The way he touched her, the way his lips moved on hers had been glorious, sensuous. But now she's like nothing more than to grab those sensuous lips of his, wrap them around his neck and strangle him with them.
My goodness, what an image you put in my mind! I almost wanted to sketch it, but, you know, better not....
(You should probably write "she'd like", though.)
This is beautifully written, and you give us a delightful portrait of Lois. Over the top, but delightful. Personally, I've often thought that Clark gets away too easily with lying. This time, however - oh, boy!!! Like many others here, I loved Lois's Primal Scream therapy. I loved her tolerant neighbours, too. I just hope that Lois makes sure not to scream, not even into her pillow, after 10 p.m.!
I, too, wonder about this Dick Clark person. Who's he? And the idea that Clark could be anyone, seeing that he had been lying about himself, so that he could be
Joe Smith, or Bill Jones, or that bastard freak-of-nature Dick Clark
well, that's just irresistibly delightful!
And poor Clark, catching the crystal star that he had given Lois, to prevent it from breaking into a thousand little pieces. Let's hope his heart won't be broken in the last and final part of this!!!
Ann
- hehe I just read part one and then discovered part two!
Great stuff!
Make them better soon. Laura
