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These stories are very naughty, and since only
adults should
have naughty thoughts, you shouldn't read them if
you are
under 18 years old!

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The entire Supergirl series and similar stories
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Note about this story: "Abyss" is the first in a
series of erotic tales about the original
Supergirl,
Kara. If you don't know anything about Supergirl,
don't worry, I'll fill you in on the details --
and totally misrepresent a character that DC
Comics
intended to nurture "Family Values".

My interpretation of the character is quite
liberal,
so if you are a fan of DC Comics' original
character,
just consider these else-worlds stories.





     A Supergirl Arises From The Abyss

      I  sat on the bed in the dorm room, with
the
telephone  in  my hand.  I couldn't stop  my
hands
from  shaking. My first day with the  earth
people
had been a disaster.
     I typed a number into the phone's keypad.
The
only  thing  I learned about so far in  this
crazy
world was how to use a phone.
     "Hello. Daily Planet."
     "Is Clark there?"
      "Now listen, Miss Lee, you can't keep
calling
like  this.  I told you I'd tell Mr. Kent that
you
called. Now, Bye."  Click.
     I felt a wave of desperation overwhelm me.
      I  crushed the receiver in my hand  and
just
wept.   I didn't understand anything here.  I
could
barely  even  speak the language.  Fellow
students
asked  about  my accent, and I couldn't  tell
them
where  I came from.  A young man wanted to walk
me
back to the dorm, and I accidentally knocked him
to
the  ground;  I didn't even understand my own
body
or my strength.
     I didn't even know how to kill myself.

      About  four  weeks ago, the last  society
of
Krypton  perished. A thousand Kryptonian
refugees,
who   had  lived  for  twenty-five  years   on
an
inhospitable   asteroid under a  red  sun,
finally
succumbed.  I was one of many desperate  people
in
Argo City, all struggling against our fate.  I
was
poor, hungry, and terrorized.
     But I also knew love.
      I had many friends whose love became
stronger
as  the end neared. We sang often and danced
until
we  could  barely stand, when we finally
collapsed
and  cried in each other's arms.  That was  how
we
stayed sane.
      And I had my father, Zor-El, who always
tried
his  best  to  protect  me from  harm.   My
father
promised  me that I would live, and he  worked
day
and night during those final days and hours to
keep
that  promise.  That was how he stayed sane,
making
my  life  his purpose. When my father said that
he
would save me by building a ship and sending me
on
the  path  that Jor-El sent his son on  many
years
ago,  I  kissed  him  and gratefully  accepted
the
chance to live.
      Four weeks ago, our asteroid collided with
a
meteor  shower.   We had seen it  coming  weeks
in
advance, yet could only watch.
      I  saw my people die.  I sat in the
spaceship
and  wondered why I was alive.  I should have
been
with them.  I should have been with my father.
Why
did I ever want to live through this?
      I  was  in  shock for about  a  week  as
the
spacecraft  rushed  towards a  small  blue
planet.
Nothing  could've prepared me for  that  trip.
My
life,  my  culture, my people, my
universe--erased.
And  I  was spinning in space in a tiny, black
box
towards a place that existed only in legend. I
was
drowning in emptiness, and disintegrating into
the
void.
      When my spaceship crashed on earth, a man
in
red and blue was already there at the site.  It
was
Kal-El, the son of Jor-El.  He called himself
Clark
and Superman. The legend took my shell of a
person,
brought me to his home, and helped me learn how
to
live again.
      He  taught me simple things about  Earth
and
tried to teach me English, but I couldn't pay
much
attention.  My life was in shambles.  He  tried
to
lighten   my   spirits  by  showing  me   what
we
Kryptonians could do on Earth; I was amazed, but
I
knew  my  new powers couldn't reverse the
holocaust
that claimed my spirit if not my body.
      Two  days ago, Kal-El enrolled me in a
school
called  "Metropolis University" and told me that
I
would live there, now.  Just like that!
     "I don't understand these people", I told
him.
      "You need to learn," he replied, as though
my
life  had undergone a minor change. "Just
remember,
your  name is Linda Lee, and always wear  the
wig.
Try to do what you see others doing. I'm sorry,
but
I am going to have to leave you alone for now."
      Kal-El  had  helped  me overcome  my
culture
shock.   He  understood my problems and my
beliefs
and  some of my language.  But Kal-El wasn't
here,
and  I  wasn't ready to step into this alien
world.
Maybe I would never be ready.

