Undercover Superhero

By Carolyn Gregg and Linda Mooney

Wally Finkelstein is your average Joe. Your typical underdog—not super attractive, not super wealthy, but he does have stability and happiness to offer. And to his girlfriend's surprise, he turns out to be super in other departments.

 

He's always been very attentive to the opposite sex, never leaving them unsatisfied. But having not found "the one" yet, Wally hasn't been ready to give himself fully. April Daily has changed that, and when they finally do the deed, he wants to shout it from the rooftops…and somehow finds himself soaring above them.

 

Turns out Wally has a history he knew nothing about. Can this ordinary Joe live up to extraordinary expectations? More importantly, can his relationship with April survive the kind of demands this revelation will bring?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Mooney
• Release date: Nov 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781953797216

Book preview

one

The blue shirt had a spot on it, and the red shirt was wrinkled. Wally Finklestein let out a choice cussword and threw the red shirt back inside the closet where it joined the blue one on the floor.

A small bark interrupted his diatribe. He glanced down to find the chihuahua digging its way out of the pile.

Sorry, Dave.

Reaching in between the hangers, he continued searching for a suitable garment when his phone went off. He knew who it was before he reached for it.

Yeah, Dwight. What do you need?

"Just calling to verify that tonight’s the night, right, amigo?"

Planning on it, Wally verified. At least, I hope everything goes as planned.

Dwight snorted. You are the only guy I know who makes detailed notes about everything, including steps up to and losing his virginity. The guy cracked up again, but Wally couldn’t fault his friend. The man was right.

If you’re done, I’m hanging up, he announced. Removing the phone from his ear, he was about to thumb the END CALL button when Dwight spoke again.

"Just one more thing. What are you gonna do if things don’t go the way you’d planned? I mean, what if she backs off? Or you lose your nerve? You and I both know this isn’t your first rodeo, but you’ve never gone the full seven seconds, either. What if all those things she said to you weren’t the truth?"

"It’s eight seconds, dude. And those things she said were the truth. I just know it. She loves me, and she wants a stable relationship. She wants someone she can trust, and love, and spend the rest of her life with. And that’s me."

And you feel the same way with her?

Yeah. Enough to go all the way this time.

And how are you gonna prove all that to her tonight to where she’ll let you get past third base? This is a major commitment. Are you sure you’re ready?

He nodded, even though he knew the man wouldn’t see it. You damn right. I got a steady, good paying job, and I got a future I want to share with her.

Which reminds me. You got your Latex insurance?

Dwight.

You’re right. You’re a hot, average prospect. But what if she doesn’t think you’re…good enough for her? the man slightly hesitated to say.

Wally knew exactly what his friend meant and didn’t actually say. Okay, he admitted. I’m not exactly top cover model material. I know I don’t have movie star good looks. But I got something a lot of guys don’t have.

A promising job, a reliable car, and a nice place to live, Dwight finished for him. A house! You’re livin’ in a house, for crying out loud. How many twenty-somethings can say they live in a house and not an apartment?

Those are good, but they’re not my selling points, Wally countered. Besides, it’s a rental home. I don’t actually own it.

But your dad does!

I’m still a renter. But that’s not the most important thing I have to offer her.

So what do you have that makes you so irresistible that she won’t be able to turn away?

Wally smiled to himself. I make her happy.

A few seconds of silence followed his announcement. Finally, Dwight responded. Mm, mm, mm. All right. I can’t argue with that. You’ve always been good for a laugh. Well, I’ll let you go. Good luck tonight. Wanna have lunch tomorrow? I’ll be dying to hear the details.

I’ll text you tomorrow and let you know, Wally promised.

Good enough.

The call ended without a goodbye, but that was Dwight.

He found a pale-yellow shirt that appeared to be suitable. Holding it up against him, he looked down at the animal sitting at his feet. How about this one? He got a tail wag in answer.

Sniffing under the arms to make sure it passed closer inspection, he double-checked to see if there were any stains or missing buttons. So far, so good.

Satisfied, he slipped it on and quickly buttoned it up. Giving himself a onceover in the bathroom mirror, he ran a hand through his hair for good measure and checked his teeth.

All right. I should be good to go. Shit. And all this to get laid.

At least that was the plan. There had been close calls in the past, but at the very last possible second, he’d hesitated. Of course, the young woman on the other end hadn’t appreciated his lack of cooperation. To make it up to her, he’d made good use of his mouth and hands, and left her completely satisfied with the substitution. But he wasn’t surprised when there wasn’t another date after that. Nor were any of his calls, texts, or emails returned.

It’s because they think you’re either dysfunctional, or you’ve got some sort of weird celibacy thing going on, Dwight had pronounced. If a woman wants a dick, she wants a dick, not a substitute. Hell, she already can take her pick of battery-powered, electrical, or those that can now be charged like your cell phone.

Vibrators can’t cuddle or kiss afterwards, Wally tried to argue.

Dwight didn’t respond to that, but he didn’t have to. He’d already made his point.

See you in the morning, Dave! Wally called out to the dog as he headed out the door. He was halfway down the front walk when his phone went off again. This time, however, it was his father’s ringtone.

Hey, Dad! What’s up?

Sorry to bother you, but you never told me if you and I were still on tomorrow for lunch.

Wally slapped his forehead. Yeah. Yeah, we are. Sorry I didn’t get back with you sooner. I’ve been swamped at work.

He heard his father’s warm chuckle. That’s what I figured. I thought I’d make reservations at Busty’s. How’s that sound?

Sounds great! What time?

I’ll let you know, but I’m aiming for one o’clock, after the main crowd’s thinned out a bit.

You got it.

A pause. You sound out of breath. Did I catch you jogging?

Wally snickered. More like rushing for the car, he admitted, opening the door and sliding inside, under the steering wheel.

Ah. Got a hot date tonight? Or are you and Dwight planning on taking the nightclubs by storm again?

Yes and no.

All righty, then. Well, good luck. See you tomorrow. ‘Bye for now. His father