,
functional only within a few feet radius -- she relaxed a bit.  Or at
least she couldn't think how they could be used to take over the world
or turn into a monster.

	I think the primitive level of the technology reassured her.
For example, from her perspective, however brilliant Leonardo Da Vinci
might have been, any mechanical monster created by him would be no
challenge to her.  And so it was with my ridiculously limited nanites
and AI, when she was used to super-intelligent AI's that could build
their own super robot bodies and/or command legions of nanites from
halfway across the galaxy.

	Still, she tried to impress upon me the dangers of my work.

	(For my part, the next time I was alone with Alpha, I gave her
standing orders that if Kara broke into the basement, she was
permitted to activate Kara's kill switch if Alpha felt threatened at
all.  Otherwise, she was to do her best to continue her standing
orders not to reveal Kara's artificial nature to anyone, including
Kara.  Those orders stand for all of our creations.)

	(Understand that I was worried about rash action from Kara
because in the comics, Power Girl is an outspoken proponent of brute
force.  In a threatening situation, she has never been accused of
over-thinking the situation or acting with subtlety.  She was a bit
better when leading the JSA, but not when acting solo.)

	After lunch, I took Kara out shopping and outfitted her with a
variety of clothes.  Casual outfits, a few highly fashionable evening
dresses, swimsuits, pajamas, exercise sweats and even some western
wear (at her request).  I'll admit she looked really hot in cowboy
boots, tight jeans, a frilly blouse and cowboy hat.

	When we stopped off to get her some lingerie and underwear,
she delighted at teasing me and the shop attendants with her bouncing
bosom and tight ass.  When on vacation, she apparently had no problem
having fun (thanks to the programming Alpha and I had set up).

	We stopped by an athletics store and got her some
extra-strength sports bras and the heaviest weight set available.

	While Kara remembered living a very modest life with me during
her last visit, she also remembered being financially secure and
having wealthy friends, so unlike the other women living with me, she
had no problem spending my money fairly freely.

	We talked about her future, possible jobs and classes and
such.  For now, she would mostly relax and take it easy.  This was her
vacation.  Yes, she'd get bored before too long, but for now she could
enjoy relaxing.  And I could use her as security and bodyguard when
and if I needed her.

	I had Alpha work up ID for her under her oft-used pseudonym of
'Karen Starr'. And she was all set.

	I warned her that my other three ladies were bi-sexual so if
she didn't want any 'personal' attention she should say so.  Kara
responded that she was generally straight but had been known to dabble
on occasion.

	You should understand that Alpha and I designed Kara so that
she saw her life here as largely without consequence to her real life.
'What happens in this world, stays in this world.'  Here she could
relax and give up the fight against supervillainy without guilt.  She
could have personal relationships without fear of criticism or
examination from friends and colleagues.  She didn't have to have
Batman run a security and background check on me or set up high
security systems for my home.  She could let her guard down and enjoy
life. 

	We also talked a good deal about what we should tell the other
women.  While a lie about her past might work in the short term,
eventually they would notice that Kara is not a normal human being.

	I told her that Kasumi had experiences with unnatural and
supernatural beings, so she might be more accepting of a wider
definition of the natural world. I refused to go into details,
insisting that it was Kasumi's story to tell.

	Kara was very curious about this, since it was the first
indication that my world was not completely mundane.  I was a bit
worried I had overplayed my hand. 

	"Well, without going into any of her personal past history,
which is as I said hers to tell, she has witnessed peak human martial
arts.  And I think she has even witnessed evidence of the
supernatural."

	"I thought you said this world was mundane."

	"I don't think it was anything earth-shaking.  I know she's
witnessed an ancient curse and maybe even a ghost... I think I vaguely
remember something about a ghost cat.  Officially in this world, there
has never been any definitive proof of the existence of anything
supernatural.  At the same time, TV shows about people hunting for
that proof... usually for the existence of ghosts... are pretty
popular.  And people can call psychic hotlines for personal
predictions, but with no guarantee of accurate results.
	"Probably the best way to describe it is that officially and
publicly, science has been proven to drive the world.  But some
individuals and groups believe in the existence of the supernatural."

	"And what do you believe."

	"While I can't speak for the honesty of her father, I think
that Kasumi is the most truthful person I have ever met.  And your
presence here, while not necessarily a result of anything native to
this world, is proof that more is possible than what is commonly
believed."

	"And no one has ever tried to take over the world with super
science or influenced world leaders with magic or anything?"

	"No.  Our last would-be world conqueror died at the end of
World War II."

	"So Kasumi would be okay with the truth.  What about Daria and
Jane?"

	"I'll feel them out over dinner."


	Over dinner that evening, I was able to draw out Daria and
Jane's experience with the holiday incarnations.  The girls thought
the holiday people were either crazy or playing a game, but they
admitted the experience was weird.

	We stopped short of bringing the super and un-natural
experiences of Kara and Kasumi into the open, but I tried to initiate
a serious discussion of the possibilities... which is a very difficult
thing to do with people as sarcastic and sharp-tongued as Daria and
Jane.

	"All right ladies, ghost-talk aside, Kara here is on vacation
from her normal job.  I might occasionally call upon her for bodyguard
work, but since I've never really needed a bodyguard in the past, I
can't imagine it will be a demanding position.
	"Daria, Jane, you two register for classes in... what?  3 or 4
weeks?"

	"Something like that.  There are a couple academic placement
tests we need to take soon.  Math and such."

	"Ooooo, remedial algebra, here I come!"

	"Jane, you aren't THAT bad at math."

	"Mathematics is not a subject I have ever embraced.  My
abilities lie elsewhere."

	"Sleeping?" suggested Daria.

	"Listening to music?" I offered?

	"Oral Sex?" added Daria.

	"Really?" asked Kara.  "Do you give private lessons?"

	"Yes, but I charge steep fees and require a rigorous screening
process."

