by Cyb

We rode around together on my Vespa and his question was still buzzing in my mind: "Is it true what they say about Lex Luthor?" If they say that he is a sexy man, then yes, it is true. If they say that he is a powerful man, then yes, it is true. If they say that he is a man beyond Enrique's grasp, then no, it is not true!

I said none of these things out loud, however, because, frankly, I did not want to get myself too excited while on the bike. Oh the 'kickstand' jokes this Pete would have made! No, it would not have done to become unduly excited, so I maintained my silence and to calm Master out of my mind, I thought of the preternaturally pretty one. Suddenly it was as if the Vespa's seat between my thighs was made of ice.

I asked this Pete where he lived, but he kept telling me the wrong directions, until we ended up at last in a corn field. "I think we're lost," I said.

"Oh no we're not," he replied.

Then, to my surprise, I felt something moist and smooth and warm flick against the back of my head where my hair is very short and almost stubbly. Was that... a tongue? Was it Pete's tongue? Or was it merely my own fevered imaginings, so willfully disobeying my Lana-induced frigidity? I became so shaken that I spilled all my Chupa Chups in the road and did not retrieve them! Bad Enrique!

Before I could turn around to ask this Pete what had happened, he had run off into the corn and disappeared. Very sneaky. From now on, I shall refer to him as Sneaky.