Chapter 15

Ever since she could remember Linda had always been fascinated with the possibility of life on other planets. Why should life exist only on Earth? Why couldn't it exist on other planets in other star systems? Why shouldn't it exist on other planets in other star systems? In what ways would such life be different from life on Earth? In what ways would such life be similar to life on Earth? Would they be intelligent? Would we be able to communicate with them? Would they be friendly, or would we have to go to war with them? Would they be peaceful, as were the Vulcans in Star Trek: First Contact, or would they be bent on destruction or conquest, as in Independence Day?

All the way through school she had read everything she could on the subject. Science fiction stories about alien civilizations. Scientific journals speculating on alien biologies. She had studied hard in her science classes, especially biology and chemistry. She saw every Star Trek and Star Wars movie that came out. All of them many more times than just merely once. And just about every other science fiction movie that came out, the bad ones as well as the good ones, staying up late on weekends to catch them on TV. She had every episode of the original Star Trek series on videotape.

She had endured a lot of good-natured teasing from her friends while growing up. And some not so good-natured teasing. Science fiction was a boys' thing, not a girls' thing, they had said. They had said that she favored green-skinned, bug-eyed monsters over other people. They would not listen to her when she tried to tell them that aliens didn't have to look any different from humans. Why, they said, even Mr. Spock on the Star Trek television series had greenish skin and pointy ears, and he was only half Vulcan, his mother was human.

Science was even more of a boys' thing than science fiction. Why was she spending so much time in the chemistry lab? If she wanted to try mixing things, she should do that in the kitchen, baking and cooking. And if she was so interested in biology, why didn't she find herself a good young man, get married, and make babies?

But all of those long hours in the classroom and in the lab had paid off. She had graduated in the top five percent of her class in medical school. Shortly after graduation she had gone on to join NASA as a researcher specializing in exobiology. Of course, that had been a purely theoretical field, not even NASA had any specimens to allow her to get any hands-on experience. Movies notwithstanding, she hadn't thought even the Air Force actually had any evidence of alien life forms. Let alone any specimens. Least of all any live specimens. If there was an Area 51, she certainly had no knowledge of it. Not that the military was too likely to tell her about it.

Still, she had felt very lucky to get this position. At last she was with other people who shared her passion for alien life. Not the green-skinned, bug-eyed monsters most people thought of when they even thought at all about it. Often they would spend days discussing possible biologies using fluorine instead of oxygen. Or silicon instead of carbon. Or any of the other myriad ways.

Then one day she had received a mysterious message. It had asked for an appointment with her. Something about seeing whether she would be interested in doing some exobiology work for someone outside of NASA. Possibly even with live specimens. Naturally, she had been interested. She had been very interested. Especially if they could supply live specimens for her to study. She had arranged for the appointment for the very next day, here in her office at the Johnson Space Center in Houston, Texas.

Now it was the day of the appointment. She had cleared her calendar for the entire day. She hoped that she hadn't gone through all of this effort for some prankster, playing a practical joke on her. But the message had come through the proper government channels. She didn't know just who would be coming, but she did know that they had the proper government credentials and that they had the proper security clearances. They were cleared for security levels she hadn't even heard of. They had strongly hinted to her that they actually had specimens of alien life, and that they would like for her to join their organization as their chief exobiologist.

They were coming down from Colorado to meet with her. That wasn't exactly a hotbed of UFO sightings, but then, Colorado did adjoin New Mexico, where Roswell was. Of course, so did Texas, but New Mexico was way at the other end from Houston. And, she remembered that she had seen some stories about a 'Supergirl' reported from Colorado. Her younger brother, while a cadet at the US Air Force Academy, near Colorado Springs, had sent her some newspaper clippings, speculating that 'Supergirl' might be an alien, just like the comic book character that she had been named after. He had also included some additional speculations of his own. Rather ribald ones. Ones that she would not want to pass on to their parents, unless she got really irritated with him. But she hadn't put much stock in those stories, believing them to be some kind of publicity stunts.

Linda didn't know it at the time, but this interview would affect not only her career, but her very life. Nothing would ever be the same for her after this day.

For the umpteenth time, she checked her appearance in the mirror. She knew that her appearance wasn't supposed to matter, but in this age and world men still looked at a woman's appearance first and her abilities second. She didn't want to blow this opportunity just because some male chauvinist pig didn't like the way she looked. If they didn't like her credentials, or job experience, or her ability, that would be one thing. She could live with that, it was still early in her career. She knew that there were others with much more experience, who had been in the field much longer than she had. But if they wouldn't accept her because they didn't like her looks, that would be something else entirely.

She wasn't too vain about her appearance, but she knew that she was far from ugly. Looking into the mirror she saw a woman with shoulder length hair, not tied back as usual for lab work. Light blonde, still no gray. No wrinkles around the eyes, yet. A smart tan business suit containing a trim figure, not great, but not bad, either. Medium height, maybe a fraction on the tall side. She worked hard to keep her body in shape, she had only added ten pounds since graduating from medical school. A modest skirt showed off her long legs, legs that jogged at least ten miles every week. Modest heels showed off the shape of her calves to their best advantage, without being so high as to be too uncomfortable.

She was somewhat surprised when the two people who showed up at her office were both attractive young women, smartly dressed in business suits. Though their skirts could be considered somewhat on the short side. But then, these two women certainly had the legs for it. Nicely toned, very cut calves. They looked like they ran at least ten miles every day, not just every week. And the way they moved when they walked! Those quads! They practically glided into her office, especially the tall leggy one with her long blonde hair tied up behind her with a blue ribbon into a ponytail.

Not that Linda had bad legs herself, she was quite proud of her legs. But the legs on these two women! And their legs weren't necessarily their best features. No, Linda thought, many men wouldn't even notice their legs. Their eyes wouldn't go anywhere below their rather dramatic chests.

When they removed their jackets, Linda thought that they both had one button too few done up on their blouses. But then, she thought that if she filled out a blouse like either of them did, she'd probably leave that button unbuttoned too.

When they entered her office and removed their sunglasses, she was struck by their incredibly deep blue eyes, eyes that seemed to glow with their own inner light.

Her guests introduced themselves; the shorter dark-haired woman in the brown suit was Joan while the taller blonde in the blue suit was Julie. Naturally, they gave no last names yet. Joan seemed to be the one in charge.

Joan explained to her that everything they were about to discuss was completely off the record. Linda was not to divulge the contents of this interview to anyone. Not to her boss, not to the Director. Not even to the President. This wasn't the first time she had heard such a talk, she had been on secret projects before, but this was the first time that it went all the way up to the White House.

As Joan talked, Linda used the opportunity to get a good long look at her. She seemed to be about her own age, somewhere in the thirties. Quite beautiful, though perhaps not quite up to model standards. A very good figure, she obviously worked out more than a little bit. When she moved, it was with incredible fluid grace. Linda thought that she might have been a gymnast or a dancer in her youth.

She had needed less than a second of deliberation before agreeing fully to the terms.

Joan then started to talk about the organization she had set up, and was still setting up. She talked about the labs. She talked about the computer facilities. The facilities she described would rival the NASA facilities. Then she dropped the bombshell, offering her the one thing that NASA had not been able to offer her. "How would you like to actually examine alien life forms? To study them up close and personal? To actually get your hands on them?"

She was stunned. They had dropped some hints about this earlier; hints that she assumed were just the standard bait for recruiting exobiologists. "Get my hands on them? Are you kidding me? You can't be serious! You actually want me to believe that you have some extraterrestrial specimens handy?"

Her two guests looked at each other and exchanged knowing smiles. "I suppose that you could say that," the blonde, Julie, spoke for the first time since the introductions. Her voice was incredibly rich and melodious. With a voice like that, she could have been a singer.

She took a good long look at Julie. God, she was beautiful! What was a woman like her doing in this line of work? She should be modeling, or in the movies, or something like that. Any fashion photographer would have killed to have her modeling for him. If she was wearing a particular dress, I'd want one too. But what did she mean by what she said? Did they actually have alien specimens? "But where did you find them?"

The two looked at each other and again exchanged enigmatic smiles. "Before we tell you, are you in or not?" Julie asked her.

She could hardly contain her excitement. "If you really have alien specimens, then I'm in. You couldn't keep me out. But if this is some kind of practical joke, then I'm definitely out."

Joan spoke. "Oh, we assure you, this is no joke. This is the most serious thing the two of us have ever done. This may be the most serious thing in the history of the planet, if you don't mind my saying so. And for you too, if you join us."

Again, it took her less than a second to make her decision. "Okay, I'm in. Where did you get the alien specimens?"

Joan smiled. "What if I told you that one or more of those alien specimens, as you say, are in this very office right now?"

Linda resisted the urge to look around her office. She knew what she kept in here, and there certainly was nothing extraterrestrial in here. She did look briefly at the briefcases that the two women had carried in, as well as at their purses. But they weren't big enough to hold specimen cases, along with the required quarantine equipment. Nor could they be holding any cooling equipment, if the specimens were frozen.

The two women must have seen where her eyes were going, for they exchanged smiles again. Julie spoke first, "No, we don't carry them in our briefcases. Nor do we carry them in our purses."

"Then...." Linda took another good look at her guests. Julie, the blonde, looked to be in her early- to mid-twenties. Perhaps a little young to be doing what she apparently was doing. Joan, the brunette, was maybe in her late thirties. Neither of them seemed to be wearing any makeup. And their faces had been much too expressive to be masks.

Could one of them be an alien? They both appeared completely human.

But that would mean....