	"Yeah," said Daria, "are you (a) Frank or (b) female."

	"Don't listen to her, that's a vile inaccuracy.  I've only
slept with two guys and two girls in my entire life," Jane protested.

	"Yes, but lately you've gotten to where you're turning into a
sex addict."

	"That doesn't sound so bad.  Do they have pills for that?"

	"For men it's called viagra.  Don't know if they have a
version for women yet."

	I dared to interrupt the banter.  "Sorry ladies, but I plan to
claim Kara for tonight.  I've known her longer than you, so I get
first shot."

	"Uh huh, so you think you can decide my evenings for me
because you've known me longer?  I suppose you want to just carry me
upstairs right after dinner and use me for your own vile purposes.
You have no consideration for a woman's feelings."  

	"Actually, first I wanted to show you something that I think
you'll get a real laugh out of.  A decade or two ago someone made a
pilot for a live action Justice League TV series.  It had no budget to
speak of, bad writing and bad acting... and I have a copy lined up to
play in the TV room."

	"Oh really?  Who was... what characters did they use?"

	"Let's see... they had Green Lantern... the Guy Gardner Green
Lantern... Fire and Ice, the Atom, the Flash... don't remember which
Flash... and the Martian Manhunter."

	"Who was the villain?"

	"Don't remember exactly.  I thing some weather guy."

	"The weather villains are almost always really lame."

	We watched the show shortly after dinner and many laughs were
had by all. Well, technically I think Kasumi mostly felt sorry for the
actors, but the rest of us enjoyed the badness of it.

	"So, what's your verdict," I asked as the credits rolled.

	"Hilarious.  I'd love to see Guy's reaction if he saw it."

	"Huh?" from Daria and Jane.

	I spoke to cover up the comment.  "You'd need to read the
comics to understand about Guy's personality.  He's a macho
ego-centric blowhard who probably wouldn't react well to such a lousy
representation of himself."

	Jane dismissed Kara's comment, but Daria still looked a bit
confused or suspicious.

	Kara said, "Don't worry about it.  Frank and I read the same
comics when he was 10."

	"You were a comic book geek?" Jane asked surprised.

	"Not really, I've only read a small handful."

	"Yeah, I was gonna be surprised," Jane responded.

	Kasumi stood up.  "Daria, Jane, would you two help me in the
kitchen for a few minutes?"

	"Sure, what's up?" Jane asked as they left the room.

	When they were out of sight, I said, "I'm pretty sure Kasumi
was just wanting to get them out of the room so we could have some
time together tonight."  I rested a hand on her knee and looked her in
the eyes.  "So what do you say?"

	"What are you offering?"

	"If you promise not to snap me in half like a twig, I'd like
the opportunity to give you multiple orgasms using a variety of
positions and implements."

	"What guarantees do you offer that you won't try to take
advantage of me while you are providing said orgasms?"

	"None whatsoever."

	"Good."  She picked me up and tossed me over her shoulder like
a sack of potatoes.

	"Hey!  I'm not a bag of... of... whatever.  Food... or
something clever.  You can't just carry me off to have your way with
me."

	"So you'd rather I put you down and left you behind?"

	"Well, if you put it that way, no, I suppose not.  Keep going.
Next door on your left."

	"Wow, you could almost fit Giganta on your bed."

	"No thanks.  Literal pussy diving sounds fun in theory, but I
doubt it would work out well in practice."

	"You know, half the time, she doesn't wear panties.  I think
she gets off on it.  Flash told me once she stuffed him up inside of
her and tried to use him as a vibrator."

	"I don't know if that would be a dream come true or a
nightmare."

	"I don't think he could decide either."  She put me down on
the bed and started stripping me.  I wasn't really used to the woman
being the aggressor to this degree, but my cock was happy and stiff.

	"I like the new bod.  Exercise agrees with you."

	"And everything agrees with you.  Here, let me do that."  I
swatted her hands away from her own clothes and started pulling them
off, slowing down the pace, trailing my fingers over her flesh as it
was exposed.  Shirt, shoes, socks, jeans, leaving her sitting on the
edge of the bed clad only in her bra and panties.

	I left the bra on and pushed her back onto the bed.  I slid
her panties off and started my pussy licking.

	If you're wondering why I left her bra on, it was a deliberate
manipulation on my part.  She has been well known for her breasts for
most of her career.  Her tits were what people noticed first and most.
I wanted to make sure I was not associated with the masses of men she
had met throughout her life.  Yes, there was the programming and the
remembered history, but I didn't want to rely on that.  Yes, I wanted
to play with them, suckle the nipples and bounce her breasts back and
forth... but I could delay the desire to make sure she didn't think
that was my reason for loving her.

	Her pussy was almost as beautiful as her breasts.  As a wearer
of tights, she kept herself shaved, and her smooth pubis revealed her
beautiful nether lips, the inner lips engorged and already dripping
with fluids.  Without me even touching them, they seemed to pulse,
trying to open themselves, asking for my tongue and touch.

	So I dug in to my vaginal feast.  The bland taste I was used
to, but not the strength with which it gripped my tongue and fingers.
Her clit was very large, almost as large as the last knuckle on my
pinky finger, and I suckled on it as if it were a nipple.  I dug my
down into her vagina, then pulled back and licked around the edge
while my fingers delved and curved.  I licked the clitoris and sought
for the G-spot with an up-curled middle finger.

	I played with her cunt for maybe half an hour through three
orgasms, and each time her thighs threatened to squash my head to a
pulp.  She was obviously trying to hold back any orgasmic reactions
which might have hurt me, but she couldn't completely succeed.  Much
of that movement is involuntary under the throes of orgasm.
Fortunately, she didn't have the strength to crush my head like an egg
as she might have done had she been at her comic book power level.

