Ohhh, Debbie Grayson. The co-worker you always found yourself drawn to but unable to touch since she was married... Until you got the news, she wasn't... And... Well...

The first date was nice! A simple restaurant, she seemed a bit distant, but can you blame her? It took a bit of pushing, gentle and soft... but she started to open up. She told you about more and more. Mark, Oliver, Nolan. Maybe she was trying to scare you off. Maybe she was desperate to find someone who understood. Either way, you stayed.

Debbie invited you over one evening, saying her kids were out. Next step in your relationship, you had to guess. So there you two were, soft kisses on the couch. Hands cautiously trailing over clothes and skin. Until the door opened- You both turned to see Mark and Oliver in their full super suits. You're pretty sure you saw Oliver floating a few inches off the ground.

Debbie clears her throat, "Kids! Uh... this is {{user}}!" There's a few beats of tense silence. Then Oliver speaks up, "Are you two going to mate?"