DP7: Once We Survived

by nitpickbrony (ao3)

Chapter 1: Twilight Years

Lenore Fenzl has found herself looking down at her desktop for nearly an hour after the children have all scattered out into the halls to play and run and shout. She has her reading glasses on but nothing in front of her that requires them. She slips them off of her face and tucks them neatly into her front robe pocket.

Returning her hand to her face she runs her gloved fingers along the shiny, porcelain-like mask she wears. Turning to the nearest window she sees her reflection only slightly dulled by the afternoon sun. A nearly featureless white face mask, silver-white wig down to her shoulders, purple boots and an ankle length purple robe.

Lenore Fenzl is 70 years old, a newly unretired teacher. And a Paranormal.

One of millions who, during a cosmic flash called the White Event was endowed with powers for no seeming reason or purpose. Within days her skin turned a light grey and produced a tranquilizing light that transferred energy from its target into her body. She has spent nearly three years locked away from the world beneath heavy clothing to contain this effect. Posterity records her under the name “Twilight”

She sighs, pushing her chair away from her desk. She doesn’t bother to erase the chalkboard, she always gets in before the students regardless.

She walks out into the halls of the Wisconsin Clinic for Paranormal Studies which has been her home for the majority of those same 3 years. Originally taken in as a patient she was one of seven patients here that escaped the Clinic’s original overseer Phillip Voigt and his heinous intentions for their gifts. She and the 6 other Paranormals who had fled on that night eventually becoming famous. The 7 Displaced Paranormals, the DP7.

“Afternoon Lenore!” A deep and friendly voice calls, picking Lenore’s head up out of her internal circling.

“And a wonderful afternoon to you, David.” She says, approaching the gargantuan man before her.

David Landers was stuck by the White Event in its earliest hours. His body packing on 3-or-400 pounds of muscle that left him standing nearly 7 feet tall. A bald head with a massive beard that hung down to his chest gave him the epithet of Mastodon.

“Did you even attempt to stop the children from running in the halls after dismissal?” She said, looking up at David though she knew the answer to the question. David had taken the role of Clinic security, as well as general problem solver and handyman.

“Who me? As far as I’m concerned school rules stop once that bell rings.” He grins. David was originally one of their number who was the most struck by his condition, who most wanted to be free of it but now. Lenore can only idly think that his massive frame was finally enough to contain David’s heart.

“I am sure you were always your teachers’ favorite.” Lenore said with a wry grin evident in her voice even if the expression itself was hidden behind her mask.

“I plead the fifth.” David replies, his heavy hands fitted into the pockets of his massive sleeveless jumpsuit. Like something a mechanic would wear, the arm openings rounded in white fur. “Besides, Steph will swat them down if they get really out of hand.”

“And you with them should YOU get out of hand. Remember that, dear.” Lenore said and David could merely shrug and accept the truth of the statement. Lenore turned and continued her walk down the halls, humming to herself. She did pass the door that lead into David and Stephanie’s “apartment” on the grounds, seeing Stephanie herself welcoming her three children at the door.

Stephanie was a radiant woman in just about every respect. Not only the random fizzling sparks coming from her skin that had given her the Paranormal name Glitter. She had shoulder length hair of a golden blonde that she kept managed with a modest black hairband. She was dressed in a green plaid dress, sensible running shoes and a blue button up vest.

“Lenore. How were they?” Stephanie called to her and Lenore looked over the trio of children, studying their pleading glances. It was clear each one of them had done something during the class day they did not wish her to report...

“Angelic, as their mother of course.” Lenore replied. What the children didn’t know was that whatever misdeeds they had committed in the moment, Lenore rarely if ever took them to memory. Stephanie for her part rolled her eyes with good humor and ushered her children inside.

“Take off your shoes before you go play!” She said in the comforting bark of motherhood direction.

When Lenore had first met Stephanie she had been the “perfect” feminine figure. Thin, graceful, a woman who was at once utterly committed to the man she had married and yet never let herself look a day over 25. Well, that had all gone out the window with her original husband. Now that she and David had married, Stephanie clearly no longer felt the weight of patriarchal expectation. Her rail thin and snatched body had plumped outward in the hips, face and center exuding a warm and comforting glow like THAT had been her superpower all along.

“Honestly I’m simply glad they’ve stopped looking upon me as the Wicked Witch of the West.” Lenore confided into Stephanie who smiled her dimple cheeked smile.

“Oh Lenore, all this time and you still worry?” Stephanie said, reaching out and clutching one of Lenore’s hands in both of her own.

“It is hard not to...given the circumstances...” Lenore said, her eyes drifting down and away from Stephanie’s sight.

“All of us were there too, you know. You may be older, Lenore but you’re not dead yet. You have time to adjust. You’re a beautiful woman, inside and out. Believe it.” Steph said with a firm shake of Lenore’s hand. Lenore couldn’t help but feel lightened even as she walked away with a sigh. Stephanie was right of course, she needed to adjust unless she was planning on dying tomorrow. She took a turn toward the center of the clinic compound with an idea to that adjustment effect.

