Lois was angry, furious, livid—but smart enough to eat every bite of her tasty lunch. She was giving him the silent treatment now, while still communicating her rage. She chewed like a tigress devouring her mate. Oh, yes, she was good and mad now!
Sigh...Lois, Lois, Lois...
She fantasized about asking Glen if she could use a bit of her time this evening to go meet some local prostitutes since she didn’t have any among the snitches she was courting. She could just envision the look on the poor man’s face. The idea was ridiculous enough to give her the giggles.
She needs better fantasies...
Way to many things for me to quote, suffice it to say "My goodness Lois, take a Valium or at least eat some chocolate..."
She had actually enjoyed being with him this evening, so maybe when she finally cured him of his hormone-driven ways they could become something akin to friends. But of course, there really was no cure for that kind of thing. He could be eighty years old and still chasing around ladies with walkers and curlers in their hair.
But working together tonight had been a good time.
Ditto of last comment.
James
