Lois stormed up the stairs and only just refrained from slamming the office door into next week.
She was an idiot.
She had allowed her impulsiveness to override her common sense. In pushing too hard, she had bulldozed over all the progress they had made yesterday.
Poor Clark!
He'd tried so valiantly to conceal his dismay.
He was a bachelor. And probably not one of those bachelors who revelled in their *freedom* to sashay from woman to woman but one of those bachelors who felt self-conscious around women. Add to that seven years of being treated as a subhuman monster, and how could she have expected anything else?
Why hadn't she taken it slowly?
Lois wanted to scream. But she couldn't - Clark would hear.
She wanted to punch something. But she couldn't - he would hear that, too.
She snatched up the two racquets, the tennis ball, and a large piece of chalk from her desk.
Thanks!
Corrina.