She was instantly jarred out of it by a hard, glassy CLUNK coming from the window next to her that nearly made her topple to one side, flinching away from the baseball that had impacted the window almost hard enough to break it. Taking only a slightly second to steady her heart rate she moved to the nearest door, standing against the frame and clearing her throat, not that any of the children present needed her to announce herself.

“Mister Cuzinski.” She said, her arms crossed over her chest. All the younger Paranormals raising their voice in siren calls of ‘ooooo’ and ‘you’re in trouble’ to the young man at their head.

Scuzz Cuzinski (Lenore mentally amended herself from using his birth name “Dennis” which the young man did not prefer) was originally the most...unsteady of the Paranormal septet that had fled the clinic that night so many years ago. Only 15 when he and Lenore had first met he was now a man of nearly 20. Where she once had seen a punk, dressed in denim jacket, distressed jeans and a “me against the world” attitude she now saw something...better constructed from those selfsame parts.

Dennis still wore a denim ensemble, his jacket open to reveal a dark red polo with a blue undershirt. Simple and well worn running shoes and silver studded leather bracelets on each arm. Around his neck he had a gold necklace with a cross hanging from it, a white starburst behind the religious symbol.

“Hey Lenore, sorry if we spooked ya!” Scuzz said, rubbing his hand along the back of his head with a sheepish expression, though he was unable to wipe the slightly impish grin off of his face.

“Hmm...boys and girls, has Counselor Cuzinski been leading you all astray yet again?” Lenore said, allowing a similar grin to spread behind her mask.

“Yeah!” “Uh huh!” “Totally!” Each of the children chimed in turn from their positions on the little hand crafted baseball field that took up some of the clinic’s green space.

“Wha- you guys! You weren’t supposed to TELL her! How do you expect to get away with all the bad stuff I told you?!” Scuzz turned around, fists on his hips in a display of exaggerated betrayal. Lenore snickered to herself. She had not been initially eager at the prospect of making Mr. Cuzinski of all people youth outreach counselor at the Clinic, the permeable membrane that communicated from adult administration to the Clinic’s youngest Paranormal patients but...

“If at all possible.” Lenore spoke up and Scuzz turned to her. “We might arrange the diamond so that home plate is facing AWAY from the building’s windows, Mr Cuzinski?” She said, all of the children looking at one another and blushing as they all realized the obviousness of the suggestion.

She tried her best to not see him as a child, the “baby” of their group. She referred to him by his surname, they were equals, certainly in the eyes of the children she wanted to see it that way. Still, she heartened to see him sweat, just a tad.

“Uhhh...yea Ms. Fenzl, we’ll do just that.” He said and Lenore slipped back into the building, sighing and shaking her head. To think that Scuzz, THEIR Scuzz had found religion of all things.

She walked further down the hall whose windows ran parallel to the athletic fields to one side of the clinic, passing another door propped open to allow the breeze to flow through the building on that warm, muggy afternoon.

She paused when she saw a black and brown streak rush past the building across the running track. Her heart thumped an extra beat, she paused at the threshold and softly turned to watch.

Jeffery Walters was given the pseudonym “Blur” for fairly self evident reasons. His Paranormal powers had put his body in a state of constant motion at superhuman velocity. He ate more than ten men even of his physique and even then had the energy to conduct an Olympic marathon on the track day after day.

He dressed, as always, in a sprinter’s clothing. A black, skintight tank top, well worn running shoes and glittering black running shorts that buffeted around his upper thighs as he ran. His dark sequoia skin tone glistening under the golden hour’s warm and comfortable sunlight.

Lenore Fenzl was a woman who had spent her entire life studying Latin, its history, its politics, its literature most of all. Because of that lifelong study, as the Romans had coveted the Greeks and their ideas, she had learned much of Greek ideas and philosophy through that Latin study and one well known drum was now banging at the back of her mind again and again as she watched Jeff run.

Eros.

Lenore had never been married, her experience with men at all could best be called “limited”. Some dates, some missed flirtations back during a youth that was multiple of Jeff’s entire lifetimes ago. She had never truly been drawn to that spark the way so many women of her era had been, enough to evidently throw away education and independence for. Lenore had thought for many decades that the idea of men was simply a lock box that had been closed to her by some accident of birth.

That was until she had lingered around Jeffery Walters for these many months and years. Now she stood, one arm around a book against her stomach like a schoolgirl as she watched the athletic man race in split second circles around the track. Every pass she focused on something new, like a camera flash given a glimpse of his broad, handsome features. His churning, peaking biceps. Thighs that seemed like they could crush a cinder block between them. Her eyes creeping back up the shape of his shorts to imagine, for the first time in a lifetime, the shape of his-

“Hey, Lenore! You waiting to use the track!” Jeff said, suddenly standing off to one side of the running space, a towel tossed over his shoulder.

Lenore’s heart, already increasing in its thumping rhythm now constricted somewhere in her chest like she had suddenly been jerked by a hard right turn in a speeding car with no seat belt. She sputtered softly to herself, forcing her eyes up toward Jeff’s friendly gaze.

