Uh... get some food in your stomach and sleep?

As much fun as you are having, that was a LONG, LONG day. A lot happened, and you need to take a break and get some rest, gather your thoughts, and recharge your powers so you have more options.

And you don't want to sound gay or nuthin, (yes, you're a little homophobic too, what a surprise) but you burned a lot of calories and your dick feels pretty achy after all the **** you put it through. You could really use some R&R.

"All right, lets get cleaned up and make me some dinner so we can get to bed before it's too late."
"Yes, sir."

Alina pulls herself off your cock and hops off the kitchen counter, and jumps back into the shower for a quick rinse while you head back into the bedroom and plop yourself down on her bed. The room is almost too clean, but the moment your head hits the pillow, everything you put your body through in the past six hours finally sets in, and you almost fall asleep immediately despite the grumbling sensations emanating from your stomach. You fish your phone out of your pocket. You had the foresight to put it on silent while breaking in your new employee, you notice you have a dozen texts and calls from your wife asking where you are.

Nothing from your parents or your sister, you're pretty sure she didn't tell them anything, at least not yet. You don't want to deal with your wife right now, so you leave the messages unread and sink into the bed, mentally reviewing everything you went through in the past few hours. You're not usually prone to introspection, but Alina's brutal reality check made you realize that if you don't start thinking things through and making some long term plans, you're going to end up with your head on a pike, quite possibly in the literal sense.

You don't have long however, before Alina pops out of the shower. She's a vision of- She's fucking hot. Like ball achingly hot. You hate to admit it but she's right, she's WAY out of your league. How the fuck does she still look like that after the ringer you put her through? Holy shit.

You promise yourself you're going to ask about that 'intense, protracted self care regimen' that she says you need to go through because as much as you like the idea of **** every last hot girl living here, your enthusiasm is now somewhat tempered by the mental image of dozens of angry, murderous bitches hunting you down to flay you alive. You're going to have to rely on more than your watch powers if you want to get out of this intact.

"I'm glad you took my advice into consideration, Sir."

You're never gonna get used to the whole mind reading thing.