Somewhere in an A/U. Characters belong to Janet Evanovich; I'm just playing, not making any money on this project (sadly).

Babe story; HEA; smut alert and graphic language ahead, so be warned.

Chapter 12

"You may now approach!" Carlos commanded ominously, in a kind of low growl. He was working the dangerous scary thing again, full-force. It was sexy as all hell, and I hadn't even seen him yet. It was that whole liquid sex voice thing he had going on. WOW: major hot flashes started in my doodah and washed all points north and south yet again!

That was my cue to enter: I stepped daintily into the room from the bathroom, where I'd been getting into 'costume' for the show. Yeah, OK, so I did it only because he clearly liked the idea of me dressed up 'appropriately' for our fantasies. But, hey, I'd had a really great idea what to wear, so I decided to go into it whole-heartedly.

I wore one of my latest Victoria's Secret indulgences: a blue and white gingham empire waist baby doll nightie that made my 34 B boobs look bigger. It sported a ruffled hem that barely covered my doodah: I'd never been more happy to have gotten that new Brazilian. The nightie had spaghetti straps that tied, and I was seriously hoping that the Wizard would be more than interested in untying them slowly and with a great deal of hands-on attention to the freshly-lotioned skin underneath.

I'd skipped wearing panties. I really couldn't afford to lose any more, considering I knew that he was planning on costuming me in them for his fantasies…before he ripped them off me. Not that I minded his lustful hands tearing off my undies, mind you: I just didn't have an indefinite supply here at the hotel. Alas.

I had quickly fashioned a bow into my curly chestnut-colored hair, and shoved my feet into those 4 inch red stiletto FMPs again. After all, Dorothy had her ruby slippers--and I certainly needed mine!

Thus summoned, I did my best awe-struck little shuffle into the presence of the All Powerful and Mighty Wonderful Wizard of Ahhhs, and gave a timid little curtsy. I was working it for all I was worth, and that's no lie.

Carlos had traded his little towel for those skin tight black jeans--minus his shirt and belt--and was sitting on his 'throne'. Yep, the old club chair had been pressed into service once again. He sat regally, his arms resting on the arms of the chair, and looking about as All Powerful and Mighty as any Wizard--Wonderful or otherwise--could ever hope to be. His muscled mocha latte colored chest was displayed to perfection; my eyes did a slow and hungry survey of every hot majorly smoking inch of him. He was also barefoot, and I took the opportunity to note that the man's feet were just as beautiful as the rest of his body. God, it just wasn't fair that any man could be that gorgeous!

"I am the All Powerful and Mighty Wonderful Wizard of Ahhhs! Who might you be?" His voice boomed out.

Eep!! I jumped about 3 feet in the air. Then I shot him my Burg girl death glare, knowing damned well he'd startled me on purpose when he'd noticed I'd been distracted by his body yet again. Damned Hungarian hormones!

Bastard just smirked, then went back into scary mondo-sexy Wizard mode again. "Speak! State your name and the purpose of your visit!"

"If you please, Sir--I am Stephanie of Chambersburg, the Meek and Small," I batted my eyes and tried to look both meek and small as I paraphrased Dorothy's greeting to the Wizard in one of my favorite movies ever. "I've come to see the All Powerful and Mighty Wonderful Wizard of Ahhhs to beg a special favor."

"A favor?!" He seemed personally affronted. "Who are you to seek a favor from the All Powerful and Mighty Wizard of Ahhhs?"

"I am just a poor nobody," I groveled pitifully, "But I am in desperate need of something that I am certain that only Your Worshipfulness can provide. You are known far and wide in the Land for your …" I lowered my eyes to lock onto his crotch, and gave a sex-kittenish little mew "…special skills."

"That is certainly very true. My 'special skills' are indeed legendary in all the Land," he agreed smugly. "You may continue to tell the All Powerful and Mighty Wizard about your problem, Stephanie of Chambersburg. And keep the whole 'Your Worshipfulness' thing going--the Wizard is liking it a lot, Babe."

"Thank you, Your Worshipfulness. I seek something that no one has ever been able to provide to me. Something that I crave more than anything in the world. I fear that I shall never be able to acquire it without the generous assistance of Your Worshipfulness. So I have therefore traveled a great distance to the Emerald City of Newark in Jersey in the hopes that I might be granted this wondrous favor."