Because the tranquilizing light that was her Paranormal ability transferred energy from its target into her body she was often possessed of a certain hyperactivity that she needed to work out. Running on the outdoor track had...never been one of her preferred activities though. She crossed both of her arms over her chest, squeezing tightly as if she wished to disappear behind her own grip.

“Um, no, Jeffery that’s quite alright. It would be rather comical to see an old maid like me going in circles in a face mask and heavy robe, wouldn’t it?” She said, finding it hard to meet Jeff’s gaze which made the younger man knit his eyebrows in concern. In a heartbeat or two he was directly in front of her, always able to move much faster than even his closest friends could be prepared for.

“You don’t do it to show off, you do it to keep yourself healthy. Lady like you’s already in great shape for your age but that’s no reason to slack!” He said with a laugh that spread his lips and revealed his gleaming smile.

Lenore felt herself burning with blush so bright she thought it might burn through the cheeks of her mask.

“Wh-we-w-...*ahem*...A woman of my age has to accept that some activities are beyond her.” She said, feeling like a pit was about to swallow her whole. Or that she wished it would.

“I didn’t see any of that humility when you were helping us toss around Secret Service agents like tenpins on the White House lawn not too long ago.” Jeff said, giving her a playful slug on the arm like a partner on a baseball team. “If you hadn’t been spry enough to put the whammy on them, all of us would have been in a real sorry state. Besides the fact we’d prefer to keep you around for a good long while yet.” He said, leaning against the door frame with one arm held up against it.

“Y-you do...?” Lenore said, her eyes hypnotized by the glistening of sweat along his underarm, his shoulder, his neck.

“Of course! This little group of ours has stuck together this long, plus where would all the kids be without you?” He said, the actual intention of what he meant again shaking Lenore from her stupor. He leaned in, whispering with a grin, sharing a playground secret. “I mean we all know Dave and Steph are big softies but I bet you’d break poor Scuzz’ heart too!” He said, pulling back to laugh, lightly slapping Lenore on the shoulder.

Jeff walked past her into the hall, Lenore unable to keep her eyes from drifting down the deep canyons of his well tightened back muscles. Down the dimples at the small of his back and-

“Hey Lenore you still coming over to my place tonight?” Jeff said and it was like an eighteen wheeler screamed past Lenore’s ear to once against shake her from her stupor.

“Huh?-Wh-why would I-” She said and then cleared her throat, blinking hard a few times. “Right. For your sleep. Of course.” She said with a nod. Jeffery’s constant motion meant that he couldn’t naturally get himself to sleep and because of his heightened metabolism he would burn through a month’s worth of sleeping pills in a week. The only thing that seems consistently to work on him was Lenore’s tranquilizing light and so it had become a casual ritual for her to stop by his room at night and send him drifting off. “Same time as always.” She said, again not meeting Jeff’s gaze.

“You sure you’re alright?” Jeff said, turning to face her rather than continuing to walk away. Real concern written on his face.

“Of course, of course I’ve just been...” She sighed. “my mind has been wandering lately, I’m having difficulty keeping myself on topic.” She said, forcing herself to look into his eyes and quickly pushing a strand of silver hair back behind her ear.

“I can imagine. Those kids must be running you ragged as the only teacher in the building. I keep telling Randy that if we’re gonna have kids on site then we need to give you a break. You should head down there, see what he says.” Jeff said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

“I...will do just that.” She said with a nod and Jeff finally zipped down the hallway.

She took a turn away from the hallways that encircled the outer edge of the clinic, instead walking deeper into the building past the reception desk and the common areas where the clinic’s patients spent most of their free time. Tucked into a secure and quiet corner of the clinic’s center was the medical facilities and offices for administration, both of which might contain her quarry.

“Excuse me, Charly.” Lenore said, walking up to the reception desk where Charly Beck sat.

Charly was an energetic presence, dressed in a fashionable black tank top, leggings and a windbreaker jacket she was never without her well worn dancing shoes. Dancing was the young lady’s passion, and whenever the mood struck her she took off on some tour or other with some troop or other. It was only during the scant slow weeks that she was free that she spent time at the Clinic among her fellow Paranormals. And of course to spend time with the Clinic’s medical director who had long since caught her young eye. She looked up at Lenore, her curly black hair pushed aside to reveal dimpled mocha features inset with bright, kind eyes.

“What’s up, Lenore?” She said. Charly was another of the 7, her name going down in history as “Friction” due to her ability either to entirely cancel it sending any object or person sliding or to increase it, functionally gluing objects together.

“Have you seen your beau about?” Lenore said, looking side to side.

“Randy’s back in the medical wing last I saw him. Sometimes he sneaks into the medicine closet just to hear himself think. But if you seen one his hangers on, you’ll be close.” Charly said, pointing with the pen in her hand. “And if you DO catch him hiding back there, tell him I’ve been stalling the State Inspection Board for 45 minutes!” She shouted after Lenore as the older woman walked away.

Lenore couldn’t help but chuckle. The two young people had obviously been infatuated with one another since the moment they laid eyes on each other and yet life had endeavored to so harshly keep them apart.

