The race...

This is what I saw as she took her "detour". Her increase in speed tore the rest of her clothes away. I couldn't believe it. Of course, after that never saw her. If it were any other metahuman, I'd say "okay", but this is Blogger. She cheated. Her north route in South America is clearly to cut time. She cheated, plain and simple. I really think that I deserve a rematch. Or at least be able to time her around the real course. I wonder how long she actually waited for me?

Also, I wasn't THAT out of breath. I wasn't! Blogger exaggerates.

She also shows off. GEEZ, she such a show off! I like it, however, I wish she'd do it more! I wish she'd be with me more. Her body is perfect against mine. Her body feels solid and her skin is perfect. So hard, yet so wondrfully soft. I can smell her and it makes me hunger for her. Her tongue knows exactly how much pressure works. I wonder if she's reading my mind when she does the things she does to me. She is a Goddess, but I've told you this. Time to pit Goddess against magic.

Time to hire the magic girl. This has gone too far. I already knew she was powerful, but I gave it all I had today. She looked like she could do it a couple more times. Why do I feel reluctant?