Silk Spectre

All alone on board the Owlship, Laurie Juspeczyk squeezed herself into her skintight superheroine outfit, pleased that it still fitted. She missed the old days, when they'd had it all, all and more. Nowadays things had lost their luster, as their glory days were gone. She knew that they'd never be able to recapture that magic, never be able to recreate the past, and wondered why they even bothered. She smelled the stale perfume that lingered in the air, even Nostalgia wasn't what it used to be.

Still, there were some things that never lost their magic, she thought, as she lay down and pulled at the bottom half of her outfit, allowing herself access to her smoothly-waxed flesh. She looked over at a book that Dan had left lying around, Under The Hood, as her fingers began their exploration.

As her fingers moved in a circular motion, she first smiled then moaned.

"Hallelujah!"