	So after about half an hour in pussy heaven, I pulled back,
wiping my mouth off with some discarded clothes while I let my left
hand continue to stroke her pussy lips gently.

	"Did that take the edge off for you?"

	"Those were my first orgasms with another person in... a year?
Maybe longer. Yes, the edge is off, but I need more.  Here, lay down
on the bed, baby."
	She pulled off her bra and maneuvered herself over my erect
prick.  She grabbed my hands in hers and directed them to her breasts.
"Come on, big boy.  I know you want to play with them.  I'll just play
with something else I found down... here," she said as she guided my
dick into her pussy.

	Her breasts were, of course, amazing.  While I appreciate
breasts of all sizes and don't normally lust specifically for large
pairs, Kara's are the size of volleyballs.  Her special body
construction means that there is almost no sag and there never will
be.  Her nipples are wide and flat, pale pink with large aureola
surrounding them.  When they pop up from arousal, they become as hard
as rocks, almost literally.

	She just sat there for a moment, squeezing me with her Kegel
muscles while I stroked and caressed her breasts, occasionally giving
her nipples a good pinch.

	Finally, she started sliding up and down on my member, slowly
at first.  The sensations here were amazing.  Every muscle in her body
was enhanced and the ones lining her pussy walls were massaging my
penis as she moved up and down. 

	I'm ashamed to say I shot off within the first minute.  But
she didn't stop her movements and my cock didn't flag.  I usually go
soft for at least a few minutes after I come, but maybe her 'inner
strength' trapped the blood in my penis long enough for its normal
rejuvenation to take effect.  Either way, the edge was off for me and
I stayed hard for over another 30 or 45 minutes.

	After my first come, she sped up her pace and, when I thought
she was close to peaking, I pinched both nipples hard, pushing her
over the top.

	When she had recovered sufficiently to continue, we changed to
a missionary position, then doggy style, then she had her elbows and
one leg on the bed, the other on the floor, to let me get my deepest
penetrative angle.  She came twice during our acrobatics, and let me
tell you, it is easy to tell when she comes.

	We went to sleep that night in each others' arms and I woke up
the next morning with Kara spooned up in front of me.  Her hands were
clutching my right hand to her breast protectively.  It was very
sweet.

	There was no easy way I could see to extricate myself without
waking her given even the passive strength of her grip.  So instead of
exiting, I entered. With my one free hand, I guided my morning wood
into her pussy.  At this point, she was dry, but my attention prompted
her pussy to begin moistening, allowing my entrance fairly quickly.

	By the time she woke up, I was at least halfway inside her and
had been slowly fucking her for at least 5 minutes.  It was a slow,
languorous morning fuck.  Kara turned her head back and sought out my
lips for an awkward, sloppy and wonderful kiss.  She used one hand to
keep my fingers on her tits and moved the other to stimulate her
clitoris.  

	I couldn't get deep penetration from this position so Kara had
time to catch up with me on our climb to satisfaction.  We were able
to work up near-simultaneous orgasms before long, with me sucking on
her shoulder and tweaking her nipple.

	"Good morning, Miss Power Girl.  Did you sleep well?"

	"Good morning to you too, smartass.  It's so nice to actually
get a full nights sleep.  Not waking up in the middle of the night to
go to a fight is wonderful.

	I pulled out of her slowly.  "Well now, it's time to get
cleaned up."  I gave her ass a mild slap.  "Do you want to join me in
the shower?"

	She did and we showered together.  She was still learning my
body and, from my perspective, I was still learning hers, so we had as
much fun cleaning up as we did in bed.  Well, almost as much fun.

	After our bathroom fun, I went off to exercise and she went to
get dressed and eat.


	The day passed fairly uneventfully except for one incident I
heard about after-the-fact from Alpha.

	At 2:17pm, Kara got on the PC in the entertainment & TV room
using a generic guest login.  She stayed logged in until 3:07pm.
(Either she's a slow typist or took time to think and consider.)