      Mary turned the dimmer switch and flooded
the
dorm  room  with light.  The intense  sensation
of
light overwhelmed my weary eyes.
     "Damn, Linda, what did you do to the phone?"
      Mary was my roommate.  Mary and I did not
hit
it off very well.
     For one thing, Mary was black, and I had
never
seen  a  black person before.  Kryptonians all
had
pale  skin  and  blue eyes.  I was shocked  at
the
variety of people who lived at this college.
      When  I didn't reply to Mary's question
about
the  phone,  Mary shook her head. "All right,
I'll
tell the office that it was broke already.
Really,
girl, you've gotta get a grip."
      Mary grabbed a few things off her dresser
and
hurried to leave.  She stopped with the door
half-
open  and  glanced at me.  Then she shook her
head
and left.
      I wanted to say good-bye, but I was afraid
to
say  anything.  I  was afraid of  making  any
more
mistakes.
     I turned down the lights, again, and wanted
to
just hide, but I couldn't stop the chaos all
around
me.   A  million voices were speaking  all at
once,
and I couldn't stop them, even by covering my
ears.
When  I  closed  my eyes, I could  see  through
my
eyelids  and  into the next room.  I couldn't
tell
Mary  about that.  Would she understand?  She
would
think I was insane.  I was begining to believe
that
I was.
      Someone  was hitting the apartment  door.
I
covered  my ears.  I wanted to shrink. I wanted
to
disappear.  The  banging started again.   I
looked
through  my tears, and I looked through  the
door,
but all I saw was a skeleton.
      Kal-El stepped in from behind the door, and
I
think I flew over to him.  I held on to him like
I
held  to my father when my mother died. "Kal-El,
I
can't  bear it here another minute!" I said in
our
native language.
     "Shh.  Call me Clark and speak in English."
      My  heart winced hatred towards him.  He
was
the  only  person who could help  me,  and  yet
he
forced me to be an impostor, even with him.  But
I
could see his concern, so my heart opened up
again.
      "I  can't  talk this English well."  I
said,
trying to voice just one of my frustrations.
      He  hugged me with one arm and sat me
beside
him on the bed.
     "It's OK, really. Earth has many languages
you
can  hide behind. Tell people you come from a
small
village  in Hungary.  I've checked it out--very
few
Hungarians  go  to  school here,  and  your
accent
sounds vaguely hungarian. Say 'Linda Lee' is a
name
you adopted for America.  If you want, you can
tell
them your real name; I don't think most people
will
know  the  difference between an  Hungarian  and
a
Kryptonian name. But you should use the name
'Linda
Lee'.  People will know you are trying to fit in."

      I  shook  my head.  "People don't know  me
a
bit...   And I don't control myself.  I could
hurt
people." I grabbed my wig and threw it on the
floor
in disgust.
     He picked the wig up, carefully put it back
on
my  head  and  began stroking the long brown
hair.
"You  may not believe this, but some other
students
are  having similar problems.  This school has
many
foreign  students,  and many  are  having  as
much
trouble with this culture and language as you
are.
You need some stability in your life right now,
and
so do many of the other students here.
     I shook my head in doubt.
      "Of  course," he continued, "you have
special
problems,  but  you have special  advantages,
too.
Be  careful  about your new powers.  Try  to
limit
physical   contact   until  you   understand
your
strength.   You  might  practice  holding
animals
before holding a friend's hand."
     I felt more relaxed with him here and with
his
advice.  He  had obviously thought a lot  about
my
situation, even when he wasn't with me.
     I asked him to stay longer.
      "I'm  sorry,  but  I have  to  be
someplace.
Several places, really."
      But  he stayed for about an hour longer,
and
although  I  dreaded  his departure,  I  felt
more
confident that I could handle my new life at
least
another day.

