Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 16:52:50 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Erotic Adventures Of Lois Lane

The Erotic Adventures Of Lois Lane
       by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction
and includes scenes of sexual activity.
It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the
non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody . No copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be
made from the distribution of this story.


Part One

       The brown tressed woman hit the
brakes hard as she brought her car to a
sudden stop at the corner of Bessolo
Boulevard and Reeves Lane, sending her
short shoulder length hair in every
direction.  After hearing the first reports
of the jewelry store robbery on her police
scanner, the Daily Planet reporter had
raced across town at a speed far
exceeding the posted limits.  A fact that
didn't interest any of the almost fifty
officers spread out in front of her along
Bessolo Boulevard.
       Their attention was centered
instead on the front of Larson's Jewelry,
where, according to the police radio, two
gunmen now held a half dozen hostages
following a robbery gone wrong.  Flashing
her press pass to the uniformed officer
manning the wooden barricade that kept
the curious back, the brunette scanned
the crowd of blue in front of her, looking
for someone in command.
       Dressed in the same blue blouse and
slacks as the officers around her, the
Police Captain was the smallest person in
the group.  Despite that, even to a casual
onlooker, there was no doubt that she was
the one in charge
       "Captain Sawyer,"  she said in a
strong tone as she approached, hoping to
catch the attention of the commander of
the Special Crimes Unit before one of the
other officers directed her back to where
the other reporters had been placed.
       Oh hello, Lane,"  Maggie Sawyer
said as she finished her conversation with
her second in command.  "I should've
known you'd be showing up before this was
all over."
       Ten years older than the reporter,
Margaret Sawyer had originally started
her law enforcement career in Star City.
She had moved to Metropolis and the MPD
following a messy divorce five years
before.  It was a testament to her ability
that in that short time she had risen
through the ranks to Captain and the
command of the newly created SCU.
       Lois took in the tone of Sawyer's
voice as she looked at the Police Captain.
Her use of the reporter's last name
ignored the friendship between the two
women that had grown out of their
professional relationship.  Then again, Lois
took the fact that her first order hadn't
been for someone to escort her back to
the press area as a good sign.
       "What's the situation, Captain?"
Lois asked, keeping her tone on the same
professional level.
       "One dead security guard and seven
hostages, including four children,"  the
Captain said as she ran a hand through her
close cropped hair.  "We've tried to
establish a dialogue with them, but they
say they don't trust anyone in blue.  Now
they say they'll to talk to a reporter, but
only one that they recognize.  I guess
they're worried we'll try to slip in a
ringer.  Even offered to let the kids go if
we went for it, but so far, I haven't had
any eager volunteers from the esteemed
members of the press over there."  she
finished with a motion over her shoulder
to where the media was assembled.
       "Well say no more,"  Lois replied,  "I
may have only been with the Planet a few
years now, but my face has gotten pretty
well known.  Enough that they'll know I'm
not wearing blue under brown."
       "Lois," Maggie Sawyer said, the tone
of her voice changing to reflect that she
was now talking to the woman in front of
her and not the reporter.  "These men
have already killed one person.  I hope you
don't think I expected you to ..."
       "We're wasting time, Mags,"  Lois
said, interrupting her friend.  "Let's get
those kids out of there."
       Captain Sawyer looked into her
friend's rich blue eyes and saw the
determination there.  For a moment, she
was tempted to turn down her offer, but
then she let her professionalism take over.
       "You will be careful, won't you?"
Maggie said as she reluctantly agreed.
       "Don't you know me by now?"  Lois
asked in response.
       "I do,"  the Police Commander said,
"that's what I'm afraid of."

