Sue Storm Politely Insists on Greater Formality

"Mr. Porkum," Sue Storm said. "Please remove your hand from my ass. I am a married woman, after all."

Instantly, Porkum's hand disappeared.

"My apologies, Mrs. Richards," he said, backing away and giving her space. "I meant no offense..."

Sue Storm stared into the pig-man's honest, open face. Either he was a great actor, or he truly meant it. In either case, propriety seemed to be maintained. Her hand went to the pink-and-white band of diamonds at her neck.

"I do appreciate all you've done for me. Especially with my leg the way it is, and my family away. But there is my reputation to think of," the heroine said.

"Yes, of course, I understand completely," Porkum nodded his head, jowls shaking. "It wouldn't do for anyone to get the wrong idea."

"Quite," Sue said, glad that he understood.

The business was quickly finished up. Sue accepted the extra milk bottles gratefully, and with her wounded leg still in the invisible cast that kept the weight off of it. Utterly unaware of the nearly microscopic passenger she now carried, cunningly transferred during that brief contact.

When Sue Storm was well on her way back to the Baxter Building, Doctor Doom's hologram projected into the space.

"The bug is planted. It will access the Baxter Building's systems. Richards will be able to detect an intrusion—after he returns. You have at most two weeks," the Latverian monarch said.

"Time enough," Porkum mused as he unzipped his pants. He felt another batch of Sue Storm's "milk" ready.

"She rejected your advance," Doom noted.

"She accepted the extra milk. The leg's still bothering her. She's alone, lonely, hurting, and getting increasingly horny. A little push here, a little nudge there, and I'll have her turned inside out within a week," Porkum said with a leer.

Unaware of this plot, Sue Storm limped home. She did not see the microscopic robot leap from her costume as she sat down to check her email. Was unaware as it invaded its guts, and bypassed several of Reed Richard's security protocols. In his lair beneath the pork packing plant, Porkum watched as he was given access to a slice of Sue Storm's own computer.

He began to work.