      For  a second night, I couldn't sleep in
the
dorm.  I  could hear voices from the party  on
the
second  floor merging with the moans of love
making
down  the hall.  This time I didn't just lie
there
and  bear  it.  I left the dorm with a blanket
and
decided to sleep in the lounge of the library.
The
library was open all night, but a librarian told
me
I  couldn't  sleep there. All the  other
buildings
were locked.  I was so tired and frustrated, I
just
walked  out  into the woods beside  the  campus.
I
slept  at  the  foot of a tree  on  a  mattress
of
leaves.
      While  relaxing and preparing  for  sleep,
I
looked  at  the sliver of the earth's moon
through
the  tops of the trees.  Back home, we had a
patch
of  woods;  the  smell of life and  the  sounds
of
animals   and  the  gentle  breezes  all  felt
so
familiar.  But we didn't have a moon.  I felt
like
I belonged here, in the woods, and the moon was
the
outsider.
      With  this  thought, sleep claimed  my
tired
soul, and pleasant dreams filled my night.

      I  awoke  to the songs of birds.  Bird
songs
were  one  of  the few things about  Earth  that
I
really liked. The bright yellow sun illuminated
the
sky  from an unseen horizon, and dew covered my
bed
of leaves.
       I  stood  up,  stretched  and  yawned,
and,
amazingly, I felt really good.
      I  brushed off my pajamas and headed  for
my
dorm.
      A  few dozen of the fifteen thousand
students
were trudging quietly about campus.  I guessed
that
the rest were asleep.
      Several  people stared at me.   I  must
have
stood  out  in  by wearing pajamas and  carrying
a
blanket.  I didn't care.
      I  took  the stairs instead of the
elevator.
One  glance through the stairs above showed me
that
I  was  the lone occupant. I felt a little
playful,
and  I slowly hovered up the stairwell.  Kal-El
had
made  it  seem easy, but I was bumping against
the
walls  and  banisters as I rose. It  was  my
first
time,  and I couldn't help giggling like  a
little
child doing something naughty but wonderful.
      But  when  I landed, I felt a wave  of
guilt
shake my body, as though a thousand deaths paid
for
each  smile  on my face. I paused for a moment
and
remembered a few of my father's last words  to
me,
"You've  always lived in fear of death,  Kara,
and
just  once I'd like to see you smile a truly
happy
smile."   I felt dizzy as my father's sacred
words
battled a thousand cries of blame.
      I  walked down the hall and met Mary
getting
dressed in our dorm room.
      "Where were you, girl?" She said, looking
at
my dirty pajamas and ruffled hair.
      I  didn't  know what to tell her, so  I
just
said, "Hi, Mary."
      She  shook her head.  "You gonna get
yourself
raped, running around dressed like that."
      "I'm sorry," I said, not knowing what else
to
say.  I felt the peace I awoke with evaporating.
      Mary  sighed.   "Nothing to be  sorry
about.
Hey, Linda I'm just your roommate, not your mom."
      I  smiled and thought about what to say,
then
decided on: "I like you, Mary."
     She seemed amused.  "You are OK, too."
      "I  want  a shower," I said, as I  opened
my
bureau  and thought about what I needed.  A
towel,
some  soap and some fresh clothes.  One of
Kal-El's
friends  picked  out  my  clothes,  but  I
barely
understood  how to wear them, much less match
them
fashionably.  I also had a makeup kit  that  I
was
afraid  to even open. I liked the perfume,
though.
Mary had said I used too much.
      "You  and everyone else," Mary said.  I
shook
my  head,  not grasping, so she continued,
"You've
got four girls ahead of you for the shower."
      I  dropped the towel on my bed and  sat
down
across from a mirror on the wall.  I looked  at
my
hair  in  the  mirror, and saw a few  blonde
hairs
mixing  in  with the brown hair from  the  wig.
I
fixed the wig and wondered how I was going to
keep
it  a secret from Mary.  (Why was I even keeping
my
hair  color a secret, Kal-El, when many Earth
girls
have blonde hair?)
      "Linda, would you like to eat breakfast
with
me and my friends?"
     I must have looked nervous.  Eating Earth
food
was  really  weird for me.  The food was
shocking:
For   dinner   yesterday,  I  ate  "spaghetti
and
meatballs" and had to use a "fork" and "spoon"
and
"knife".   I  couldn't figure out how  to  eat
the
spaghetti,  and  just  the  idea  of  eating
meat
disgusted me.  I only drank some juice and ate
some
bread.   If I had to eat with other people, I'd
be
very embarrassed.
       When  I  didn't  respond  immediately,
Mary
pressed  on,  "I  don't think there's  a
Hungarian
crowd  that you can eat with,  but you got  to
eat
with someone.  Really, I'd like you to come."
     I nodded and smiled despite myself.