"What is it you seek so desperately, Stephanie of Chambersburg? The Wizard has granted many generous and wondrous favors in the past. He has given the Scarecrow a brain; the Tin Man a heart; and the Cowardly Lion courage. You, the Wizard is certain, already possess all of these things. And a killer body, as well, the Wizard might add."

"Thanks for noticing, Your Worshipfulness."

"De nada, Babe."

"May I also say that Your Worshipfulness is looking sizzling hot yourself? Love the whole no-shirt look you got going on there. God, you're so ripped!"

"The Wizard aims to please."

"Damn skippy--Your Worshipfulness pleased me tonight, that's for sure. More times than I can count."

A big wolf grin. "Are you wearing any panties under that little next-to-nothing?"

"Nope. Not a stitch."

"Good. Your chances of getting your favor granted just increased substantially."

"I knew that."

"What can the All Powerful and Mighty Wizard do for you, Babe? And how fast can He do it?"

"Actually, I was kind of hoping for some really really majorly slow ruination with my favor, Your Worshipfulness. If that's OK with you?"

"Not a problem at all, Babe. The Wizard specializes in slow and major ruination of hot-looking curly-haired brunettes with beautiful blue eyes and long luscious legs. Turn around and give My Worshipfulness a 360 degree look at the goods."

I did a wiggly little pirouette, displaying what God gave me to a very interested Wizard. He scrutinized every inch top to toe, and gave a ravenous lip-lick that would definitely have ruined my panties--had I been wearing any to begin with, that is.

"Definitely worth the Wizard's personal attention on this one. You may approach closer, Stephanie of Chambersburg. Name the favor, Babe."

I shimmied my way towards the throne, giving it a lot of hip action, then did my best to look profoundly distressed as I revealed my dilemma. "I've been in life-long pursuit of something that has heretofore eluded my grasp, sadly. Many tell me it is only a myth, and that it is not attainable at all in reality. I confess that I had almost abandoned all hope of ever enjoying it…until I learned about Your Worshipfulness' special skills that is."

I again ogled his more than impressive package--which seemed to be growing rapidly as he took in a closer view of my barely there nightie--and I fanned myself mentally. I was getting me some more of that--and soon! What a happy little girl Stephanie of Chambersburg was gonna be after this visit with the Wizard!

"What can I get for you, Babe? Name it; it's yours."

"I want a Doomsday Orgasm, Your Worshipfulness. If you please."

A bigger wolf grin. "You've definitely come to the right place to cum, Stephanie of Chambersburg. It just so happens that the Wizard specializes in providing Doomsday Orgasms."

"I thought so. I took one look at the Wizard's enormous magic Wand and I knew instantly that I'd come to the right place." My lustful eyes slowly traced a wispy path of dark hair that led temptingly down the mocha latte road to the magic Wand in question. "Just follow the…Happy Trail, right?"

"That's the road that leads to where all the magic gets made, Babe."

Forget the yellow brick road! This was the road I wanted to travel!

The Wizard uncurled himself gracefully from his throne, slowly approaching me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Consider carefully, however: this is very potent magic you request, Stephanie of Chambersburg. It is certainly well within the Wizard's power to perform it--but it is very dangerous for a woman to undergo. We're talking primal--deeply explosive to a degree that most mortal women can not survive. By the time the Wizard has worked his enchantment upon them, they are reduced to quivering incoherent puddles of Jell-O, forever lost to reason. The Madness descends upon them, and all hope is lost for those poor unfortunate creatures for eternity."

Eep! I felt the first stages of The Madness sweeping over me, and bit down on my lip in a desperate attempt to keep drool from flowing unchecked down my chin.

"Are you ready for the Wizard to unleash his tremendous power on your delectably succulent but all too mortal flesh, Babe? Speak now, for there is no turning back once the process has begun."

I gulped, wondering if I had any power of speech left at all with which to reply. My mouth flapped uselessly for a few minutes, before I managed to push out a strangled, "Yes, please." God, I was more than ready--I was aching for it! And he hadn't even touched me yet!

"Brave girl. This is a very intensive and time consuming 6 step process, Babe. Only the Wizard is qualified to do it as it truly needs to be done. You are wise to put yourself entirely in His all-too-capable hands. We'll start with Step One: Getting You Naked." His voice lowered to a husky whisper as he leaned next to my ear, "Keep the ruby slippers on, though. The Wizard gets off on them mightily."

