Stella and the Minx #14 – Happy
Daze
Remember those golden
days of the 50s, when crime was low, cars had fins and Chuck Berry was on
the juke box? When kids were well-mannered, women and minorities knew
their place and the Russians were ready to nuke us into ashes any
minute?
Well neither do
I.
But I do remember
the 70s nostalgia for those days, so let’s revisit
that…
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Lycus
May
2008
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Issue 14 –
Happy
Daze
“Amazing!”
“Hmm?”
Stella asked without looking up from her copy of Cosmo.
“My Minx Computer
has started indexing crime data from all over the city and the
suburbs!”
“So?”
“So?
So now I can look patterns and anomalies and anticipate where crimes will
occur as well as identify the factors that prevent crime. Come over
here and look at
this.”
Stella yawned and
looked at the reams of paper the Minx has scattered on her desk. She
feigned
interest.
“In the town
of
“Weird.”
Stella was starting to get
interested.
“Very weird.
That’s just the sort of thing I wrote this program to find. Something
tells me it’s worth checking
out.”
“So you’re
patrolling there
tonight?”
“No, I doubt
the Minx would be able to find out much, but Yvonne Gordon, Mega University
Sociology student just
might…”
***
“So Miss
Gordon…”
“Ms.”
“Right, Miz
Gordon you say you’re doing a paper on our
town?”
“Yes Chief
Wallace, I’m very interested in your crime prevention program.
Why over the last four years serious crime has been rising all over the Megapolis
area but here in Brooksfield it has almost completely disappeared.
How do you do
it?”
“Well Miz,
this is just a good, conservative, middle class town. We mind our own
business, go to church on Sunday and keep out the bad
element.”
“Bad
element?”
“You know,
people who really wouldn’t fit in here. The wrong
crowd.”
The Minx looked
around the all-white police station and realized she had not see a non-white
face since she drove into the town.
“Well I think
every town would want to keep out ‘the wrong element’ how exactly
do you do
it”
“Well Miz we
just keep this place neat and tidy and make sure that the wrong crowd
doesn’t feel welcome here. Most of them just move on. They
know they don’t
belong.”
The Minx nodded
but inside despaired. She had hoped she would find some progressive,
insightful program here, instead she was finding nothing but anachronistic
racism. But it made no sense, people of every race commit crimes, housing
discrimination wouldn’t explain this
mystery.
“But there
is one exception to your record. What about sexual
assault?”
“Well Miz,
we don’t talk about that much here, especially with the fairer sex.
Let’s just say boys will
boys.”
“I see.
But, for example last week a local teacher tied up three college co-eds in
his basement and held them for weeks. Surely that’s a little over
the
top?”
“These things
happen.”
“And before
that the high school librarian was raped by half the swim
team.”
“Young boys
can be awfully high
spirited.”
“And before
that a
housewife-“
“Miz, are you
going somewhere with all of
this?”
“All of these
cases involved ordinary people who suddenly snapped. Surely that
can’t be a
coincidence?”
“Miz, are you
saying I don’t know how to do my
job?”
“No, no of
course not. I’m just
puzzled-“
“Miz, what
we have here is a nice little town. Anywhere you go there are people
who snap, and let me remind you that every time this happens we’ve caught
the man responsible. So what exactly do you want from
me?”
“I, um, thank
you chief, I’ll be going
now.”
Gloria stumbled
out of the police station. What the chief said almost made sense.
Maybe this really was just a slice of heartland America where the only real
crime was from that unpredictable bit of human nature that turned men into
monsters.
But then she looked
up and down the streets. Something was wrong. She just couldn’t
put her finger on
it…
Two men in suits
and fedoras walked by, they looked disapprovingly at her tight hip-hugger
jeans and
tee-shirt.
And then it hit
her.
She was the only
one dressed like someone from the 70s. Everyone else looked more like
they belonged in the Kennedy administration, maybe even the Eisenhower
era. The cars on the street were out-of-date; the fashions looked more
Leave it to Beaver than the Mod Squad and even the hairstyles and ads seemed
out of
date.
She ran for her
red convertible, there was still one more lead to check out. Many of
the mysterious assaults had been linked to the high school. She’d
initially put it down to teen hormones and lack of control but there was
something deeper going on Gloria figured the high school as the
key.
***
“Thank you
for seeing me Principal Nottingham, I know you must be very
busy.”