      Mary's friends were all black, and I was
the
only  white  person at the table.  But  I  guess
I
would've attracted attention no matter where I
sat.
Mary  pointed  out  that  the  combination  of
my
crucifix necklace, my "Black Sabbath" T-shirt
with
a  big  "666"   between  my breasts,  and  my
long
checkered  skirt, was a "little weird".  I
thought
the  clothes were comfortable but decided to
change
them after breakfast, anyway.
      Hotcakes weren't bad. At least I didn't
drop
them  on  my  lap  like I had with  the
spaghetti,
yesterday.
      Mary's  friends were funny and they smiled
a
lot. They made me feel comfortable.  They said
they
were  "juniors"  and that I was a  "freshman",
and
that  was  why  I was so nervous.   I  felt
better
knowing there were thousands of nervous freshmen
on
campus.

      Back  in  the dorm, I changed into  a
yellow
blouse that hugged my skin and a short black
skirt.
A  very  short  skirt. I saw another  girl
wearing
something  similar yesterday, so maybe  I  was
OK.
I've  learned already to not wear those thick
white
socks with my shoes.
      While  showering earlier, I  watched  a
girl
putting  on lipstick, so now I decided  to  try
it
myself.   Most students were at their  first
class
already,  so  I had the bathroom to myself,  and
I
spent  a long time getting the lipstick just
right.
The  girl  had put on other makeup as well,  but
I
knew my artistic limits.
      I  headed  off to class with a pack  full
of
books.  I took all of my books, since I didn't
know
which ones I would need.  They felt so light on
my
back,  it  never  occurred to me that  other
girls
would have collapsed under the weight.

      My  first class was in an auditorium with
300
students.  "Anthropology  105:  Society   and
the
Individual."  I was fascinated, since the
professor
was teaching us about how America works in a way
I
could  understand.  He even explained the words
he
used  that I didn't understand.  This was the
first
time I  felt engrossed with one of my classes.
      But  I  was also aware that many people
were
looking at me out of the corners of their eyes.
At
first  I thought that I had broken another rule
of
etiquette,  until it struck me that only  men
were
looking at me.   One of them was trying to look
up
my  skirt.   I  shifted my position, but  the
tiny
skirt  provided  little cover when  I  was
sitting
down.  Why did girls wear them, anyway?
     I felt better when I saw that men were
looking
at  some  other  women, too.   I  didn't  want
any
attention,  really, but, I thought,  at  least
the
attention  was  normal.  I guessed  that  while
we
seemed  to be in class to learn about
Anthropology,
the men were in the class to learn about the
girls.
      Just  when that thought occurred to  me,
the
professor  said  jokingly,  "Anthropology  is
the
'Study  of Man,' but don't worry, we'll be
studying
women,   too."    I  started  to  giggle   at
the
coincidence, and I felt several men's eyes
riveted
to me.

