There's no one there...

Scanning the kitchen while listening for movement, Rogue was unable to either hear or see anyone inside the small room.

However, four empty bottles of beer were standing on the kitchen table, with two more lying on the floor, and a smell of tobacco was lingering inside the room.

“Great, Logan has gotten drunk again. Fucking bum…” Rogue muttered as she strode through the room, pondering over how Logan would say to Cyclops in the morning, seeing that it was inevitable that Cyclops would fly into a rage over him getting drunk on school-premises like that.

Anyway, that was really no concern of Rogue, who poured herself a glass of milk and downed it all in one swing.

Placing the glass on the sink, Rogue yawned and stretched her body, feeling her tired muscles react as her bosom was heaved forwards, the two large orbs pressing against her snug top.

Looking out through the glass doors that faced the patio outside, Rogue saw how the moonlight was reflected by the water-filled pool, its rays illuminating the cool surface.

Smiling to herself, Rogue slid the door opened and stepped outside, noticing to the cold tiles under her naked feet.

It was still relatively warm outside, even if autumn was approaching, and so Rogue soon accustomed herself to the frisky air as she moved across the patio to the pool.

Standing there and looking around to see that no one else was around; Rogue then slid her top of, her nipples having already stiffened from the chilly air.

Discarding the top onto the tiled ground, she slipped out of her panties and piled them up next to the top, her body now completely bared.

Sliding down the ladder and into the pool, Rogue felt the water embrace her.

Thereafter, she shot out from the edge and began to swim up and down the rectangular pool, her curvy body shooting through the mass of water.

“Hah-hah!!! Late night skinny-dipping! How are the viewers reacting!?” Mojo more screamed than asked.

“Good, oh benevolent master! The ratings are going up, slowly but steadily.” One of his many faithful slaves replied, cowering before the “master”.

“Slowly!? I’ve never asked for slowly!” Mojo screamed out in reply. “We’ll need more then!”

Looking back up at the screen, where the busty young X-woman was by now doing back-strokes, Mojo smiled wickedly.

“And I think that I just came up with a great little idea of mine," he hissed as he once again attacked the keyboard before him.