Nairobi Contacts Sue Outside of Work

What surprised Sue Storm when she got back to the Baxter Building was how everything was the same. She had just experienced an orgasm with someone who wasn't her husband, and yet nothing was different. The children accepted her hugs and kisses as they finished their work. Ben Grimm and Johnny were out in the Fantasticar hangar, door open as they grilled dinner. Alicia Masters was in the kitchen, the blind woman carefully chopping vegetables for salad while H.E.R.B.I.E. supervised.

Reed was in the lab. He accepted a kiss on the cheek, and smiled at Sue in return.

"You're home a bit late. Did your therapy session go well?" he asked.

Sue smiled. "Fine. The doctor suggested I get a massage. So I did. Stopped off at a spa she recommended on my way home."

There was the opportunity. The chance to come clean. To tell her husband what she had done.

He just smiled.

"Well, good! I'm glad. You know, they say massage is an important part of overall physical health. I've been reviewing a fascianting Skrull text about using electromagnetic fields to individually **** relaxation of non-critical myomers..."

"Hold that thought," Sue said. "I just need to pop into the restroom."

Sue was on the toilet, pants around her ankles, when her smartphone buzzed. She checked the message...and froze.

Hey, it's Nairobi. I hope you had a great time at your session today; it's really nice to have a customer that's so responsive. Just so you know, I also do home visits, just in case you can't come by the spa. Text me if you want to set up an appointment, and we'll work around your schedule and circumstances. Happy ending guaranteed!

"Too soon?" Nairobi asked. "Too much?"

"It's perfect, dear," Dr. Stone said. The young, dark-skinned sat crosslegged in the chair. "I mean, you said you wanted to make more money than you are now at the spa. If you can get a personal client during your off-hours—what's the harm?"

"She might not come back," Nairobi said with a sigh. "I need regulars. University isn't cheap."

"Neither should you be," Dr. Stone shot back. A nimbus of light flickered around the psychologist's head, unseen by the masseuse, who was looking at her smartphone. "After all, you're the one providing a service. It's fair to expect compensation. If they're happy with your work, then where's the harm? And she was happy at the end, wasn't she?"

Nairobi smiled at the phone. It gave a soft PLINK as a response to her message came.

"Oh yeah," the young woman said. "She was happy."