"What?" I asked while looking at Lisa and Taylor incredulously.

"We need a sex sub," Lisa said as if her words were perfectly normal while we all ate breakfast together.

Today was April fourteenth, two thousand eleven. It was a Thursday. Only three weeks had passed since our official "debut," which was Taylor cleaning up gangsters as Weaver without ever showing herself (because she was flying with me a thousand feet above ground). There was a lot of people talking on the local media outlets and on the internet, but overall, nothing had changed.

The PRT agents kept their promise and hadn't come into my territory after I gave them a clear map of it. Instead, they set up listening stations on the edge of it. Clever, clever, clever, eh?

Danny had finally gotten discharged from the hospital, and promptly returned to the DWU with even more zeal. On my end, Lusa and I ended up moving into on the abandoned houses a few doors down from Taylor's.

The Shantytown house on the other hand, was kept as a bolt hole incase shit hit the fan and we needed a place tonlay low.

But today was an odd day, odd in the sense which I didn't wake up Lisa and Taylor with an hour long threesome.

"I just realized this morning how … not tired I am," Taylor groused while she ate her slice of strawberry jam spread fluffy milk bread. "Alvin, you are a demon."

"Is that a compliment?" I asked as I eyed her pregnant belly. It was now definitely noticeable, far more than Lisa's. Unlike Lisa, Taylor didn't have morning sickness. As a result, she ended up being more of my libido's target when I wasn't helping Lisa by the toilet.

And I was really trying. I had gotten more control over myself in these weeks, and instead of the usual six hours of sex that I had once subjected both of them (which was a total of twelve hours a day for me), it was closer to only two hours a day for each of them.

Taylor rolled her eyes and gave me a chaste kiss on my cheeks with her strawberry jam and bread crumb stained lips. I scoffed and wiped it off with a few vector manipulation. "You didn't like it when I showed up with Lisa, Tay." She frowned before shrugging as she relaxed.

"Lisa's been … helpful," she said. "I wouldn't mind another helper."

Lisa glared at Taylor. Unlike Lisa, Taylor had another advantage aside from the absence of morning sickness: she didn't lose her wits while in a stressfully blissful situation that was our long sex sessions. So whenever she got tired, she would pass me off to Lisa more often than not.

I knew that Taylor enjoyed laying with me, but I was a bit too much for everyone.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll go find another girl. But I need somewhere to start, so do either of you have candidates? I assume both of you at least talked about it since Taylor isn't objecting to this."

Lisa stopped eating and her eyes gleamed with mischief. "Well, I met this girl a week ago," Lisa began. "She was a little repressed thing that needs some help. I think she's perfect for our group."

I raised an eyebrow. "What's her name?"

"I don't know-"

"No lying, Lisa."

"Fine, Amelia Lavere."

… Amy? As in Panacea?

"I don't think that's a good idea, Lisa. Going after Panacea -"

"You knew?!" she shouted as she stood up. "Goddamn it, what else do you know?!"

"A lot of things. I'm also a Thinker."

She glared at me before sitting down and grumbling to herself. "Stupid grab-bags. Have too much power. Can't even read you."

I laughed and gave her a kiss on her forehead before giving Taylor a kiss on the lips. "Alright, since neither of you have candidates, I'm just going to go out and have a look. Don't blame me if I bring in some normal girl, alright?"

Lisa just waved me away. "Leave our vaginas alone. That's a gift in and of itself."

"You love it when I don't~!" I sing-sang as I left the house, knowing that both Lisa and Taylor were safe because…

Well, Taylor.

Anyways, the girls both finally left for school and that ended up with being quickly bored out of my mind. Though, my mind did briefly wander to the outfits my girls left the house with today.

Taylor had on a blue plaid Maxi off shoulder dress, the kind that gave off the vintage feel to it and a older southern belle woman would wear. And if my guess was correct, it probably was on of Annette's since it had that old timer quality to it, like you could put it through hell and would come out fine after a wash.

Lisa on the other hand had a black criss cross back overal that came down her knees with a whith long sleeve turtle neck that stopped a few inches under her navel, which in turn showed just enough skin to want to know just smooth her skill felt.

Yeah, my girls were sexy and they knew it. Amd so, it was with and sigh that I left hime and trued to went about my day and tried my best not to sneak onto Arcadia for a quickie with those two.

...

Some of the fun things about vector manipulation was that I could make a bed out of clouds and air, lay down sideways on it, and just cruise around the entire city from up high without even being spotted.

Because who looks up anyway, even after the invention of airplanes? It wasn't like I made sound like airplanes, and I looked like a cloud anyway because I literally sat on a cloud.

I just completed my childhood dream: sitting on clouds.

"... You're a new face."

Startled out of my mind, I jumped up and then scrambled around on top of my cloud bed ?.

There, flying a few dozen yards outside of my range was-.

"Glory Girl?" I asked with a frown. "Aren't you supposed to be in school at this time of the day?"

She grinned at me. "Well, I was, but I saw this suspicious cape flying around suspiciously, so I thought I should investigate."

I raised an eyebrow. "'Suspiciously suspicious,' eh?" I asked sarcastically.

