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Subject: *SG1: Supergirl Arises From The Abyss - sg2.txt [1/1]

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         A Supergirl Arises From The Abyss

          I  sat on the bed in the dorm room, with  the
    telephone  in  my hand.  I couldn't stop  my  hands
    from  shaking. My first day with the  earth  people
    had been a disaster.
         I typed a number into the phone's keypad.  The
    only  thing  I learned about so far in  this  crazy
    world was how to use a phone.
         "Hello. Daily Planet."
         "Is Clark there?"
          "Now listen, Miss Lee, you can't keep calling
    like  this.  I told you I'd tell Mr. Kent that  you
    called. Now, Bye."  Click.
         I felt a wave of desperation overwhelm me.
          I  crushed the receiver in my hand  and  just
    wept.   I didn't understand anything here.  I could
    barely  even  speak the language.  Fellow  students
    asked  about  my accent, and I couldn't  tell  them
    where  I came from.  A young man wanted to walk  me
    back to the dorm, and I accidentally knocked him to
    the  ground;  I didn't even understand my own  body
    or my strength.
         I didn't even know how to kill myself.

          About  four  weeks ago, the last  society  of
    Krypton  perished. A thousand Kryptonian  refugees,
    who   had  lived  for  twenty-five  years   on   an
    inhospitable   asteroid under a  red  sun,  finally
    succumbed.  I was one of many desperate  people  in
    Argo City, all struggling against our fate.  I  was
    poor, hungry, and terrorized.
         But I also knew love.
          I had many friends whose love became stronger
    as  the end neared. We sang often and danced  until
    we  could  barely stand, when we finally  collapsed
    and  cried in each other's arms.  That was  how  we
    stayed sane.
          And I had my father, Zor'el, who always tried
    his  best  to  protect  me from  harm.   My  father
    promised  me that I would live, and he  worked  day
    and night during those final days and hours to keep
    that  promise.  That was how he stayed sane, making
    my  life  his purpose. When my father said that  he
    would save me by building a ship and sending me  on
    the  path  that Jor'el sent his son on  many  years
    ago,  I  kissed  him  and gratefully  accepted  the
    chance to live.
          Four weeks ago, our asteroid collided with  a
    meteor  shower.   We had seen it  coming  weeks  in
    advance, yet could only watch.
          I  saw my people die.  I sat in the spaceship
    and  wondered why I was alive.  I should have  been
    with them.  I should have been with my father.  Why
    did I ever want to live through this?
          I  was  in  shock for about  a  week  as  the
    spacecraft  rushed  towards a  small  blue  planet.
    Nothing  could've prepared me for  that  trip.   My
    life,  my  culture, my people, my  universe—erased.
    And  I  was spinning in space in a tiny, black  box
    towards a place that existed only in legend. I  was
    drowning in emptiness, and disintegrating into  the
    void.
          When my spaceship crashed on earth, a man  in
    red and blue was already there at the site.  It was
    Kal'el, the son of Jor'el.  He called himself Clark
    and Superman. The legend took my shell of a person,
    brought me to his home, and helped me learn how  to
    live again.
          He  taught me simple things about  Earth  and
    tried to teach me English, but I couldn't pay  much
    attention.  My life was in shambles.  He  tried  to
    lighten   my   spirits  by  showing  me   what   we
    Kryptonians could do on Earth; I was amazed, but  I
    knew  my  new powers couldn't reverse the holocaust
    that claimed my spirit if not my body.
          Two  days ago, Kal'el enrolled me in a school
    called  "Metropolis University" and told me that  I
    would live there, now.  Just like that!
         "I don't understand these people", I told him.
          "You need to learn," he replied, as though my
    life  had undergone a minor change. "Just remember,
    your  name is Linda Lee, and always wear  the  wig.
    Try to do what you see others doing. I'm sorry, but
    I am going to have to leave you alone for now."
          Kal'el  had  helped  me overcome  my  culture
    shock.   He  understood my problems and my  beliefs
    and  some of my language.  But Kal'el wasn't  here,
    and  I  wasn't ready to step into this alien world.
    Maybe I would never be ready.

          Mary turned the dimmer switch and flooded the
    dorm  room  with light.  The intense  sensation  of
    light overwhelmed my weary eyes.
         "Damn, Linda, what did you do to the phone?"
          Mary was my roommate.  Mary and I did not hit
    it off very well.