If one of them was an alien, then how many others were there? If they could pass as human this easily, they could infiltrate anything. How long had they been here? How long had the aliens been here on Earth? How many of them were here?

She realized that Joan was speaking to her. She had her briefcase open on her lap and was pulling out some papers. "You understand, we do have to have you sign these before we tell you any more than what we've already told you." She laid the papers on the desk in front of Linda. "These are simple non-disclosure agreements. They state that you will not divulge any information that we provide, without our approval. They will not interfere with your job here, if you chose to remain here instead of joining us."

Linda looked quickly through the documents. Nothing special in there. Taking a pen from its holder on her desk, she quickly signed and dated the documents where Joan indicated.

"There will be additional paperwork if you do decide to join us, as we hope you will," Julie told her, smiling. If she were a man, she wouldn't be able to resist that smile, Linda thought to herself. She was having a hard time resisting it herself, and she's never gone for other women. But Julie could make her want to sample things on the other side of the tracks.

Linda put her pen away. She looked back and forth between the two women. She smiled at them, following her earlier hunch to its logical conclusion. "Okay, now that I've signed, which of you two is the alien?"

They were both smiling back at her. "See, Julie, I told you that she was sharp."

"Yes, you did, and she certainly is," Julie replied. Looking straight at Linda with those deep blue eyes, she continued, "Well, I was born in Colorado."

Linda turned and looked at Joan. "Then you? You're not human?"

Joan didn't say a word. Instead Julie replied, "The word we prefer is Terran. After all, I like to think that I'm human."

Huh? She likes to think that she's human? Then some people might not consider her human? Terran, rather. Linda turned her head to look at Julie. Instead of looking her right in the eyes, she realized that she was staring right at Julie's rather impressive chest. Linda gasped as she realized that Julie was floating about two feet above her chair. "Actually, both of us are aliens. Joan and my mother came to Earth together, just before I was born."

Floating above her chair? Floating? As in flying? Like 'Supergirl'? "Y-y-you're 'S-s-upergirl'? The 'Supergirl' from Colorado?"

"Yes, I've been called that," Julie looked a bit embarrassed as she lowered herself back into her chair. "I really don't like that name, but I think that I'm stuck with it now."

"Oh wow! My brother would love to meet you." Though Julie might not like meeting him. He definitely had some 'interesting' ideas for testing out some of the abilities 'Supergirl' possessed. Some of the more 'interesting' abilities, at least from his point of view.

"You'll have to introduce us sometime," Julie smiled.

"I don't know about that. He's in Japan with the Air Force now, but while he was at the Academy he sent me the newspaper clippings about you. He knows how crazy I am about alien life. He's also told me some of his thoughts about you. His own private thoughts. About what it might be like to, you know, to get to know 'Supergirl' better. Much better."

"He and my husband might want to get together and, uh, compare notes," Julie winked at her.

"Your husband? Is he also...?"

"Uh, we might want to hold off a little on that, at least until you decide to join us," Joan interrupted.

Linda knew that there was nothing left for her to decide. She reached again for her holder and the pen in it. "Okay, Joan, where do I sign?"

"Don't you want some more time to think about it before jumping in like this?"

" I don't need any more time. I've already been thinking about it all my life."

"All right, then," Joan smiled, dug more papers out of her briefcase, and handed them across the desk to her.

"Welcome aboard, Linda," Joan said, when everything was signed, shaking hands.

"Glad to join, Joan." Linda then shook hands with Julie. "And you, Julie. Or should I call you 'Supergirl'?"

"No, no, Julie's fine," she laughed. "Welcome aboard, Linda."

Finally, some official progress. A special secret agency had been set up to deal with the Arion threat. Or at least try to gather more information as to their disposition and intents; there weren't enough weapons on Earth powerful enough to defend it against a major Arion attack. Unless we wanted to nuke the whole planet, and no one wanted to do that. Not even the Arions, they wanted to colonize the planet, not destroy it. About the only thing on Earth powerful enough to take on a Warrior Prime was yours truly, though Mom and Karen were more than a match for unarmed Betas.

Mom, Mark, and I were immediately transferred to the new agency. So was Ted, and after some strings were pulled Nancy was transferred from the DEA, though she and Ted continued to live and work in Texas. Nancy at least knew some things about us, and her strength made her a fair match for a Beta. And Ted had worked with Mom quite a bit in the past. Ted also had some valuable contacts with NASA.

Other people were recruited for our agency. We knew that Terran science and technology lagged behind the Arion in most fields. Electronics, computers, weapons, medicine, chemistry, and physics were only some of the specialties we sought out. Exobiology was a bit difficult, but we eventually found our man. Or rather, we found our woman.

Linda came to us from NASA, where she had been doing research into exobiology. She had jumped at the chance to get some real experience, instead of just the theoretical research she had been doing. Even then, it was more observational than experimental. Only once did she mention dissection, and she was smiling as she said it. That was after she had ruined a couple of perfectly good surgical scalpels against my skin.

Karen also joined the branch, where her electronics expertise was immediately put to good use. Using the Arion equipment that we had salvaged from the Aleutians she quickly helped set up a system so that we could monitor Arion communications. Unfortunately, there wasn't much of it to monitor. Most ground operations were autonomous, and what signals we intercepted were encrypted. Of course Karen had no access to the current encryption keys, so we could not decipher them.

We did not recover any Arion weapons from the Aleutians. It would have been nice to have found some weapons that would be effective against Primes. However, Karen had told us that they had been dealing only in Terran weapons and that they hadn't had any Arion weapons even for their own use.

We also could not uncover any trace of the Los Angeles prostitution and blackmail ring that Karen had been a part of. Koren had been pulled out when the pressure on the police had mounted so high as to overcome even the deterrents that she had established. Mom took Karen to Los Angeles so that she could help look for the other girls in her team. Apparently the other girls had also pulled out and moved on elsewhere. Mom also made Karen apologize personally to the three police detectives whom she had raped.

Nor did we uncover any traces of any other Arion operation. Mom and I went over the records of all of our previous cases. We got the research people working, going through all of the files. We even had George and Steve put their expertise to work for us, going through the 'Net, searching for anything that might indicate Arions. Naturally we couldn't just look for Arions by name. We found nothing that indicated Arions. Oh sure, there were plenty of prostitution rings, drug and arms smuggling operations, and stuff like that. But they all seemed to be purely Terran operations.

We especially wanted to find the training camp where Karen had first come to Earth. But she had no idea where it was; for the sake of security the trainees had not been told where they were. The newspapers had all been imported, and even the TV they had seen had been piped in. Damn, I had to hand it to those Arions, they were efficient in keeping their military secrets.

We set up our offices and labs in a new office park in Broomfield, halfway between Denver and Boulder. It had been decided not to set up anywhere near DC, in case the Arions knew more about us than we suspected. For similar reasons we were not near any major NASA installations. There was nowhere in the country to get too far away from military bases, so this was as good a location as any other location. Besides, this was where the three aliens we already had were living.

Our cover was as a computer communications research and development company, with Steve ostensibly being one of the major investors. The cover gave us plausible excuses for all the radio dishes on our roof and for all of the high-tech equipment we accumulated, as well as for the security systems we installed on our building. But we had no intentions of producing any commercial products. And most of the money was coming from other 'investors' who actually were covers for the Byzantine government bureaucracy. But supposedly being a private company, we were able to avoid much of the government red tape.

We had the finest equipment that we could buy. We had the finest labs that we could equip. We tried to get the finest people that we could find. That was the hardest part. The money wasn't a major problem. We had access to the military budget, if we really needed something we could procure it. We had to approach people very carefully and discreetly. I helped Mom with some of the recruiting, sometimes using some of my 'special' abilities to convince people that we were not joking about aliens. We quickly built up a staff of dedicated, hard-working people.

Surprisingly, some of the hardest slots to fill were electronics engineers. Karen was disappointed in that she still hadn't found any electronics engineers that she considered suitable for the tasks she had in mind for them. Granted, she knew that we weren't going to find anybody that knew anything about Arion electronics, but most of the ones she had interviewed were totally unprepared to even learn anything about the Arion technology. She kept after our recruiters, including Mom and myself, to find someone to help her out in her lab.

As a major investor, Steve was nominally the director of the research facility. Mom and Mark headed up the field operations, ostensibly working in sales. George stayed with his dad's software company, but we signed a consulting contract with them so that George could spend much of his time with us. I was sort of assistant everything. I did what I could in the labs, and I went out on the most dangerous cases, or at least the ones that we thought might get dangerous. Karen and I were also the designated furniture and equipment movers.

In addition to the offices and labs, we had a gym and health club for people to work out and a few sleeping rooms for people who wanted to keep on working until they were too tired to go home. Some of the staff practically lived there, staying for days on end.

Of course the staff had to be told what we were working towards. They knew that the three of us were not Terrans. The office grapevine got very efficient at spreading the word when one of us was working out in the gym. Work would grind to a halt as they gathered to watch one of us Supremis women working out with the special heavy weight equipment, weights measured in tons instead of pounds.

Linda was absolutely fascinated. This was much better than anything she could have possibly hoped for. So much better. This was no longer the dry theoretical research that she had been doing at NASA. She actually had three alien specimens to observe. Three live alien specimens!

Though she really couldn't call them specimens. These three alien women were her coworkers. Even more important, they had become her friends.

That made her work more difficult, in a way. After all, she very well couldn't dissect her friends, could she? She had to be content with observing and measuring.

Not that dissection would have been easy. Scalpels wouldn't cut their skin, except maybe at a certain time of the month. And in the case of Julie, not even then. She doubted that anything much smaller than a tactical nuclear weapon would cut Julie's skin, and then there probably wouldn't be enough left of her to dissect.