“Never too
busy to see an attractive woman Miss
Gordon.”
“Ms.”
“Sorry, Ms.
Gordon. Now what exactly are you working on
here?”
Gloria decided not
to mention the rapes. After the police chief’s reaction she figured
it was better to get the lay of the land before she found herself tossed
out of here. “Well I’m working on a paper on juvenal
delinquency.”
“You won’t
find much of that here Ms. Gordon. Maybe some gum-chewing, some tardiness,
but nothing like I hear about at other
schools.”
“Well that’s
sort of the question. What is
“Well that’s
a doozey of a question. Personally I think it comes down to our
relationship with the
students…”
Gloria listened
to the principal drone on for an hour about student-teacher relations, after
school programs and other ordinary concerns. She didn’t hear anything
out-of-the-ordinary, just a middle-aged man proud of what he’d
accomplished.
Finally “Would
you mind if I took a look around the school? Take some
notes?”
“No, please,
go right ahead.” He opened the door and waved to a passing
student. “Don? Don, why don’t you show Ms. Gordon here
around? She’s doing a paper on our
school.”
Don was a redheaded
freckled boy with an infectious grin, wearing a school sweater and a bow
tie. Like everything else in this town he looked more like someone
from the fifties than the
seventies.
“Sure thing!
Gosh this will sure be
swell!”
The Minx endured
another hour of trivialities. She heard about the basketball team’s
record, the sock hop, going to the drive-in, getting malteds at the soda
fountain and all the other things that she thought were long-gone from modern
She just didn’t
get it.
“Hey, uh, just
one more thing Miss
Gordon.”
“Ms.
Gordon.” The Minx corrected reflexively.
“Miss.”
Don
repeated.
“Miss…”
the Minx said
slowly.
“That’s
right. Miss Gordon, or why don’t I just call you
Yvonne.”
“Call me
Yvonne.” She said
blankly.
“Or even better,
Honeytits.”
“Honeytits…”
“In fact why
don’t you show me those honey-tits now
Honeytits.”
“OK.”
She peeled off her tight tee-shirt and dropped it on the floor. She
wasn’t wearing a bra under
it.
“Nice.”
They walked down
the hall and up the stairs. They passed other students but no one gave
the topless girls a second
look.
“Oh and we
don’t allow jeans in this school, against the dress code. Sneakers
either.”
“OK.”
Without breaking stride the Minx slipped out of her sneakers, letting them
fall down the steps and unbuttoned her bell-bottom jeans. They fell
gracefully to her ankles and she stepped out of them.
Don watched her
ass move under her skimpy black panties. He could barely contain his
erection
now.
He opened the door
labeled ‘storage room’ and led the brunette
inside.
The room was decked
out with red velvet wall paper, a heart-shaped waterbed and a mirror on the
ceiling. Don climbed on it and sprawled out. All the time the
girl he called Honeytits stood there, her eyes blank, her jaw
slack.
Don grinned and
gestured ‘come
here’.
The Minx found herself
echoing his grin. She was looking at the teen with new eyes; she suddenly
realized he was the smartest, sexiest, most attractive man she had ever
seen!
She slowly peeled
off her silky black panties, moaning when the cold air hit her already-wet
pussy. She leaned over the teen and unzipped his fly. His small
dick stood up like a six-inch flagpole. It looked so… so
delicious. She wrapped her luscious lips around it and gave it a
lick.
“Whoa there
Honeytits. You don’t want me going off early do
you?”
“No…”
“No?”
“No
sir.”
“That’s
right, now get on baby, I’m gonna give you a ride like you never
had.”
“Mmm…
I can’t wait… I’m already
wet.”
“I know you
are baby, that’s how you women’s libbers are, all stuck up and
uptight but what you really need is a hot cock inside
you.”
Gloria straddled
the teen, guiding his dick into her wet snatch.
“Uh…” She moaned as she sank onto
it.
“Feels good
huh, best you’ve ever had
huh?”
And as soon as he
said it, it
was.
“Now up and
down Honeytits, that’s right, and hey why don’t you play with those
fun bags, show me how hot I make
you.”
Gloria clutched
her tits and kneaded them, oh it felt so
good.
“And you know,
why don’t you tell me some of that women’s lib bullshit you
believe.”
“Oh, a woman
needs a
man…”
“Really?”
“L-like a fish
needs a
bicycle…”
“Heh.