         For one thing, Mary was black, and I had never
    seen  a  black person before.  Kryptonians all  had
    pale  skin  and  blue eyes.  I was shocked  at  the
    variety of people who lived at this college.
          When  I didn't reply to Mary's question about
    the  phone,  Mary shook her head. "All right,  I'll
    tell the office that it was broke already.  Really,
    girl, you've gotta get a grip."
          Mary grabbed a few things off her dresser and
    hurried to leave.  She stopped with the door  half-
    open  and  glanced at me.  Then she shook her  head
    and left.
          I wanted to say good-bye, but I was afraid to
    say  anything.  I  was afraid of  making  any  more
    mistakes.
         I turned down the lights, again, and wanted to
    just hide, but I couldn't stop the chaos all around
    me.   A  million voices were speaking  all at once,
    and I couldn't stop them, even by covering my ears.
    When  I  closed  my eyes, I could  see  through  my
    eyelids  and  into the next room.  I couldn't  tell
    Mary  about that.  Would she understand?  She would
    think I was insane.  I was begining to believe that
    I was.
          Someone  was hitting the apartment  door.   I
    covered  my ears.  I wanted to shrink. I wanted  to
    disappear.  The  banging started again.   I  looked
    through  my tears, and I looked through  the  door,
    but all I saw was a skeleton.
          Kal'el stepped in from behind the door, and I
    think I flew over to him.  I held on to him like  I
    held  to my father when my mother died. "Kal'el,  I
    can't  bear it here another minute!" I said in  our
    native language.
         "Shh.  Call me Clark and speak in English."
          My  heart winced hatred towards him.  He  was
    the  only  person who could help  me,  and  yet  he
    forced me to be an impostor, even with him.  But  I
    could see his concern, so my heart opened up again.
          "I  can't  talk this English well."  I  said,
    trying to voice just one of my frustrations.
          He  hugged me with one arm and sat me  beside
    him on the bed.
         "It's OK, really. Earth has many languages you
    can  hide behind. Tell people you come from a small
    village  in Hungary.  I've checked it out—very  few
    Hungarians  go  to  school here,  and  your  accent
    sounds vaguely hungarian. Say 'Linda Lee' is a name
    you adopted for America.  If you want, you can tell
    them your real name; I don't think most people will
    know  the  difference between an  Hungarian  and  a
    Kryptonian name. But you should use the name 'Linda
    Lee'.  People will know you are trying to fit in."
          I  shook  my head.  "People don't know  me  a
    bit...   And I don't control myself.  I could  hurt
    people." I grabbed my wig and threw it on the floor
    in disgust.
         He picked the wig up, carefully put it back on
    my  head  and  began stroking the long brown  hair.
    "You  may not believe this, but some other students
    are  having similar problems.  This school has many
    foreign  students,  and many  are  having  as  much
    trouble with this culture and language as you  are.
    You need some stability in your life right now, and
    so do many of the other students here.
         I shook my head in doubt.
          "Of  course," he continued, "you have special
    problems,  but  you have special  advantages,  too.
    Be  careful  about your new powers.  Try  to  limit
    physical   contact   until  you   understand   your
    strength.   You  might  practice  holding   animals
    before holding a friend's hand."
         I felt more relaxed with him here and with his
    advice.  He  had obviously thought a lot  about  my
    situation, even when he wasn't with me.
         I asked him to stay longer.
          "I'm  sorry,  but  I have  to  be  someplace.
    Several places, really."
          But  he stayed for about an hour longer,  and
    although  I  dreaded  his departure,  I  felt  more
    confident that I could handle my new life at  least
    another day.

          For  a second night, I couldn't sleep in  the
    dorm.  I  could hear voices from the party  on  the
    second  floor merging with the moans of love making
    down  the hall.  This time I didn't just lie  there
    and  bear  it.  I left the dorm with a blanket  and
    decided to sleep in the lounge of the library.  The
    library was open all night, but a librarian told me
    I  couldn't  sleep there. All the  other  buildings
    were locked.  I was so tired and frustrated, I just
    walked  out  into the woods beside  the  campus.  I
    slept  at  the  foot of a tree  on  a  mattress  of
    leaves.
