“Iris West, my name is Barry Allen,” he finally said. It had been almost a year since the last time I had sex. XXX It’s not that I have a spandex fetish or anything, I just love a hero; and if you’re a girl living in Keystone City, your hero is The Flash. We lay back in each other’s arms, breathing heavily and softly cuddling each other’s bodies. But I hung in there, and I’m pretty sure I screamed louder than the Black Canary. “Are you ok, Iris?” The Flash looked concerned. Standing before me was a tall, confident-looking man clad in red and yellow tights; a gold lightning bolt stretched across his chest.