      My 5:30 class was "English 101."   This
class
scared me because the professor had us read
several
pages  immediately, in class--and all I saw on
those
pages  were wiggly lines.  Only about thirty
people
attended this class, and we were sitting in a
large
circle around the classroom, so everybody could
see
each  other. I was terrified that people would
find
out  about  me.  I  was so nervous  that  I
wasn't
learning a thing.
      Only  one man was watching me in this
class,
since  the  class was mostly female.  He  had
dark
hair  and thin eyes, and he couldn't have been
any
taller  than me.  I caught him looking up my
skirt,
and watching me almost constantly during the
class.
      When  class was over, he came up  to  me.
He
seemed as nervous as I was. He said, "Your face
is
very familiar.  Do I know you?"
     I was surprised, and I said, "I don't know."
       He  seemed  pleased  by  my  reply,  so
he
introduced  himself.  His name was Ge Hun  Si.
He
came from Thailand, but his father was Chinese.
      I  told  him the story Kal-El gave  me.
"I'm
Linda Lee.  I came here from Hungarian."
     "Hungary." He corrected.
     "No, I ate dinner before."
      He thought I was joking, so he laughed and
I
laughed with him.
     "This English is tough,"  he offered.
      I  nodded enthusiastically, delighted to
find
someone who agreed with me. I said, "This class
is
... hard for me."
     "Me, too."  He smiled, then hesitated.
"Maybe
we should help each other with our homework."
      I  was  extremely relieved by  the  offer.
I
nodded  and  said "Yes, very much... I  would
like
that."
     He smiled and looked almost shocked, as
though
people never studied together. He offered to
carry
my  books.   I hesitated, but let him  anyway.
He
could barely lift the pack but seemed determined
to
carry the pack regardless.
      As  we  walked towards my dorm, the  sun
was
setting, and the sky was turning a beautiful
color
of red--just like the sky under Krypton's sun.
      "You  are very pretty."  He said,  as  I
was
reminiscing.
       "Thank  you,"  I  said,  surprised  by
the
compliment.  I knew that Kryptonian men  had
found
me  attractive,  but I didn't know for  sure
about
Earth  men, or Oriental men, for that  matter.
I
said, "You are pretty, too."
     He shook his head.  "Pretty?"
     "I'm sorry.  You are handsome."
     He smiled.
     Ge Hun Si told me about his journey to
America
while  we  walked to my dorm.  He lived in
Bangkok
his  entire  life, but his family was Chinese.
He
learned some English at school, but he didn't
learn
it  very  well.  His mother and sister were
helping
him  pay  for  school, and he was very
embarrassed
about  it.   He said he didn't mind coming  to
the
strange  world of America, because he felt  like
a
stranger  in his own country.  He always wanted
to
live  in  Taiwan and practice psychology,  but
his
debt  to his mother and sister would force  him
to
return  to  Thailand, where he would probably
live
the rest of his life as a civil engineer.
      I  didn't  understand much  of  what  he
was
saying.  I sympathized with his story, but  I
felt
voiceless to express my own.  I wanted to tell
him
about my life and my losses, but I couldn't.
(Why,
Clark?  Why do I have to live a secret life?)
Yet
I  believed in Clark's wisdom, so I held  back.
I
thought  about  telling Ge Hun Si  that  I  was
an
orphan, but then he would want to know more.  I
had
to keep the pain to myself, at least for now.

