Tyfani stays

Tyfani looked away, deep in thought. "I don't know, guys. I had so hoped to be a great superheroine, but you're so right. I'm a misfit. I'm afraid I'll mess up the business for you, too."

"Look love," said Charlie, "There's no way you can screw up having sex. You didn't screw up with us. In fact, you were quite good. Perhaps even the best we've ever had. Now what do you say? Will you join us? Just try it. If it doesn't work out, no harm done. You're free to go your own way."

"Well I guess sex is about the only thing I'm good at," Tyfani said, dejectedly. "I guess it's fate that brought us together. I'll give it a try. After all, I owe you both for what happened."

"Don't be so glum about it, Tyf," said Nigel. "You might actually end up taming a lot of bad boys who might have gone on to be real sexual criminals. Think of it that way."

"You know, Nigel. I think you have a point." Tyfani smiled. "That's a great way of looking at it. I can use my powers to reach inside their minds, give them their secret desires and play on their fears at the same time."

"There you go love!" Charlie said with a grin. "I know just where we should start, too." He pulled out his cell phone. "I'm going to call Priscilla. It's about time we tamed that spoiled rich bitch once and for all. And with your help, Tyf, it won't take much at all."