"Cock."

Reed Richards stopped his calculations. Did he just say that out loud? What would possess him to swear suddenly, mid-sentence no less? The idea of it was appealing, he admitted to himself. Cock, the thought of it made him tingle, COCK. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered what was happening to him as images of nude men filled his mind. What, he thought, did I ever see in Susan? Or any woman?

He slumped back in his seat, glad that he was alone in his lab when this sudden epiphany struck him. I'm surprised that I hadn't realized this before. Susan had always complained that I neglected her, and the logical idea was that I was merely distracted, but now... now I know the truth about myself.

A knock at the door drew his attention. "Reed?" called a voice.

"Who- who is it?" he responded.

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• "It's Susan, your wife."
• "Hey, Stretcho, it's Ben. Open up!" (Open)
• "It's Johnny, y'know, the hottest guy in New York?" (Open)
• Someone else. (Open)

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