          While  relaxing and preparing  for  sleep,  I
    looked  at  the sliver of the earth's moon  through
    the  tops of the trees.  Back home, we had a  patch
    of  woods;  the  smell of life and  the  sounds  of
    animals   and  the  gentle  breezes  all  felt   so
    familiar.  But we didn't have a moon.  I felt  like
    I belonged here, in the woods, and the moon was the
    outsider.
          With  this  thought, sleep claimed  my  tired
    soul, and pleasant dreams filled my night.

          I  awoke  to the songs of birds.  Bird  songs
    were  one  of  the few things about  Earth  that  I
    really liked. The bright yellow sun illuminated the
    sky  from an unseen horizon, and dew covered my bed
    of leaves.
           I  stood  up,  stretched  and  yawned,  and,
    amazingly, I felt really good.
          I  brushed off my pajamas and headed  for  my
    dorm.
          A  few dozen of the fifteen thousand students
    were trudging quietly about campus.  I guessed that
    the rest were asleep.
          Several  people stared at me.   I  must  have
    stood  out  in  by wearing pajamas and  carrying  a
    blanket.  I didn't care.
          I  took  the stairs instead of the  elevator.
    One  glance through the stairs above showed me that
    I  was  the lone occupant. I felt a little playful,
    and  I slowly hovered up the stairwell.  Kal'el had
    made  it  seem easy, but I was bumping against  the
    walls  and  banisters as I rose. It  was  my  first
    time,  and I couldn't help giggling like  a  little
    child doing something naughty but wonderful.
          But  when  I landed, I felt a wave  of  guilt
    shake my body, as though a thousand deaths paid for
    each  smile  on my face. I paused for a moment  and
    remembered a few of my father's last words  to  me,
    "You've  always lived in fear of death,  Kara,  and
    just  once I'd like to see you smile a truly  happy
    smile."   I felt dizzy as my father's sacred  words
    battled a thousand cries of blame.
          I  walked down the hall and met Mary  getting
    dressed in our dorm room.
          "Where were you, girl?" She said, looking  at
    my dirty pajamas and ruffled hair.
          I  didn't  know what to tell her, so  I  just
    said, "Hi, Mary."
          She  shook her head.  "You gonna get yourself
    raped, running around dressed like that."
          "I'm sorry," I said, not knowing what else to
    say.  I felt the peace I awoke with evaporating.
          Mary  sighed.   "Nothing to be  sorry  about.
    Hey, Linda I'm just your roommate, not your mom."
          I  smiled and thought about what to say, then
    decided on: "I like you, Mary."
         She seemed amused.  "You are OK, too."
          "I  want  a shower," I said, as I  opened  my
    bureau  and thought about what I needed.  A  towel,
    some  soap and some fresh clothes.  One of Kal'el's
    friends  picked  out  my  clothes,  but  I   barely
    understood  how to wear them, much less match  them
    fashionably.  I also had a makeup kit  that  I  was
    afraid  to even open. I liked the perfume,  though.
    Mary had said I used too much.
          "You  and everyone else," Mary said.  I shook
    my  head,  not grasping, so she continued,  "You've
    got four girls ahead of you for the shower."
          I  dropped the towel on my bed and  sat  down
    across from a mirror on the wall.  I looked  at  my
    hair  in  the  mirror, and saw a few  blonde  hairs
    mixing  in  with the brown hair from  the  wig.   I
    fixed the wig and wondered how I was going to  keep
    it  a secret from Mary.  (Why was I even keeping my
    hair  color a secret, Kal'el, when many Earth girls
    have blonde hair?)
          "Linda, would you like to eat breakfast  with
    me and my friends?"
         I must have looked nervous.  Eating Earth food
    was  really  weird for me.  The food was  shocking:
    For   dinner   yesterday,  I  ate  "spaghetti   and
    meatballs" and had to use a "fork" and "spoon"  and
    "knife".   I  couldn't figure out how  to  eat  the
    spaghetti,  and  just  the  idea  of  eating   meat
    disgusted me.  I only drank some juice and ate some
    bread.   If I had to eat with other people, I'd  be
    very embarrassed.
           When  I  didn't  respond  immediately,  Mary
    pressed  on,  "I  don't think there's  a  Hungarian
    crowd  that you can eat with,  but you got  to  eat
    with someone.  Really, I'd like you to come."
         I nodded and smiled despite myself.

          Mary's friends were all black, and I was  the
    only  white  person at the table.  But  I  guess  I
    would've attracted attention no matter where I sat.