       Stepping in front of the long line of
police cars that divided the Boulevard,
Lois started walking toward the jewelry
store carrying only her portable tape
recorder.
       "I'm Lois Lane of the Daily Planet,"
she called out as she got to the closed
door of the fashionable shop.  "You said
you wanted to talk to a reporter."
       The door opened in response and a
gruff, female voice called out for her to
enter.
       For a brief moment, Lois asked
herself if she knew what she was doing.
Less than a week from now, she was
scheduled to make the trip of a lifetime as
a civilian-observer aboard NASA's new
experimental spaceplane, Constitution,
when it landed at Metropolis Airport as
part of the city's Tri-Centennial.  Was she
risking the story of her career on a
dangerous stunt now?
       Lois banished that thought as she
remembered the hostages still inside.  Her
heart was beating a mile a minute, but she
kept reminding herself that she hadn't
gotten to where she was in the newspaper
game without taking some risks.  Lois took
a last glance over her shoulder at the
protective line of blue uniforms behind
her.  Then with a deep breath, she left
their relative safety and stepped over the
doorstep.

       Her reporter's eyes quickly swept
the room, taking in as many details as she
could.  The hostages were in a single group
behind the counter at the far end of the
store.  Standing in front of them was one
of the two robbers, a tall, slim man in his
early twenties.  In his hand he was waving
an old fashion .38 revolver.
       "Inside,"  the same female voice
that had called to her outside said from
behind the door.
       Lois tilted her head just enough to
get a good look at the speaker.  She was a
few inches taller than her own five foot
six and had long dirty blond hair.  Heavy
set with large, unrestrained breasts, the
woman whose age Lois placed at about
thirty, completed her ensemble of
dungarees and a blue T-shirt with a quite
lethal Uzi machine pistol.  Instinctively,
the brunette knew that she was the leader
of the duo and the most dangerous.
       As the door closed behind her, a
sudden flush of bile filled her throat as
Lois looked to her left and saw the blood
covered body of the store's security
guard.  A white haired man in his late
fifties, half his head had been blown off.
Deep in her mind, the twenty-five year old
heard her father's voice reminding her
how important it was to remain cool during
a crisis.
       "Okay, you have your reporter to
negotiate,"  Lois said as she tried to block
out the image of the dead man.  "Now lets
let's the kids go like you promised."
       "Not so fast,"  the woman whose
name Lois later learned was Phyllis Brown
said. "First we make sure that you didn't
bring any surprises."
       With that, the larger woman ran
her hands up and down Lois's body,
checking for a hidden weapon.  Captain
Sawyer had offered Lois a gun to take
with her, but she had wisely declined.
       After taking a long feel of Lois's
breasts through her yellow blouse, Phyllis
abruptly slid her hand up under the brown
skirt and pressed it between the
reporter's legs.  The sudden pressure of
her fingers against her mound caused the
younger woman to loudly object.
       "Tough shit, bitch,"  Phyllis said as
she withdrew her hand, but not before
taking a second feel.  "College girl like you
probably had plenty of your sorority
sisters put their hands down there.  You
could've had a gun down there."
       "All right, you had your fun," Lois
said, not believing her claim about the gun
for a second.  "Now you let the kids go and
we'll talk."
       "Don't act like you're in charge
here, bitch,"  the older woman said as she
waved her machine pistol menacingly in
Lois's direction.  "It wouldn't take much
for you to wind up like that old man over
there."
       "Come on, Phyllis,"  the younger of
the two thieves said. "We said we'd let
the kids go if they got us someone to talk
to."
       "I'd listen to your friend,"  Lois
said, trying to hide the slight tremor in
her voice.  "The only chance you have of
getting out of here is to show the Police
out there some goodwill."
       "What if maybe I don't care about
getting out of here,"  Phyllis said as she
moved closer to Lois.  "What if I'd rather
blow all these miserable assholes away,
starting with you?"
       "Then I think you'd be right behind
me,"  Lois said defiantly.  "These people
are the only thing that's keeping the SCU
from turning you and your friend over
there into dog food."
       Phyllis laughed, lowering her weapon
for the first time.  "You got guts, I'll give
you that much,"  she said to Lois.  "I like
women who are fighters."
       She stepped away from Lois, leaving
her to ponder that last remark.  Phyllis
