It was way too late for me to be out and about. I was way
too old to be dressing up in black spandex and a domino mask and go running
around in the bad end of town. I was way too out of my depth to be hiding in a
warehouse trying to do some kind of sting operation on a drug deal. I should
have been back at my apartment, studying for my finals. But that was the thing
about being a college student living on your own, your parents weren’t there to
force you to be good. At twenty-one, I shouldn’t need my parents to do that
anyway. But then, I also shouldn’t have mysteriously gained the power to
psychically control penises.
You heard me.
In a world where it seems like one in every million people
end up with crazy super powers, that still leaves… uh… wait how many people are
there in the world? Six-point-three billion or something? So, that still leaves
several thousand people with super powers running around. And I’m one of them.
And I get something ridiculous like being able to give men boners with just a
thought. Still, I’ve heard of worse. There was that one crook who got the power
to change the color of their skin. He thought he could use it to camouflage
himself. He didn’t think about the fact that his clothes didn’t change with
him.