Her friends made it as easy for her as possible. They made themselves available for her as much as possible. Though of course they all had their own jobs to do. Both Joan and Julie spent quite a bit of time on the road, both recruiting, as they had done with her, and as field agents. Karen mostly stayed in the labs, where she worked as an electronics and communications specialist.

Joan had turned out to be a capable and competent exobiologist in her own right. Linda had found out that she had been a nurse, specializing in exobiology, before she was stranded here on Earth. To a space-faring race like the Arions, exobiology was not a theoretical field. Her advice had been invaluable, suggesting several possible avenues of research.

She had been surprised at first to learn that Joan and Julie were of two different, though related, races. Races that were actually descended from Terran stock. Julie's 'Velorian' race apparently was the original 'Supremis' race, while Joan and Karen's 'Arion' were descended from the Velorians, the result of a misguided attempt at genetic engineering using a retrovirus.

Karen was an interesting case, being a hybrid of the two Arion subspecies, the 'Prime', or 'Alpha', and the 'Beta', while Joan was pure Beta. The Betas were relatively close to Terrans, though quite improved, genetically. The Primes were closer to the Velorians, with some of their incredible attributes. Joan had told her that such hybrids were very rare, even the Arions did not know much about them.

Karen's Prime attributes were still manifesting themselves; her strength was still growing. If you could refer to somebody who was already nearly two hundred times stronger than a Terran as 'still growing'. Her hearing and vision were incredible.

Joan herself was not quite completely a pure Beta, having been 'enhanced', first by Julie's mother, and then by Julie herself. Joan was 'only' about one hundred times stronger than a Terran, and her skin was bullet-proof. Her hearing and vision, while very acute by Terran standards, were not as good as Karen's were.

Julie was completely off the scale. The best estimates put her strength at about three thousand times that of a Terran. And her other attributes! An exploding shell wouldn't even scratch her. She could actually see through things. She could hear whispers at the other end of the building. And she could fly! Through the vacuum of space, if she wanted to, the cold and vacuum not bothering her one little bit. She had told Linda that she actually had been to the moon a few times. And she had gotten there faster than anything that NASA had.

Yet all three of them looked like ordinary Terran women. Beautiful, athletic women, but not overly unusual, they certainly didn't look like freaks, let alone like aliens. At least not until they flexed. Joan could have won any bodybuilding contest that she cared to enter. Karen's muscles were even bigger. Julie's muscles weren't in their class, size-wise, but they contained far more power. Far more!

It was interesting watching one of them rearrange the furniture or move some heavy lab equipment. Karen, since she worked in the electronics labs, was often called upon to move the heavy racks of equipment. It was amazing to see her lift a thousand pound rack of equipment with one hand, the other hand merely steadying the rack to keep it from falling over.

And Julie! Linda had actually seen Julie move a fully loaded cement mixing truck out of the way once. With one hand!

It was also interesting watching the other people watching one of these superwomen moving stuff around. They always drew a crowd, the people watching with their mouths and eyes wide open. Both men and women, staring in rapt fascination.

There were three other interesting subjects, though all of them were Terran. Both Joan and Julie had enhanced their husbands, Steve and George, respectively. Enhancement was a mutagenic process, endowing the recipient with some of the attributes of the donor. Neither of the men was much stronger than they had been before, maybe about twenty percent. Steve was already a professional athlete; he had just retired from the Denver Broncos. George wasn't the athletic type, though he now would have made a very good athlete. But there were other effects. Their bodies were much harder than they had been. Especially a certain part. The men had been a bit shy about it, but the women had been quite clear about it. Apparently whoever had originally genetically engineered the enhancement capability into the Supremis race had one primary purpose in mind for the capability. The ability to create suitable partners. Suitable sex partners, that is.

The third enhancee was quite a different case. Julie had also enhanced another woman, Nancy. Her strength had increased about five times, with a corresponding improvement in toughness, and with an increase in quickness and speed. According to Joan, Nancy was about equal to an ordinary Beta in most respects, physically.

I had noticed that Karen and Mark were kind of drifting apart. I think that a part of it was the work we were doing, the long hours everyone was putting in, and the fact that they weren't working together very much. After all, Mark was a field agent, while Karen, even though she was physically the second strongest person we had available, was primarily a lab worker. We needed her electronics expertise here in the lab much more than we needed her muscles out in the field. Also, at various times, they both had confided in me that the difference in their ages had made things a little difficult for them.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't think that there ever was anything wrong with the sex between them, which they still continued to enjoy as much as possible. I knew from personal experience that neither of them had any problems with sex. It was just that they both realized that a relationship based purely on sex wouldn't last. I also knew that from personal experience, and I'm sure that Karen did too, from her time in Los Angeles. And Mark and I had had a purely physical relationship, which we still occasionally continued.

I thought that Mark could have had his pick of the available women. He was still young and very good looking. All he would have had to do was ask. Some of the women were all but throwing themselves at him, as it was. I felt kind of sad for him, I devoutly hoped that Karen and I hadn't ruined other women for him sexually by setting his expectations too high.

One woman did seem to connect with him, and he with her, a little. Linda, the exobiologist we had recruited from NASA, had gotten an apartment in the same complex as Mark, and they often carpooled together. I didn't know how serious they were about each other, and I didn't pry, but they seemed to get along pretty well together. And I did see them together quite a bit. At least when Mark wasn't out in the field.

And Karen was, well, she was Karen. The Arion Prime could have had any man she wanted. She could have had any man whether he was willing or not, but she never forced herself on anybody. Not after her experiences in LA. And the fact that the men around her were all friends and coworkers. Besides, there were plenty of men around who were willing to spend some time with a Supremis woman. Good quality time.

Being on a planet with a yellow sun must have been good for Karen, as it apparently had been for me. Her strength continued to grow, as her Prime attributes continued to manifest themselves. She was now nearly twice as strong as Mom, at nearly two hundred Terrans. Her skin had toughened even further; Linda couldn't cut it with a surgical scalpel. We thought that she might be bullet-proof now, but we still didn't want to test it yet. Both her hearing and vision were much better than Mom's were, though not as good as mine were, of course.

Karen was disappointed, however, that she was not getting any taller. She had been hoping to grow a little more, at least to average Beta height. But she stayed at five-four, about four inches shorter than Mom and seven inches below me.

We finally found them!

Well, two of our agents reported in something that sounded like an Arion covert operation. They had come across a prostitution and blackmail operation in downtown New York City, right in the financial section of Manhattan.

We quickly convened a meeting of the senior staff. All of the department heads were there. Even though Karen and I didn't have the official rank to be there, they weren't going to keep any of the Supremis out of that meeting. No, they weren't going to keep a Prime and a Velorian out!

It wasn't like we had to beat up some armed guards or anything like that. We simply asked Mom if we could be there. She immediately agreed, and none of the department heads objected. After all, they wanted Karen and me there as well.

The people in New York joined us through a scrambled satellite link. As they described the prostitution and blackmail ring, it became clear to us that it was the same type of operation that Karen had been engaged in back in Los Angeles. The photographs they showed us convinced Mom and Karen that the girls indeed were Arions, though Karen couldn't tell whether they were members of her old team.

We quickly decided that somebody had to go out to New York to take over the investigation. This was way beyond the capabilities of the New York police, or even the FBI.

Naturally, the New York officials were offended when we asked them to step aside. We finally convinced them to at least not take any action against the ring until the morning when someone could get there and present our case in person.

That left the question of just who should go. Mom, as the most experienced, wanted to be the one to go. Karen claimed to be the most familiar with this type of Arion operation. I felt that as the only Velorian available, that I should be the one to go.

One of the men said that if there were alien superwomen acting as prostitutes, then the men should go. No one took that suggestion very seriously, not even the man who made that suggestion. Everybody knew that ordinary Terran men stood no chance whatsoever against Arion women, even young Beta women. And if there were any Primes lurking around in the neighborhood....

That was the deciding factor. Against just Betas Mom or Karen should be able to handle the situation. But if there were any Primes around, I was the only one who stood any chance against them. We also decided that I should take Karen with me, both so she could gain some needed field experience, and because if there were any of her old teammates there she could identify them and possibly recruit them for our side.

And she might come in handy as an interpreter. Mom and Karen had been teaching me some Arion, but I was a long way from being able to carry on a conversation, let alone an interrogation, in that language.

Less than thirty minutes later I was in Manhattan, meeting with our two agents and arranging accommodations for Karen and myself. Karen was coming on the first available commercial flight; she wasn't Prime enough yet to withstand my Mach twelve cross-country flight.

The next afternoon Karen and I, along with our two agents, attended a briefing with the New York police department. The officers assigned to the case were understandably unhappy at being pulled off of the case to make way for some outsiders. Apparent civilians at that. And young women, to boot!

We told them that we weren't seeking any glory for our agency or for ourselves. We stressed that we wanted news about us kept out of the media, that we would be very happy if the NYPD got all of the credit for the bust. Though we would be even happier if all news of this incident were kept hushed up.

We also told them that we weren't in any way trying to protect the perpetrators. If anything, we were trying to protect the police officers. We didn't want to be too blunt about it, but we did tell them that one of those women could more than hold her own against any three of them in a fight. They were more than a little skeptical of that; after all they were all trained and experienced police officers.

I decided that it was time for a little demonstration. I stood up and walked up to the podium at the front of the room. Standing beside the podium, I turned back to face the audience. "Karen, could you bring me that file cabinet over there?" I asked her, pointing to the large metal file cabinet in the back of the room.