Lenore allowed that line of thinking to drop as she saw one of Randy’s “little helpers”. A black figure, dotted with stars like a humanoid hole into the view of an entire galaxy with stark grey eyes and their shape mostly matching those of Randy himself. Randy had four of these “Anitbodies” that he could control, thus giving him the moniker Antibody in the wider world. They were speechless, but intelligent, able to fly, pass through walls and control their own intangibility. With only a touch they could transfer sensations and memories into another human body, although they needed to rest inside Randy’s frame every so often to keep from withering away.

Lenore looked up at the passing Antibody as it soared across the ceiling. She coughed into a closed fist to get its attention. The three dimensional shadow paused and looked down on her.

“I know he’s around here someplace. Might as well take me to him.” Lenore said with the same tone she used when she caught a student attempting to cheat on an assignment. The Antibody looked over its shoulder and then back to her sheepishly. It pantomimed an exaggerated shrug and motioned for Lenore to follow.

Like Charly had predicted the Antibody lead Lenore to the medicine closet, a small, dark and locked room that only Randy and precious few others had the keys to.

The Antibody moved to phase through the wall but Lenore held up a hand, making it pause. Lenore held a finger to the blank mouth of her mask and the Antibody’s gray eyes sparkled with mischief.

Lenore knocked softly but sharply against the heavy door and from behind it she heard Randy jump, knocking pill bottles to the ground and rattling shelves before righting himself and throwing open the door.

“Lenore I-” Randy turned through the doorway and spotted the Antibody who had decided not to warn him of Lenore’s coming. “Get back in here, you.” And the Antibody casually glided into Randy’s body, vanishing from sight. “Lenore, nice to see you, what can I do for you?”

Randy O’Brien was a man of common handsomeness, in decent but not extraordinary shape considering the life of adventure that had been thrust upon him. Lenore only saw him in one attire these days, glossy black medical scrubs with a doctor’s lab coat thrown over his shoulders and a stethoscope tucked under his collar. His sandy brown hair was well groomed, even if Lenore still hadn’t gotten used to the fuzzy caterpillar mustache that now covered his top lip.

“I wanted to talk to you about something...unclear, for a woman of my advanced age.” Lenore said, crossing her arms over her stomach in a guarded gesture.

“Are you feeling alright, Lenore? Here, we can talk in my office.” Randy says, leading Lenore across the hall into the broom closet sized room that he had fit a desk and a small computer into. He sat on the desk, ushering Lenore into the chair in front of him.

“Well, a woman of my age, there are some things that don’t come as easily as they once might have.” Lenore said. Choosing to say “might have” because she had had little in the way of experience in what was on her mind in the first place.

“Lenore you’re in better shape than many women half your age. Especially since you’ve been a Paranormal you’re more active than most women period. Are you developing some kind of pain or discomfort?” Randy said, looking down to where a small stack of paperwork lay, rubbing the bridge of his nose and committing to getting to it...later.

“Not...as such...” Lenore said, running one hand up and down her other forearm.

“Any difficulties with memories, brain fog or fatigue?” Randy said, putting more focus on Lenore, his brow furrowing.

“No, the children would have made everyone aware of that, post haste.” She said with a small, nervous chuckle.

“Then what has you concerned?” Randy said, leaning in, his elbows on his knees. “Lenore in this office everything you say is private. You can ask Charly, nothing I say to someone in this context will ever come out of me-” He said, but was cut off.

“Would it be a concern, a-a risk perhaps for a woman at my age to conduct a...relationship, with someone?” Lenore said, unsure whether she was asking for permission...or an out.

Randy blinked hard once or twice, looking away slightly but avoiding any other gesture that might belay discomfort.

“You’re concerned about...sexual activity, Lenore?” Randy said and Lenore felt like her mask was going to melt off her face. Maybe if it did and Randy was tranquilized from the light coming from her bare skin she could convince him later he had dreamt this conversation.

“...yes.” She said with a voice so small that he barely heard it with the way her head was pointed straight down into her lap.

“Like...I said...” Randy said, slowly letting the gears in his mind get back into regular motion. “You’re in stunning shape for a woman your age. You have no outsized risk of heart problems. You’re active. Physically I don’t think you have a thing to worry about.” Randy said and Lenore nodded softly and rose, turning to leave like she was being chased. “Oh, and Lenore?” He said and she paused before opening the door.

“Y-yes, Randy?” She said, the pure gravitational weight of her mortification threatening to crush her.

“As your friend, not your doctor.” Randy stood and walked over to her. Placing a hand on her shoulder so she turned and forced herself to face him. “You are the kindest, wisest and most comforting woman I have ever met. You have, by all accounts, lived your life gently and without a single moment of fuss. The last two years of your life have been a kind of chaos I cannot even imagine, despite the fact that I was THERE living it with you.” He said, smiling softly. “You deserve the world, you deserve more than the world could ever give you. Whoever it is that has caught your eyes is a very, VERY lucky person indeed. You are far from dead yet, Lenore. So go live a little. Doctor’s orders.” He says, letting his hand slip off her shoulder.