Oh boy.

He circled slowly, stalking me, the wolf grin now firmly fixed in place. His eyes were hungrily undressing me, then his hands joined the party. He settled behind me, his breath hot upon my bare shoulder, the spicy male scent that was uniquely his washing in waves upon me. I actually shivered in delight as his hands traced a tortuously slow path from my wrists, up my forearms and finally to my shoulders, where they settled on the ties that bound the spaghetti straps of my nightie. He took one string in each hand and oh-so-gently untied them, letting the straps trickle down uselessly over my now quivering flesh.

"We're gonna do this, Babe--and it's gonna be good!" he promised softly, his lips barely touching my earlobe.

I had no doubts at all that would indeed be true. My doodah was ready to self-combust momentarily just at the mere thought of what was headed my way.

He used the tips of his fingers to gently push the cotton gown down to my waist. He gave a low growl deep from his throat, and his fingers slid around to cup my breasts from behind as he pulled me gently against his body. He was rock hard everywhere. Everywhere.

I moaned in anticipation of magnificently pleasurable things to come, grinding my ass over his hard length and coaxing a low rumble from him, and a firm warning.

"Baiting the tiger, Babe. The Wizard needs every ounce of self-control He has not to fuck you senseless where you stand. He promised slow and major ruination, and that's still the plan. But if you do that last little move again, the Wizard will take it as an personal invitation to bend you over and put His magic Wand deep where you don't want it to go. Understood?"

Gulp. I knew damned well what that threat meant! "No butt stuff!" I yelped.

"Then behave yourself and let the Wizard work His magic at His own pace."

"Yes, Your Worshipfulness." All my grinding ceased abruptly, and I heard him chuckle softly. Bastard!

His hands took hold of the cotton fabric around my waist, and he took his own sweet time to shimmy it down past my hips--sending shivers wracking through my body as his fingers deliberately teased my flesh. He finally let the fabric fall to the floor, where it pooled around my feet. I stood naked, clad only in 4 inch red FMPs, and waited breathlessly for his next command.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," the Wizard purred happily and stepped around in front of me to leisurely survey the 'goods', as he'd called them. There was a long tortuous silence; I was absolutely aching to feel his hands on my body. But he did nothing but let his hungry eyes caress me--albeit thoroughly--and lick his sensual lips in obvious appreciation. "The Wizard feels the primeval magic flowing mightily through His body. His Wand is at the ready. It is now time to move on to Step Two of the process."

"Getting the Wizard Naked?" I asked, hopefully. I'd felt the magic Wand growing against my backside, and now I couldn't take my eyes off it as it fought to escape from the tight confines of his jeans. I desperately wanted him naked now!

"Not time for that just yet, Babe. Step Two is the Laying On of the Wizard's Magic Hands…all over your smoking hot little body."

Omigod.

He started by cupping my face in his hands and carefully tracing the curve of my lips with his thumbs, winning a low whimper from the back of my throat. Then his fingers slid to my jawbone and began a slow and feather soft examination of every inch of my throat, down to my shoulder blades. Using the back of his hands, he stroked the swell of my breasts, teasing the nipples to attention and sending them jutting out proudly as he began to retrace his path over them time and again.

"MMMMMM," I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt myself surrendering completely to his ministrations.

His hands continued moving inexorably down my body, making slow dizzyingly enjoyable circles on my flesh. There was just the slightest bit of a touch, more like a warm breeze blowing on me. I'd never felt anything quite like it before in my entire life; it was mesmerizingly delicious. I couldn't get enough.

He touched me everywhere: from my breasts over my tummy to my hips then sliding around to cup and gently squeeze my butt cheeks before descending to the back of my thighs then up my back. Then he turned his hands over so that his finger pads were working their magic upon me, and he began ever so slowly to increase the pressure he was using. And he traced back over the same path he'd originally traveled. It felt like a sensual massage, while I stood swaying to the rhythm of his touch. I was ready to weep, it felt so damned good.

"Time to step over to the Wizard's office now, Babe." He took me by the hand, snatching a pillow from the bed as we passed. I followed, lost in a stupor of pleasure. He led me over to the desk, then cleared the top of it with one smooth swipe of his forearm. "Lie down," he commanded, lifting me onto the desk and sliding the pillow under my head. "Keep your hands where I put them, close your eyes, and just breathe deeply."

