To use her car

"I want your car," he said.

"Wh-what? But it's my car!"

"And that's my car," he pointed to the crushed wreckage of his vehicle. "Unless of course you want to give me rides to and from work every day?"

"No! No, I'll... I'll let you use my car. If you bring it back to the same place at the end of each day," she added, feeling clever to have thought of that last part.

"Fine. So walk or fly me to it. I'm not letting you out of my sight," he leered.

Rolling her eyes she bit her lip and concentrated on flying up just a bit. She'd spent far more time trying to take off explosively than she had trying to go slow, but she had pretty much mastered the stop and hover technique, so she was able to shoot up, stop, then lower herself down. She flushed as she felt his eyes on what she assumed was her blue shorts. She still hadn't clued in that she had forgotten to wear anything under the tiny skirt.

As soon as she got down to the point that she could hook her arms under his armpits she stopped.

"Okay, now you... oof," she gasped as he threw himself forward, burying his face between her boobs, his arms wrapping around her like he was hanging on for dear life. At least they wrapped over her arms, though, she reflected ruefully. That way she could still hook her arms under his arm pits like she'd planned. She'd just intended him to be facing forward.

"Well. Fine," she said and shot upward, concentrating on not dropping him in spite of the distraction of him rubbing his face this way and that. This time speed was her focus and she arrived at her car quickly. Since it was parked behind her apartment and most people were either inside or at work there wasn't anyone there at the moment.

"We're here," she told him impatiently. His feet had met ground, but the rest of him didn't seem to realize that. By pushing her arms out to the side she was able to **** his arms away from her as well. Eventually his grip broke and she was able to step back.

"Oh. We're here. I was so scared I couldn't look," he told her with earnest eyes. Or his best attempt at them. "Which one is yours?"

"That one," she pointed at a cute little mini.

"Should've known," he muttered, earning a dark look.

"Here..." she reached into the little pocket in the costume she was so proud of herself for making. "The keys."

"Great. Wait, don't go yet!" he cried out as she raised her hands up in her take-off pose. "I mean, you'll need to reach me. I can't, in good conscience, let you fly off when I could be some terrible person intent on no good. What if I didn't bring your car back?"

"Oh. Right," she lowered her hands and chewed her lip, trying to think of a solution. Fortunately he seemed to have it all figured out.

"I know," he snapped his fingers. "And it'll solve the problem I might have if the police decided to pull me over. I'll text you 'can i borrow your car' and you'll text me 'yes you can borrow my car' followed by the license plate number so the police know which car."

"Um..." she frowned, not sure. It made sense, and it would let her call him if he ran off...

"Come on. You don't want the police impounding the car or me having to explain to them why I have it, right?"

"Oh. Right. Okay," she prattled off her number, and the two traded texts as he'd described.

"Wonderful," he smiled. "Now I have to get to work and you need to go back to patrolling. I hear the dock area is especially bad. You know, I feel a whole lot safer knowing that you're out there. You should stop and do that hovering pose of yours. Greet a bunch of citizens so they know who you are."

"Thanks!" Supreme Girl said with a genuine smile. It felt good to be appreciated, and she decided to do as he suggested.

After the superheroine had left the man opened the passenger door of the car and popped open the glove compartment. Fishing out the registration with gloved hands he took some pictures of it and the car's license before dialing a number on his phone.

"Hey Pete? It's Geoff. Yeah, I know I'm late. Some bimbo just destroyed my car. No no, don't worry. I got her to give me hers. It'll make the perfect getaway vehicle. Well... for two people."