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Susan Storm did not drink. The bottle of vodka she kept in the medicine cabinet, where the children would never find it was strictly medicinal. The sleeping pills Sue had a prescription for. Washing the pills down with a long pull from the bottle wasn't something her personal physician had ever recommended.

Yet the Invisible Woman hoped it did the trick.

Sue limped to the living room, her thigh pulsing with pain. She brought the bottle with her. The phallic image still haunted her mind as she collapsed onto the couch. The Invisible Woman took another pull from the bottle.

How rare it was for her to have any time for herself. To not be mom, or the perfect wife, or the superheroine. To just take a shot and feel the liquid burn down her throat and settle in her stomach like a pool of acid that slowly numbed the pain in her leg and let the tension ease from her muscles.

She closed her blue eyes. Her head felt very heavy, of a sudden. That was the pills at work. The pills that brought sleep without dreams. Oblivion. Perhaps even forgetfulness. Sue Storm's chest rose and fell slowly, deeply, as her entire body seemed to sink into the couch.

Unaware of her hand as it slipped past the waistband of her panties. Mindlessly rubbing her clit. It felt good. Exhaustion crept into every pore of her body, yet her hand worked away, rubbing with a kind of frustrated intensity, like it had a mind of its own. In that weird in-between state that the pills and the booze opened up to her. Where sue could just float mindlesssly, her hand an entity of its own, sexually aggressive as it attacked her clit with the soft pads of her fingers.

Sue would not remember the climax. The way her body bucked and heaved. The moan that escaped her lips, so unfettered by cares.

She didn't think of Porkum's cock at all.

Didn't think of anything.

A perfect moment of mindlessness.

So terribly addictive.