Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers...to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized her the way she looked that Valentine's Day church dance where they met over sixty years ago. His mind's eye saw the beauty that had made him tongue tied to the point he almost didn't ask her for a dance.They danced most of the evening together and made arrangements for him to visit. "Now, look deep into my eyes. I think I can hypnotize people, too.Yes, I see that you are in a trance already. Your name is now LoisLane. Go into the next room, and put on the costume I've laid out foryou."Zombie-like, the woman who was now back in a form similar to that whichshe'd had until three days before, and by chance (or was it?) the samename she'd had, went to the next room as instructed.Jimmy Olsen came bounding up the stairs, yelling both Luke's andClaire's names. Superfem called out. "You know you were right about the Battle of Atlanta," she said quietly. "I was thinking of the Battle of Resaca." I just shrugged and took a gentle kiss from her. "I guess you get to brag now," she said in a teasing tone. "I wouldn't do that to my future wife and the mother of our children," I half teased back. "We're just going to a dance," she reminded me. Her body squirmed against mine and took my measure. "The dance was just the first step of my plan," I informed her. My hands sculpted. Suddenly, her legs trembled and her head jerked upwards, she whimpered a long sigh, and Tom's mouth was filled with a sudden expulsion of her juices.He became aware of pain in his proud friend, as it bounded frustratedly against his trousers, and he boldly undid the buttons to allow the garments to fall off him, and his manly staff to wave and throb in the direction of her ladyship's nesting place. Lady Astley gave up her valiant attempt to keep to her feet. Turning round, she slumped back on.