      Mary was in the dorm when we arrived. She
was
reading from a large text book and was startled
to
see me.
      "Hi Mary," I said, not knowing enough yet
to
introduce my new friend.
      She nodded, as she stared at my clothes for
a
moment, then she looked strait at Ge Hun Si.
      He put down the book-bag, introduced
himself,
and  they shook hands. He told her of our plans
to
study together.
      Then  Mary  left with book in  hand,
saying,
"I'll go study in the lounge."
      Ge Hun Si and I were alone, now, and I
didn't
know what to say.  Back home I would ask him to
pet
our  dog--a  person didn't feel welcome in
someone's
home  unless the dog welcomed him.  But, of
course,
we didn't have a dog in the dorm.  I would also
ask
him  to  take off his shoes, but I didn't  know
if
Earth  people  had the same custom.   All  I
could
think of was, "Do you want to study, now?"
     He shook his head, "Sure."
      It  took  me a moment to figure out  that
he
meant "yes".
       I  grabbed  the  book  bag  (I  should
have
pretended  that  it felt heavy), and  I  opened
it
while sitting down on my bed.  I had to guess
which
book was my English book.
      Ge  Hun  Si  looked  at  me  with  a
strange
expression,  and then he sat beside me and
fetched
his own book.
     He was holding the same book, so I knew that
I
guessed  right.  But what next?  I couldn't
pretend
that  I could read for very long, but I didn't
want
to  tell  him  the truth. Several  times  today,
I
fantasized  hopefully that many  students
couldn't
read English.  Maybe even he couldn't read
English,
and we were both foolishly feeling the same fear.
      I  noticed the sweat on his forehead, and
the
way  he  clenched  his hands.   This  gave  me
the
courage to tell him.
     "Ge Hun Si?"
     "Yeah."
     "I can't read."
      He laughed a short laugh, and then said,
"I'm
sorry. I had no idea.  I also couldn't read
English
until three years, ago.  This class is going to
be
much harder for you than for me."
      That  wasn't very reassuring, and I think
he
saw my frown.  I had a sudden nightmare that
lasted
for  about  a  second: Ge Hun Si told some
college
authority  about my illiteracy, and they  threw
me
out  of  the  dorm  and into the unknown  again.
I
dismissed the fear, but I never could be sure if
I
was being paranoid or not.
      Ge  Hun Si put down his book and asked,
"You
can't read at all?"
     I shook my head.
      "Then  you  shouldn't be taking this
English
course,"  he  said with some regret in  his
voice.
"The university has courses for English as a
second
language.  One  of my neighbors is  taking  such
a
course.  You don't have to know English at all."
      "You  are  sure?"   I  asked,  my
confidence
returning.
      "Yeah, I'll help you add one tomorrow, if
you
want."
     I nodded and smiled. "Thank you."
      "We  can take a trip to the book store
after,
and exchange your book."
      "OK,"  I said, but I didn't really
understand
what  he  was  saying. The light in  the  room
was
bothering me. I turned the dimmer, until the
bulbs
changed  from white down to a shade of orange,
and
the corners of the room were almost black.
      Ge Hun Si face was blank with surprise, and
I
guessed  that I broke another rule of etiquette
by
turning  the light so low.  "I'm sorry.  The
light
was hurting my eyes. Is it OK?"
      He  nodded and started to take the books
off
the bed.
      I  just  watched  him and thought  about
how
differently everything must have seemed to him.
He
couldn't  hear  the  background  sounds  of
people
chatting  in  other rooms, or see the moon
through
the  ceiling.  I thought of how very strange I
had
become.
      He  looked  shyly away and said,  "I'll
need
another  reason to visit you, now that we won't
be
going to the same class."
      Stupidly,  I  thought he was saying  that
he
wouldn't  be  visiting me anymore.  I had
expected
this,   yet  I  was  stunned  all  the   same.
"I
understand,"  I  said,  while  clenching  my
hands
together. "I should have said the truth before.
I
wanted to ... to ..."
      I  started shaking, and I couldn't control
my
vision;  I felt some of the same helplessness
that
had possessed me yesterday. My first new friend
was
already rejecting me.
      Ge  Hun Si took my hand in his and said,
"You
don't need to say anything at all."
      He  held my hand like an egg--as if it  was
a
fragile thing.  I felt a calm sweep over me, but
I
didn't know why.
      Later, I would understand what this
situation
meant.   I'd  understand why he wanted to  help
me
with my homework in my dorm room, and why Mary
had
left  us alone.  I could hardly believe it.  In
my
native  world, when men wanted to make love to
me,
they just asked. Now, they try to have it happen
by
"accident".   I  guess I was the perfect  girl
for
this ritual, because I was not expecting a thing.
      Then  again,  he  was  not  getting  what
he
expected either.
      After caressing my hands like holy objects,
I
felt  all my stress melt away.  He looked  into
my
eyes, and I felt my legs go weak. I had been
trying
so  hard  to just fit in and understand the
people
around  me, I hadn't thought about being
intimate.
But  from somewhere down deep, desire rose  like
a
whale  surfacing from the ocean.  The chaos  of
my
emotions  rapidly became a focused hope of
passion.
When  he  finally  kissed me, I felt  paralyzed
by
desire and fear of expressing it.
     His intoxicating scent and minty breath put
me
under  a  spell.  Much later, I learned that
earth
men didn't smell that good in nature, but for now
I
was  awed  by  their  attractive  powers.   As
he
explored my mouth with his lips and tongue,  I
was
careful not to kiss back.
      He urged me back onto the bed and slid on
top
