You know, I actually thought Mayson was getting better, that she'd recovered some of her equilibrium after a good night's sleep.
Oh, Terry, Terry Terry.... surely you know me better than that...
Then
this happened.
“It’s no big deal.” Mayson shrugged. “I mean, I guess I always knew she would be a problem, but I was kidding myself thinking we could be friends.” Mayson tapped her hand against the table. “She’s an okay person, and I guess she’s good enough at her job. Clark and I are working through it, though.”
Scardino’s eyebrows furrowed at that comment, trying to follow what Mayson was saying. “Wait, I thought Clark was with Lois?”
“Oh, God, no,” Mayson chuckled with the shake of her head. “Clark and Lois would never work together. She’s always jumping into disaster after disaster and way too high maintenance for him.”
How long before someone puts this insane female out of her misery?
Now why would I want to do that?
How long will she plague our favorite couple?
Until she's caught of course
How far will she go to reinforce her fantastic view of her personal virtual reality?
//whistles innocently//I don't know if this was her intent, but she just pointed Scardino at Lois like a Sparrow missile.
More of this in the next chapter. Yes, very much her intent.
How long will it be before she decides she's carrying Clark's baby?
//spews drink laughing uncontrollably//
Orders wedding invitations?
Oh, what a lovely colection of evil thoughts that could get Mayson into trouble....
Picks out china patterns? Registers them at Target and Wal-Mart and Dollar General?
It'd get really hard to hide her crazy with an apartment full of presents for her imaginary wedding. She should probably pick out a new place for her and her imaginary Clark to live in first.
How long before she really starts hating herself?
I prefer to think of it as a love / hate relationship at the moment.
You are
. Not as evil as a very few other stories on this site, but still --
I resemble that remark.
There is some real trouble coming.
Very much so.
Oh, Clark's rear end is not as badly bitten as I thought it would be.
He still has a hole to dig himself out of but the two are at least conversing.
Good thing he's such a super-kisser.
At least he didn't tell her when she was drunk.
Thanks for reading, Terry. I'm glad you're enjoying this tale.