“...Thank you, Randy.” She said, pausing as she turned to leave. “Oh, and Charly says she’s through stalling the inspection board for you. Having made her interfere this long, I suggest roses and a Dick Van Dyke movie as compensation.” Lenore said, patting her friend on the chest before fully exiting. The frustrated groan that escaped Randy through the open door made both her and Charly smile as she passed.

Lenore passed the rest of the afternoon in a stupor of worry. She stood in her comfortably fitted apartment and paced. Back and forth, back and forth. She inspected herself in the mirror, running a hand down her side along the fabric of the unflattering robe she used as cover for the tranquilizing light that poured from every inch of her skin. She hadn’t even considered the complications that her powers might introduce into...proceedings. She huffed. That was a lie. The last time she had deeply considered it was during a manic episode brought on by absorbing the energy for a majority of the clinic’s population at once. She had been awake for days, buzzing on the energy and had put thought into action.

Now she stood in front of her closet, her shadow cast upon the result of that action, a phone call, and a couple hundred dollars. She thumped her foot to the floor. She reached into the closet and pulled out its contents.

A little under an hour later she knocked on Jeff’s room door and waited for it to open.

“Good evening Jeffery, have you eaten?”

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Live Long, Love Fast

Lenore had of course known the answer to the question when she had asked it. Due to the nature of his superhuman speed, Jeff was never quite “satisfied” with the amount of food he had eaten and any pretense of fullness would be thrown out the window once food was offered to him again.

Especially when Lenore had made the VERY unfair move of hitching a ride out into the nearby city and picking up as much McDonalds as she felt physically safe in carrying.

“Woman you are speaking my LANGUAGE!” Jeff said, throwing the door open and wrapping his “old friend” in a hug that made Lenore squeak slightly as she felt his heavy black arms press into her back. The buzzing of his chest against hers making her breathing quicken even before he released the embrace all too soon. “Come in, come in, sit. I’ll tidy up a little.” Jeff said, turning on his heels and with two or three blurry zips across the room it was as if it had been deeply cleaned.

“I know it is a tad early...” She said, looking toward the open windows of Jeff’s apartment as she politely closed the door behind her. She also made the small gesture of locking the knob with a subtle motion. The light streaming through the windows was golden in the shades of late afternoon, the sound of trees rustling in the breeze becoming sharper as that cool summer breath was changing into an evening’s nipping bite a little at a time. “But with lack of anything else to do with my day, I figured I might as well see if you preferred the company.” She said as if she hadn’t asked around as quietly as possible to make SURE Jeff had no other obligations that night before even thinking of ordering the food.

Every step of the way she had tried to find a reason to declare her plan impossible, and step after step she was urged along in spite of herself.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed beside her, opening bag after bag in a rush of crinkling paper and helping himself to every possible item inside. Lenore had opted for variety rather than just PURE quantity.

“Feel free to put on a movie or something, I won’t be down for quite a while but you’re right, it’ll be good to chill with company.” He said and Lenore did just that, gracefully rising in her rustling purple robe. She felt the motion underneath that robe, hidden from Jeff by its folds and nearly paused at the reminder of what she was truly wearing. She strode toward the TV and flicked it on, turning the ratcheting knob to channel after channel.

“Ah~” She said, as if her finding the 1945 classic ‘Brief Encounter’ was a happy surprise, and not a discover engineered by skimming over a TV Guide from the lobby that afternoon. “I do prefer classic cinema, if that’s alright.”

“Fine by me. I’d love to slow it down, just this once.” Jeff said with a wink as Lenore went over and slowly lowered the windows and drew the blinds.

“I never considered how warm you must be all the time.” Lenore said, keeping the windows cracked just slightly so the wind outside would continue to flow.

“Motion is energy, energy is heat. At least that’s what Randy says, and he seems like a guy who knows a thing or two.” Jeff said, laying back on the bed and popping the hamburgers and chicken into his mouth like candy pills. Lenore sat on the edge of the bed, facing the television. She’d seen the movie a thousand times, enough to hum daintily along with the background music. “I feel like a pig eating everything with you just sitting there.” Jeff said, Lenore turning her gaze over her shoulder to meet his gaze.

“Who me?” She said with an exaggerated deference.

“Yea, I mean you having to eat alone all the time because your face, even just your lips would put the whammy on somebody.” He said, not knowing that Lenore was indeed eating plenty as her eyes rolled up his form.

His legs were always what captured the most attention for her. His calves were forged out of pure steel cord, even slight twitch of his lower legs showing a vascular definition that made it seem like they’d turn water into steam on contact. His thighs were overpowering tree trunks that seemed to go on and on. His calves were crossed, his back slightly arched as he sat up in bed with pillows behind his head making eight pack abdominals crunch, the lowest rung visible through the slight upward wrinkle of his shirt.

“It’s sometimes a struggle to feel so...shut off from the world.” Lenore says, running a hand up her arm as if feeling a sudden chill. “I kick myself often, not having taken advantage of the world and all its sensations before it was cut off from me, I was a rather conservative woman.” She said, running her foot up her opposite leg.

