Lois had been gone for more than a month, supposedly chasing after a hot story. The letter hadn't said what the story was, but then Lois often liked to be enigmatic.
Lonely but understanding, Superman was flying over Suicide Slums when he heard a commotion. A well-dressed man, obviously a pimp, was slapping a prostitute, while a couple of other prostitutes watched.
"You think you can cheat me?" the pimp snarled as he slapped her. "You think you can cheat me, bitch?"
The pimp raised another hand to slap her again, but then Superman grabbed his wrist. "That's enough."
Lo-Lo took a step back into the shadows. Superman! Clarkie! She knew what he'd do if he saw her. He'd try to force Lo-Lo back into her boring old life, making her be a horrid old reporter prude who never got any and was married to a limp-dicked pussy who'd
rather save the world than give her the fucking she needed. No, what Lo-Lo needed was a rich sugardaddy who would fuck her rotten and shower her with pretty gifts.
And maybe, once she proved herself to Lexie, he'd be her sugardaddy.
Gawd, she hated Superamn. What a loser prude who tried to make her a loser prude too and fought real studs like Lexie!
Lo-Lo rubbed her purse. Lexie had given her something special for when Superman showed-up. Lexie would be so proud of her!
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