I passed on the poultry entree, going instead with the other choice - some kind of beef in wine sauce. It was pretty good, if a bit too French for my ...aste. I managed to eat my fill, as did the rest of the guests.Finally, as if a signal had been given, members of the staff cleared the plates from the table, while others, carrying trays of stemware filled with bubbling liquid, stationed the libations for the traditional toast at each diner's location. The liquid in my glass looked identical to. Lois ordered a coffee for herself, and then added anothermade the way she knew Clark preferred his coffee, to go.The cashier set to work, with what seemed to Lois to beunusual alacrity. She thought perhaps she was just cynicalbecause of the slow service that was the standard inMetropolis.Lois paid for the coffees, but the cashier seemed strangelyreluctant to accept the money. After, finally, taking themoney and putting it in the cash register she suddenlyblurted out a question. "It's for her,. "Shhh," he whispered. "It's me. It's Wrath." Envy nearly choked out a breath in relief, then began to laugh softly."You should have said that before! You scared the living daylights out of me!" She breathed in, long and hard, then exhaled, slowly calming herself. Then, she scanned Wrath over, her light blue eyes looking him up and down. When they landed on his arousal, she let herself inhale, her entire demeanor changing."You know," she panted, her mouth watering just a bit, "you can join me if. I guess I was too far gone to stop you; I'm sorry too, Dad. Just learn to control it. Find a girlfriend and have some real sex instead of dreaming about me." She gave me a hug to let me know everything was alright.I did my best to control my dreams after that. That night after Ron and Kitten went to bed, Caroline came up to me to ask me a favor."Dad, this gift of yours. Have you tried to use it for something other than sex?" No, I don't think so. What do you have in mind?" Carla is having.