Kissing In A Tree 6.0
I'm alive!!!!!!!!!!!!
I haven't quit yet. In spite of being so dead.
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Lillian Luthor massaged her temples as she took a break from her business reports.
Another day, another threat.
Someone out there was holding a grudge. Maybe for being fired wrongfully in the past, or they wanted revenge, or they just had the age old lust for money.
Her head of security kept telling her not to worry, but.
It was a fear she couldn’t quite shake off.
But that did not stop her from living life.
She had put in a call to the Kents during the day for a dinner invitation, wanting to get to know her son’s ‘in laws’ better. Lex’s destiny speeches were so cute, especially when he talked about the mansion or castle he was going to buy for Clark. He hadn’t decided which yet.
The sound of knocking.
“Come in.”
The familiar form of a blonde haired and blue eyed man was a welcome respite.
“Hello, Gabriel.”
He fiddled with his tie as he talked.
“Miss Lillian...hi...I was on my way to lunch, and, uh, to get there, I need to pass by your office, and your secretary was out, I didn’t mean to barge in, but, well, since I am so happening to do so, I thought it might be your lunch time too...so...”
“So?” She smiled encouragingly.
“Since I happen to be hungry, and perhaps so that you may be hungry after all those reports for a bite too, so seeing that we are both in such a predicament, and that it so happens to be lunchtime, that maybe you would, if you were at a stopping point, and I being at a similar stopping point, might, ahh, could possibly be going in the same way, direction, at the potentially same exact time, and in light of the factor of these exponents coming together, this would be a lucrative, I mean, beneficial way for an exchanging of colleagues’s ideas, and they always say food is for thought, and on that basis that we could both be agreeable...”
“Too?” A little bit more, and he’d get there.
“Could we have lunch together?” He blurted.
Lillian stood.
A most welcome respite indeed.
“Let’s go.”
He gave her such a light hearted and sunny smile, it made her sigh.
“You must start calling me Lillian, though.”
This time he tugged at his bow tie, making it almost lop sided.
“Sure, sure. Lillian.”
He held open the door for her.
“After you.”
When he finally asks me out, I wonder how long that speech will be?
The thought did not worry her.
As long as it was sooner rather than later.
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I haven't quit yet. In spite of being so dead.
~~~~~~~
Lillian Luthor massaged her temples as she took a break from her business reports.
Another day, another threat.
Someone out there was holding a grudge. Maybe for being fired wrongfully in the past, or they wanted revenge, or they just had the age old lust for money.
Her head of security kept telling her not to worry, but.
It was a fear she couldn’t quite shake off.
But that did not stop her from living life.
She had put in a call to the Kents during the day for a dinner invitation, wanting to get to know her son’s ‘in laws’ better. Lex’s destiny speeches were so cute, especially when he talked about the mansion or castle he was going to buy for Clark. He hadn’t decided which yet.
The sound of knocking.
“Come in.”
The familiar form of a blonde haired and blue eyed man was a welcome respite.
“Hello, Gabriel.”
He fiddled with his tie as he talked.
“Miss Lillian...hi...I was on my way to lunch, and, uh, to get there, I need to pass by your office, and your secretary was out, I didn’t mean to barge in, but, well, since I am so happening to do so, I thought it might be your lunch time too...so...”
“So?” She smiled encouragingly.
“Since I happen to be hungry, and perhaps so that you may be hungry after all those reports for a bite too, so seeing that we are both in such a predicament, and that it so happens to be lunchtime, that maybe you would, if you were at a stopping point, and I being at a similar stopping point, might, ahh, could possibly be going in the same way, direction, at the potentially same exact time, and in light of the factor of these exponents coming together, this would be a lucrative, I mean, beneficial way for an exchanging of colleagues’s ideas, and they always say food is for thought, and on that basis that we could both be agreeable...”
“Too?” A little bit more, and he’d get there.
“Could we have lunch together?” He blurted.
Lillian stood.
A most welcome respite indeed.
“Let’s go.”
He gave her such a light hearted and sunny smile, it made her sigh.
“You must start calling me Lillian, though.”
This time he tugged at his bow tie, making it almost lop sided.
“Sure, sure. Lillian.”
He held open the door for her.
“After you.”
When he finally asks me out, I wonder how long that speech will be?
The thought did not worry her.
As long as it was sooner rather than later.
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