Alicia Masters Finds The Porn

Blind fingers could not read the photographs. The DVDs were not labeled in braille. Yet the toy—Alicia Masters didn't need her eyes to be familiar with that particular shape, which put the other objects in perspective.

Alicia Masters had fled the bedroom as swiftly as she could. Her strawberry-blonde hair was in a short pageboy cut, and she preferred long-sleeved shirts and tight pants less for how they flattered her trim body than how they allowed a maximum ease of movement. Her cheeks burned as she realized what she had stumbled upon in Sue and Reed's bedroom—and burned hotter as curiosity overwhelmed her.

There was not much porn for the blind. Few erotic works were translated into braille, and while there were more erotic audio works available, they were sometimes difficult to access with the special aids needed for Alicia to surf the internet. Porn itself was a bit lost on her, because it was so heavily visual.

She wondered if...perhaps...Sue Storm could help her with that.

It wasn't a request that Alicia would make of just any friend. Yet Sue had been her friend for years, and Alicia felt that particular closeness that can only come from people who knew what it felt like to be puppetted about by magical clay dolls, kidnapped by Skrulls, and forced to wash Ben Grimm's underwear.

So it was that night, after dinner when most of the family had retired, Alicia had casually asked if Sue would like to join her for a glass of wine.

The blind woman had poured carefully, her heartbeat impossibly loud in her ears as she strained her ears to make sure they were alone. Then, after half a glass and some idle chatter, Alicia got to the point.

"I was in your room earlier today," Alicia said apologetically. "You said I could borrow some things when I needed them."

"Of course, Alicia," Sue said magnanimously. "Any time."

"I...accidentally found the bag you laid on the bed," the blind woman admitted.

The heroine grew silent.

"You know I...don't have much experience with pornography. It's such a visual medium. And Ben is...I love him dearly but we...there are physical limitations. He tries so hard, but he can't exactly be gentle, even when I'm on top, and I end up finishing things myself. It's been very difficult lately. I was thinking...hoping...that maybe if there was someone to assist me by...describing the action, I might...oh Sue, please don't think less of me for asking you this, I know it's strange, but you're the only woman I trust!"

The Invisible Woman swallowed. She hadn't known what to expect, and in her heart of hearts she felt a bit of relief that even if Alicia had stumbled across the photos, she had no idea who the subject was. Her secret was safe.

And her friend was hurting.

"Of course, Alicia," Sue Storm said. "What...exactly did you have in mind?"