    Mary  pointed  out  that  the  combination  of   my
    crucifix necklace, my "Black Sabbath" T-shirt  with
    a  big  "666"   between  my breasts,  and  my  long
    checkered  skirt, was a "little weird".  I  thought
    the  clothes were comfortable but decided to change
    them after breakfast, anyway.
          Hotcakes weren't bad. At least I didn't  drop
    them  on  my  lap  like I had with  the  spaghetti,
    yesterday.
          Mary's  friends were funny and they smiled  a
    lot. They made me feel comfortable.  They said they
    were  "juniors"  and that I was a  "freshman",  and
    that  was  why  I was so nervous.   I  felt  better
    knowing there were thousands of nervous freshmen on
    campus.

          Back  in  the dorm, I changed into  a  yellow
    blouse that hugged my skin and a short black skirt.
    A  very  short  skirt. I saw another  girl  wearing
    something  similar yesterday, so maybe  I  was  OK.
    I've  learned already to not wear those thick white
    socks with my shoes.
          While  showering earlier, I  watched  a  girl
    putting  on lipstick, so now I decided  to  try  it
    myself.   Most students were at their  first  class
    already,  so  I had the bathroom to myself,  and  I
    spent  a long time getting the lipstick just right.
    The  girl  had put on other makeup as well,  but  I
    knew my artistic limits.
          I  headed  off to class with a pack  full  of
    books.  I took all of my books, since I didn't know
    which ones I would need.  They felt so light on  my
    back,  it  never  occurred to me that  other  girls
    would have collapsed under the weight.

          My  first class was in an auditorium with 300
    students.  "Anthropology  105:  Society   and   the
    Individual."  I was fascinated, since the professor
    was teaching us about how America works in a way  I
    could  understand.  He even explained the words  he
    used  that I didn't understand.  This was the first
    time I  felt engrossed with one of my classes.
          But  I  was also aware that many people  were
    looking at me out of the corners of their eyes.  At
    first  I thought that I had broken another rule  of
    etiquette,  until it struck me that only  men  were
    looking at me.   One of them was trying to look  up
    my  skirt.   I  shifted my position, but  the  tiny
    skirt  provided  little cover when  I  was  sitting
    down.  Why did girls wear them, anyway?
         I felt better when I saw that men were looking
    at  some  other  women, too.   I  didn't  want  any
    attention,  really, but, I thought,  at  least  the
    attention  was  normal.  I guessed  that  while  we
    seemed  to be in class to learn about Anthropology,
    the men were in the class to learn about the girls.
          Just  when that thought occurred to  me,  the
    professor  said  jokingly,  "Anthropology  is   the
    'Study  of Man,' but don't worry, we'll be studying
    women,   too."    I  started  to  giggle   at   the
    coincidence, and I felt several men's eyes  riveted
    to me.

          My 5:30 class was "English 101."   This class
    scared me because the professor had us read several
    pages  immediately, in class—and all I saw on those
    pages  were wiggly lines.  Only about thirty people
    attended this class, and we were sitting in a large
    circle around the classroom, so everybody could see
    each  other. I was terrified that people would find
    out  about  me.  I  was so nervous  that  I  wasn't
    learning a thing.
          Only  one man was watching me in this  class,
    since  the  class was mostly female.  He  had  dark
    hair  and thin eyes, and he couldn't have been  any
    taller  than me.  I caught him looking up my skirt,
    and watching me almost constantly during the class.
          When  class was over, he came up  to  me.  He
    seemed as nervous as I was. He said, "Your face  is
    very familiar.  Do I know you?"
         I was surprised, and I said, "I don't know."
           He  seemed  pleased  by  my  reply,  so   he
    introduced  himself.  His name was Ge Hun  Si.   He
    came from Thailand, but his father was Chinese.
          I  told  him the story Kal'el gave  me.  "I'm
    Linda Lee.  I came here from Hungarian."
         "Hungary." He corrected.
         "No, I ate dinner before."
          He thought I was joking, so he laughed and  I
    laughed with him.
         "This English is tough,"  he offered.
          I  nodded enthusiastically, delighted to find
    someone who agreed with me. I said, "This class  is
    ... hard for me."
         "Me, too."  He smiled, then hesitated.  "Maybe
    we should help each other with our homework."