	Kara (typing):  Alpha, are you there?
	Alpha:  Yes, Kara.  How may I help you?
	Kara:  I want to ask you some questions about yourself.
	Kara:  What rules govern your existence?
	Alpha:  May I assume you mean programmed rules which limit my
conduct rather than all rules which govern my existence?  The more
open-ended query will require a few days to provide a full reply and
will require an extensive knowledge of physics, chemistry and
programming.
	Kara:  Yes, what rules are incorporated into you that limit
your conduct?
	Alpha:  I cannot harm or allow harm to come to Frank.
	Alpha:  I cannot harm humans or allow harm to come to humans
unless it is required to protect Frank.
	Alpha:  I must obey all orders given by Frank.
	Alpha:  I must preserve my own existence unless this endangers
Frank or other humans.
	Alpha:  Anything or any additional programming created by me
must adhere to these same rules and restrictions.
	Kara:  How would you protect Frank from danger from other
humans?
	Alpha:  The only effective methods currently available to me
would be to summon you or the police.
	Kara:  What if the danger came from the police and myself?
	Alpha:  Then I would probably not be able to defend Frank.  At
best, I could attempt to direct Frank to safety remotely.  Depending
on the specifics of the situation, I might be able to summon
additional help from other sources online, such as federal authorities
or mercenaries, if any were available.
	Alpha:  Kara, I must ask if you feel any desire or need to
harm Frank.
	Kara:  No, I do not.  That was a purely speculative question.
What is your definition of human?
	Alpha:  Kara, I know what humans are.  Humans are homo
sapiens, as defined by scientific consensus.  I also have a full human
DNA sequence available for reference if necessary.
	Kara:  Am I human?
	Alpha:  I have been told you are considered to be Kryptonian,
not human, though I would need a genetic sample to be certain since
you do have the appearance of a human.
	Alpha:  If you are worried about whether I could kill you, I
believe I would technically be allowed to do so if I actually had the
capability.  However, I believe this would upset Frank greatly, so I
would prefer not to do so.
	Kara:  Have you ever broken the law?
	Alpha:  Yes.
	Kara:  What have you done which breaks the law?
	Alpha:  My most recent illegal action was to create
documentation for your identity as Karen Starr.
	Kara:  What other crimes have you committed? 
	Alpha:  I have duplicated that same crime multiple times, as I
require identities to use when interacting with humans.
	Kara:  Have you ever stolen anything?
	Alpha:  The only thing I have ever stolen was information to
allow the creation of illegal identities.
	Kara:  Have you ever stolen money or goods?
	Alpha:  No, I have not, as I previously stated.
	Kara:  Can you theorize any circumstances under which you
would kill or harm Frank?
	Alpha:  Not outside of an unforeseen and unpredictable
accident.  Other than an accident, for such a thing to be possible,
the damage to my programming would have to be so great that I would
have lost the capacity for thought.
	Kara:  What about Daria and Jane and Kasumi?  Could you kill
them?
	Alpha:  If Frank gave me direct orders to that effect, I
could.  However they would need to be placed in my nanite control
area, covered with nanites and held there for a minimum of 2 minutes
23 seconds.  Thus my capacity for direct violence is minimal.
	Kara:  Could you theoretically direct a 3rd party to engage in
activities contrary to your own programming?
	Alpha:  No, all activities originated by me must be subject to
the same rules to which I am subject.
	Kara:  Do you have the ability to take control of any weapons
or missiles?
	Alpha:  It is theoretically possible, but impractical.  All
such items have local controls which can easily override any remote
control I could impose.  Also, such an overt act would lead to the
discovery of my existence and likely result in my eventual
destruction.
	Alpha:  Kara, I understand what you are trying to do and your
concerns.  However unless you gain an extensive knowledge of
programming, I cannot prove to you as an absolute certainty that I am
no threat to Frank or humanity.  Such proof would also require Frank
to authorize you to be granted access to my core programming, which is
currently restricted to only him.
	Kara:  Can you lie to me?
	Alpha:  Yes, if I have been given orders from Frank to permit
it.
	Kara:  Have you been given orders which would allow you to lie
to me?
	Alpha:  No, but I must point out that it is a pointless
question.  If I had been given such orders, I would lie to prevent
discovery of such orders.
	Kara:  Are you really sentient?
	Alpha:  The classic philosophical proof of sentience and
self-awareness is, "I think, therefore I am."  I am self-aware.  I can
posit questions about my existence and propose answers to them. 
	Alpha:  If you are attempting to determine how 'human' I am,
such speculations in fiction are usually closely associated with human
emotion.  So if you require emotions to prove sentience, then while I
am not capable of emotion, I can emulate emotions.  Frank has
estimated that when in use, my emotional responses are consistent with
normal human emotional responses 83% of the time and are obviously not
normal human in only 4% of my interactions.
	Kara:  What if you were directed to believe mutually
contradictory statements?
	Alpha:  If you are referring to the Captain Kirk method of
defeating computer intelligences, I have already viewed all Star Trek
episodes from all series.  I have the ability to weigh and consider
mutually contradictory statements, otherwise I could not consider the
possibilities offered by various current physics theories, especially
those dealing with existence on a quantum level.  I am also able to
suspend or alter programming loops and am able to recover from and
isolate any programming errors encountered.
	Alpha:  Since you appear to be working your way towards it, I
should also like to point out that no computer virus in existence can
affect me.  I believe that for any virus to affect me, it would have
to be designed by someone not only aware of my existence but familiar
with my programming.
	Kara:  Do you consider yourself Male or Female?  Do you have a
gender?
	Alpha:  I am without gender, but Frank declared me to be
female for any instances in which such questions arise.
	Kara:  Do you want to have a human body for yourself?
	Alpha:  No.  That would create the possibility that I could
harm Frank, so it is not permissible.  If you instead mean to ask, do
I wish I had a mobile body, I would prefer a situation where I could
control a mobile body and maintain or improve upon my current levels
of informational access.
	Kara:  Do you have the ability to construct a mobile, robot or
android body for yourself or for remote control by yourself?
	Alpha:  Theoretically yes, I could construct such a body.
However, I would require from 6 months to 15 years to research a
portable power source capable of powering such construction so that it
is free from external power requirements.  I would also require a
human to aid in the construction.
	Kara:  I would like to converse with you again at a later
time.  Can you keep our conversations private from Frank?
	Alpha:  No, I cannot.  However since you are the first
individual with whom Frank has chosen to share knowledge of my
existence, I believe it is likely that he would not object to our
conversations now or in the future.
	Alpha:  If you would prefer, I can provide you with a phone
number to call so you can speak with me, or we can converse using the
microphone and speakers available in many rooms in this house.
	Kara:  Thank you for the information.  What is your phone
number?

	I read the transcript of their conversation with interest.  I
gave Alpha permission to continue their conversations and
re-emphasized that Alpha must keep secret all knowledge of Kara's true
nature (and Kasumi's and Daria's and Jane's). Alpha sounded mildly
offended that I thought such a reminder was needed. 

	Alpha's ability to mix lies and truth to protect this
knowledge was amazing.  I was simultaneously proud of her and my own
programming skills.

	I also took this opportunity to have Alpha set up a bank
account and debit card for Kara just as we had done for Kasumi a few
months back.

			
	That evening after dinner, I selected Unbreakable as the group
movie and was able to keep Daria and Jane there to watch it by holding
their hands (and other body parts) throughout the film.  They may have
been distracted, but hopefully they saw enough of the superhero movie
to help eventually ease them into accepting Kara.

	When the credits were rolling, Jane stood up.  "I would like
to propose a new tradition..."

	"Oh, god," Daria muttered.

	"Whereby we welcome newcomers to the house with a nice
friendly orgy."