Giving me that wicked grin of hers she replied, "Sure thing, Julie." She got up from her desk in the front row and walked down the center aisle to the filing cabinet in the back, swinging her hips a little more than was necessary. Okay, so she was swinging her hips a lot more than was necessary. This was my half Prime cousin Karen, after all. I could sense the reactions of the men in the room as their eyes followed the young Arion in the short skirt. Even the women were not completely unaffected.

With every eye in the room on her, she bent down a little more than necessary, got a good grip on it, and straightened up, lifting the heavy filing cabinet up off the floor. She carried it back to me, still swaying her hips, but not as much with the big load in her arms. Again I sensed the reactions of the men and women, though this time it was a totally different kind of reaction.

I took the filing cabinet from her. Getting a hand on its bottom, I lifted it up almost to the ceiling with one hand. From having peeked, I had known that the filing cabinet was full, but it was even heavier than I had expected. I didn't think that a Beta could have lifted it by herself. But that was okay, I would rather have the police officers overestimate the Arions rather than have them take the Arions too lightly.

Still hefting the filing cabinet with one hand, I turned to face the assembled police officers. At least their eyes and mouths, they were open so wide that I could hardly see anything else of their faces. I heard Karen suppress a giggle as she also turned and saw their astonished faces.

"Would any of you care to carry this back?" I asked, smiling. There were no takers. "Would any two of you care to carry this back?" Since there still were no takers, I carried the filing cabinet back to the back of the room and set it back down.

After that little demonstration they agreed to stay back and give us a week to crack the case.

That evening Karen and I were in a borrowed unmarked police van, watching through the dark tinted windows the street corner where some of those suspected Arion women had their 'shop'. Sure enough, two beautiful black-haired women showed up before the evening got too much later. They were both dressed in the short skirts and skimpy tops that were common in their trade. I hated to admit it, but they looked quite good. It wasn't a particularly busy street corner, not much foot traffic but a steady stream of cars.

Using my tachyon vision, I could barely distinguish them from Terrans, unlike with Karen, whose energy matrix made her stand out. Almost as much as I did when I used my tachyon vision on myself. They apparently were Betas, not Primes. Karen agreed with me on that point. She did not recognize either of the women though, apparently they were not members of her old team.

These women were taller than Karen was, about Mom's height. They also appeared to be a little older than Karen was, though not quite as old as Mom was. They moved with the smooth athletic grace that I had grown accustomed to seeing from Mom and Karen.

At my radioed signal our two men, wearing concealed radios, got out of their car and approached the women and began to talk with them. We didn't want to lose these two women to other 'customers'. Our men showed enough money to keep the women interested.

But these women were too beautiful to be ignored by other men. Two other men seemed especially intent on securing the 'services' of the women for tonight. An argument soon ensued between our two men and the other two men. The argument grew more heated until the men were shoving each other.

I was considering radioing our men to back off before punches started flying, when one of them was pushed against one of the women. The woman put out a hand, as if to steady him. But instead, her arm went around his neck. Her other hand reached out to the man who had shoved him, going around his neck also as she pulled both men towards her. The shoving or the headlock must have loosened a wire; Karen and I could no longer hear what was going on.

The other woman grabbed the other two men and pulled them towards her. Now each of the women had one of our men and one of the other men in headlocks. I could see that all four of the men were struggling as hard as they could to get free, but the two women just stood there talking with each other for a moment.

They quickly came to a decision. They started walking off towards the alley, each of them half carrying and half dragging two struggling men as if they were no more than sacks of groceries. It didn't take the two Arions long to get the four men into the dark dead-end alley.

Karen and I immediately sprang out of our van and dashed across the street. Actually, over the street, I didn't want to wait for a break in the traffic so I picked her up with an arm around her waist and flew us over to the other side.

As we entered the alley I could see that the women still had headlocks on the men and were forcing them down to the ground. I knew that there was enough light for Karen to see as well. These Betas didn't seem to be having too much trouble seeing, either. They also didn't seem to be having too much trouble handling the four men, either.

I stood there with my hands on my hips. "Okay, ladies. That's enough. Let them go." Surprised, they looked up. Seeing only two women at the entrance to the alley, they relaxed. After all, they were having no trouble with four men, what could two women do to them? Even though it was night, Karen and I were wearing dark glasses to conceal our deep blue eyes, eyes even deeper and bluer than on those two women. In addition I was wearing a scarf to cover my golden hair. And our loose clothes concealed our bodies adequately; they didn't seem to recognize Karen as a fellow Arion. They certainly didn't recognize me as a Velorian!

As Karen and I walked towards them, they released the men and flung their bodies deeper into the alley. They prepared to meet us, feral smiles on their faces. Their confidence confirmed that they didn't know that they were facing a Velorian and a Prime.

Their confidence evaporated as soon as we reached them. Karen and I each grabbed a wrist and twisted. Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to force them off of their feet and onto their knees. Once they realized that they were helpless, I removed my shades and scarf, letting my golden hair fall free.

"Velorian!" gasped out the one on her knees in front of me as she took in my deep blue eyes and my golden hair. I could feel the fight go out of her as the futility of her situation sank in. The other one, after one look at my golden hair and my deep blue eyes, also appeared to quit struggling.

I took a couple of steps towards Karen, dragging my prisoner with me. I handed her wrist over to Karen, who accepted it with her free hand. She twisted her prisoners around until she was behind them, with a hammerlock on each. I went over to the men to make sure that they were all right.

All four of them were sitting up, having watched the fight, such as it was. Our two men had seen us in the gym, but it was the first time they had actually seen us in a real fight. The other two were completely amazed.

As I helped them to their feet, I recognized the other two men. They were New York police officers! They had been at the briefing earlier in the day, when the police had agreed to step aside and give us a free hand in this investigation.

With their help we got our prisoners handcuffed. We didn't need any gold to hold these Betas, just a pair of good heavy steel handcuffs. And another pair around their ankles. Karen and I sat next to them in the van as we drove to the police office.

We locked up our prisoners in separate cells in the jail, after I had checked to make sure that two Betas couldn't break their way out. Karen or myself, sure, but not these two. We left our two men to act as supplemental guards. Karen and I then went and reported to the Captain.

When we were done, we came out of the Captain's office to see the two police officers whom we had rescued earlier. They looked at each other, then at us. The older taller one spoke first. "Ah, we'd like to apologize for what we did earlier tonight. We thought that we were helping you, but we realize now that we were interfering with your investigation." He looked down at his feet before continuing, "And also, ah, to thank you for rescuing us."

"So now you believe us when we said that we wanted you out of the way, it was for your own protection?" I asked.

"Yeah, we sure do, now. Those two women were something else. And so are you two. When the two of you pulled that stunt at the briefing with the file cabinet, we thought that it was staged, that the cabinet was actually a plastic fake or a stage prop or something. But when we got back tonight, we tried to move it, and we couldn't budge it."

"That's right. Even the two of us together couldn't move it one inch," the other one, the shorter younger one, joined in. "I doubt we could have moved it even with a hand truck. And like my partner said, we'd like to thank you for getting us out of that jam. The jam that we got ourselves into." He looked back and forth from Karen to myself. "Um, would it be too presumptuous of us to offer to take you two out to dinner or something?"

"Well, considering the time of day, wouldn't breakfast be more appropriate?" I asked him, smiling.

"I don't know about that, Julie. I kinda like the sound of that 'or something' myself," Karen said, with her wicked grin lighting up her face. That's my little Arion half Prime cousin! A one-track mind. Just like my Arion Mom! Not that I wasn't thinking about that one track myself, too. But I was too much of a lady to say it. But I had checked them out while they were talking.

The two men blanched a little at Karen's comment, they weren't quite sure what to make of it. After all, they only had limited experience with Supremis women. They certainly remembered what those Arion women had been doing to them. They also remembered that we had little difficulty overcoming them ourselves. I think that they were still a little afraid of us. Or in awe of us. Or something like that.

Well, to make them a little more comfortable with us, we accepted their offer. The first half, the breakfast. We let them take us to a nice little diner for an early breakfast. They asked us questions about us, and the two women we had apprehended that night. We couldn't give them the full answers, but we told them that we were very special, even more so than our two prisoners. We got to know each other quite a bit better.

After breakfast they drove us back to our hotel. There, we took them up on the second half of their offer. The 'or something' half.

We really got to know each other quite a bit better. We gave them a taste of what our prisoners' customers had been eagerly paying for. We let them know just how helpless they were against us superwomen. We also let them know just how pleasurable it was with us superwomen.

Karen and I started out very gentle with them, probably even more gentle than those prostitutes would have been with them, especially considering that these men were cops. We carefully undressed them, not wanting to ruin their clothes. But the more excited and aroused the men got the more excited and aroused Karen and I got. We were still careful not to hurt them, but I was sure that they had never had sex this physical and rough before.

If the men had thought that they had been in a jam before, it was nothing compared to what Karen and I put them through. After all, when a certain body part of a male is jammed into a certain body part of a Velorian or an Arion Prime female, he's not going to get out of that jam until she's good and ready for him to take it back out. But we didn't hold them too tight.

Afterwards, we went back to the offices and asked that these two men be assigned to us as our liaison officers. The request was quickly granted. After all, we all but had carte blanche for the week. The NYPD was bending over backwards for us. And these two men had bent in other directions for us, as well.

That night we set out to capture the other two. We decided that we didn't need to be too subtle with them, we already had the rest of the team behind bars.

In the company of three of our four men, we walked down the street towards our quarry, talking loudly and gesturing wildly as if we had just come from a bar. When we reached our quarry, the men split up as if to go around them. The fourth man drove our van up just then. Karen and I each grabbed one of them, pinning their arms to their sides. The two policemen quickly applied the handcuffs while the remaining man opened the back doors.