I did as he ordered; he gently placed my arms over my head and spread my legs apart, bending them slightly at the knees. Then he moved to the foot of the desk and took one of my ankles in his hands, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder. His hands began to massage down my leg, sending the most pleasurable sensations shooting through my body. I kept waiting for his hands to move to the Promised Land, but no--he came oh-so-close, then moved away. Clearly it wasn't time for that yet: the Wizard had taken my request for a slow and careful ruination to heart. He lowered my leg and then lifted my other ankle, and the process began all over again. I was purring by this point.

He moved around the desk, and those most-definitely-magical hands continued to stroke and caress and fondle my entire body into a euphoric state the likes of which I had never before known. Then I felt his breath by my ear, and he whispered, "Now that the time is just right, we'll move to Step Three: the Laying On of the Wizard's Magic Mouth. All over every sweet delectable inch of your delicious naked little body."

Gulp.

Moments later my body was undergoing the onslaught of the Wizard's determined campaign to send me completely and totally over the edge of sanity. This was definitely the part of the process where other mortal women lost their minds. I felt my eyes roll back into my head, and the drool started flowing from my wide open mouth, as the Wizard began dropping hot wet hungry kisses over every single inch of my flesh. His tongue tormented my nerve endings, then his mouth followed up nipping and sucking at the trail he'd blazed.

He'd started at the tips of my fingers, sucking them in his mouth, then he'd moved relentlessly down my arms, over my shoulders and up my throat, spending an inordinate amount of time pillaging my mouth, his tongue demanding entrance and then wrapping itself around mine as he mated with it in a passionate dance. I tried to pull my arms down to grab on to him at this point, but he firmly held my arms over my head with one hand while his other hand trapped my waist so that I could do nothing but lie in place and lose my mind. I heard an incessant tapping that distracted me until I realized it was my own poor feet kicking against the desk in a kind of spasm of orgasmic bliss. Oops!

Finally the Wizard freed my mouth and moved his torture down to my throat again, settling on my breasts for a long intoxicating visit. He took my pebbled nipples into his mouth, nipping at them lightly with his teeth before laving them with his tongue and then fastening his lips onto them to suckle greedily. I let out a wail of pleasure that won me a low growl and a few love bites to my breasts before his assault moved south.

He used his tongue to excavate my belly button, and had me squirming over the desk begging for mercy as his mouth moved along my upper thighs and I felt his hot breath on my now ravenously hungry doodah. I was readying to sing the Hallelujah Chorus when all of a sudden his mouth veered off the path and headed for my knees and all points further south.

"No, no, no!" I protested frantically, again trying to move my arms to help things along the right path.

"Be still, or all of the magic will cease," he commanded.

"Not fair," I whimpered unhappily, and I heard him snort--yes, snort--in reply.

His talented mouth continued its determined assault against my senses as he paid slow and careful attention to both of my legs, including my ankles, feet and toes. The fact that I was ticklish didn't help matters any, particularly when the Wizard decided to torment me further with his tongue before finally moving on to the next part of the process.

He let go of my legs and stepped back to examine my body as I lie in a quivering boneless mass on the desk top. I was just getting ready to voice my complaint that the Wizard had bypassed the Promised Land entirely when his husky voice interrupted.

"Now comes the Wizard's personal favorite: Step Four. The Wizard specializes in this step. But this is where you need to use those red slippers to get the Wizard into the special mood He needs to take you Over the Rainbow, Babe."

"What should I do? I'll do anything you say, Your Worshipfulness. Anything at all."

"Good to know, Babe. Remember that for the rest of the night. But for now, just click your heels together three times and say: "¡Esto es el tiempo para hacer la sopa!"

My eyes widened to the size of saucers. I was pretty damned sure I remembered that whole 'hacer la sopa' sucking my pussy thing from before! "Is that…what does it mean? What am I saying, exactly? If you please, Your Worshipfulness."

A big wolf grin. "Oh, I think you know very well what it means, Stephanie of Chambersburg. As for what exactly you're saying--the literal translation is: 'It's time to make the soup'."

"Soup?"