Then her aura hit me. It was like being hit by a soft shockwave that didn't move me physically but affected me mentally.

[Information Management] kicked in, and the very "fear" that I was feeling was dissociated from a stress hormonal response and kept to a more cold and logical level.

"Assaulting someone with your Shaker power, Glory Girl? What would your mother say?"

Her mischievous face immediately turned into a glare. "Did you just threaten me?"

"I threatened to go tell your mom!" I shouted across the distance. Ah, how childish I was shouting at a teenager about tattling to her mom. You know what? Maybe I can get her to come close to me without me going close to her (which she might use as an excuse to take off). Hmm, Glory Girl…Oh, right. Collateral Damage Barbie plus midnight assaulter. "How many crooks did you kill yesterday? One or two?!"

She froze and then looked at me in shock. "What?!"

"I know you go around beating the shit out of thugs! Did you think no one else saw you? How many did you kill yesterday and have your sister clean up for you?!"

"I-I didn't hurt anyone!"

"Uh huh, and your mom's not a lawyer!"

"You stalked me!"

"What?! I did not!"

"I'm going to get you, stalker!"

Ah, so that was her angle. You know, I'm half tempted to master this bitch so I can dominate her. I knew, however, that she was too public and known on the bay's cape scene, and if anything happened to her, then there would be a manhunt. The PRT was sure to make a martyr out of her if they thought it might give them a chance to openly break the Unwritten Rules to go after me and mine.

No, she was too risky to take, her and her sister and their entire team.

Glory Girl sped towards me, and the moment she entered my field of vectors… I stopped her.

"...Huh?" she uttered when she stopped moving. I felt her try to move as her vectors on the surface strained against my control. "What the fuck is going on?!"

"I stopped you," I said as I yawned. "You can't move because I made it so that no movement you make comes to action."

"Let me go, stalker!"

"Argh, just because you call me a stalker doesn't make me a stalker. It's kind of hard to see details on people from up so high, you know?" Then I did let her go. "Go back to school, little girl. You're not ready for what I can do."

I accelerated her away from me, and she flung back out like someone threw her. She spun in the air before she caught herself. She yelled and charged at me again. I sighed, aimed at the ground with my eyes, and teleported away.

As soon as I landed, I looked up and saw Glory Girl punch through the clouds with her entire body, and she looked around in confusion.

I scoffed and walked away.

...

Instead of finding myself a girl, I found trouble. I was just walking around when a bunch of skinheads surrounded me just outside of an alley. I looked at them and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you, boys?" I asked them.

One of them snorted. "Hell yeah, you can. Give us all of your money."

"Don't got none," I said and flipped my pockets inside out. I only wore a t-shirt right now, so I was more or less without any other pockets now.

My response, verbally and physically, threw them off.

"Poor fucker, huh? Alright, I guess since you don't have money, we'll just beat you up."

I sighed.

Why was I running into so much trouble?

"Jack, get him!"

"Yea-! What the -?"

"Shit, cape!"

"ARGH!"

"AH! My legs! My legs!"

"No, no n-!"

Crack! Snap! Crunch!

"H-Hookwolf is gonna fuck up your ass, you mot-"

Pow. Slump.

I wiped the blood from my fists and hands where I used vectors to shear off a man's legs. Everywhere around me, the previously confident bullies were now groaning and bleeding on the ground. After giving all of them one more look, I snorted and walked over the pool of fresh blood and walked away.

I decided following that incident to explore the Docks, because, by that point, I had concluded that I was going to keep running into trouble today, so why not go looking for trouble, right?

While walking around in the most Asiatic parts of the town, I began to notice that people were avoiding me. I looked down at myself while walking and didn't see any blood splatter on me. Was there something on my face that I didn't notice? I wiped at my face and hands came away clean.

And then the trouble I came looking for appeared in the form of a dozen Asian gangsters in red and green.

And what did I say to them?

"Deja vu," I mumbled.

"The fuck you say, white monkey?"

I just smiled before I activated the Butcher's Aura of Pain. All of them collapsed and began to scream. I kept smiling while watching them. I dramatically inspected them like how a man would pick out his meat at the grocery shopping.

That was to say, like most men who don't cook, I decided to randomly pick a gangster and stopped using my power on him.

He scrambled away from me but ran into a wall of vector paused air, and he yelled as the air molecules sliced into his body.

"Go get Lung," I said with a grin and let the air move again. In seconds, he was gone and ran around the edges.

While I waited, I kept up the Aura of Pain.

"You know, I never understood why people join gangs," I said while sitting on one and changing the vectors on the rest to stack them like a pile of human pancakes. "Is it because your friends joined? What they think when they joined a gang? Did you join because it was cool or -?"

"Because we had to live."

I stopped and looked down at the guy I was sitting on. "Say what?"

"I did it to live," the ABB grunt mumbled. "Sister's gonna get whored if I didn't."

… I could understand his reason. He did it to protect his family. "How many of them do it for their families?"

"A few."

"Hmm."

And so I sat waiting for the Asian Tyrant.

I mean, I wasn't getting bitches so I may as well as pop some dragon britches.