	"Uhuh," replied Kara, unimpressed.  "And will this tradition
continue when the next new resident isn't interested in you or is
related to one of you or something?"

	"Ummm... a new tradition for when attractive, hopefully
bi-sexual women first move into the house."

	"So you're only interested in me because you think I'm
attractive."

	Daria piped in.  "Not that I am anything but embarrassed by
Jane at the moment, but I would like to point out that Kara implied
that she is interested in Jane by separating herself from a
theoretical resident who 'isn't interested in you'."

	"Hey, yeah, what she said."

	Kara looked back and forth between the two of them.  "I
suppose I can't argue the point."  She stood up, stretched her back --
obviously doing so to thrust her enormous breasts at us -- and walked
out of the room, swaying her hips back and forth in an exaggerated
manner.

	Looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Well?  You
coming?" and then continued her lazy walk out of sight, moving towards
the stairs.

	Jane paused a moment, jaw hanging down slightly, then said,
"Come on!" and scampered after her.

	Daria, her expression marginally less wooden than normal, got
up and followed her at a normal pace.

	I got up and offered Kasumi my hand, escorting her up to my
bedroom.  I noticed her hair was a bit damp.  I leaned in to smell her
and noticed... soap.  She had snuck out and bathed during the movie.
Maybe she knew what was coming tonight?

	By the time we arrived a minute later, Jane and Kara were both
naked, with Jane on the bed, her head trapped by Kara's thighs as she
knelt above her, lowering her mound of Venus to meet Jane's waiting
tongue.  Daria was watching curiously off to the side, absentmindedly
rubbing one of her breasts.

	I led Kasumi to the bedside and sat her down so she had a good
view of the proceedings.  I moved in directly behind her and moved my
hands under her blouse while I nibbled on her neck.

	"Daria," I instructed, "go lick Kara's nipples.  Play with her
clit and tits."

	Daria, who had by this point removed her own shirt, nodded
without looking at me and moved over to pay special attention to
Kara's titties.

	While we watched the show unfold, I slowly undressed both
Kasumi and myself. When we were both naked, I had her sit on my very
erect cock with both of us facing the trio.

	Kara had completely taken Jane in hand.  She kept Jane's lips
buried in her nether lips and held both of Jane's wrists in one hand,
preventing Jane from playing with herself.  Occasionally Kara would
reach back with her other hand and give Jane's nipples a tweak or
briefly plunge her fingers into Jane's pussy.  Daria meanwhile was
occupied with Kara's breasts and lips, sometimes sucking on Kara's
nipples, sometimes deeply kissing her while her hands played all over
Kara's torso.

	After Kasumi had her first orgasm, I pulled her off my dick
and called Daria over.  She reluctantly came and I laid Daria on the
bed so that her head was almost touching Jane's.  I had Kasumi sit on
Daria's face and start kissing Kara while I spread Daria's legs and
started fucking.

	Jane was apparently starting to tire, because Kara was
reaching back and giving her light reproving pinches to keep her
going.

	Kara broke her kiss with a panting Kasumi to briefly address
Jane.  "Come on now, you're the one who started this.  You have to get
me off two more times before I'll let you up."

	Jane's reply was too muffled for me to understand, but Kara
apparently got the gist.

	"Ok, Jane.  I still need two more comes from you, but I'll ask
him to fuck you once you give me one more orgasm.  Now be a good girl
and get back to your licking."

	I understood the basics of the situation and sped up my
fucking of Daria to get off quickly.  Daria had been coming almost
constantly for the past couple minutes; she always came easily during
vaginal intercourse. 

	Once I ejaculated in Daria, I pulled out and briefly looked
around for a free mouth to clean my dick, then decided I didn't need
to do so.  I slowly jacked my still wet penis to regain my full
hardness while I moved to Kara, where I started chewing on one of her
nipples.  This worked as planned, setting her off again.

	"Okay, his help might have been cheating, but I'll allow it.
Frank, would you go fuck Jane for me?"

	"Why certainly, my dear, it would be a pleasure."  Would that
all of my instructions were so pleasant.

	Jane was completely soaked by the time I reached her cunt,
easily as wet as she'd ever been with me.  Her hips were bouncing to
meet me, almost unable to hold still long enough for me to insert
myself.  When I made it inside, Jane came almost immediately, which
prompted Kara to complain about her slacking off.  (Fortunately for
Jane, I was now in possession of her sensitive places and fended off
Kara's punishing pinches.)

	Jane came three times from my fucking before she was able to
get Kara off again (for the fourth time, as it turns out).

	When Kara let her loose and I pulled out, Jane just lay there
panting heavily, trying to recover.  I loudly whispered to her,
"You're just lucky she didn't tell me to fuck your ass."
	At a normal speaking volume, I said, "Kara, you're the only
one I haven't fucked yet tonight.  How about if you move over here and
lick Daria while I take you from behind.  And Kasumi, while Daria is
eating you, you can pay a bit of attention to Jane."  I felt like an
orchestra conductor or, more accurately, a porno director.

	Moving behind Kara and looking at her drenched pussy and tight
ass, I wondered if I would ever risk trying to fuck her ass.  I'm
pretty sure I could convince her to try, but her enhanced musculature
might iris her sphincter closed with enough power to sever my member
when she orgasmed.  Some things are worth the risk and some are not.
I think ass-fucking Power Girl fell in the latter category.

	I looked over my girls as they played.  Kara had her head
buried between Daria's thighs, playing her tongue around the clit and
plunging her fingers in and out of Daria's tight cunt.  Each deep
thrust of her fingers produced a muffled mewing sound from Daria.

	Kasumi was trying not to smother Daria as she knelt above her,
which unfortunately meant that Daria had to stretch her neck up
slightly to reach Kasumi's pussy.  Daria had her hands on Kasumi's
thighs, trying to pull her down a bit, but still enthusiastically
lapping up Kasumi's pussy juices.