          I  was  extremely relieved by  the  offer.  I
    nodded  and  said "Yes, very much... I  would  like
    that."
         He smiled and looked almost shocked, as though
    people never studied together. He offered to  carry
    my  books.   I hesitated, but let him  anyway.   He
    could barely lift the pack but seemed determined to
    carry the pack regardless.
          As  we  walked towards my dorm, the  sun  was
    setting, and the sky was turning a beautiful  color
    of red—just like the sky under Krypton's sun.
          "You  are very pretty."  He said,  as  I  was
    reminiscing.
           "Thank  you,"  I  said,  surprised  by   the
    compliment.  I knew that Kryptonian men  had  found
    me  attractive,  but I didn't know for  sure  about
    Earth  men, or Oriental men, for that  matter.    I
    said, "You are pretty, too."
         He shook his head.  "Pretty?"
         "I'm sorry.  You are handsome."
         He smiled.
         Ge Hun Si told me about his journey to America
    while  we  walked to my dorm.  He lived in  Bangkok
    his  entire  life, but his family was Chinese.   He
    learned some English at school, but he didn't learn
    it  very  well.  His mother and sister were helping
    him  pay  for  school, and he was very  embarrassed
    about  it.   He said he didn't mind coming  to  the
    strange  world of America, because he felt  like  a
    stranger  in his own country.  He always wanted  to
    live  in  Taiwan and practice psychology,  but  his
    debt  to his mother and sister would force  him  to
    return  to  Thailand, where he would probably  live
    the rest of his life as a civil engineer.
          I  didn't  understand much  of  what  he  was
    saying.  I sympathized with his story, but  I  felt
    voiceless to express my own.  I wanted to tell  him
    about my life and my losses, but I couldn't.  (Why,
    Clark?  Why do I have to live a secret life?)   Yet
    I  believed in Clark's wisdom, so I held  back.   I
    thought  about  telling Ge Hun Si  that  I  was  an
    orphan, but then he would want to know more.  I had
    to keep the pain to myself, at least for now.

          Mary was in the dorm when we arrived. She was
    reading from a large text book and was startled  to
    see me.
          "Hi Mary," I said, not knowing enough yet  to
    introduce my new friend.
          She nodded, as she stared at my clothes for a
    moment, then she looked strait at Ge Hun Si.
          He put down the book-bag, introduced himself,
    and  they shook hands. He told her of our plans  to
    study together.
          Then  Mary  left with book in  hand,  saying,
    "I'll go study in the lounge."
          Ge Hun Si and I were alone, now, and I didn't
    know what to say.  Back home I would ask him to pet
    our  dog—a  person didn't feel welcome in someone's
    home  unless the dog welcomed him.  But, of course,
    we didn't have a dog in the dorm.  I would also ask
    him  to  take off his shoes, but I didn't  know  if
    Earth  people  had the same custom.   All  I  could
    think of was, "Do you want to study, now?"
         He shook his head, "Sure."
          It  took  me a moment to figure out  that  he
    meant "yes".
           I  grabbed  the  book  bag  (I  should  have
    pretended  that  it felt heavy), and  I  opened  it
    while sitting down on my bed.  I had to guess which
    book was my English book.
          Ge  Hun  Si  looked  at  me  with  a  strange
    expression,  and then he sat beside me and  fetched
    his own book.
         He was holding the same book, so I knew that I
    guessed  right.  But what next?  I couldn't pretend
    that  I could read for very long, but I didn't want
    to  tell  him  the truth. Several  times  today,  I
    fantasized  hopefully that many  students  couldn't
    read English.  Maybe even he couldn't read English,
    and we were both foolishly feeling the same fear.
          I  noticed the sweat on his forehead, and the
    way  he  clenched  his hands.   This  gave  me  the
    courage to tell him.
         "Ge Hun Si?"
         "Yeah."
         "I can't read."
          He laughed a short laugh, and then said, "I'm
    sorry. I had no idea.  I also couldn't read English
    until three years, ago.  This class is going to  be
    much harder for you than for me."
          That  wasn't very reassuring, and I think  he
    saw my frown.  I had a sudden nightmare that lasted
    for  about  a  second: Ge Hun Si told some  college
    authority  about my illiteracy, and they  threw  me
    out  of  the  dorm  and into the unknown  again.  I
    dismissed the fear, but I never could be sure if  I
    was being paranoid or not.