That’s
funny.”
***
“Gloria?
Are you home? You’ll never believe what happened at the school
today; remember that track coach I told you about? Well he asked me
out! It’s just for coffee but he’s kind of cute so maybe…
Gloria?
Gloria?”
No
answer.
“Weird, isn’t
it a bit early to go out on patrol? Oh
well.”
She flipped on the
TV and opened up this month’s
Cosmo.
***
“So tell me
Honeytits, want to move here? I could get you a job as a roller-skate
waitress at Albert’s or come to think of it the school needs a new librarian
after that thing with the swim
team.”
“Mmm…”
“You got anyone
in Megapolis? Anyone who’d miss
you?”
“Mmm…”
She was on her knees between his legs. She licked his limp dick a few
more times trying to coax it back to life, and switched to her nimble
fingers. Don could feel it starting to stir again.
“Well?
Got anyone who’d miss
you?”
“Mmm, I do.
My roommate and my dad. Plus I have a lot of responsibilities.
I think people would notice.” She licked his dick
again.
“That’s
a shame. You’re a hot chick but probably not worth the hassle.
Oh well, there’s plenty of home-grown beauties here in Brooksfield.
Besides I’d probably get tired of hearing your women’s lib
bull.”
He could feel his
dick was hard again he smiled. “Bend over Honeytits, before I
send you back I’m gonna ream that stick out of your
ass.”
The Minx obediently
turned and presented her ass in the air. She sighed
contently.
***
The Minx stepped
out of the elevator. It was one in the morning and she was
exhausted. That trip to Brooksfield had left her more exhausted than
a night of fighting street gangs. She decided to skip patrolling tonight,
just take a shower and hit the
sack.
“Hey Gloria,
where were you? I thought you’d be back by
six?”
“Huh, yeah
I was… I was…” Gloria couldn’t remember what
she’d been doing. But it couldn’t be that important.
In fact she knew it wasn’t. “Brooksfield is an ordinary
town.” She said
emphatically.
“Um right.
I didn’t ask that though, I just wanted to
know-“
“An ordinary
town. There’s nothing to say about it. Ordinary.”
“Gloria are
you
OK?”
“I’m taking
a shower, I feel
filthy.”
“OK, um, see
you
later.”
The Minx pulled
off her clothes and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Black and blue marks
dotted her neck. “Hickies?” She looked at her neck,
they certainly looked like hickies, and they weren’t just on her neck
either. They were on her breasts too. And her ass hurt.
But…
“Brooksfield
is an ordinary town” she repeated without thinking. “Nothing
unusual happened
there.”
She froze. Her
detective’s eyes caught it. A hint of red in the brown patch between
her legs. She pulled the hair out. Short, curly, red. She
smelled it,
cum.
“Oh my
God.”
***
“Gloria are
you sure about this? I mean maybe you just met a guy
and-”
“Forgot I had
sex?
“What?
No I just… I wasn’t
thinking.”
The two were in
the air headed for
Brooksfield.
“I tried to
remember what happened but everything becomes hazy around the time Don started
showing me around the school. Don the
redhead.”
“So you think
he hypnotized you
somehow?”
“No, hypnosis
can’t make someone do something outside of their
nature.”
Stella opened her
mouth to say something but closed it
quickly.
“This is something
more powerful, more like telepathy or mind
control.”
“Like Venus
Girl in the Legion of Stellar
Heroes.”
“Who?”
“Oh she’s
a member of this club I belong to in the
future.”
“A future superhero
club? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Any way, the point
is there is evidence that a certain percentage of the population are born
with innate psychic abilities, they can predict cards or bend spoons and
so on. Maybe Don has some superior version of
that.”
“But what can
we
do?”
“I have his
address from the phone book. He has to sleep sometime; we’ll surprise
him and give him a chance to come
clean.”
“What if he
tries to control
us?”
“I doubt he
can control both of us, besides now that I know what to expect, I doubt
he’ll even be able to control
me.”
“But then
what? I mean how do you keep a guy like that in jail? Is mind
control even a
crime?”
“Um…
we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it.”
***
The motorcycle pulled
into the diner and the leather-clad rider hopped off. Kids got out
of his way as he swaggered
in.
His icy blue eyes
surveyed the scene; he picked two and snapped his
fingers.