We threw the women inside and quickly climbed in with them. We held them while the other cuffs were attached to their ankles.

Once we got all four them behind bars, we were able to keep them in separate cells to keep them from talking with each other.

We called home to let them know that we had captured the four Betas. Then we went to search the apartments that the women occupied. We wanted to see if we could find anything linking them to other Arion operations. Unfortunately, we didn't. Just as Karen hadn't known about any other operations while she was in LA, these Arions were also kept compartmented away.

Karen also wanted any electronic gear that we could find. She seemed especially delighted with a small briefcase-sized object we found in each of the apartments. She wouldn't really tell me much about them, wanting to get them back to her lab. She did show me one though, opening the lid to reveal something that resembled a laptop computer, but with too many keys on the keyboard.

The women refused to tell us anything. Not even when Karen asked in Arion. They wouldn't even consider giving us any additional information about any other Arion operations, let alone defecting from the Empire.

That night we had a dinner to celebrate our success. After dinner we checked up on our prisoners and then continued the celebration back in our hotel suite. It was quite a celebration with our two agents, our two liaison men, and the two Supremis women. Even if Karen and I had to entertain each other occasionally while the four men rested.

We considered flying back, but decided not to risk it with our prisoners. We ended up renting an RV for the drive back to Colorado. The two men took turns driving, while Karen and I took turns watching our prisoners. Even though they were handcuffed and tied to the beds, we made sure that one of us with them at all times. They quickly learned to not even try to give us any hassles. Instead they were quiet and sullen the entire trip.

We took our prisoners to a special wing of the stockade at the Fort Carson Army base near Colorado Springs. Even though we specifically told the Army that these women were very dangerous, they didn't really take us very seriously. Nor the threat posed by these women. At least not until one of the women nearly escaped, killing two soldiers and severely injuring two more with her bare hands before being shot in the leg and crippled so that she could not even walk away, let alone run away.

After that the Army beefed up security considerably, heeding our suggestions.

Almost as important as the capture of the prisoners was the Arion equipment we were able to recover from their apartments. And the code books. Even if they only gave us the keys for the next month, and only low-grade ones at that, they enabled us to read some of the messages between Arion units.

Finally we found some engineers for Karen. At least Mom thought so. She told me that she had two candidates flying in from the West Coast for some interviews. At the last minute, she asked me to drive down to the airport to pick up our two candidates.

"Why me? Can't you send someone else?" I was kind of busy. Linda was running all sorts of tests on me, trying to learn more about Velorians. And after all, they were Karen's people. "Why not Karen?"

"Because she can't drive." Leave it to Mom to point out the obvious fact to the blonde. We had been so busy with our work that we'd never had the time to teach her how to drive a Terran automobile. She usually rode with Mom and Steve. If they were both out of town, either George or I would give her a ride. "Besides, if she's going to be interviewing them, then it's beneath her dignity to go pick them up."

"And it's not beneath mine? It's beneath your niece's dignity, but not your daughter's?" I smiled at her to let her know that I wasn't too serious.

She laughed. "No, Julie. I just think that you're the best person for this. I really think that the first person they see here should be you." There she went again, not really getting to the point.

"Go ahead, Julie. I need to spend the rest of the day analyzing the data I've collected from you already," Linda chimed in.

Oh great! Are they in collusion? Are they trying to get me out of the office for some reason? I thought about it. It wasn't my birthday, so they couldn't be planning a surprise birthday party for me. It wasn't my wedding anniversary either. Besides, George was out of town, with his dad on company business. Mom wouldn't plan a surprise party for me with him gone. It wasn't Mom's birthday, or Steve's, or their anniversary. So just what did Mom have planned for me?

Finally I agreed to drive to the airport to pick up our two candidates. Mom gave me the details. The incoming flight, the time it was due to arrive, the hotel where she had booked a suite for them, stuff like that. I was halfway to the airport before I realized that she had forgotten to give me one minor little detail. Or two. She hadn't bothered to tell me the names of the two people that I was to pick up!

Oh great! What a time for Mom to start going senile! Oh well, I'd just have to call her from the airport to get their names.

Traffic on the freeway was a real mess. Whose brilliant idea had it been anyway, to build the new airport halfway out to Nebraska? Again, I regretted that I couldn't just fly there and back. It would have been so much easier, but it would also be harder to explain to our guests.

Even then, I was tempted to just pick up the car and fly out there. If it had been night, I just might have done that.

By the time I got there and parked, it was almost time for the flight to arrive. I rushed to the gate, ignoring the looks my short blue skirt and I were getting from the business travelers. I was fishing around in my purse for change for the pay phone when the doors opened and people started coming off of the plane.

I had just found a quarter at the bottom of my purse when I thought that I recognized one of the disembarking passengers; the blond head was vaguely familiar. He turned and said something to the man next to him, a man with dark brown hair. Hmm, he looked familiar too. Then the second man laughed and brushed the hair back from his eyes, a little flick of the wrist that I remembered well, a gesture that I had never expected to see again. Forgetting about the quarter, I rushed over to greet the two of them.

"Mike! Rob! What're you guys doing here in Denver?" Mindful of the other people, I didn't sweep them off of their feet. Instead, I simply hugged and kissed each of them in turn. I hadn't seen the two guys from Oregon since that one magical week in LA oh so many years ago.

"Hi Julie!" Mike managed to get out when I let him up for air so that I could kiss Rob.

"Julie! Joan told us that you might be here to meet us," Rob said when I let him up for air.

"Joan? She said that I'd meet you here?" Mom had told them that I would meet them here? But I was here to meet… These two? Nah, they couldn't be! Could they be? "You! You're the EEs that're here for the interviews?"

"Didn't she tell you that we were coming?"

"No, she just said that she had two candidates coming in for job interviews. She didn't tell me that it was you guys." Oh Mom! Am I going to have to toss you through a door again? No, I promised that I wouldn't do anything like that ever again. And the ocean's too far from here anyway. But I'm going to have to do something. Just you wait, Mom!

Taking each of them by an arm, I led them through the airport, picked up their luggage, and got to my car. Once we got to the hotel, I helped them get settled into their suite. Mom had the decency not to reserve the honeymoon suite for them, but this suite came pretty close to that.

Well, I didn't really help them get settled in. I didn't even give them a chance to unpack their bags. As soon as we were inside the suite, I told them to drop their bags. They did. I got an arm around each waist and carried them into the nearest bedroom, laying them down upon the bed. Kneeling between them, it didn't take me long to get them completely undressed. It didn't take them long to get me undressed, either.

For once I was glad that my darling husband was away on a business trip. Mmm, despite the years they hadn't forgotten how to please a Supremis woman. They hadn't forgotten how to work as a team, either. The magic from LA was still there.

I let them 'force' me onto my back. They attacked my breasts. I've always liked having my breasts worked over, and these two certainly knew how to do that. I almost thought that they hadn't even touched a girl since that week in LA, they were so eager. I got an arm around each of them, holding them to my breasts, until I was ready.

They remembered our little game. Even though they were working as a team, they were also competing against each other. They knew that I would first take the one that was pleasing me better. This time, it was Mike.

Continuing to hold Rob against my breast, I rolled Mike over onto his back. Still holding Rob against my breast, I straddled and mounted Mike.

When we had both climaxed, I swapped the two of them, laying Rob down and holding Mike against my breast so that he could suckle.

Then I had to help them unpack and get dressed for dinner. Naturally, we ate at the finest restaurant in the hotel. Mike and Rob fell all over themselves trying to pick up the check. "No, guys. You're our guests. It's on my expense account. Or would you rather arm wrestle me for it?"

"Oh, no," Mike replied. "We've tried that before." We all laughed at the memory. I had just sat there with both of them pushing against one arm. After about a minute I had slowly and steadily pushed their four arms down.

We ended up by charging it to the room. We were paying for the room, anyway.

After dinner, we resumed right where he had left off. But not too strenuously, nor for too long. After all, they had their interviews coming up in the morning. I let them get enough sleep so that they wouldn't be complete zombies in the morning.

After breakfast I drove them to the office for their interviews with Karen. On the way, I told them that I had gotten married. They seemed a little taken aback by that, but I reassured them that my husband wasn't the jealous type. At least not too jealous. I told them that he knew that I was more woman than one man could handle, and didn't mind my spreading it around. At least not too much.

The guys seemed quite taken with Karen, as well. I was sure that they had expected somebody much older, after all, Karen was even younger than I was. I saw the looks in their eyes. On all three of them. Oh Karen, if I wasn't already married, you'd really have a fight on your hands! Even as it is, I'm not going to let you have them too easily.

Leaving the three to discuss electronics, I went to find Mom. I found her working behind her desk in her office.

Joan had come in early to get started on the paperwork for the day. By the Stars, how she hated having to do the paperwork!

As she heard her door open, she looked up to see her blonde daughter coming in. She put down her pen and picked up her coffee mug. She noticed that Julie was wearing the same blue dress that she had on yesterday when she had gone to the airport. Apparently she hadn't gone home last night. She had a pretty fair idea where Julie had spent the night. She hadn't called last night, so she must have met the two candidates. "So Julie, I take it that you found them? And how were they?"

She was startled as Julie stalked up to her desk, a look of pure anger on her face. By the Stars! What had happened? What had gone wrong? Why was Julie angry? She could only remember one time when she had seen her daughter look that angry. With an ominous sense of foreboding she recalled that it had involved the same two guys the other time as well. Her smile changed to a look of worry, though she tried hard not to show the fear that she felt.

