Then he floated toward the shaft, ready to dive into the darkness.
He emerged into a large room, and lights turned on at his arrival. Eight women, dressed scantily, threw themselves at him, shouting:
— Surprise, darling!
Uh-oh. This is not good.
Clark sat on the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose. After a few seconds, he began:
— As you know, there wasn’t a woman trapped in a shaft. But there *was* a Superman caught in a trap.
Yes. And Mindy Church is going to spin it against him.
— So, we don’t have a story anymore, unless you want to put my mishap on the *Planet*’s front page.
Lois grimaced:
— No, we don’t work for the *Love Fortress Magazine* — she playfully tapped his shoulder.
Unfortunately I'm sure that story will be splashed on the front page of the tabloids.
Andreia