Two girls in poodle
skirts giggled, walked away from their boyfriends and snuggled up to the
cool guy. He put his hands on their asses and led them outside to the
alleyway.
“Ayyy”
he muttered as he peeled their panties
off.
***
“What the
heck?”
“Don’t
move Don or you’ll get a tranc dart in your
face.”
Don tried to focus
his eyes. He’d been riding that biker kid tonight. Extending
his power, using the biker as his puppet to give some stuck-up girls at school
their much needed reaming. He liked riding other people for sex, even
more than doing it himself. It kept suspicion away from him and let
him try stuff he’d never dare do
himself.
Then something had
woken him up. A brunette in a mink coat aiming her arm at him.
She looked kind of
familiar.
“Who-“
“Tell me about
Yvonne Gordon. Tell me what you did to
her.”
“What, I –
hey, wait a minute you’re her! You’re
Honeytits!”
“I-“
The Minx’s hand shook. She tried to flick her wrist to fire the
tranc dark but nothing happened, she couldn’t
move.
“Hot socks!
You’re the Minx! I banged the
Minx!”
“N-no…”
The Minx tried to move, to run, to speak, she couldn’t. She just
couldn’t. “Stella…” She
muttered.
“Stella?
She’s here
too?”
BOOM! Don’s
bedroom wall shattered and the girl of the stars was there hovering
outside.
“Let her
go!” The blonde
yelled.
“No.”
“OK.”
Stella drifted into the bedroom and demurely sat down on the bed. The
Minx blanched, she wanted to scream, to cry, just to flick her damn wrist
and fire the tranc dart but she couldn’t do any of those things.
She was lucky she could still
think.
“Don?
Don, what was
that?”
“Nothing mom,
just a branch hitting the
window.”
“OK Don, good
night.”
“Good night
mom.”
He looked over at
his prizes and
smiled.
“Stella.
Damn. I mean the Minx, wow but Stella… Take off your
shirt.”
“Okay…”
She said vaguely. She undid her yellow belt and opened the fly of her
hotpants. She pulled out the tails of her blue blouse and pulled it
over her head. The blouse and cape fell to the
floor.
The Minx fumed,
still paralyzed and helplessly watching her friend’s
humiliation.
“Huh, your
breasts are kind of
small.”
“Um, yeah,
they’re not as nice as the Minx’s. She’s so lucky;
she’s all sexy and glamorous and gets all the
guys.”
“She does have
nice tits, show me them again
Honeytits.”
The Minx
shrugged. She lowered her arm, unbuttoned her trademark coat and let
it fall around her shoulders. She slowly slid it down exposing her
lacy black bra and full breasts barely concealed within. She opened
the catch between her breasts and let the bra fall open. Don practically
drooled.
“C-come
here.”
The Minx slinked
up to the skinny teen and pressed her breasts against his pajama top.
She licked his neck.
“Now you come
here Stella. Guess I need a new name for you too, how about
Sugartwat?”
Stella giggled and
crawled up the bed to join him. “I’m gonna fuck Stella
that’s like a million times better than just fucking the
Minx…”
“I wouldn’t
do that if I were you…” The Minx teased in a sing-song
voice.
“Huh?”
“Think about
it bright boy, woman of steel… man of tissue paper…”
She made a gesture with her fingers of something getting
squished.
“No
way… Hey Sugartwat is that
true?”
“Um… sort
of…”
“Holy shit,
holy shit.” He looked at the Minx again. Why tell me
that? Why not just let me get squished between her
legs?”
The Minx had to
think for a second, why had she told that? “I… uh…
no…”
“Come on…
tell your Uncle Donny, honest
now.”
“I… I’m
sick and tired of it. She has all these god-like powers and everyone
looks at her like some kind of super girl, but she isn’t. She’s
just a scared little kid, desperate for attention. I’m the one
who has to do all the thinking.” The Minx nibbled on Don’s
ear, enjoying his reaction. “She likes to watch you
know.”
“Watch?”
“Yeah, she
watches me with her x-ray eyes, watches me with men. I think she touches
herself while I do it. Pathetic
really.”
The blonde started
to cry. “N-no…
Gloria…”
“That true
Sugartwat?”
“P-please…”
“Is
it?”
Stella sobbed.
“Y-yes… I watched but it’s her fault. Gregg liked
me and she stole
him…”
Don laughed,
“That’s funny. You two are a riot.” He put his
arms around the Minx and pulled her into his lap. He could feel the
warmth building between her legs. She continued kissing his neck and
running her hands over his
body.