"Why, you devious, conniving… You, you Arion!" No! What had happened? Was Julie taking the battle against the Arions to her now? No! By the Stars, her little one wouldn't do that!

She knew that the two guys weren't married, not even currently attached. Had they turned gay or something? There had been nothing in the information that she had found to indicate anything like that. Stars! What had happened?

She saw that Julie hadn't stopped when she reached the large oaken desk. She was floating up over it, her knees bent, one of her hands reaching out for her. Joan just had enough time to put her coffee mug down before she felt Julie's hand closing about her neck.

She then felt herself being lifted out of her chair. She knew that there was no point in struggling, nothing short of an Arion Prime could put up any resistance that would even slow Julie down. What was Julie doing? What had happened? What had happened to cause her little one to behave like this? By the Stars, what had happened?

She felt her face being drawn towards Julie's. Then she felt her lips being pressed against Julie's in a crushing, almost painful, kiss. Stars! Julie certainly knew how to kiss. Just like her real mother. Oh, so much like her real mother.

Joan felt Julie's other hand caressing a breast, as her own hands went to squeeze Julie's large firm breasts.

"So, I take it that they were fine?" she asked when Julie finally let her go and set her back down on her chair, smiles on both faces.

"Mom! How did you find them? And how did you know that they were available?"

"For you or for Karen?" Joan winked.

"For both of us," Julie laughed. "Though I might have to insist that Karen not work them overtime."

"Oh, I have my ways. I was kinda keeping tabs on them, and knew that they were studying electronics. But then you found George again and I sorta lost track of them for a while. But when Karen kept wanting a couple of engineers, I remembered about them. I looked them up, and well, here they are."

Yes, here they were. Mom was a great judge of personnel. Karen found Mike and Rob qualified and suitable for their positions. That was even without having gotten them into, well, certain positions in bed. Positions that I knew that they were also qualified and suitable for.

As I drove them back to the hotel I also warned the guys a little about Karen. I told them that if they took the positions, then they might have their hands full with her and not have any time left over for me. Then after dinner I reminded them that they weren't working for Karen just yet. Well, they weren't working for me, either, but that night I did put them to work for me anyway.

I just might have to fight Karen for these two. Hmm, would George let me keep these two guys as my primary concubines?

Linda no longer thought of the three Supremis women as aliens. They were her friends, very special friends. Friends with some very special abilities. When they wanted to be, they were just as human as any other people she knew were. But when one of them wanted to show off a little, she showed off. Wow, did she!

It was one thing to know that Karen was more than two hundred times stronger than any man at the labs was. Linda could measure that with the special equipment they had. She knew that Julie was more than an order of magnitude stronger than even that.

But the dry lab measurements did not have the impact that an actual demonstration had. These superwomen enjoyed showing off. When a sudden snowstorm caught everybody off guard and made a total mess of the parking lot, Joan and Karen had been phenomenal. They had pushed cars out of the snow as if they were simply pushing carts down a supermarket aisle. Karen had actually picked up a car that had slid across the parking lot and into a snowdrift, and carried it more than twenty yards, across the parking lot and the separator, putting it back down onto the road.

And they had done it while wearing nothing more than tee shirts and jeans against the blowing snow. Afterwards Joan had confided in her that she would have preferred to do it in just her workout bikini, to give her limbs more freedom of movement and to give her muscles more expansion room. But the drivers were having a hard enough time driving, without the added distraction of seeing two almost completely naked Arions in the snow.

Linda had been a bit disappointed that Julie had been away that day. She wondered how Julie would have handled the situation. Perhaps a car in each hand as she flew them out of the parking lot?

She had heard from the men who knew them the best that the superwomen were even better when they were showing off in private. Both Steve and George, Joan's and Julie's husbands, respectively, were willing to talk about their wives' private showing off. At least after their wives had told them that it was okay to tell her about it.

Mark had needed no encouragement from anybody to talk about Julie and Karen showing off for him. He had been sort of Karen's unofficial boyfriend for the first year that Karen had been with them, even though he was nearly twice her age. Before that, and even now, Mark worked quite a bit with Julie and had gotten to know her quite well. Quite well, indeed.

Though now Karen and Mark were no longer an item. The age difference was something that even Karen's muscles could not overcome. Linda entertained some hopes for the big good-looking field agent. But how could she hope to compete with Julie and Karen? How could she hope to compete with even just the memory of Julie and Karen?

One afternoon, Linda approached me and told me that she wanted to talk with me. I thought that she wanted to talk about her work, perhaps to ask some questions of our only Velorian. I was quite surprised when she started lamenting the lack of a love life.

"Julie, do you think that there's something wrong with me?"

"Wrong? No, of course not, Linda. I think that you're doing a wonderful job here. What makes you think that there's anything wrong with you?"

"No, I don't mean with my work. Something wrong about ME. Well, I don't think that there's anything wrong with me, either. But I'm having trouble catching the attention of a man. Being a Velorian, I suppose that you've never had that problem yourself."

"Only at the very beginning. I practically had to force George to go out with me. Do you have any one particular in mind?"

She didn't blush much. "Well, there's Mark."

"I thought so," I winked at her. "I've seen you making eyes at him. And I've seen him making eyes at you, when you weren't looking."

"I've done just about everything but throw myself at him. Oh, we've gone out a few times for dinner after work, and it's been fun. But sometimes I wish that he would just sweep me off of my feet."

"Well, Mark's not that type of man. He doesn't want a woman who would throw herself at him."

"Yeah, I've gathered that, from watching some of the other women going after him, and watching his reactions to them. I think that that's another reason why I want him."

"Yeah, that hunk does draw a lot of women to him. But I think that he'd rather have the woman sweep him off of his feet."

"Like Karen used to, huh? And you, too." Now it was her turn to wink at me.

"Something like that." I tried not to blush too much.

"Oh, but how can I do something like that? Sure, it's easy enough for Karen and for you. You could sweep off an entire busload with one hand."

"Well, that's one of the things Mark loves about us. He loves to worship female strength. And you know that there is something I can do that might help you with that," I smiled at her. After all, she's our chief exobiologist. She knows more about the enhancement process than any Terran. Even more than anybody who's actually undergone the process. She just didn't have the first-hand experience.

"You mean the...? No, Julie, I can't ask you to do that for me."

"Why not, Linda? It's something that you need to study, isn't it? It's about time that you saw the actual enhancement process, not just the end results. And can you think of a better subject for the, uh, experiment?"

"So I'd be like Nancy? I know that her husband couldn't be happier with her."

"Ted's like Mark in a lot of ways. They worked a lot together, and with Mom, before I came on the scene. I've spoken with Mom about it. Mark's told her that he wouldn't mind having an enhanced woman of his own, since he can't have her or me, and Karen's too young for him. Of course, you'll have to show him that an enhanced woman has a man for herself, and not the other way around."

"But what if he has his eyes on someone else?"

"He didn't mention you by name, but I think that it's pretty obvious that he only has eyes for you. He hasn't shown any real interest in anyone else." I remembered that Mark was off on a case for the week. "Tell you what. Mark won't be back until later this week. Let's give him a surprise when he gets back."

We continued the discussion over dinner at our house. George gave her his own impressions of living with a woman who was much stronger than he was. He loved it, of course, and told Linda as much.

"Of course, Jule is one-of-a-kind. But like many men, I've often fantasized about being with an incredibly strong woman. Now, I don't have to fantasize any more. Jule's so much more than anything I've ever dreamed about."

"Anything? AnyTHING? Oh George, I thought I meant more to you than merely a THING."

"Um, of course you do, Jule. You're so much more than any person I've ever dreamed about."

"That's better, my darling husband."

"The point is, Mark's told me several times how lucky I am to have Jule. Not that I didn't already know that. He regrets not trying harder to win her for himself, when he had the chance."

"You see, Linda. That's the type of man Mark is. He knows that I'm already taken, but he still wants somebody like me. Or somebody like who you could become."

"But after you and Karen, do you think that he'd settle for having me?"

"George, from your male viewpoint, would you consider an enhanced Linda as somebody he'd be 'settling' for?"

"No way! Linda, you would be quite a prize for any man. And enhanced, you'd make somebody very happy. Mark definitely wouldn't be 'settling' for you. You're not some consolation prize. You're not bad, for an older woman," he grinned at her as she blushed.

We decided to start the process the next day, as soon as Linda could get things for the 'experiment' ready. She wanted to run all kinds of tests and measurements on herself first, including DNA analysis, before undergoing the enhancement, so that she would have before-and-after data.

"George, I'll be spending the next couple of days either at the lab or over at Linda's apartment. Will you be okay by yourself, or should I ask Karen to drop by and take care of you while I'm gone? That's if she won't mind being with an older man."

"Ouch! Oh, so I have to 'settle' for Karen, huh?" he laughed. "Sure, you can have her look in on me, if she's willing to 'settle' for me, the old man that I am." We all laughed at that. We all knew what Karen thought of my Velorian-enhanced husband. George definitely wasn't a consolation prize for any woman, even a Supremis woman.

While she was getting her equipment ready and giving herself a complete physical, I moved one of the beds from the sleeping rooms into a spare room in the biology labs. Linda wanted to be near her monitoring equipment the whole time, and this was easier than moving the equipment from the lab to her apartment.

I also spoke with Karen and asked her if she would mind dropping by and looking in on George. As I had expected, she was more than happy to do it, "great fun" as she put it. She really liked my darling husband's near-Prime attributes.

That evening Linda and I went up to Boulder for dinner. We knew that she was going to need plenty of energy for the next couple of days.

