Free Meta Zero One by Martin J Moss Page B

at. She was as famous for her sexual appetite as she was for her powers, but her most recognisable assets, or features, or pair of features were her chest.
     
      As she walked in, and sat down, Margaret just could not take her eyes off the eye wateringly beautiful breasts that had proceeded her into the room. It was not just that they were big, which they were, nor was not just that they were gravity defying, which they were, no it was that somehow they were the perfect size, the perfect shape, and had just the right amount of natural bounce.
     
      Margaret, who to that day had never had a homosexual thought, well no more than a thought anyway, wanted nothing more than to touch them then and there.
     
      She found the whole thing bizarrely upsetting.
     
    It was made worse by the fact that the Warrior Queen clearly knew, and clearly enjoyed the effect she was having on Margaret.
     
      She'd grinned hugely, crossed her legs, folded her arms under her chest, which made the effect worse, or better depending on your perspective, and started to talk.
     
    "Do you know who I am Margaret?" she'd asked, "you obviously recognise me, or at least your recognise  my tits from somewhere, judging by the fact that you can't seem to take your eyes off them."
     
    "Sorry," Margaret had pulled her eyes away with some difficulty, and looked down at her notebook self consciously, "you're The Warrior Queen. I assume that Gwen Stevie is not your real name."
     
    "No, my real name is long, complicated and ancient, you would not be able to pronounce it, Christ even I struggle sometimes, so Gwen will do for now. It's what my friends call me anyway."
     
      "O.k. Gwen," Margaret smiled, "what can I do for you?"
     
    "Well," Gwen started to relax, she leaned back on the chair, which made her breasts heave appealingly, "I have no intention of killing myself if that's what you are worried about."
     
    "I don't know what you mean," Margaret lied, was this a test, it had to be, she would not have put it past the FBi to set a trap, just to see how good she was at keeping her mouth shut.
     
    "Yes you do," and she had laughed, the sound was like golden chocolate washing over Margaret, how had the Guardian not wanted to sleep with this woman, she wondered, I'd like to. "You know what I am talking about, John of course, there is no need to pretend. He killed himself in this very room last week, we both  know  it, all the League of Heroes know it. Well almost all, we haven't told Giganto, he is just too mentally unstable to handle the news right now. After that split personality thing last year, we are just not sure what he would do to himself or to the rest of us. So other than Giganto, we all know about it, how do you think I got your name?"
     
    "Right, not as well kept a secret as I thought, but never mind, so do you want to talk about it?" Margaret picked up her pen and started to write.
     
    "No, not really, and I would rather you didn't take an notes please," Gwen had said, "I know you can keep a secret, after all you currently have the biggest secret in the world inside your head and you seem to be handling it well enough. No, I know you can keep a secret, but I don't want any record of my visits, or what we talk about, so no notes please."
     
      Margaret had put her note book down, folded her hands on her lap and said, "Did you love him?"
     
      Again Gwen laughed, "Love John, no, he was a arrogant, ignorant, superior prick. Did I want to fuck him, yes, did I want to have dinner with him, or have his children, no, never. To be honest with you I hated him. In my opinion the world is a far better place without him, it's less safe, yes, but still better."
     
      "So what's bothering you, why are you here?"
     
      "I want to talk about me, not him, I need some help."
     
    "Ok."
     
    The Warrior Queen had gone on to explain that she had been born on a small island in the Pacific ocean, the location of which was a fiercely guarded