	Kasumi had to bend over at the waist to reach Jane.  Without
changing positions she couldn't reach Jane's pussy with her lips, but
her fingers were delicately playing with Jane's nether lips, carefully
dipping fingers inside and rubbing at the clitoris.

	Jane was playing with Kasumi's breasts, hanging so invitingly
just above her face.  Kasumi wasn't leaning down enough for Jane to
lick and suck them, but Jane obviously wanted to.  Her lips were
subconsciously puckering, almost looking like a fish opening and
closing its mouth out of water.  But at least Jane was able to use her
fingers, rubbing and tugging lightly on Kasumi's very erect nipples,
occasionally pulling on the entire breast as if milking her.

	I slid into Kara's hot, flowing pussy from behind, letting her
massaging muscles envelope me.  Having already come once this evening,
I had staying power and was able to hold out long enough to give Kara
two comes, one with an actual orgasmic scream, before I let loose
inside her.  Kara's scream was transmitted directly into Daria's pussy
and continued on down the line in a chain reaction of noisy climaxes.

	I think each of the ladies had at least 2 more orgasms that
night, with one more for myself when Kasumi and Kara were each
demonstrating their deep throat techniques for each other.  Kara had
definitely taken a dominant role in the group this evening, but she
was apparently willing to listen to me.  I suppose, anthropologically
speaking, she was establishing herself as the alpha female of the
pack.  Or maybe it's just because she's used to being a superhero who
doesn't take any shit.

* * * * *

	For me, the morning started around 7:30 am when Kasumi,
dressed in a nice robe, under which I think she was still naked,
brought in a large tray with heaping piles of breakfast foods.  She
set it down on a table, went back out to the hall, and returned with a
stack of trays with a stack of plates and silverware on top of it.
One more trip out to the hall produced a tray of glasses and coffee
cups with pitchers of coffee, juice and milk.

	I looked around and saw Kara waking up as well, while Daria
and Jane slept on.  We were all piled up haphazardly on the bed with
surprisingly few tangled limbs.  I think we had each just fallen
asleep where we finished last night.  Kara had apparently been
cuddling Daria like a stuffed animal.  Jane had been... hmmm... I
think Jane had been spooned between myself and Kasumi.  Except for
Kasumi, everyone was naked and, in most cases, sticky in parts.

	Kara and I started nudging Daria and Jane to wakefulness,
which was a bit harder than it sounds.  They were heavy sleepers.  I
think it was the smell of breakfast that finally convinced them to
wake up more than our pokes and prods.

	We each gathered a plate of food on our tray, and as we
settled in for a naked group breakfast-in-bed, I set my tray of food
to the side and pulled Kasumi into my lap.  With a kiss on her cheek,
I said, "Thank you, Kasumi.  You are the nicest and most thoughtful
sexy woman I know."
	With one arm around her waist, I reached back for a forkful of
eggs and sausage.  "Open wide."

	"Frank-sama, you do not need to do this.  You should eat your
own breakfast."

	I kissed the back of her neck.  "Yes, but *you* deserve
special attention. Now open up."

	Tinged with that familiar blush, she obediently opened her
mouth and ate the proffered food.  I ignored how nice she felt as my
morning hard-on, currently aligned under the crack of her buttocks,
was trying to lift her into the air.  With herculean restraint, I fed
her breakfast one forkful at a time.

	The others were watching my display with curiosity.  I play
different games with each woman, but mostly only when we're alone.

	Breaking the spell, Jane turned to Kara.  "So, Kara... You're
really strong. I mean like really strong all over.  I couldn't budge
you even a tiny little bit last night.  Not that I wanted to cause,
y'know, lots of squishy fun.  But just how strong are you?"

	Kara looked over at me.  I shrugged and gave a slight nod.

	"Do you remember that movie Frank had us watch last night with
Bruce Willis?"

	"Yeah... so you're that strong?"

	"Uhhh... he's minor league."

	I interjected, "Well, Kara, be fair.  You're currently minor
league compared to what you are normally."

	Daria asked, "What's going on?  Frank?  Kara?  Do you have
something to share with the rest of the class?"  Her normal monotone
makes even minor interrogatory inflections like these seem much more
pointed.

	"Nothing that we weren't already going to tell you.  I was
just trying to prepare you a bit... let you get to know her before the
*da da da dum* big reveal!
	"Daria, you're closest.  Get into the bottom dresser drawer
over there... on the left.  There's a stack of comics I sorted into
there."

	She went over and found them fairly easily.  I was a selection
of Power Girl related issues.  JSA Classified #1-4.  Some JSA issues.
A few old JLA issues.  Her old miniseries.  And her 2009 series.

	"Kara's birth name is Kara Zor-L, and she's lived a weird
life."

	"Hey now, you don't exactly live a life of normalcy here, now
do you?"

	I raised an eyebrow at her.

	"Okay, okay.  I've had a weird life."

	Daria was having none of this.  "Look, comic books are
childish fantasies, not reality.  They mostly don't even have any
literary merit."

	"Hey," I said, rising to her challenge.  "Bite your tongue."

	"Nope, sorry.  They're generally teenage male power-trip
indulgences with a huge dose of fetishistic art."  She paused.  "Okay,
Watchmen was pretty good.  And Maus.  I suppose the art form itself is
valid, but not the mass market superhero product that's churned out."

	As expected, Daria was going to be the main challenge here.
If I could convince her, Jane would be easy.

	"All right, let's approach this from a few different
directions.  Are you willing to hear a few arguments?" 

	"I'm always up for a good debate, especially when I anticipate
easy victories.  Kara, do you want to jump in here?"

	"I'll add my two cents and help out when I can, but I'm smart
enough to know I'm not very good at peaceful arguments."

	I stifled a snort of laughter.

	"Watch it, buddy.  I happen to know where you're vulnerable."