          Ge  Hun Si put down his book and asked,  "You
    can't read at all?"
         I shook my head.
          "Then  you  shouldn't be taking this  English
    course,"  he  said with some regret in  his  voice.
    "The university has courses for English as a second
    language.  One  of my neighbors is  taking  such  a
    course.  You don't have to know English at all."
          "You  are  sure?"   I  asked,  my  confidence
    returning.
          "Yeah, I'll help you add one tomorrow, if you
    want."
         I nodded and smiled. "Thank you."
          "We  can take a trip to the book store after,
    and exchange your book."
          "OK,"  I said, but I didn't really understand
    what  he  was  saying. The light in  the  room  was
    bothering me. I turned the dimmer, until the  bulbs
    changed  from white down to a shade of orange,  and
    the corners of the room were almost black.
          Ge Hun Si face was blank with surprise, and I
    guessed  that I broke another rule of etiquette  by
    turning  the light so low.  "I'm sorry.  The  light
    was hurting my eyes. Is it OK?"
          He  nodded and started to take the books  off
    the bed.
          I  just  watched  him and thought  about  how
    differently everything must have seemed to him.  He
    couldn't  hear  the  background  sounds  of  people
    chatting  in  other rooms, or see the moon  through
    the  ceiling.  I thought of how very strange I  had
    become.
          He  looked  shyly away and said,  "I'll  need
    another  reason to visit you, now that we won't  be
    going to the same class."
          Stupidly,  I  thought he was saying  that  he
    wouldn't  be  visiting me anymore.  I had  expected
    this,   yet  I  was  stunned  all  the   same.   "I
    understand,"  I  said,  while  clenching  my  hands
    together. "I should have said the truth before.   I
    wanted to ... to ..."
          I  started shaking, and I couldn't control my
    vision;  I felt some of the same helplessness  that
    had possessed me yesterday. My first new friend was
    already rejecting me.
          Ge  Hun Si took my hand in his and said, "You
    don't need to say anything at all."
          He  held my hand like an egg—as if it  was  a
    fragile thing.  I felt a calm sweep over me, but  I
    didn't know why.
          Later, I would understand what this situation
    meant.   I'd  understand why he wanted to  help  me
    with my homework in my dorm room, and why Mary  had
    left  us alone.  I could hardly believe it.  In  my
    native  world, when men wanted to make love to  me,
    they just asked. Now, they try to have it happen by
    "accident".   I  guess I was the perfect  girl  for
    this ritual, because I was not expecting a thing.
          Then  again,  he  was  not  getting  what  he
    expected either.
          After caressing my hands like holy objects, I
    felt  all my stress melt away.  He looked  into  my
    eyes, and I felt my legs go weak. I had been trying
    so  hard  to just fit in and understand the  people
    around  me, I hadn't thought about being  intimate.
    But  from somewhere down deep, desire rose  like  a
    whale  surfacing from the ocean.  The chaos  of  my
    emotions  rapidly became a focused hope of passion.
    When  he  finally  kissed me, I felt  paralyzed  by
    desire and fear of expressing it.
         His intoxicating scent and minty breath put me
    under  a  spell.  Much later, I learned that  earth
    men didn't smell that good in nature, but for now I
    was  awed  by  their  attractive  powers.   As   he
    explored my mouth with his lips and tongue,  I  was
    careful not to kiss back.
          He urged me back onto the bed and slid on top
    of  me.  He kissed my lips and then my cheeks, then
    my eyelids, my ears and then my neck. When his lips
    settled  on  one  spot,  his  hands  continued   to
    explore. His body rubbed against mine, and I  could
    feel his erection through both of our clothes.
          I  didn't do a thing.  I didn't know what  to
    do.   I wanted to hug him and kiss him back, but  I
    was  afraid of what I might do under the  influence
    of passion.
          He was stroking my hair as he kissed me, when
    my wig loosened.
          His  eyes brightened at the discovery, as  my
    blonde  hair spread out of the wig onto the sheets.
    "What a beautiful secret."  He kissed my hair,  and
    then  began  to  unbutton my  blouse.  "What  other
    secrets do you have in here?"
          He  struggled with my shirt for a moment, but
    then just tore it open.
