Back in Richmond, Vic was already behind the wheel of his city bus, squinting through the rain that lashed his windshield and praying none of the k******e cars zooming past would dare to cut him off. The bus had a long stopping distance in the best of weather; in a downpour like the one drenching the day, he practically drove with one foot on the brake.
The only consolation was that shortly before 12:30, his route would take him close enough to the gym for him to talk telepathically with Matt.
The mental connection they shared was the only superpower Matt’s semen bestowed upon Vic that they’d both miss if it were gone. To be honest, Vic could do without the random changes to his body—fortunately, as the day wore on, most of the powers disappeared, and by early afternoon, Vic’s tattoos we
