Sue Goes Home And Kisses Her Husband Goodnight

"Go home," Porkum said, his small dark eyes full of cruel humor. "Kiss him on the lips."

Sue Storm nodded.

She didn't remember much of that trip back through Manhattan. Cum-drunk, as Porkum's pheromones worked their way through her system. The rational part of her mind wasn't working right.

The Invisible Woman knew what she was doing was wrong. A terrible betrayal of her husband. That Porkum was a criminal, that his cum had some strange power over her. Yet she couldn't imagine living without it. Even if it hurt her husband. Her children. Her family.

She staggered past a liquor store and paused. Her teeth felt scuzzy. Her breath must reek. Maybe there was a way to cover it...

The cashier didn't blink at the cum-soaked blonde who came in and bought a bottle of silver tequila in a brown paper bag. Her nose crinkled as she smelled Sue's breath, and took her credit card and ID with reluctance. Sue was fortunate she wasn't properly drunk yet, and gave her fake ID. Good enough to buy booze with.

The bottle was made invisible, so that no police would arrest Sue as she drank, slowly but steadily, as she took the long route back to the Baxter Building. Her steps grew more and more unsteady, yet the Invisible Woman kept on drinking, the burn of the alcohol mixing with the jizz swimming in her stomach in a way that promised terrible reprecussions before the morning.

When she finally slunk into the lobby of the Baxter Building, the bottle was empty. It slipped from nerveless hands as the elevator rose. Her head swam and she hiccuped as she stepped down the corridor towards Reed's lab.

What did he think, that sleep-deprived genius, when he saw his wife lurch into the room, reeking of tequila and some other, less definable and more unpleasant biological stank? What tiny hint of what substance crusted her mouth as she smiled and stepped towards him with open arms?

Surely Reed knew there was something wrong as she wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. Then, when her tongue pressed into his mouth, he would have tasted it...and as she passed out in his arms, Reed Richards would stare at the drunken blonde and a deep, unnerving doubt settled into his gut, which swiftly resolved into a certainty.

There was something wrong with Sue Storm.