“Oh yeah Honeytits,
you want me don’t you? You love
me.”
“Mmm love
you…” the Minx muttered, meaning every
word.
“You too Sugartwat,
you want me
too.”
Stella moved forward
a bit but Don held up his hand. “Nope, just watch from there.
You use this if you want.” He tossed her a steel golf club from
beside the
bed.
“Puh-please…”
Tears welled up in Stella’s eyes. Her hands clutched her breasts
and an agonizing look of frustration filled her face. But Don just
pointed to the golf club again. Stella reluctantly nodded and peeled
off her hotpants. The handle was two inches wide and coated in
rubber. She winced as she pulled it inside her pussy. She grabbed
the middle of the club and pulled it in and out her face a mask of misery
and
humiliation.
But the Minx’s
face was filled with a look of pure lust. She kissed Don’s lips
and straddled him. He peeled off her black silky panties and pulled
out his meager member. She parted her legs, eager to receive him but
he held up a finger to say
stop.
The Minx looked
disappointed but Don moved his finger in a ‘u-turn’ gesture and
she understood. The Minx turned around on the bed and raised her ass
in the air. Don planted his hands on her butt cheeks and parted them,
exposing the Minx’s small pink asshole. He stuck a finger in and
wiggled it; it was nice and tight in there. He pulled out the finger
with a loud pop and stuck it in the Minx’s mouth. She licked it
eagerly. She smiled up at Stella, smug in her position while the blonde
tried to bring herself to orgasm with a golf
club.
“UH!”
She gasped when Don entered her. Without lubrication it hurt, but she
faked a moan of pleasure. It was the least she could do, she loved
him so much. She pushed back against his pelvis with all her strength,
taking him in deeper and
deeper.
CRUNCH!
Stella’s face
turned into a mask of despair. She’d crushed the steel golf club
between her legs. She started to
cry.
Don couldn’t
help it. He
laughed.
The Minx laughed
too.
Stella just cried
and pulled out the ruined steel
rod.
“Hey Sugartwat,
use your fingers!” The crying blonde helplessly
complied.
Don thrust into
the Minx again and the brunette faked another moan of pleasure. The
thrust twice more and the Minx felt something warm and wet inside her ass.
Don sighed contently and pulled out his flaccid dick. He lay back on
the bed, closed his eyes and sighed
deeply.
The Minx felt the
tendrils in her mind slip a bit. She still had to obey him but once
again her thoughts were own. She knew she had to make the most of it
while she could, and make sure he didn’t try to reassert him
control.
In the corner Stella
continued to furiously masturbate. If his control over her had slipped
at all she was showing no signs of
it.
She slinked up to
him pressing her nude body against his pj’s. She moaned
contently. “Mmm, such a good lover…” She
purred.
“Aw
shucks. Well I’ve had a lot of practice
y’know.”
“Mmm, a guy
like you, you must
have.”
“Yeah, since
my powers kicked in, I can have any girl I want. Make them do anything
I want. ‘Course I don’t do that too much, I’m like you,
I use my powers for
good.”
“Mmm, so
good.” The Minx purred, stroking his flaccid dick with her long
delicate fingers and kissing his
chest.
“Yeah, it all
started when I was like 12. I found I could feel what people are thinking
and kind of push them. So like, these black kids at school were picking
on me, so I got rid of them, it was easy. Just convinced their families
they shouldn’t be here. Then like the girls at school started
wearing these nasty clothes, well I put a stop to that. I really like
old movies and TV shows. That’s how things ought to
be.”
“Mmm, saving
the
world.”
“Well not the
world, not really. I can only control minds for about a 30 mile
radius. But it’s enough for the town. And once people see
how things are, they’ll want to be like us. I just know
it.”
“Mmm, and the
girls?”
“Well you
know. Boys will be boys right? Besides they really want it.
I can
tell.”
“Mmm, I want
it now…” The Minx locked her lips over his flaccid shaft.
She had to keep him distracted for a bit more. Not much longer
now.
“Mmm”
she purred, Don’s hand clutched her hair and pulled tight, she could
feel his muscles
clench.
“AH!”
The deafening cry echoed through the room, followed by a terrible crash.
Stella, after a long, hard struggle, had finally cum. Her leg jerked,
the floor collapsed under them and all three
fell.