of  me.  He kissed my lips and then my cheeks,
then
my eyelids, my ears and then my neck. When his
lips
settled  on  one  spot,  his  hands  continued
to
explore. His body rubbed against mine, and I
could
feel his erection through both of our clothes.
      I  didn't do a thing.  I didn't know what
to
do.   I wanted to hug him and kiss him back, but
I
was  afraid of what I might do under the
influence
of passion.
      He was stroking my hair as he kissed me,
when
my wig loosened.
      His  eyes brightened at the discovery, as
my
blonde  hair spread out of the wig onto the
sheets.
"What a beautiful secret."  He kissed my hair,
and
then  began  to  unbutton my  blouse.  "What
other
secrets do you have in here?"
      He  struggled with my shirt for a moment,
but
then just tore it open.
      I  didn't  wear  a bra, so there  was
little
suspense  as  my breasts were instantly  and
fully
revealed.  He began sucking on my nipples
hungrily,
as  I  pinned my arms to my side.  It took  all
my
energy not to touch him, but the restraint
actually
felt  exciting and a little kinky. I was the
object
of  his  lovemaking, and I found this passive
role
thrilling.   His hands slid my skirt down  from
my
waist,  while  he  worked on my  nipples  with
his
tongue.
     He didn't look surprised that I wasn't
wearing
panties  (actually, I didn't even know what bras
or
panties  were,  yet).  I kept my legs  open  as
he
dived  between  them.  He kissed my  thighs  for
a
moment,  but then, losing patience, he  buried
his
face  down deep.  This was a new kind of
lovemaking
for  me--a  wonderful shock--and I couldn't  keep
my
legs  from shaking. But I managed to keep them
from
crushing him within.  His tongue explored both
deep
and  all around, then he focused on my clitoris
and
sent  small  explosions of pleasure  throughout
my
body, before he began climbing up my body again.
     I hadn't noticed that he had lowered his
jeans
while he was working on my passion. Once again,
his
mouth  explored mine. I could taste some of
myself
on  his  lips.  Then  I felt his  penis  enter
me.
Something should have alerted me, but I guess I
was
consumed by desire.  He stroked my hair, fondled
my
breasts and kissed me, while his penis massaged
my
insides.  What a sensation!
     Then his body shook, and he let out a groan.
I
was  instantly  alert and alarmed. I  had  felt
my
muscles compress on his penis.  My legs and my
arms
and  my  lips obeyed my will of submission, but
my
muscles inside had a will of their own.
      I  was  terrified by what I saw.   His
penis
looked  misshapen  and wrinkled.   I  felt  like
a
monster, and I turned away.
     "What happened?" I said, pretending
ignorance,
not  knowing what to say.  I fidgeted with the
torn
remains of my blouse.
      He winced in pain, then smiled at me with
an
embarrassed  smile.  "I  don't  know.   I  think
I
twisted it or something. I'm sorry."
      He  didn't sound like I imagined a
mutilated
man would sound, so I looked again at his penis.
I
felt a great weight lift from my conscience when
I
saw  that  he  was  wearing a flesh-colored
rubber
cover  over  his  penis, and the  organ
underneath
looked normal.
      But  I knew I had hurt him, even if he
wasn't
hurt  bad.  And I could have injured him much
more
seriously.  What  if  I had  kissed  him  back?
or
embraced him?  I covered my face with my hands,
and
lamented in Kryptonian, "I am a monster!"
      Ge  Hun Si sat beside me and hugged  me.
He
tried to comfort me, yet he couldn't understand
my
anxiety.
      "What's  wrong,  Linda?"  he whispered
while
kissing  my hair. "I'm sorry I messed up.  I'm
not
very  experienced at sex. I guess I  was  eager.
I
promise I'll do better next time."
       I   saw   his  embarrassment.    He
didn't
understand. "We can't do this, again."
      He  shut  his eyes, and sighed.  "That's
OK.
But I hope you will change your mind, because ...
I
like you very much."
      I  smiled and saw the honesty in his eyes.
We
spent  a  silent  minute, just  looking  into
each
other's eyes.  Obviously, he didn't think I  was
a
monster.
     "You don't know me at all."  I said.
     "I know you are a nice person.  I know you
are
very  attractive, and I know we feel good with
each
other."
      I  nodded, and I decided. "I want to tell
you
the truth."
     "The truth?"
      "You  can't tell anyone!" I turned
cautious,
afraid of making another mistake--yet determined
to
tell him, nevertheless.
     "Sure. Of course.  What's the big secret?"
      "I'm not Hungarian," I said, hesitating,
"and
my name is really Kara."
      He  nodded.  "OK, then Kara.  Where  ARE
you
from?"
      "A place called Argo City.  People here
would
say I'm a Kryptonian."
      He nodded unconsciously, and then just
stared
at  me for a moment. "You mean where Superman
came
from?"
      "Yes,"  I  said, and I felt relief  that
now
someone knew.
      He shook his head in silence, then said,
"oh,
poor  Linda.  I had no idea.  You are going to
need
some help."
      I  nodded, "Yes, it's hard."  Did  he
really
understand?
      He  was  quiet for a long time. "I  think
we
should  go  see  someone," he  finally  said
while
rising  from  the bed. "Do you feel up  to
meeting
someone, now?"
     I stood up, myself.  "You said it was
secret."
      "He  will  keep it a secret.  Helping
people
with secrets is his job."
      "Can he help me control what I see and
hear?"
I  asked  while  finding a new shirt  and
dressing
myself  again.  "I  am always  hearing  things
and
seeing things that aren't even in the room."
     He looked concerned. "I hope he can, Linda.
I
really  do," he said as he dialed a number  on
the
new telephone.
     "Thank you," I said, while fixing my wig.
     "What for?"
     I shrugged, "Just thank you."