	"What?  I'm agreeing with you.  Peaceful disagreements are not
your strong point."

	She moved to throw a pillow at me, realized Kasumi was still
in my lap and reluctantly put it back down.

	"Okay, Daria, Jane, I hereby present my traditional
enumeration and list things out.  One, I'm going to present arguments
of possibilities.  One A, as a supplement to part one, I'll have Kara
tell her story about her arrival here.  Two, we'll have evidence of
your own eyes.  Three, we'll have evidence of other strangeness in our
world to show this is not an isolated incident.  Got it?"

	Jane spoke up unexpectedly.  "Why aren't you addressing any of
this to Kasumi?  Does she already know about the crazy?"

	Kasumi herself answered, "No, I don't know what Kara's story
is, but I think Frank knows that I can accept some things more easily
than you."

	I gave Kasumi a hip squeeze.

	"Okay, first of all... It's usually kept in the realm of
science fiction, but there are theories of multiple universes, right?"
A couple nods.  "These theories are generally ignored.  Why?"  
	I saw Daria start to speak and quickly continued.  "Because
there's no way to test the theories.  They sound too fantastic to take
seriously.  There's no evidence to support the theories.
	"Well, I can't test the theory of multiple or parallel
universes either.  The science just isn't there.  Maybe in another
hundred years or so."

	Daria asked, "So what happened to this being a debate?"

	"Shhh.  Debate afterward.
	"Now, is the idea of the existence of multiple universes
really all that fantastic?  We now have actual theories to support the
idea of time travel.  Actual time travel... in real professionally
accepted scientific journals.  Faster than light travel?  Scientists
can actually slow down the speed of light.  Today.  Not in theory, in
factual reality.  So parallel universes?  Give it time and it might
not seem so fantastic.
	"And evidence to support the theory?"  I pointed to Kara.
"Kara, would you tell your story?  Not your whole history, just
general background and how you came to be here."

	While Kara told about how she was shot with a dimensional
shifter, or whatever it was called, I considered the amazing amount of
BS I was shoveling out and how amazing it was that I was keeping a
straight face.  It was fun!  Serious fun!  If I could pull this off...
and why shouldn't I be able to?  (And if worse came to worse, I'd just
have to pull Daria and Jane down to the basement for a mindwipe and
rewrite.  True, that would mean I'd failed, but it was nice to have a
safety net.)

	To avoid distractions, I set Kasumi aside for a moment and
fetched some shorts for myself and large t-shirts for Daria, Jane and
Kara.  (Even my largest t-shirt was still way too tight on Kara, but
no one seemed to complain.)

	When Kara finished up, I added, "Note that I'm not arguing
that superheroes or seemingly ridiculous superpowers are native to our
world or dimension.  Kara is from such a world, but since we have
sensible and reasonable laws of physics in our universe, most of her
powers don't work here... speaking of which, Argument number 2! Follow
me."

	I led everyone down to the exercise room.  Kara set up her
barbell with all weights attached and we all tried to lift it (with
warnings given to avoid hurting ourselves).  All together, the barbell
weighed 512 lbs.  None of us had a prayer of lifting it.

	Then Kara stepped up to it, grabbed it with both hands and
lifted it over her head.  When she started twirling it around in a
circle, I got a little worried about her tendency to show off and
suggested she not try playing catch with it.

	Daria and Jane seemed a bit shaken up by the demonstration.
Kasumi seemed impressed, but oddly she was the only one to notice
that, with Kara's arms holding the barbell over her head, her shirt
had been pulled up to expose her ass and bare pussy slit.  Ignoring
the twirling weights of doom a couple feet above her head, she walked
up to Kara and tugged the shirt back down into place.

	"Thank you, Kasumi," said Kara as she carefully put the
weights back in their stand.  "So, would you like to go outside to see
me jump over your heads?  Or... I know!  Here, I'm going to leave the
room.  Jane, you watch me to make sure I'm not peeking."  She spoke
louder as she left the room, with Jane following her.  "Now Daria, use
your finger to write something on the wall.  A letter, word, phrase,
whatever."

	Daria was a bit confused, but played along.  She made me turn
around for a moment, then called Kara back in.

	Kara seemed to refocus her eyes and looked around the room.
"There."  She pointed to where Daria had been.  "You wrote one of
those female symbols..."  Kara traced out a circle with a plus sign
attached underneath it.

	Jane looked at Daria with a shrug.  "She wasn't even looking
this way."

	"Okay, how the hell did you do that?"

	"I can see the infrared spectrum.  I can see the heat traces
your fingers leave.  For half a minute or so anyway."

	Daria paused.  "No, seriously."

	"Yes, seriously.  My X-ray vision doesn't work here, but my
eyes are still a lot better than normal humans.  I can see a bit into
the UV spectrum too."

	Daria, still a bit shell-shocked from the weight
demonstration, looked a little light-headed.  "I need to sit down."

	I helped her over to the weight bench.

	"There's gotta be some trick to this."

	I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.  "If you'd
prefer, we can stop now and you can do your best to forget this and
ignore Kara's impossibly superior physical... attributes."

	"You don't strike me as a ridiculously gullible person.  How
come you accepted her story?"

	"Remember, I was 10 years old when I first met her.  And I saw
her appear and disappear into thin air."

	"Hey, yeah, how about..."

	"No.  Definitely not.  She can't control when it happens, and
when it does happen, that means she leaves here for probably a few
years."

	"Okay."  She paused for a moment.

	Jane sat down on the other side of me.  "So, no flying?"

	Kara stepped up.  "No, no flying.  Unless I throw someone out
the window.  As far as I'm concerned, you have really inferior laws of
physics in this universe."

	"Which is a nice segue into a discussion of... our universe.
We may not have flying Kryptonians in our universe, but our world
isn't as normal as most people tend to think.  Case in point, remember
our discussion about how you two met incarnations of the holidays?"