          I  didn't  wear  a bra, so there  was  little
    suspense  as  my breasts were instantly  and  fully
    revealed.  He began sucking on my nipples hungrily,
    as  I  pinned my arms to my side.  It took  all  my
    energy not to touch him, but the restraint actually
    felt  exciting and a little kinky. I was the object
    of  his  lovemaking, and I found this passive  role
    thrilling.   His hands slid my skirt down  from  my
    waist,  while  he  worked on my  nipples  with  his
    tongue.
         He didn't look surprised that I wasn't wearing
    panties  (actually, I didn't even know what bras or
    panties  were,  yet).  I kept my legs  open  as  he
    dived  between  them.  He kissed my  thighs  for  a
    moment,  but then, losing patience, he  buried  his
    face  down deep.  This was a new kind of lovemaking
    for  me—a  wonderful shock—and I couldn't  keep  my
    legs  from shaking. But I managed to keep them from
    crushing him within.  His tongue explored both deep
    and  all around, then he focused on my clitoris and
    sent  small  explosions of pleasure  throughout  my
    body, before he began climbing up my body again.
         I hadn't noticed that he had lowered his jeans
    while he was working on my passion. Once again, his
    mouth  explored mine. I could taste some of  myself
    on  his  lips.  Then  I felt his  penis  enter  me.
    Something should have alerted me, but I guess I was
    consumed by desire.  He stroked my hair, fondled my
    breasts and kissed me, while his penis massaged  my
    insides.  What a sensation!
         Then his body shook, and he let out a groan. I
    was  instantly  alert and alarmed. I  had  felt  my
    muscles compress on his penis.  My legs and my arms
    and  my  lips obeyed my will of submission, but  my
    muscles inside had a will of their own.
          I  was  terrified by what I saw.   His  penis
    looked  misshapen  and wrinkled.   I  felt  like  a
    monster, and I turned away.
         "What happened?" I said, pretending ignorance,
    not  knowing what to say.  I fidgeted with the torn
    remains of my blouse.
          He winced in pain, then smiled at me with  an
    embarrassed  smile.  "I  don't  know.   I  think  I
    twisted it or something. I'm sorry."
          He  didn't sound like I imagined a  mutilated
    man would sound, so I looked again at his penis.  I
    felt a great weight lift from my conscience when  I
    saw  that  he  was  wearing a flesh-colored  rubber
    cover  over  his  penis, and the  organ  underneath
    looked normal.
          But  I knew I had hurt him, even if he wasn't
    hurt  bad.  And I could have injured him much  more
    seriously.  What  if  I had  kissed  him  back?  or
    embraced him?  I covered my face with my hands, and
    lamented in Kryptonian, "I am a monster!"
          Ge  Hun Si sat beside me and hugged  me.   He
    tried to comfort me, yet he couldn't understand  my
    anxiety.
          "What's  wrong,  Linda?"  he whispered  while
    kissing  my hair. "I'm sorry I messed up.  I'm  not
    very  experienced at sex. I guess I  was  eager.  I
    promise I'll do better next time."
           I   saw   his  embarrassment.    He   didn't
    understand. "We can't do this, again."
          He  shut  his eyes, and sighed.  "That's  OK.
    But I hope you will change your mind, because ... I
    like you very much."
          I  smiled and saw the honesty in his eyes. We
    spent  a  silent  minute, just  looking  into  each
    other's eyes.  Obviously, he didn't think I  was  a
    monster.
         "You don't know me at all."  I said.
         "I know you are a nice person.  I know you are
    very  attractive, and I know we feel good with each
    other."
          I  nodded, and I decided. "I want to tell you
    the truth."
         "The truth?"
          "You  can't tell anyone!" I turned  cautious,
    afraid of making another mistake—yet determined  to
    tell him, nevertheless.
         "Sure. Of course.  What's the big secret?"
          "I'm not Hungarian," I said, hesitating, "and
    my name is really Kara."
          He  nodded.  "OK, then Kara.  Where  ARE  you
    from?"
          "A place called Argo City.  People here would
    say I'm a Kryptonian."
          He nodded unconsciously, and then just stared
    at  me for a moment. "You mean where Superman  came
    from?"
          "Yes,"  I  said, and I felt relief  that  now
    someone knew.
          He shook his head in silence, then said, "oh,
    poor  Linda.  I had no idea.  You are going to need
    some help."
          I  nodded, "Yes, it's hard."  Did  he  really
    understand?