"The Wizard's favorite kind of soup: Cream of Stephanie soup. Yum, yum!" He licked his lips slowly and smiled like a Cheshire Cat. "Nothing in all the Land tastes quite so sweet and delicious as Cream of Stephanie soup."

Eep!

I think I lost consciousness for a brief moment there.

"Babe? You still with the Wizard?"

A strangled little moan was all I could work up in reply.

He lifted my hips and slid another pillow under me, then repeated, "Click your heels, Babe. Three times. And repeat after the Wizard. ¡Esto es el tiempo para hacer la sopa!"

I managed to choke out the words before his hands suddenly took hold of my ankles and pushed them up towards my shoulders, before spreading my legs wide and giving the Wizard a bird's eye view of the soup-making facilities.

"Omigod. Omigod. Omigod."

"Looks like we've already got some soup simmering right now. Let's see…." He suddenly used two fingers to stroke over my slit, sending me shooting off the top of the desk in pleasure. My pussy was dripping wet, and his fingers now held the glistening evidence to prove it.

"Yep, that's definitely a good start. The soup is well on its way to being ready for the Wizard to consume. But first it's time to add a little more liquid." He moistened his lips. "The Wizard's tongue particularly enjoys this part."

I moaned as the Wizard's wickedly talented tongue began to make slow lazy circles near my clit. Oh, yeah, this was the part Stephanie of Chambersburg was going to enjoy the most, for sure! He spent the next half hour devoting himself to making soup….and I lost what little was left of my poor feeble mind as he used his tongue and his lips to bring me to orgasm time and again. I felt my juices flowing freely, my body on fire with the sheer pleasure of it all. I was moaning non-stop in enthusiastic approval.

"Now comes the best part."

That wasn't the best part? Holy crap! What else was next? And could I stay conscious throughout it?

"The soup is now at the perfect temperature. Perfect consistency. Perfectly seasoned. Ready to be stirred." He held up three fingers, "The Wizard finds it's best to stir it this way."

I couldn't have agreed more.

His fingers then joined his mouth as they worked in concert to send me over the edge still further. Several Hallelujah Choruses later, I was in such a state of satiated bliss that I didn't even know my own name. Didn't care much, either. I had an ear to ear goofy grin on my face and my eyes were permanently twirling like pinwheels in a Kansas tornado.

"Now, we're almost on the final step."

"When do we get to the Wizard Gets Naked step?"

"Funny you should ask, Babe. We're just getting to Step Five right now."

Oh goodie!

He snapped the button to his jeans slowly, then teased me as he lowered the zipper inch by tantalizing inch. All 11 inches of the magic Wand sprung out All Powerful and Mighty, and I almost swooned. Consumed with lust, I made a feverishly desperate grab for it, to no avail.

"Hands off the Wizard!" He boomed imperiously.

"But I need to touch you!" I protested.

"It's not about the Wizard, Babe. Not this time. It's about you."

"Can I taste you? I really need to taste you."

His mouth twitched in the promise of a smile. "Well…maybe after I'm finished stirring, I can let you lick the spoon a little bit. How about that?"

I looked over at his fingers, now wet and gleaming with my pussy juices after he'd used them to stroke my slit.

"Not the little spoon, Babe." He shook his head, "The Wizard is going to lick that one." He proceeded to do just that, making no attempt to disguise his enjoyment of it. "Delicious! Cream of Stephanie is the Wizard's personal favorite."

My legs now resting on his shoulders, I watched breathlessly as he picked up the condom package and ripped it open, slipping it onto his magic Wand. He leaned over me, slowly rubbing his huge hard cock against my soaking wet slit and making me so hot I was seconds away from melting into a huge creamy puddle on the floor. The soup was definitely flowing freely by now.

"You can lick this spoon later." He indicated his cock, which was sliding ever so expertly into my hungry pussy, burying itself to the hilt, as it stretched my tight walls and made me groan with pleasure. "The Wizard finds the big spoon works best to mix all the ingredients just the way they need to be."

I could see exactly how that would work, all right.

"We've reached the final Step Six: Fucking You Senseless. Now, Babe, just relax and let's start off very slowly." Grabbing the 4 inch heels of my FMPs and using them as a handle, he began pumping rhythmically in and out of my pussy as I wailed happily. "We start on low….then after a few minutes we turn it up a notch." He began thrusting faster and deeper, taking me with him to the next level. "Now is the important part, Babe. Listen very carefully."