Stella was covered
in bricks and wreckage and just huddled into a fetal position and cried in
shame. The Minx and Don were sprawled on the bed covered in
dust.
“Whoa, what
the heck-“ Don stopped talking, because the Minx was choking
him.
“Bastard!
Bastard! I’ll fucking ki-… I mean… I mean… I love
you!” She let go of his throat and wrapped her arms around him
kissing his freckled face enthusiastically. Don just
panted.
The Minx could feel
him inside, not controlling her like a puppet but playing with her emotions,
her motivations, making her want to love him, want to help him. A plan
began to form in her
mind.
“Whoa, that
was close. How’d you do
that?”
“Oh it was
easy, you know how it is when women cum, screaming, kicking, writhing.
Well imagine someone as powerful as Stella. It’s like an a-bomb
going off. I’m surprised the house is still
standing.”
“Don?
What was that
noise?”
“NOTHING
MOM! Just dropped something. Go back to
sleep.”
“Good night
son.”
“Wow, oh
wow. I mean, far out.
Wow.”
The Minx whispered
in his ear. “She can crush you like a bug you know. And
I’ll be on top of you the second your control slips.” She
kissed him and snuggled close. “The
second.”
“Whoa, I gotta
get rid
of-“
“Get rid of
us? No so smart. What happens when Astroman and the whole Defending
League of Justice comes looking for
us?”
“Then what
can
I-“
“Let us go.
Just let us
go.”
“But
you’ll-“
“Not if you
erase our memories lover boy. And not that sloppy job you did with
me, I mean the real thing. I’ll come up with something even I’ll
never figure
out.”
“Really?
But
why?”
“Because I
love you Don, I love you with all my heart and I know this just isn’t
the right thing for
you.”
“OK Minx,
OK. But before you go there’s just one
thing…”
***
The Minx woke up
the next morning, her body sore all over. It was already light out.
She crawled out of bed. She hadn’t felt this bad since that night
with the Green
Golfer.
Stella was already
finishing breakfast. “Hey sleepyhead, finally
up?”
“Yeah.
More or
less.”
“I could have
told you sitting in a tree all night wasn’t a good idea. Shame
about the branch
breaking.”
“Yeah.”
“And it was
all a waste too, nothing suspicious at all about
“Nope, just
an ordinary peaceful town with nothing
suspicious.”
“No reason
to ever think of it again
really.”
“No.
None.”
“Right.
Any cereal
left?”
***
Don pulled into
the driveway. The contractor was already working on his house; it would
be back to normal by the end of the week. And in the meantime he’d
make sure no one even noticed.
He took out the
envelope and flipped through the pictures again. Stella masturbating
with an aluminum bat. The Minx with his cock up her ass. The
Minx licking cum off her fingers. He’d gotten old Mr. Wicker to
open his photo studio last night and take them. It sucked; he’d
never be able to show them to anyone, but wow. They were so worth
it.
It was a shame to
let them go, but the Minx was right, they were way too dangerous. Besides
there was plenty of talent in town
already.
***
Kimberly drove into
the diner’s parking lot. Brooksfield seemed like a pretty boring
town. Just another stop as the tall blond
She slid into a
booth and ordered a chicken salad.
She watched the
men in suits and fedoras walk by. Housewives with groceries and
kids. High school boys in letter jackets and girls in long skirts.
And one red-headed
boy who kept staring at her and
smiling.
She ended up sitting
and watching all
day.
Her eyes kept straying
to help wanted sign behind the diner counter.
Law school forgotten,
she took the
job.
Afterword
No points for guessing what this story
was a parody of. Actually I’d planned on including a lot more Happy
Days stuff but once I started writing it just got too distracting.
Anyway the whole 50s nostalgia thing really is pretty creepy when you remember
those were still the days of Jim Crow and McCarthyism. But then again
who ever thought we’d have nostalgia for the 70s? Now that was
a shitty decade. Inflation, war, terrorism, glad we don’t have any of
that stuff these
days.
Anyway so this was two stories in a row
with mind control, but hey, there are some things that never get old and
mind-controlled heroines are one of
them.
Agree? Disagree? Bored?
Let me
know.
Marcus
Lycus
Next
issue: All out action as a shadowy government conspiracy targets Stella!
Plus the return of a certain red-caped character. Don’t miss
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