Oh, yeah...she's caving in!
Don't come to any conclusions, yet, Sheila. This is only my 3rd full-length fic and in the first two the main characters end up as only friends. There's enough time for irreperable damage, I have two whole parts left.
I'm working on it.
Ah Lois is finally coming around..
Perhaps you need my earlier note.
HOT HOT HOT!
I would love it if someone spoke to me with that intensity and sweetness in public and catch me off guard. Of course it would help if it was Clark.
No one eavesdrops in the big city, so they're practically alone on that sidewalk. Right? Well, at least until the kissing begins.
Yow! That's some confession!
Glad you enjoyed.
Since I am tasking D8a to get his stuff done, I will comment on his wife's work.
You should have seen him unload the dishwasher this morning. Brutal, as always. And that tea cup was my great-grandmother's. Sob.
Did your muse run off on vacation?
It was terrible. I spent two weeks with the three of them on the courthouse steps just looking at each other and talking stupid. Wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't just picking up after another long dry spell.
You know Elisabeth that I loved this part (and the next part - of course) but I'm having withdrawal, I haven't had a part grace my inbox in over a week.
Check your inbox and leave D8a's muse out of this. I don't think my nerves (or my dishes) could stand it.
Elisabeth