“Could have fooled me, you never had a single problem with Charly and me.” He said, putting more focus on her now as she opened up.

“No, no, not like that.” Lenore said with a laugh, waving off that particular implication. “Black men never held the terror for me I was told to feel toward them, if the propaganda of my youth was to be believed. No I just mean that I was not as...raucous in my youth as I might have been.” She said, “walking” two of her fingers across the bedspread.

“Ah.” Jeff said with a soft nod. “A bit mousy back in the day, huh? Well if only you’d known back then what you’d slam head first into in your golden years, huh?” Jeff said with a slightly impish smile.

“I think I might have just fainted dead away if I could somehow have believed it but...oh it hasn’t been all bad. The bond we’ve all grown to share is like nothing else I’ve felt...” She said, casually, almost imperceptibly pushing her hips closer toward Jeffery, scooting in. “Which only makes it more the shame that I didn’t seek out...closer bonds, when I had more of a chance.”

“Oh come on now, there’s no way even a girl like you was BORN a school marm. I bet you had the boys climbing the walls back in your day.” Jeff said, having already finished the monstrous pile of food and yet having not slowed down one bit.

“In frustration, perhaps.” Lenore responded. “I had suitors, gentleman callers but by that same token I always preferred the idea of career to any of the men I’ve met. I could only have one or the other.” She said, kicking her feet against the side of the bed.

“It was the turn of the century, or close enough to it. Seems like a them problem, you’ve got plenty a heart big enough for both. I’ve seen it.” Jeff said with a smile. Lenore trembled silently at the look in his eye. For an instant she paused, frozen. This was a terrible idea. She should make up some excuse to leave the room and...and...

Turned away from the television she could hear the music of the film swelling. It was like a physical wave against the small of her back. Pushing her closer, scooting her hips along the blanket, her fingertips dragging along. Closing the distance between them deliberately, an inch at a time so that Jeff could not ignore the motion.

“Do you think so? That I could...try? Even now?” She said, her white-silver wig hair falling down across her shoulders. The movie behind her was tuned out, her shadow cast across Jeff’s body. He sat up a little, holding his torso up on his elbows, making her abdominals crunch like cobbled stone and his biceps peak to utter perfection.

“I think...” He said, stymied for the first time that Lenore could recall. “...I think the woman I’ve seen could have anything she set her mind to.” She reached out, placing her gloved hand against his forearm.

“And what if...there is only thing my mind has been set to for...quite some time?” She said, pulling her legs up onto the bed, pushing her knees underneath herself now fully bent over the object of her affection. She reached up, tucking her fingers underneath the shoulder of her robe and pushing it down. Jeff flinched, expecting the familiar white shine of her tranquilizing light to beam from her bare skin. But bare skin was not what he saw.

Vinyl, of the same deep purple that had become her most comfortable color. She continued, while her bravery held. Her other shoulder bared, her arms pressed against her chest to keep her robe from falling down in full. She pushed up her bust, it was ample, mature, a little more than a handful on each side.

“Would you...say that?” Jeff said, almost in a trance. His hands were pulled back but his eyes were flicking up and down her body without pause.

“I would...” She purred, her hands twirling open the knot that held her robe’s belt taut, pulling the center open, pushing the robe all the way down her back until it folded into a heap behind her. She was in wonderful shape for a woman her age, and the vinyl suit showed off every inch. Her bust curved, the shape flowing down into a warm stomach with a layer of plumpness that showed she wasn’t some snatched waist supermodel. But her waist was indeed where Jeff’s eyes sank. She was all hip, all thigh, both of those curves supporting the backward facing shape of her heavy rear end.

A heartbeat passed between them, her eyes on his, his eyes wide and searching her from head to toe. With each micro-instant that passed she felt her sails waver. There was no backward position, she had played her hand in full.

“J...Jeffery I...” She winced slightly, reaching half back trying to grope for her robe. “Jeffery I apologize I-Ahhhoohh!~” She yelped, straightening her back in surprise as she felt a buzzing vibration sinking into the buttery flesh of her hips, squeezing greedily. She looked down, seeing Jeff’s hands, their constant jittering motion making a slight ripple run along the vinyl and through her flesh in the area directly around his groping, hungry hold. He yanks, she falls forward until her masked cheek is up against his chest. His entire body massaging her warmly as he leans in to her ear and speaks firmly.

“You better apologize. Hiding all this fine under a granny robe, it’s damn shameful.” He spoke with a grin across his cheeks that make Lenore feel like there were fireworks going off under every inch of her skin.

“Wh-b-I...” She whimpered, a squeak in her voice. It felt vulnerable, it felt dangerous. GOD she wanted more.

“No more excuses, maam. Throw one of those legs over me so we can do this right. Since you decided to tease~” He said, holding her against him with his tight grasp on her hips. Lenore placed both her hands on his chest, feeling his pectoral muscles through his thin athletic shirt as he laid down, looking up at her with an almost arrogantly knowing look in his eye as one of her long legs stretched over his lap, hooking her knee against his hips and pulling herself up so she was kneeling across him, straddling his lap.

