‘Go on, give it a kiss already.’ ‘No.’ Paige said, still pressing her lips together. ‘Never.’ Then his hand squeezed around her thro...t, making it impossible to breath, and while he was choking her with his one hand he slapped her in the face with the other. A white hot pain traveled through her cheek. She gasped for air, her lips tingling and then he let go. Relieved Paige sucked in some fresh air, but before she had the opportunity to relax, he had slapped her face again. She yelped. If anyone did happen to notice any resemblance, it was superficial enough to be easily dismissed. Especially since, as Laura, she always let her natural exuberance shine through, hardly the act of someone trying not to attract attention to herself, and it was in the Supergirl guise that she presented a much quieter persona. After all, Laura was who she was; Supergirl was just the name of the person wearing the costume.An elevator ride to the twenty-second floor brought her to the editorial. I awoke the next morning, to find my husband was already up and about, and a cup of coffee was on my dressing table.He came into the room and told me he was heading out to town to buy the papers and pick additional breakfast items.I was glad he was, I was thinking about John in the next room, 'Is John awake'?He shrugged his shoulders in a manner that he did not know, 'Let him sleep longer', he replied, as he made his way out of the room and the front door closed behind him.I jumped from my bed. I’vebeen looking forward for this day all week. I checked the time, it’s already 6:30 in the evening. I shut down my desktop, and prepare to leave the office. Had a glance of myself in the elevator mirror, my hair is a mess! I tried to tidy up my stubborn wavy hair. It’s been six months since I had a proper hair cut. Note to self, I need visit the salon ASAP! But on the second thought you love my hair long. Caught myself smiling, I remember the times you run your fingers through my hair..