“It won’t be the same without you,” she quietly told him.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? I can stick around another hour, if you like.”
“Oh, you don’t have…”
“Not a problem. I insist.” Clark smiled at her.
Making headway, maybe???
He jumped. Was that…? Then, it happened again. Lois couldn’t possibly have, but then, of course, she did… She was whispering kisses just under the edge of his collar. It was distracting. Okay, who was he kidding, it was mesmerizing.
“Wait!” Clark tried to warn her, but it was too late. She had already bounded across the newsroom and thrown open the door.
Oh, Dear!
Clark wasn’t gone for long before Lois started to miss him. She glanced at her watch. It was six o’clock. That gave her only a little less than fourteen hours to prepare for his return.
SNORT!!
A few hours later, she arranged her purchases upon her bed. $119.95 at Victoria’s Secret for the little blue number with all its veils, $48 for the custom-fitted bra that made her look so good—even if it did hurt her ribs a little, $39.80 for buy four thongs get one free, $44.50 for white pumps, $5.75 for the softest pantyhose she could find, $204 for makeup and skin care and $88.50 for the dress. Such a beautiful dress—lacey and as white as her love for Clark was pure. She could hardly wait to see Clark’s face when he saw her in it.
Then, of course, there was $79.50 for the fragrance.
/me gives a long low whistle. $630! Eye-chee-wha-wha!!(That's the phonetic spelling of some Spanish word.)
