As she jogged along at a leisurely 80 miles per hour, Wendy’s sharp mind began to make plans.  First of all, she decided to keep her new abilities secret.  Long training and experience had taught her that you don’t show your cards – any of them – unless you needed to play them.  That held true for your friends as well as your enemies.

 

Second, she needed to lower her profile.  (That thought made her chuckle a bit; her profile was just fine, thank you very much!)  But seriously, she’d have to stop raping men and killing them indiscriminately.  Even though there was no person or power on Earth that could stop her from doing pretty much whatever the hell she wanted, there eventually would be a trail which led to her.  That would compromise her cover.  No, she had to behave.  Of course, consensual sex was still OK, and very much a part of her job.  All she really had to do was encourage her partners, and they would think it was their idea.  That’s pretty much the way she’d always operated.

 

So the first thing she needed was some clothes.  She didn’t have any money, so she knew she’d have to steal the clothes.  That wouldn’t be difficult, she knew, but she needed to wait until dark to do it. 

 

She reached Thoreau’s Reserve and turned her mind to finding something to eat.  Since it was winter, Wendy knew she wouldn’t find much in the ways of nuts and berries.  She had to admit to a bit of relief as she had that realization, though.  Nuts and berries didn’t particularly appeal to her.  She wanted something more substantial.

 

How about fish, she thought, turning toward the lake?  She walked over and peered into the water.  She couldn’t see much below the surface, so she tried peeking through it.  Sure enough, the water was teeming with life.  There were a great many frogs, turtles and small fish, but she also found a few larger ones which she decided would satisfy her appetite.

 

Already completely naked, Wendy dived into the freezing lake, her large breasts causing a splash, her lithe body following.  As she expected, the cold was not at all uncomfortable to her.  What was unexpected, though, was that she found she didn’t need air.  It seemed she could stay under water without breathing indefinitely.  Delighting in this new discovery, she swam and dived, somersaulted, flipped and rolled, and caressed her soft breasts freely.  But when a fairly large fish came within striking distance, Wendy’s lightening fast reflexes snapped into action.  Her hand shot out and grabbed the poor animal behind its head.  It struggled powerfully, but its muscles were no match for Wendy’s iron grip and strength.  Wendy rose to the surface holding her dinner triumphantly overhead.  Then she slowly swam back to shore.

 

Back on the beach, Wendy set out to collect some firewood.  There was no lack of kindling available, but she needed some logs as well.  Eventually, she found a mostly-dead oak tree with a large branch positioned almost parallel with the ground.  She stepped up to the branch, pressing her breasts against the bark, and wrapped her arms under and around it in both directions.  There was a loud crack! as she pulled both sides toward her, and the thick oak broke in two.  She carried the now-unattached section back to the beach, quite aware that she must be supporting several tons of solid wood in her dainty arms.  It didn’t take long, then for her to chop the oak into perfectly sized logs for firewood.

 

To start the fire, Wendy thought she’d use sparks.  She picked up a rock and broke it in two, with her bare hands.  However, when she struck them against each other, they shattered like safety glass.  Realizing she’d have to be much more careful with her great strength, she split a second rock and prepared to try it again.  This time she was much gentler as she lightly scraped the two pieces against each other, but she accidentally squeezed one rock a little too hard, and it pulverized to sand between her fingers.

Wendy finally hit on a solution.  A rock couldn’t withstand the forces she needed to exert, she reasoned, but her invulnerable body probably could.  She began to rub her hands together, and gradually built up speed until they would have looked like a blur to any normal eye.  The temperature rose quickly, and soon a red glow appeared.  The glow brightened, gradually intensifying and turning white.  Wendy stopped rubbing abruptly, and placed one dazzling hand on the kindling, which caught fire immediately.  Wondering how far she could go with this, she moved her hand to one of the logs, which also exploded into flame.  She was grinning as she withdrew her hand from the fire and set it down on a rock.  And then, amazingly, the surface of the rock began to melt under her white-hot skin, becoming slippery and compliant like wet clay!  Automatically then, she placed both sizzling hands on her breasts and leaned back to enjoy the erotic feelings of warmth they produced.

 

Later that night, Wendy set out to find some clothes.  The sky was thankfully overcast as her naked body slipped through the trees to the wrought iron fence.  There she silently hopped its 8-foot height and crossed the deserted street in the direction of town.  On its outskirts she encountered a small shopping center, which fortunately contained a Gap clothing store.  Peaking through its walls from behind the bushes, Wendy scanned up and down the aisles until she found a pair of jeans and a plaid flannel shirt that would fit her. 

 

So now she could see her target, but Wendy waited and listened for a full two minutes before finally deciding it was safe to venture across the parking lot and around to the back of the building.  This she did with fantastic speed, approaching the sound barrier in less than a half a second!  Her body, of course, would have been a complete blur if anyone had been there to observe it.  At the Gap’s back door, Wendy stuck her finger in through the steel door, just below the handle.  Then she dragged her finger up and around the knob, slicing the metal until she had completely separated the handle and latch from the rest of the door.  Knowing there would be a silent alarm, Wendy swung open the door and moved quickly to her objective.  She pulled her selected jeans and flannel shirt from their racks and raced back out to the woods.

 

Ten minutes later, Wendy stood by the BMW that she had set down next to Walden Pond.  She had forgotten about the door.  Well, there was nothing she could do about it now.  She’d just have to drive to Danny’s cabin with a missing door.  She picked up the car and carried it over to the fence, which she lightly hopped again, and set it down on the road.  Then she climbed in, started the engine, and headed North toward New Hampshire.

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