The crash of Janice's entrance did nothing to startle Logan after he turned away from the mirror on the door.<br/><br/><em>"Hey there Logan, I can tell from your lack of dress that you've been expecting me. Got anymore of those special cookies waiting for me too?"</em><br/><br/>"Of course I've been expecting you, Janice," he said over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"In fact, I smelled you when you got on the floor," continued Logan, his mask in his hand with the top half of his uniform hanging down behind him from his waist.<br/><br/>"I smelled you when you entered the building."  He turned around, facing her, his whole body sporting a thin layer of hair.  He threw the mask over his shoulder, making it land on the bed.<br/><br/>He stepped toward her as she leaned against his doorframe.  His grumble became a whisper.  "I smelled you when you woke up this morning."<br/><br/>He reached out and grabbed the souvenir he gave her that she was wearing.  "What the hell did you do to my old jacket?"  With their height difference, her chest was in front of his face.<br/><br/>"You know, most girls just wear the jackets that guys give them, they don't replace the letter with a phallic symbol, or change the name.  Then again, you ain't most girls, are ya, kid?  And I didn't give you that jacket, I traded it to get my jeans back.  Of course, that was after..."<br/><br/>He smiled at the memory.<br/><br/>"... that was after you stole my cookies, and I called ya Joystick, since yer so good at handlin' a rod."<br/><br/>He walked away from her and lay back on his bed, putting his arms behind his head.<br/><br/>"So, just visitin' little old me?  Or you think yer good enough to join this crew?"<br/><br/>Already his uniform was tenting, but he didn't bother hiding his arousal for her.<br/><br/>He looked over at his desk.  The only thing on it was jar of cookies.<br/><br/>