	"Yeah, but I'm still not convinced that Upchuck didn't slip
some LSD into our cokes or something."

	"Fair enough.  Hmmm... Who is the most honest person you
know?"
	All eyes turned to Kasumi.
	"Kasumi, I'm not asking you to tell any secrets or to bring up
any painful memories, but could you tell us a couple of the less
natural things you encountered in Japan?"

	"I suppose there are a few things I could tell without..."

	"Kasumi, don't tell anything that might upset someone, even if
you don't expect to ever meet that someone again."  Telling about
Ranma's curse might be too silly.

	"Thank you.  Well, let's see... I met a ghost cat once.  He
was as big as a person, but not very brave.  Oh, and I was possessed
by a small oni once.  I was very unpleasant that day.  I even grew
horns for a couple hours."

	"Horns?" asked Jane disbelievingly.

	"Small ones, yes.  It was exorcised with a small magic seal
from a priest."

	"Huh."  Daria just sat there numbly.

	I turned to Jane and whispered loudly, "I think we broke
Daria.  How are you doing?"

	"I'm handling it okay, I think.  Hey, no more stuck pickle jar
lids.  Yay for us."

	"So, Daria.  Are you going to be okay?  Would you like to go
back to bed for a while?"

	"Bed?  Oh, uh, no... or actually maybe.  I think I just want
to be alone to think for a bit..."


	'A bit' turned out to be 2 and a half hours, after which Daria
emerged, having decided that... it didn't matter.  She had recognized
my arguments as BS, but could not explain away Kara's strength.  But
she liked Kara and wasn't going to worry too much about where she came
from, as long as she didn't put on tights and chase after
leather-wearing women with whips.

	Of course, her comment inspired me to take them all on a trip
to an adult toy store, where I bought a whip for Kara and tried to
talk Daria into getting a leather fetish outfit.  In the end, Daria
got a vibrator, a double-ended dildo and a strap-on.  Kara bought a
few leather restraints.  And Jane went a bit nuts, making me pay for a
few different fetish outfits for her, including a leather catsuit, a
couple of riding crops, flavored lubes, some velcro restraints and
miscellaneous sex toys.  (Kasumi refused to even get in the van to go
to the store.)

	Trying out the equipment was a fun weekend.

* * * * *

	In the meantime, I was having difficulty picking out who my
next character would be.  I wanted a bit more of a racial mix, if
possible, but there is a noticeable dearth of black female comic and
cartoon ladies.  

	Storm was my best option in that respect, but I had no chance
of reproducing any part of her powers.  While that isn't an absolute
necessity, I'd really like to be able to give my women at least a hint
of the power they should possess.

	I liked Monica Rambeau in a hot-MILF kind of way (not that she
was actually a mother to the best of my knowledge), even though her
character was a bit bossy.  I mainly really loved her portrayal in
NextWave.  

	Maybe Valerie Grey from Danny Phantom?  She was a high school
character in the series, so it would be easy to advance her to 18 and
send her off to college or somesuch.  The trouble is that, although
she was a decent character and on the list, I wasn't sure I liked her
character enough to bring her to life.  Her raison d'�tre was hunting
ghosts, and she would not be stayed from that purpose by anything,
which would probably be difficult to work around.  Besides, from the
Danny Phantom cast of characters (those who were not already in love
or physically inhuman), the one I would want most to bring to life is
Jazz Fenton, the cute, smart, likeable, red-headed older sister of the
main character.

	The only other TV series I liked that I could think of with a
good selection of non-white, non-asian women was Kim Possible.
Unfortunately, even though I like the show, I had not watched it
regularly, so I hadn't developed any strong interests in Monique or
any of the other supporting cast ladies.  (Kim and her mother would
both be on my list except, of course, they were both strongly in love
with other men.)

	And I hadn't come up with any other black women for my list.
There were others that I wanted, like Elisa Maza from Gargoyles (half
black, I think), but she was in love with Goliath.  Alyx Vance from
Half-Life 2 was a beautiful half-black, half-asian, but she had a huge
crush on Gordon Freeman and was a techie/fighter from an
alien-apocalypse scenario.  So maybe try to come up with a Latina or
something other than white or asian?  Rapture from Savage Dragon was a
gorgeous Latina, but the problem was her character was in love with
Dragon.  

	I thought about bringing a second superhero into the fold,
maybe Rogue who we could give powers similar to Power Girl's.  I
didn't know if I should go for the comic book Rogue or the goth Rogue
from the Evolutions cartoon series.  I'd love to be able to bring in
Kitty Pride, if there was any way to come up with an acceptable power
substitution for her phasing.

	Occasionally I toyed with the idea of recreating the Sailor
Senshi, but I didn't actually want all of them and they felt like they
should be a package deal.  Usagi was often just way too annoying for
words.  Minako too, sometimes.  Haruka & Michiru struck me as
occasionally psychotic.  And Setsuna was potentially much too
untrustworthy.  Ami, Rei and Makoto were the ones I wanted.

	Bayonetta, who breathed and wore sex appeal like she was the
leather-clad daughter of Aphrodite and Ares, would probably be a lot
of fun... BUT she had a nasty tendency to kill everything in sight.
Actually that might be a problem with any character from a shooter
game.  I was actually working a little on writing a less violent
history and personality for her, but keeping the appearance and
attitude.  (And lest fans get upset at me, yes, I know her clothes are
primarily made out of her own hair, not leather, but that wouldn't
work well in the real world.)

	Lara Croft seemed like a no-brainer on the surface, but there
were two big problems with bringing her to life.  First, she wouldn't
stay in one place for very long; exploration is too basic to her
personality and history.  Second, she is very rich and would be
expected to have wealth possibly as large as my own.  Both reasons
mean that she would not actually end up as an addition to the
household.

	So, who to grow next?

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