Meta Zero One by Martin J Moss Page B

was married. She had looked but there was no white mark on his ring finger, this was the usual clue when married men went astray. Margaret didn't like bringing strange men back to her apartment, so they had booked into a nearby hotel, and the rest was a slightly drunken, hazy blur.
     
      She could remember that they had started to pull each others clothes off before the door was fully closed. She could remember that he had a hard, well muscled body, and a penis which would have best been described as magnificent, if she was the heroine in a Mills and Boon romance that was, enormous would describe it if she was a normal person.
     
      Impressive was another word that came to mind, making her smile at the memory of it springing free from his trousers.
     
      But the rest of the evening was a blur, a satisfied blur but still a blur.
     
      Making her way down the corridor she pressed the lift button while she did up the last few clasps on her shirt, realising too late that she had left her stockings in the room. Oh well, she thought, she could get some more, she could probably afford more expensive ones at that, now she had these new clients.
     
      The lift arrived and she stepped in, the doors closed halfway, then jammed on something, before reopening and closing again a few seconds later. Odd Margaret thought, then dismissed it from her mind
     
    Margaret put her bag on the floor while she looked in the mirror, she didn't want to have too much of the just shagged look when she stepped out and walked through reception. That was just a bit too cheap.
     
      Rubbing her head, trying to ease the start of a hangover headache, she did not hear the slow, steady breathing which betrayed someone else's presence in the lift.
     
      Nor did she notice, until she got home, that her wallet was missing from her bag.
     
      By Monday morning she retained some of the residual feeling of contentment. She had spent Saturday cancelling credit cards, and applying for a new drivers licence, but she had enough cash to see her through for a few days, and her bank had been very helpful. So she had simply slumped out in front of the television for the whole weekend, watching tv and eating ice cream.
     
    It was great.
     
    The news that The Guardian had left on a mission to another Galaxy was greeted with general apathy and boredom. The League of Heroes, with Dark Man at the front, had reassured people that they were in place to handle any emergency until The Guardian returned, Margaret noticed that Warrior Queen was not with them.
     
    The article was followed by a short report of the death of Sirus "the Virus" Black, he was a multiple rapist who had spent the last twelve years on death row. His sentence had been carried out in private the report said, despite last minute appeals from well meaning but misguided people who had never themselves been raped.
     
    There was an interview with his distraught wife, who he had written to and married while on death row.
     
    That the sentence had been carried out in private was unusual, Margaret remembered the advice, perhaps misguided she had given to the Warrior Queen at the end of the session. She had suggested that perhaps in the short term she should think about a different coping strategy than repetitive masturbation, something she could do to relive the pressure slightly, while they came up with a more permanent solution.
     
      Margaret wondered if the killers last moments had been slightly more pleasurable than he really deserved, before Gwen's thighs crushed him to a pulp anyway.
     
      So Monday saw her back in her office at 8.30 am, sipping strong black coffee and nibbling an almond croissant.
     
      She felt good, and for the first time in a week she felt in control of her life. The day ahead was filled with the normal, regular clients, people whose hang ups tended to be of human, not super human proportions.
     
    She liked arriving at work before her secretary, who she had chosen more