      Ge  Hun Si was awfully quiet, as we left
the
dorm.   I thought he would have a lot of
questions,
but  just asked me how I felt. I said I felt
fine,
but  he  acted like I was in pain.  He held  me
in
half an embrace while we walked.
      He  treated me with such care that I
actually
felt physically vulnerable. As we walked along
the
moonlit  street, I felt comforted by his
sheltering
arm.   His  arm  protected me from  the  stares
of
strangers,  and  ghosts that  had  followed  me
to
earth.
      "Where are we going," I asked, noticing
that
we were leaving campus grounds.
     "His office is off-campus," he replied.
     The scenery was changing.  Now, many cars
were
parked  along  the side of the road,  and  all
the
buildings had lit signs.  A lot of noise was
coming
out of a large, rusty blue vehicle.
      A  few  men  got  out of the  vehicle.
They
smelled funny, and they looked a bit dizzy.  Ge
Hun
Si  did  not look at them, but he urged me to
move
faster.
     "Where's the fire, slant eyes," one said.
      Another  said nothing, but spouted out
words
and  obscenities rapid fire, as though he lived
in
accelerated time.
      A  third  ran out in our way, forcing  us
to
pause.  Obviously, they meant us  no  good,  but
I
didn't know what they wanted.
      Ge Hun Si was sweating, as he whispered in
my
ear, "Run, Linda." And he stood in an odd stance.
      "Oh,  the  china  man thinks  he's  a
karate
expert,"  the  largest one  said,  and  he  took
a
similar stance, but he appeared much more
confident
than Ge Hun Si.
       Ge  Hun  Si  muttered  a  curse  I
couldn't
understand. He was panicky. "Run Linda, now!"
      One  of the men grabbed my arm, and I had
an
impulse  to  hit  him.  But I would  probably
have
killed  him.  Maybe he deserved it, but I
couldn't
understand why they were attacking us,  and  I
was
afraid he was just a victim himself.  Maybe he
was
like  we  were on Argo City during those  last
few
days, driven mad by our terrifying destiny.
      I  ignored his hand, and I put my arms
around
Ge Hun Si.
      "I'm  sorry, I wish I could ..."  Ge  Hun
Si
began, then stopped as we levitated off the
ground.
I  struggled to keep our flight steady.   I
bumped
his  head  off  a  tree limb  ("Sorry"),  and
then
settled us on a nest of intertwined branches.
      Our attackers stood as still as statues,
and
then one said to the others, "Damn, did she just
do
that, or am I just too stoned."
      No one answered him, and the stunned
druggies
got back in their van.
      Ge  Hun Si touched the bump on his head.
He
looked  at me in disbelief himself. Then  he
said,
"You were telling the truth."
      "Of course," I said, wondering why he
thought
I lied.
      He  touched my cheek, as awe filled his
face.
"I  thought you were a special girl, but I
couldn't
believe you were a supergirl."
     "Supergirl?" I asked, smiling at the idea.
      "Yeah,  MY Supergirl." He removed my wig
and
ran his hands through my hair, "with her super
hair
of gold."
      I  felt  a burst of confidence, and I
leaned
forward to kiss him.  He didn't scream in pain,
as
I  curled  my lips around his. Then when I
embraced
him, I didn't hear him struggle for breath.
     "Don't worry," he said, "Nothing could make
me
tell your secret."
      "You  don't  want to tell anyone?"  I
asked,
suddenly  tempted  by the idea of  telling  all
of
earth.
      He shook his head.  "Supergirl will belong
to
the world some day, but I want you for myself."
      I smiled, and we had a special few minutes
up
in that tree.


                     tooshoes@cris.com


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