“Wait! I should give you a tip,” Lois insisted, for probably the first time in her life.
Like the tip of her tongue between his lips.
She thinks of him as Clark.
“It’s the best pie you’ve ever tasted. You’ll swear it came from Rome itself, you will,” Clark said, waving his hand and walking down the hall.
She will be tempted to go back to her theory he was raised in Italy after eating it.
Lois: Maybe he first came to Italy, and then read one of my articles in the DP and decided that he needed to meet me.
She chuckled to herself and took her meal paid for by Clark over to her table.
I thought it was her meal made by Clark.
Flipping up the lid of the pizza box, the hot steam of pizza filled her nostrils, causing her to moan again.
Yes, she is moaning at Clark's work.
Party more, they will have a date.
