Mona DeValle...the ex-wife

"I can't fucking believe this is the only way I can see you!" Shouted a thick Jersey accent from the doorway of his office. The voice belonged to a curvy tan-skinned brunette with blue eyes. The woman had dark hair that she wore in sort of a puff hairdo and fell in loose curls just under her shoulders. She was dressed in black skirt suit with tiger trim that hugged her thick frame perfectly. The hem of the skirt sat at mid-thigh revealing sex legs sheathed in dark fishnets. A pair of bright red spiked heels completed her outfit.

"Mona?" Jack stammered and shook his head. Mona DeValle was his ex-wife. He had left her when he finished grad school. They had a thing when they first met but she partied too much and slept around even more. He had not harnessed his powers yet so he couldn't really mess with her. Mona was as toxic as they came and he was glad to leave her when he was done with school. When he left he had also took their life savings. Payment for his suffering.

"Yeah, Mona, you fuckin jag off," she answered and charged the rest of the way into his office. Right behind her is Jack's assistant rushing to stop the woman. Jack put his hand up to stop her. She nodded turned and then shut the door to the office as she ducked out.

Mona moved to stand face to face to Jack. In her heels she towered over him. Her perfume hit him and he was aroused thinking of the first time they met. She had not changed much since he left her. She still looked good in her tacky suits that seem to always fit her just right. "You found me," Jack said with smile.

"Is that all you have to say for yourself you prick!?" she demanded and poked at his chest. "You stole 10 grand from me, you're lucky I don't break your fucking legs!"

"That money was half mines," Jack pointed out.

"I worked my ass when you were doing your schooling thing, that money is mines and you owe me," Mona shot and looked around the office and added. "Plus interest I see you have a pretty nice set up here."

"Well, that's a problem," Jack started and pointed around his nice office. "Money has been used. It's all gone," he said with shrug.

"You little fucker!" Mona seethed and grabbed at his shirt collar. "I'm gonna..." she started to say through clenched teeth.

"Sleep." Jack commanded calmly and simply.

Mona groaned as her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell heavily into Jack's waiting arms. Her head slumped heavily on his shoulder as her arms jangled at her sides. Her ankles angled awkwardly in her heels as she stood limp in Jack's hold. Jack smiled as Mona started to snore. "Just like old times..." he grunted as he dragged her lifeless form over to the sofa and plopped her sleeping body down into it.