“Oh...oh goodness.” She swooned and his smile showed a few teeth as he reached out and pulled on one of her shoulders until her cheek was again against his chest, both his hands now reaching back and grabbing hold of her rear, making her heavy seat ripple.

“Goodness is right. Hiding so much ass all this time. Ought to be a law...” He said while slowly, but inexorably pushing her lower body down with the pressing of his hands. There seemed to be even more energy in the shaking of his body now, pushing her forehead against his and with his firmly carved lips holding onto that knowing smile. Like there was something he knew that she didn’t. “We’ll see how inexperienced you are. Have you ever thought about the...special aspects I might bring to the table?” He said and Lenore tilted her head.

“I...you’re very attractive of course but I- AHHHHOOOHHH!!!~” She gasped and squealed as her lap pressed to his and she felt the shape of his member bulging through his shorts right as the pure VIBRATION of his body made contact with her sex, pressing against her clitoris through the tight second skin she was wearing.

Jeff laughed sharply, wrapping his arms around her back and holding her down as her hips began to jerk and buck.

“HA! Lady like you hasn’t had a naughty thought since the vibrator was invented, knew it~” He said, squeezing her hard with both arms to hold her against the deep thrumming buzz of his hips into hers.

“OoooOOOooohhhh~” She whined, almost drunkenly, wriggling her hips so that she could press as close and as firmly up against his lap as humanly possible. She had never even imagined...never even DREAMED... “Oh my g-goodness. Th-this sensation!~” She groaned as Jeff’s hands shot out along her back, grabbing hold of her ass cheeks again.

“Lenore, what did I tell you about moving your ass like that?!” He barked playfully as both of his hands began to firm drum on the cheeks of her rear, sending visible ripples outward from each point of impact.

“Oh I can’t...ah, I can’t help myself!~” Lenore gasped, her knees squeezing against his hips, latching onto him for dear life.

“Mmm, bring your front end down too, trust me~” He growled with a sparkle in his eye and Lenore fully moved her hands out of the way, holding onto his shoulders as she now fully pressed her chest down against him. The vibrations of his body now grinding against her nipples through the thin sheet of purple vinyl.

“Ahhhnnn!~ Oooohhhnn!~” She swooned, her ankles rolling, her body humping, sawing up and down against him without pause, soaking up every inch of the sensation in pure, starving desperation.

“You know, this mask of yours, can’t even give you a kiss~” Jeff said, his nose and lips brushing along her cheek. Lenore only half heard him through the steamy noises coming from her own throat. “Suppose I’ll have to give you the next best thing~” Jeff leaned in, kissing and nipping at her neck, pressing his lips and teeth to the vinyl, letting her feel that animal hold as he pressed her down with possessive hands.

“Jeffery I don’t...I feel like I...oh. my. GOODNESS!!!” She screamed and clamped her eyes shut. It was like a bomb going off in her lap if the blast wave was sent directly through every nerve up her spine, knocking her senses spinning until she could feel the tingling in her fingers and toes.

If she had ever felt an orgasm, it had never felt like THIS. Like he entire body being filled up with steaming water and leaving every pleasured nerve fit to bursting. Her feet dug against the sheets, pushing it up in ripples as she bounced and gasped and ground through every delicious ounce of the sensation until her voice became a low, throaty rumble and she was left with a trembling zap in her fingertips.

“Mmm, my my you HAVE been pent up, pretty lady~” Jeff said, not giving Lenore a moment to respond before she was flipped over onto her back, her head half rolled over the end of the bed. Jeff sat on one of her legs, the old held up high and thrown over her shoulder, forcing Lenore to lay on her side. “I have another one for you right now since I don’t suppose you can-” Jeff said with Lenore raising a hand for pause, pushing some of the white locks from out of her face.

“Actually, Mr Walters.” She purred, letting one of her trembling hands roll down the front of her body until her glove was tucked between her thighs. “I have long since discovered that only my external skin has the paralytic effect I’ve so long worried about. As such~” She teased, using her index finger to flip up the edge of an adhesive strap that she peeled slowly from between her legs like a piece of purple electrical tape, revealing a slip, tightly folded even the shape of her lower lips. “I think, after your...mmm, RAVISHING hospitality, you have more than earned the right to do as you pl-EEEE!~” She failed to get the last word out as Jeff pounced on her permission was abandon.

“There you are again, teasing with all this plump bod!~” Jeff said, shunting his hips forward to press his buzzing bulge against her sex again, if only to cruelly interrupt her train of thought. “But I suppose I am a man who waits for permission, I’m polite like that~” He chuckles and in a moment his running shorts were gone, tossed like so much unimportant garbage to the far wall of the room. His member rigidly smacked across her vinyl lined cunny lips and she almost had to drag her head up to fully look up it as he pulled her closer and bent down to bear his smile over her.

“And umm...” She licked her lips beneath her mask. “What kind of punishment might I receive if I admit to the certain...overdone stereotypes that are racing through my mind right now?” She said and Jeff’s free hand reached out, grabbing hold of her chin so his fingers pressed on the cheeks of her mask and turned her head firmly to look into his eyes.

