"Is everything all right, Madame?"

Bryce Falcone (formerly Bryce Wayne) nodded absently as she idly toyed with her gleaming pearly necklace. The socialite was gorgeous, her own natural beauty enhanced by plastic surgery that gave her a perfectly sculptured nose and a truly impressive bust that jiggled as she walked, just like how her husband mob boss Carmine Falcone liked it.

"Actually, Alfreda, I've been having some strange dreams."

"Yes?" said her always obedient lady's maid.

"Dreams where I'm wearing a costume and fighting crime and being a MAN," Bryce said. "Dreams where I'm even fighting Carmine...."

* * *

"Lexie?" Clara cooed.

"Yes, my darling?"

The farm girl giggled. She loved it when Lex called her nice things. It was like a fairy tale, the way he'd sweeped her up into his life like Prince Charming sweeping his princess on to his white horse.

"When are we gonna have our wedding?" Clara asked.

Next Chapters

• Clara and Lex talk about their wedding (Open)
• Lola continues to investigate (Open)
• Bryce discusses her dream with Alfreda (Open)
• A Singapore-American prostitute starts to wonder if she wasn't actually from some island instead....
• A dtzy blonde tv weathergirl has a silly dream about Atlantis. (Open)

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