Hi,
Great part.
As she knew it would, the phone rang again. Despite expecting it, she jumped back in startled fear. Fed up with it all, she picked up the phone in angry haste.
“Who is it? What do you want?” Her voice was angry and challenging.
<Click>
Lois threw the phone down as if she were shaking a furry tarantula off of her arm. She was trembling wildly, and she felt an old and very familiar sense of helpless panic overtake her. She was very tempted to cry.
When she is going to tell Clark that Luthor is stalking her.
When are they going to start working together to get Luthor.
“Uh.. it actually looks like you’re out of gas.”
She looked at her gauge and groaned.
“Am I really that stupid? My god – I could have sworn I had at least a quarter tank. I never run out of gas… Clark – maybe… could someone have done this – deliberately?”
“Sure. It’s possible.”
“But not likely. Right? I mean – you’re thinking I probably just forgot – “
“No. Lois. I don’t think that at all. Do you think this was a deliberate act ? If you do, then I do too.”
I don't think she forgot then gas. This was on purpose. :roadkill:
“Wow,” she gasped. “Wow. So that’s flying. Wow!”
He smiled at her enthusiasm. “I know. I love to fly. It was the one power that made being so different worth while.”
She love the flying.
More soon, please.
MAF