Even though Linda knew that it usually took a day or two, she had hoped to feel at least some of the difference. In the morning she was slightly disappointed. Not that she was disappointed with what she and Julie had done the previous night. In fact, they had done it for most of the night. She had known that the more intense Julie's orgasms were, the more effective the enhancement. She had done her best; doing things that only another woman knew how to do to a woman. And Julie was quite a woman; she certainly knew how to encourage Linda to do her best.

Well, there was nothing she could do about it. She still had her job to do. But she found it hard to concentrate on it. Fortunately Julie dropped by often to talk.

There seemed to be no effect the first day. That didn't surprise either of us, though I could tell that Linda was a little disappointed. It must have been sort of like waking up the morning before Christmas, knowing that the gifts were there under the tree, but not being able to open them yet.

After measuring her strength and other attributes, to see no change, we both went about our jobs that day, though I tried to stay with her as much as possible to watch for the changes. I also coached her on how to handle her new strength, when it finally showed up.

That night we repeated the 'experiment', even though we both knew that it wouldn't make any difference. Whatever effect there would be was determined by the first night. Still, it was fun, and we both enjoyed it.

The next morning, I definitely felt the difference in her morning hug. When I told her so, she could hardly wait to measure herself. But she did wait, long enough for some more lovemaking.

When we did measure her, the results surprised both of us. The few weights I had moved in from the gym were not enough to fully test her new strength. We had to go to the gym. At this time of the morning there were no other people there.

Just to be on the safe side, I put up the 'Closed' sign. Word spreads quickly when one or more of us Supremis women are working out in the gym, and a crowd quickly gathers to watch the performance. And I didn't want Linda 'performing' before an audience. Not until she got used to her new body.

I started her off easy, with the lighter weights. She had little trouble with those. I moved her up. She had little trouble with those; even the heaviest weights that the male field operatives like Mark used.

I then moved her up to the really heavy weights. The ones that were usually reserved for the Supremis women. She was actually able to use some of the 'lighter' weights that Mom and Karen used. The 'lighter' weights that a dozen men couldn't move. The heavier ones, the ones that I sometimes used, were too much for her though. But then, the heaviest ones were too much for Mom and Karen, too.

We had been hoping for a five-fold increase in her strength, up to about Beta norms. That was what had happened with Nancy. Admittedly, one is not a very valid statistical sample.

Linda was astounded at the results. So was I. "Twenty? I'm over twenty times stronger than I used to be?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I winked at her. "I was trying for five."

"Trying for five? Sorry? Why, you! If you weren't so damn invulnerable I'd use my new muscles and hit you!" She broke up laughing. I quickly joined her.

After we had regained our composure, she continued, "But you and Joan told me that five was about the top end of the scale for a Terran woman. Even an Arion like Joan was only enhanced ten times by your mother."

"It's an inexact science. So much depends on the individual genetic characteristics of both the enhancer and the enhancee. After all, I shouldn't have been able to enhance Mom at all after my mother did it. But I doubled her strength. And my own strength is beyond the Velorian norms, almost up to Protector levels."

"So, do I have real good genetics? Do I have some Supremis genes in me? Or is all due to your genetics?"

"Well, all Supremis genes are derived from Terran genes. But you apparently have some particularly good combinations in there. After all, I didn't enhance Nancy anywhere near what I did for you. It's either that or I'm getting better at it with practice."

Linda couldn't believe it. These weights felt so light. The heavy weights that men like Mark struggled with. Why, even Joan's husband Steve, the former professional football player, had to work to lift these weights. Yet now they felt like toys to her.

She had always wanted to be strong, but this went beyond her wildest expectations. She knew that she wasn't going to receive all of Julie's Velorian abilities, or even the lesser Arion Prime abilities that Karen was manifesting. But this was still incredible!

Just last month, Nancy and her husband, both agents, had flown up from Texas to meet with the agency. Linda had taken the opportunity to examine Nancy, the only Terran female to have been enhanced by a Supremis. She had been hoping for about a five-fold increase, like Nancy had received from Julie. But she had been prepared to receive less; Julie and Joan had told her that five was towards the top-end of the scale for a Velorian enhancing a Terran.

She found that she could even lift the special heavy weights that Joan and Karen used for their workouts. Well, at least the lighter of those. The heavier ones were still beyond her strength. Only Joan and Karen could lift those. And Julie, of course.

She remembered some of the impromptu 'show-off' sessions in this gym. The office grapevine was particularly efficient at spreading the word when one or more of these superwomen were working out; it usually didn't take long for a crowd to gather and watch. Joan and Karen would lift with one hand the heaviest weights the men used. Sometimes they would toss the weights back and forth between them.

Then they would move on to the heavy stuff. Joan would invite a dozen men to try to lift one of the weights. Then, after they failed, she would lift it up over her head with one hand. Linda enjoyed listening to the new people gasp in amazement while the older hands all applauded. She also enjoyed watching the muscles ripple on their bodies as they exerted themselves fully. Those muscles would make any bodybuilder, male or female, want to crawl off into a hole and hide.

Linda was one of the few privileged people to be invited to observe the private 'super show-off' sessions. After Joan and Karen were done, Julie would take their heaviest weights, one in each hand, and lift them up over her head. She would then walk, or sometimes fly around the gym carrying the weights.

Julie's Velorian muscles wouldn't flex as big as the others' Arion muscles. She could carry several tons around, and it wouldn't look like she was carrying anything at all.

After her own private 'show-off' session, Linda and Julie headed back to the labs for more tests and measurements, to get the 'after' results. She then spent the rest of the morning analyzing the data.

Julie dropped by and suggested a jog before lunch. "Oh no, Julie. I've gone with Joan and Karen when they went jogging. Once. It was all I could do to keep up with them, and I was on my bicycle. They had to hold back to let me keep up with them. There's no way that I can keep up with you."

"That was just the thin air of the mile high altitude. You're used to it now. And I'll go slow. Besides, that was the 'old' Linda. I still want to see just what the 'new' Linda can do."

"Will you promise to fly me back if you tire me out too much?" She had flown with Julie only once, and it had been quite an experience.

Apparently Julie remembered. "Okay, I promise to fly us back, if you're too tired. But I don't think that you will be."

They changed and headed out, jogging alongside the highway until they got to the trailhead. It was still a rather cool spring day, so there were few other joggers and runners. She knew that she should be cold, but her new body did not complain.

She was actually glad to be able to get outside for a jog. The Colorado Front Range winter was definitely different from the Houston winter. With all of the recent snow, she hadn't been able to get out and jog as much as she had wanted to.

Once they had gotten past the others, Julie picked up the pace a little. Linda found that she could keep pace without any trouble. Then Julie invited her to set the pace. Linda set out, pushing herself to explore her new limits, as Julie matched her step for step. Julie, of course, had no trouble keeping up with her. No, this superwoman who could keep up with a speeding bullet without fully exerting herself wasn't having any trouble keeping up with a mere jogger.

Linda was surprised when they crested a low rise and saw the parking lot at the other end of the trail. In confusion, she stopped and looked around. Had she taken a wrong turn somewhere? In the exhilaration and sheer joy of the run she hadn't been watching where she was going very closely.

Julie stopped with her. "What's the matter, Linda?"

"I think that I missed a turn somewhere back there. I don't know where we are."

"Yes you do. We've simply reached the end of the trail."

"The end of the trail? But that's over fifteen miles from where we started."

"Yeah. And you covered it in under forty-five minutes."

It didn't take her long to do the arithmetic in her head. "B-b-but that's twenty miles per hour. Three minutes per mile."

"Congratulations! You've just shattered the world record for the mile. Fifteen times. Mostly uphill. By the time that we get back, you'll have shattered the world record for the marathon. That's if you think that you can make it back."

"Sure. I don't even feel tired yet." She wasn't even breathing that hard.

"I didn't think that you would. Go ahead and set the pace again."

After our little jog I spent much of the afternoon with Linda. Her strength was about where mine had been when I had first started manifesting. I worked with her on controlling her new strength so that she wouldn't break everything in the lab. We also continued to measure and test her.

Her physical strength and stamina weren't the only effects of the enhancement. She had grown about half an inch in height. Her waist had narrowed and her butt had tightened, with most of the mass seeming to have moved up to her breasts. Those breasts were much fuller and rounder than they had been before. Though not as firm as mine, they could now just about stand up on their own. Not that they had been that bad to start with. At least for a Terran woman of her age.

I didn't know whether that was a normal result of the enhancement. Nancy apparently hadn't changed her shape that drastically, but then we hadn't measured her before and after. And neither Mom nor I had bothered to measure our husbands before enhancing them.

She also had a higher tolerance for temperature extremes. She had not felt the least uncomfortable at all during our jog, even though the outside temperature was pretty low. It had snowed only a week ago, and there was still some snow on the ground. Yet in tee shirt and shorts she had felt no discomfort.

We celebrated by going into Denver for a real dinner, instead of the take-out we've been eating lately, and a night out on the town.

We spent the night in the labs again. This time, I worked with her on the things that Mark liked. It was a bit difficult, since neither of us had quite the equipment that Mark had. We also kept distracting each other with the equipment that we did have.

Well, today was the big day. Mark was due back from his case around noon. Much of the afternoon would be taken up with the debriefing with Joan and Steve. After that, it was his habit to work out a little in the gym before going home.

Linda was thinking about the surprise she had for him. She was also thinking about all of the changes she had undergone in the last few days. "I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe," she thought to herself. "None of my old dresses are gonna fit me properly any more. Not the new me." Of course, the thought of buying a whole new wardrobe was not a very unpleasant thought for her. No, most women wouldn't mind having to do that. Especially since Julie had agreed with her that the agency should share some of the cost, after all, it was work-related.

