Dr. Stone Encourages Sue's Interactions With The Watcher

"...so I flipped him off."

Dr. Stone laughed. A deep belly-laugh, raw and unfeigned. Almost infectious. Sue Storm had been so embarrassed to admit what she had done that she had been afraid of censure, but as Dr. Stone worked a finger beneath her glasses to wipe away tears, she felt relief.

Because the psychiatrist was laughing with her, not at her.

"That's fantastic," Dr. Stone said, when she could speak again. "Well done! The voyeur on the moon. Outstanding."

"The Watcher," Sue said. "His name is Uata."

"Good, good," Dr. Stone said. She adjusted her glasses on her face. "You should use that."

The Invisible Woman blinked.

"What?"

"You know this Watcher is watching you during your daily tanning sessions. You can use that to improve your therapy. Don't just lay out there naked. Give the invisible man in the sky a little show!" Dr. Stone said.

"You...want me to masturbate...for the Watcher?" Sue spoek the words slowly, hesitantly, to make sure that she understood what was being asked of her. Already, her pulse quickened, just at the thought.

"You don't have to necessarily masturbate right away, although that would be a healthy step," Dr. Stone replied. "It's more about increasing how comfortable you are in your own skin. If you can show this Uata your pussy or ass, get used to him watching you no matter what you're doing, then your confidence in your own body will increase. And, of course, if you get upset at the thought of him watching you, you can flip him off! Curse him! Tell him to eat shit and go to hell!"

Sue didn't blush. Yet she was taken aback. The idea of telling Uata to go to hell was...like scolding a puppet. An ancient, cosmic, huge-headed bald puppy.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that," Sue said. "I mean, I've met his wife."

"Then his wife knows he's seen you naked. Use that!" Dr. Stone said, and for a moment her glasses glowed, twin circles of fire. "Do it."