          He  was  quiet for a long time. "I  think  we
    should  go  see  someone," he  finally  said  while
    rising  from  the bed. "Do you feel up  to  meeting
    someone, now?"
         I stood up, myself.  "You said it was secret."
          "He  will  keep it a secret.  Helping  people
    with secrets is his job."
          "Can he help me control what I see and hear?"
    I  asked  while  finding a new shirt  and  dressing
    myself  again.  "I  am always  hearing  things  and
    seeing things that aren't even in the room."
         He looked concerned. "I hope he can, Linda.  I
    really  do," he said as he dialed a number  on  the
    new telephone.
         "Thank you," I said, while fixing my wig.
         "What for?"
         I shrugged, "Just thank you."

          Ge  Hun Si was awfully quiet, as we left  the
    dorm.   I thought he would have a lot of questions,
    but  just asked me how I felt. I said I felt  fine,
    but  he  acted like I was in pain.  He held  me  in
    half an embrace while we walked.
          He  treated me with such care that I actually
    felt physically vulnerable. As we walked along  the
    moonlit  street, I felt comforted by his sheltering
    arm.   His  arm  protected me from  the  stares  of
    strangers,  and  ghosts that  had  followed  me  to
    earth.
          "Where are we going," I asked, noticing  that
    we were leaving campus grounds.
         "His office is off-campus," he replied.
         The scenery was changing.  Now, many cars were
    parked  along  the side of the road,  and  all  the
    buildings had lit signs.  Alot of noise was  coming
    out of a large, rusty blue vehicle.
          A  few  men  got  out of the  vehicle.   They
    smelled funny, and they looked a bit dizzy.  Ge Hun
    Si  did  not look at them, but he urged me to  move
    faster.
         "Where's the fire, slant eyes," one said.
          Another  said nothing, but spouted out  words
    and  obscenities rapid fire, as though he lived  in
    accelerated time.
          A  third  ran out in our way, forcing  us  to
    pause.  Obviously, they meant us  no  good,  but  I
    didn't know what they wanted.
          Ge Hun Si was sweating, as he whispered in my
    ear, "Run, Linda." And he stood in an odd stance.
          "Oh,  the  china  man thinks  he's  a  karate
    expert,"  the  largest one  said,  and  he  took  a
    similar stance, but he appeared much more confident
    than Ge Hun Si.
           Ge  Hun  Si  muttered  a  curse  I  couldn't
    understand. He was panicky. "Run Linda, now!"
          One  of the men grabbed my arm, and I had  an
    impulse  to  hit  him.  But I would  probably  have
    killed  him.  Maybe he deserved it, but I  couldn't
    understand why they were attacking us,  and  I  was
    afraid he was just a victim himself.  Maybe he  was
    like  we  were on Argo City during those  last  few
    days, driven mad by our terrifying destiny.
          I  ignored his hand, and I put my arms around
    Ge Hun Si.
          "I'm  sorry, I wish I could ..."  Ge  Hun  Si
    began, then stopped as we levitated off the ground.
    I  struggled to keep our flight steady.   I  bumped
    his  head  off  a  tree limb  ("Sorry"),  and  then
    settled us on a nest of intertwined branches.
          Our attackers stood as still as statues,  and
    then one said to the others, "Damn, did she just do
    that, or am I just too stoned."
          No one answered him, and the stunned druggies
    got back in their van.
          Ge  Hun Si touched the bump on his head.   He
    looked  at me in disbelief himself. Then  he  said,
    "You were telling the truth."
          "Of course," I said, wondering why he thought
    I lied.
          He  touched my cheek, as awe filled his face.
    "I  thought you were a special girl, but I couldn't
    believe you were a supergirl."
         "Supergirl?" I asked, smiling at the idea.
          "Yeah,  MY Supergirl." He removed my wig  and
    ran his hands through my hair, "with her super hair
    of gold."
          I  felt  a burst of confidence, and I  leaned
    forward to kiss him.  He didn't scream in pain,  as
    I  curled  my lips around his. Then when I embraced
    him, I didn't hear him struggle for breath.
         "Don't worry," he said, "Nothing could make me
    tell your secret."
          "You  don't  want to tell anyone?"  I  asked,
    suddenly  tempted  by the idea of  telling  all  of
    earth.
          He shook his head.  "Supergirl will belong to
    the world some day, but I want you for myself."
          I smiled, and we had a special few minutes up
    in that tree.

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