...was so unfair. She never won.
"Now, I believe someone is about to get very sleepy," Lexi grinned.
There was something involved with a crystal hanging from a string and then her arm being heavy, but it was all a bunch of crap. Hypnotized hah! Stacy took delight in telling Lexi that she wasn't hypnotized at all, served her right for winning the poker match.
The funny thing was Lexi still had that smug look on her face. Must have been gloating about all the money she won. Anyway, Stacy had things to do. Important things she couldn't tell Lexi or Ellen about. Things much more serious than the poker game. Things like fighting crime and keeping the world safe from evil. "Good night Lexi. Good night Ellen," she said, practically flying up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her costume was lying on the bed, right out in the open. How strange. She distinctly remembered hiding it behind a false panel in her closet. 'Maybe I put it out before I went downstairs,' she thought. She quickly stripped and put her costume on. Again, there was the feeling that something wasn't quite right. For one thing it was too tight. Her nipples poked through the tightly stretched fabric across her chest and the bottom of the leotard was digging uncomfortabl...