Though this time, she might have to take a man with her when she went shopping, to get his opinions. And she knew exactly who that man was going to be. Not that she was going to be bound by his decisions. Oh, no. The new wardrobe would be for her, but she might as well get some things that he liked.

Just then, Julie popped into her lab. "Linda, why don't we go find Mark. He should be done with the debriefing by now."

Julie led her straight to the gym. As luck would have it, the only person in there was Mark. No, Linda reflected, where Julie's involved luck usually isn't. She had probably used those amazing sparkling blue eyes of hers to look through the walls to find him and then simply waited until Mark was alone.

"Hello, Mark!"

Mark looked around to see the two women enter the gym. He replaced the weight on the rack at the head of the bench. "Hello, Julie. Hello, Linda."

Julie kicked off her shoes and stripped off her work clothes, revealing a blue and red bikini, with a big yellow 'S' on the chest. He'd seen her in it a few times before, as she worked out. She went over to the free weights and started picking them up and racking them. He followed her with his eyes, as Julie did things the easy way.

The easy way? Hah! Yeah, right! Julie's idea of the easy way was simply to pick up the rack with one hand and carry it around the room, picking up the stray weights with her other hand and putting them back on the rack. The muscles on her arms and legs were barely flexed as she carried the rack, with several tons of free weights, around the gym.

Linda walked over to stand next to Mark, as he lay on his back on the bench, watching Julie. "Are you done? Can I borrow this?" With that she picked up the weight and began doing biceps curls. She smiled down at him as his jaw dropped. He knew in general terms what had happened, he had heard about it often enough. One of his colleagues had a bride who had been enhanced by Julie. Both he and Ted together had been unable to defeat Nancy at arm wrestling. Could Julie have done this for him?

"No, don't be silly, you male egotist," he told himself. Julie did this for Linda. But he might get some fringe benefits from Julie's gift to Linda. At least, he hoped so.

She then replaced the weight on the rack and taking her shirt off to reveal her thong outfit, posed for him, as he ran his hands over her body, exploring her new muscles. Okay, so they weren't as big as Karen's were. They weren't quite as big as Julie's were, either. But still, they were quite impressive, a lot bigger than what they used to be. He was certainly impressed with them.

With a start, she pushed him away with one hand, pinning him back down to the bench as she sheepishly looked around the gym. They could see no one else. The two of them were completely alone in the gym; there was no sign of Julie.

He sensed her thoughts. "Julie can move pretty quickly and quietly when she wants to."

"Yeah, I suppose not having to breathe can be an advantage. And not having to walk at all certainly helps." She relaxed her arm and let him continue his explorations.

She then pulled him to her, her arms holding him tightly against her. As a test, he tried pushing himself away from her. As hard as he tried, he could not seem to make any difference in her embrace. She smiled up at him before she pulled his face down to hers, crushing his lips against hers.

"Let's get freshened up first," she said when she finally let him up for air. She then stooped down and got an arm around his legs. Straightening up, she started to carry him towards one of the showers.

Mark gasped when he realized where she was going. "Hey, that's the ladies' shower."

"Of course," she answered, smiling down at him. "Which shower did you expect me to use?"

"B-but I can't go in there."

"Oh fiddlesticks! There's no one else here. Are you afraid of getting attacked by other women? I'll be with you to protect you from the other women."

"Who's going to protect me from you?" he asked, smiling up at her.

"We'll have to see about that, won't we? Or are you afraid of me?"

"After Julie and Karen? No, I'm not afraid of you. I love you!"

"Pah! You say you love me but you're already talking about your old girlfriends. Maybe I will have to work on making you afraid of me."

He knew that she could do whatever she wanted to do to him, and that there was nothing he could do about it. "What can I do about it, to stop a superwoman like you?"

"You could say 'No'. I don't want to do anything against your will."

"I won't say 'No', Linda. I love you."

It didn't take her long to remove his clothes, all he was wearing was his trunks. It also didn't take him long to remove her clothes, just a tee shirt and a pair of shorts.

But she didn't let them freshen up first. As soon as he stepped into the shower she was all over him. She pinned him against the tile wall as she kissed and licked his chest. There was nothing he could do to prevent her mouth and hands from going where she wanted them to go. Not that he disliked what they were doing to him. Not in the least.

Nor did he mind when she forced him down onto the floor and mounted him, taking him right there in the shower stall. He no longer cared whether Julie had done this for Linda or for him. No, not in the least. Linda was enjoying her gift, and so was he. He most certainly was enjoying it.

Mmm yes, this was just as good as Linda had hoped for. Even better. To have a big strong good-looking man like Mark helpless in her arms. And to have him responding to her in this way. Responding in the right way.

Just as Julie had told her, Mark loved having the woman in charge. She thought that she might have been a little too aggressive, taking him right there on the shower floor. But she couldn't wait to get back to a more appropriate locale. And he didn't seem to mind; he was grinning and his eyes were twinkling as she helped him back up to his feet.

Mark continued his exploration of her new body as they showered, and then dried each other off. She also let herself explore his body.

"So, at the risk of sounding corny," he smiled at her as they were dressing, "your place or mine?"

"How about neither?" she replied. She saw the look of disappointment in his face, though he tried to hide it. "I have someplace else in mind." With that she lifted him up in her arms and started to carry him towards the door. She was pleasantly surprised to feel just how light he felt in her arms. She felt as if she could walk all the way home while carrying him.

Walking through the deserted hallways, she came to the biology section, her section of the building. She went through the labs into the temporary sleeping quarters where she and Julie had spent most of the last few days.

She laid him down upon the bed. Umm, Julie had been right. Using her strength like this did get her aroused. Well, she thought, Mark should be no stranger to that effect. But just to make sure, she made sure that she had the most athletic and enthusiastic sex she had ever had. At least with a man, the enhancement process with Julie wasn't quite the same thing. After all, that was a part of her research work, wasn't it? This certainly was not a part of her research work.

Mark was getting used to having the woman in complete charge of the situation in bed. Julie and Karen had seen to that. Oh, had they ever! They liked it when he struggled, trying to resist one of them, even though they all had known that he had stood absolutely no chance against either one of them.

Now, he knew that he stood no chance against this beautiful exobiologist. She was going to do whatever she wanted to do with his body, whether he liked it or not. And he didn't like it. No, he loved it! Her hands and mouth went wherever she wanted them to go. His hands and mouth only went where she allowed them to go. Fortunately, that didn't rule out much of her body. It didn't rule out any of it, in fact.

And Linda's body was different from Julie's and Karen's. It was so much more mature. That's not to imply that she was old, she was a few years younger than himself, after all. But she was a woman, while sometimes it was still hard not to think of Julie, and Karen especially, as girls. In some ways, Linda reminded him of Julie's 'mother', Joan.

Linda's body wasn't as muscular, or as firm, as the others, the real Supremis women, but certainly more so than any other women he had ever experienced. Deep down, he knew that Linda was not anywhere near as strong as Karen and Joan, let alone Julie. But the difference was academic; she was stronger than any other woman he had ever been with was. And so much stronger than he was, he was completely helpless in her arms, he could not do anything to her body that she didn't allow him to do. And she certainly knew how to use that beautiful body. The beautiful body that was currently straddling his. Though some of her moves reminded him of Julie. But surely, Julie must have taught her some things about him.

He reached up to cup her large breasts, breasts that seemed to be larger than they were before. But then, before today he had never actually seen them bare, except in his imagination. He could almost get a hand around each of them. He caressed and fondled them, before he began to squeeze them. They weren't quite as firm as Karen's, but even with all of the strength in his large hands he could only squeeze them a little bit. Looking up, the smile on her face encouraged him to squeeze even harder. All that did was to force a low moan from her lips.

She reached her left hand up to her left breast, covering his right hand. She then began squeezing, adding her strength to his. Her powerful fingers drove his fingers deeper into her womanly mounds, dimpling them much further than he had been able to do by himself.

She then gently slipped her fingers under his. Even though he didn't want to let go of her, he had no choice as she easily pried his hand off of her breast. She then gently but firmly placed his hand on her right breast, to join his other hand. He adjusted his grip, using both hands to surround one breast, and squeezing as hard as he could.

Using both hands he was able to dimple in her soft flesh a little further. He saw that her hand, after letting go of his, was moving to her now vacated left breast. He watched in rapt fascination as her hand began to caress and stroke her own breast. He gasped as he realized that she was casually squeezing her breast as she stroked it, squeezing it much harder with one hand than his two hands were squeezing her other breast.

She smiled down at him and spoke, "I hope that I'm not too much woman for you."

He had to smile at that. "You know that you superwomen are too much for any man to handle. I just hope that I'm man enough for you."

She didn't bother to answer him with words. She bent forward, easily bending his arms out of the way, and covered his mouth with hers. He discovered that even her tongue was much stronger than his own was.

Oh, this was even better than Linda had hoped for. To feel Mark's large muscular body next to hers. To feel him inside of her. To let him use all of his strength, to let him use those large muscles of his body to pleasure her.

Yet she didn't have to use all of her own strength to get him to do what she wanted him to do. She knew that if Mark hadn't been willing, what she was doing could have been called rape. But she was careful to be gentle with him, and to not actually force him to do anything that he didn't want to do.

Still, it felt so good to be able to use her new body, her new strength, to give both of them such pleasures. She had always enjoyed physical sex, she just hadn't had the body for sex as physical as she would have liked. Until now. Now she had a body that could match any man's physically. More than a match. No man, no ordinary Terran man, could now match her new body.