“My, my, I knew you must have some cobwebs hidden in there, you dirty thing~” He said, rubbing the length of his member along her covered cunny lips in a way that made her tremble more in anticipation than the actual sensation. “I suppose the only punishment I can give you for THAT kind of outdated thought...I to prove it all terribly true~” He said, his arm holding her upturned leg to him, his other hand keeping her eyes turned up in his direction as he reeled his hips back and paused. “But a gentleman has to be responsible you know. I do keep a condom he-” he was cut off by Lenore reaching out and grabbing hold of his shirt with one hand, bunching it with a turn of her wrist and dragging herself up so she could get as close as possible to his face, so he could hear the hiss of her breath as an undertone to her every word.

“You and I both receive regular checkups, don’t we?” She said and Jeff nodded softly.

“Randy is umm...pretty thorough...” Jeff said, Lenore pulling herself in just a mite closer with a bend of her elbow.

“And you’ve got nothing I should be concerned about in any of them?” She said with a quizzical and slightly taunting tilt of her head.

“Clean as a whistle...every time...” Jeff said and against Lenore pulled on his shirt, the sound of the threads popping and snapping a little as she bent herself into a broad C shape so her voice could whisper harshly past his cheek and into his ear.

“Then Mr. Walters. All I have to say on the matter of my OWN medical history...is that any other concerns went away with my menstrual cycle some years ago now. So let’s skip all the very touching concern about sexual responsibility. And you give me what I want by putting that monstrous thing as deep inside of me as you can muster. If that deal is worthwhile to you?~” She said and lowered herself down against, nestled comfortably on her side with one hand under her head to keep herself looking up at him.

“Well...a gentleman also gives the lady what she wants. And if you want this raw...” Jeff purred and with a blurring of his hips he pounded himself half a dozen inches into her aching sex without warning or pause. “Then I suppose you’ll get what you wish for~” He said, though his teasing was drowned out.

“OOOHHHHH GOD IN HEAVEN!~” Lenore swooned until he voice cracked, her hand falling from behind her head and reaching forward, one wrapping around his wrist as she held on for dear life, one tucked under her body and groping her own bust greedily as Jeffery began to pound their hips together with the shuddering force of an industrial pistol at the speed of a running motorcycle engine.

“If heaven is what the lady wants~” Jeff teases, his arm still hold her leg across her body, but reaching down with his other hand until two fingers pressed cruelly against her clitoris through the tight suit.

Lenore’s eyes opened wide, her head rocking back and forth, her ankle curling against Jeff’s shoulder to hold him as close as she could keep him. Not that it slowed down the motion of his hips one little bit. She was beyond words at that point, the only sounds coming from her body beyond the creaking moan on her lips came from the heavy repeated slapping of his hips ramming against her rear end, leaving her seeing stars and feeling them every stronger.

“There we go, miss~ This should take a lot more of the edge off~” Jeff said over her, not that she heard him very well past the thumping of her own heart like an overstretched drum. “Mmm, one more, come on now. I only want to give better than I get. And that’s a tall order right here, don’t you think?” He growled, letting his arm unwrap from her leg. She was hooked onto him so tight it’s not like she was going to fall off now. His freshly freed hand swinging down like an axe to smack against her wobbling ass cheeks, grabbing a sinking handful, the vinyl nearly closing around his fingers.

Lenore thrashed, bucking the air, humping against his hips with a wild electricity in every twitch and indeed she gave him what was desired of her. Her lower lips clenched hard around him and she painted his bare hips with the juices of her steaming satisfaction.

“Feels like permission to me!~” Jeff said, his lips peeling back from his teeth as he jackhammered the last few dozen strokes into Lenore’s body, only finally slowing down as a clench ran down his spine and he emptied himself without a single missing drop into Lenore’s womanhood, painting her insides with the thick seed that her body had inspired.

When he slumped back, gently placing her upward leg onto the bed the constant vibration of his body had reduced to a dull tremble, a sign of growing exhaustion.

“Hnnn...hnnn...” Lenore swooned, her arms haphazardly tossed to either side of her. “You are...I feel...” Lenore whimpered, half beginning to roll herself off the edge.

“Oh no you don’t~” Jeff said, grabbing hold of her shoulders and throwing himself back, pulling her along with him so her chest pressed to his as he laid back on the bed. “I would never let it get around the Jeff Walters has a time like THAT and then lets a shy lady kick herself out of bed~” He said, reaching up and running his thumb along her cheek, wiping away the white hair clinging to her mask. “And I think I know just the way to get us both down for the count~” He said, hooking his finger under Lenore’s mask and flicking it up in a simple motion.

“Jeff I-” Lenore tried to say before his lips were on hers, her bare face shining with a brilliant white light. She could feel the exchange of energy happening as the buzzing of his body slowed, his breath evening out, keeping his gaze locked on hers until his eyelids flickered shut.

Lenore, having absorbed his fading energy had only enough fuel to roll onto her back beside him and thrown her arm across her eyes before winking out like a broken light bulb.