She bit her bottom lip demurely and nodded. “I’m ready, Clark. Take me now.”
She studied with Cat, huh?
The pencil in his hand broke in two.
Oops? Maybe he should accidentally spill some water on his pants?
It was only lunch, right? It wasn’t as if Lois would want to progress any further than lunch, not so soon after suggesting that they get back together, right?
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Lois shook her head. “No, now!” Nothing was as obstinate as Lois was once she had made a decision about something. Patience had never been one of her virtues.
She’s a Mad Dog in heat.
“Five minutes, and you can have me for the rest of the day,” he promised.
But what if she wants another 60 hours after that?
“Sold.” Her finger moved from his cheek to his lips. “But know this; I’m not going to settle for just the day, Clark.”
Read about the two-week honeymoon have we?
It wasn’t as seductive as the more practiced Cat,
I recommend he not tell Lois that.
She sat down and exposed her leg out the slit in her long skirt. What was he supposed to be writing about again?
Something fit for Love Fortress?
“Four minutes, thirty seconds, Clark,” she said.
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