I tried my best, but I was pretty much lost to reason by this point.

"Drop your arms to your sides and hold on to the edge of the desk." His voice was ominous, "Hold on very tightly, Babe. Don't let go. The tornado's coming and you're very likely to go airborne any time now."

Airborne sounded real good to me, for sure!

"Ready, Babe?"

Was I ever!

"Here we go." He began pistoning inside me then, pounding ferociously, and I started orgasming in wave upon wave of never-ending pleasure. It was almost like I was standing on the Point Pleasant beach barefoot and the waves were washing over me, varying in intensity. Getting first my ankles wet, then the next time my knees, then finally up to my waist. I was quivering non-stop and my cries of ecstasy grew louder and more prolonged.

"We're heading Over the Rainbow anytime now, Babe."

No kidding! I was making sounds now that weren't even human. Dear God in Heaven, this was the most out of my mind feverishly intense feeling I'd ever experienced in my life. This was the best kind of magic there was…the man truly was the Wizard!

"YES! YES! YES! YES!" I screamed, my body convulsing in spasms so powerful that the Wizard had to hold me down lest I indeed go airborne for real. I saw the most blindingly white ball of light and it was aiming straight at me. Oh God, this was like nothing in the world I'd ever felt before! The heat grew more intense in my doodah, and the flames combusted and rapidly shot through my entire body. I was in a true nuclear meltdown, and I was loving every single incredible second of it.

"It's time to Surrender yourself completely to the Wizard's magic, Stephanie. Cross your ankles around my neck, Babe, and hold on tightly."

I was more than ready to do just that.

He leaned down to kiss me, pushing my legs up to my shoulders again; his hungry mouth took mine with a kiss that was blistering searing scorching beyond belief. Then he took his mouth off mine and, his black eyes glittering in triumph, he watched me shatter into a billion pieces of white hot light.

"OMIGOD!! OMIGOD!! OMIGOD!! OMIGOD!!" I was shaking wildly, my head rolling from side to side, my body bucking off the desk as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt in my entire life ripped through my body. But just when I thought that it was ending, and I'd lived through it--though just barely--the next really powerfulorgasm crashed upon me with all the power of a tsunami.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets, and my mouth hung open wide in stunned disbelief. Was it even possible to feel this almost inhuman rapture??

Clearly, it was. And I did.

Rapture, that was the only word for it. And it transported my body into that long-imagined mythical dimension that no mortal woman had ever experienced and survived to tell the tale.

"CARLOS!!"I threw back my head, and screamed louder than I had ever screamed in my life. "CARLOS!! OMIGOD! I'M CUMING!! CARLOS! CARLOS! CARLOS!"

"Let go now and jump into it! Now, Babe! Fly!"

And I did. For the first time in my life, I was actually flying--and it felt just as incredible as I'd always imagined it would. The world couldn't confine me: I was Wonder Woman, I was a Shooting Star, a Supernova. Hell, forget that--I was a fucking entire Galaxy of my own being born. I was touching God. For a split second, I actually WAS God.

Then the blinding white light consumed me, mingled with my essence and became me…and I knew nothing more.

When I finally returned to consciousness, I was lying on the bed and Carlos was tenderly dabbing a cold wet washcloth against my flushed face. I have no clue how long I was out, or how the hell I got over to the bed. I supposed he must have carried me. But I couldn't swear to any of it. I couldn't swear to anything.

"What happened?" I asked, looking around in dazed confusion. "Did I faint?"

"Le Petit Mort, Babe," he nodded his head, confirming it, "French for 'The Little Death'. Also known as 'The Doomsday Orgasm'."

Holy shit! I'd finally had my Doomsday Orgasm! Halle-fucking-lujah!!

"Carlos, it was incredible! I don't know how else to describe it. I didn't even know it was possible to feel that good…" I trailed off, still trying to comprehend what I'd just experienced. I knew it had changed me, somehow, forever. "I could fly! I did fly!"

"You've always had the power to fly hidden deep inside you, Babe. You always will. You just need to learn to trust yourself, and listen to the truth inside you. Be who you are. Then nothing and no one can keep you grounded."

"Then I can really be Wonder Woman?"

"Babe--you already are. For real."

Hot damn!

Who knew?