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paulbel@cox.net — Tue, 18 May 2010 20:42:45 GMT

"OH MY GOD!!!"

"He~y Ladies," Johnny called out to his adoring audience of beautiful women. He winked at the first couple of ladies in the front row, making them swoon. A grin crossed his face as he wrapped his fingers around the pockets of his pull-away pants. With a tug, Johnny ripped his pants off to reveal flame-patterned boxers. His pants were left to the many women before him, who took to exchanging blows for the right to keep their Man's pants.

With his arms firmly clasping his hips, Johnny cocked his head back slightly and smiled. "That's right, ladies~!! I am your Go--"

WHAM!!

Johnny face-planted the floor, waking him up from his wonderful dream. "Awman!" he muffled through the carpeted floor of his room. "I never get to tell them to praise me..."

He mumbled grievances as he stood up, and then he stretched. He yawned, and then rubbed his eyes; it was the usual routine lately. It was wonder he wasn't woken up by an alarm or something. Super villain activity never ceased with the Fantastic Four, even mid-day. "Wait..." Johnny started. He rushed to his clock, and his eyes widened. "Crap! She's going to kill me!"

The hottest man alive swiped some deodorant across his pits and got dressed as fast as he could, and then rushed out of the Baxter Building. He had a lunch date he didn't want to miss.

SOON AFTER

"Johnathan Storm!" shouted a rather sexy looking woman as Johnny came into view. He touched down to the ground and relinquished the fire around his body. "Sorry I'm late, Felicia." He kissed her for a greeting. She grabbed his ass and the back of his head, pulling him in for the long haul. Damn, that was some kiss.

"Just don't do it again, hot stuff."

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO FOOL

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