Sue Storm Needs To Take Charge in the Bedroom

Dr. Stone tilted her head. The round lenses of her glasses caught the light of the sun through the window and became twin circles of fire, as though her eyes glowed from within. Sue Storm sank into the chair, suddenly overcome as a gravimetric pulse hit her brain, knocking it into a state normally only achieved after a bottle of Merlot.

"You should be woman enough for him," Dr. Stone said. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes," Sue said, the blonde's eyes half-closed. Parts of her brain were running on automatic pilot, bypassing consciousness altogether.

"You need to remind him of that," Dr. Stone said. "Take charge. After all, you are beautiful. You are his wife. He has a duty to see to your needs. Yes?"

"Yes," Sue repeated automatically.

"And porn—that's basically cheating on you. You don't want Reed to cheat on you, do you?" Dr. Stone prompted.

A moment's hesitation. The word was almost on the tip of Sue Storm's tongue. Then she said: "No."

"Then you need to do something about that," Dr. Stone repeated with a smile, as the implants buzzed maddeningly in her head.

The last half of Sue Storm's appointment with Dr. Stone was a bit fuzzy in her memory. The superheroine chalked it up to tiredness, and Dr. Stone's tendency to drone on. Yet one thing had gelled within Sue during the meeting, a determination that she had long put off but now found resolute.

Invisible, she slipped into Reed's lab. He was in a corner, arguing with Hank Pym. Something about using cosmic rays as birth control for gamma mutates. Sue ignored it. Reed had left his terminal open, and Sue accessed the hidden cache she knew he kept. All those naked, busty red heads. His personal spank bank.

She deleted it. Deleted it and used a S.H.I.E.L.D. utility to write over those segments of memory so that they were unrecoverable. Accessed his internet browser, deleted the history, and enabled new porn filters, biometrically locked to her own DNA.

Reed Richards was the smartest man in the world. He could overcome these minor inconveniences. But Sue Storm was done being his doorstop. He had a duty to her, and she was determined that he was going to fulfill it.

Sue Storm knew what she wanted, and deserved to get it good and hard.