By the time Matt had finished his glass of Mad Dog and moved onto his second bottle of beer, Roxie had disappeared and Char had taken up a position at Matt’s side. She was a captive audience, wanting to hear all about Vic, and the more Matt drank, the hornier he grew, so he couldn’t think of anything better to talk about but his lover. More than once he almost let slip something about Vic’s super strength, or the telepathy they shared, or any number of the odd predicaments his lover found himself in thanks to Matt’s uncanny ability to transfer powers to Vic during s*x, but whenever he realized he was about to divulge too much, he silenced himself with another drink from the bottle in his hand.
When that one was empty, Char eagerly went to get him a refill. Matt couldn’t go himself—the ro
