“Okay,” Mayson sighed and shot Lois another angry glance. Her eyes were gleaming dangerously and suddenly she started to smile, sure of her victory. “I just came to ask you, if you’d like to spend the weekend with me. I’ve got a cabin in the mountains. It’s cold there, but there’s a fire-place and...” her voice trailed off, leaving the rest to imagination.

Lois heart missed a beat. This sly....! She couldn’t think of any swearword that would have even come close to describing Mayson. That woman was set on winning Clark over and Lois was beginning to fear that she would be successful. Honestly, Clark couldn’t but happily accept Mayson’s offer. Any man would rather want a caring woman who smiled at him, worshipping him for everyone to see. Why would he choose the snarling fury that lashed out at him and wouldn’t even give him a chance to explain anything? There wasn’t actually a choice, was there?