motioned to her companion to let the kids
come out from behind the counter.
       "Okay, Jimmy,"  she said,  "Get
those brats out of here before I change
my mind."
       Her younger partner wasted no time
in shepherding the four children out the
front door.  Lois watched and wondered
what kind of hold Phyllis had over Jimmy.
They didn't look related, so she had a good
guess.  He didn't seem as hard a case as
she was either, and the reporter wondered
if there was a way she could use that to
her advantage.
       "All right, now down to business,"
Phyllis said as the last of the kids reached
the Police lines.  "You got your little
notebook?"  she said to Lois.
       In response, Lois held up her small
micro-recorder.  It had been years since
she had used pen and paper.  Having a
photographic memory, the recorder was
only a back up that made the legal
department down at the paper happy.
       Phyllis began to ramble on into the
small machine, outlining a set of
outrageous demands that Lois knew the
MPD would never agree to.  Especially not
since this escalated from a simple robbery
to cold-blooded murder - something which
seemed to have escaped both Phyllis and
Jimmy.
       "These demands might take some
time,"  Lois said, hoping to buy Maggie and
the SCU a chance to work out a plan of
action that would defuse the situation.
       "Well then maybe you can stay here
with us,"  Phyllis said as she brushed her
hand against Lois's cheek,  "and you and I
can find a more pleasant way to pass the
time."
       It took all of Lois's self control not
to push her hand away.  Even with the Uzi
in her hand, it would be a cold day in hell
before she let scum like Phyllis touch her
in such a way.  Remember the hostages,
she told herself.
       "In fact,"  Phyllis went on, "since
you tape recorded what I want to say to
the Police, I think I'll just let one of these
other people take it out to them.  Call it
another show of good faith."
       A murmur of excitement erupted
among the other three people behind the
countertop.  Lois knew that she couldn't
pass up the chance to get another one of
them out of here.  She reached out and
handed her recorder to Phyllis.
       "Jimmy, pick one,"  Phyllis called
over her shoulder as she gave Lois a look
that reminded her of a hungry dog being
presented with a bone.
       Jimmy turned and looked at the
three remaining people.  There was old man
Larson, his sales clerk and the woman who
had come in with the children.  To him
there was no choice, he picked the woman.
       "Now you just walk slow and steady
across the street,"  Phyllis said as she
handed the tape recorder to the woman.
"You understand me?"
       Unable to find her voice, she nodded
her understanding.  Phyllis told Jimmy to
open the door and let her out.
       Lois took a few steps closer to
Jimmy and the door.  Not enough to make
anyone think she was going to make a run
for it, a futile effort with an Uzi at her
back anyway.  Just enough so that she
could see what was going on outside.
       "You know, Jimmy,"  Phyllis said as
she also watched the woman through the
large plate glass display window.  "I got
the impression that the little missy here
don't think that the Police are going to be
too impressed with our demands.  That
they might not be willing to give us what
we want.  Isn't that right, little missy."
       "You'd know that better than I
would,"  Lois responded, thinking that a
bad situation was about to take an even
greater turn for the worse.
       "It seems to me,"  Phyllis went on,
"that they'd be more inclined to give us
what we wanted if they took us a little
more seriously."
       "I think they take you quite
seriously,"  Lois said, motioning to the
prone body of the dead guard.
       "Oh that was an accident,"  Phyllis
laughed.  "Damn fool wouldn't drop his gun
when I told him to.  This time, they'll know
we meant it."
       "This time?"  a confused Lois asked.
       "Jimmy,"  Phyllis said in a cold, calm
voice.  "I want you to shoot that woman
walking across the street.  Put one right in
the back of her pretty head.  We don't
need her to talk to the Police, all we have
to say is on that little recorder in her
hand."
       Twin cold waves flashed through
Lois's body.  The first caused by the
notion that she could've been the woman
out there in the street, unaware that she
had just been selected to die to make a
point.  The second from the knowledge
that there was no way she was just going
to stand there and let it happen.
       "Jimmy, no, you can't,"  she called
out to the weak link among the two.  "You
can't just kill her."
       "Jimmy, I told you to do something,"
Phyllis said angrily.  "Now do it!"
       Jimmy raised his pistol and aimed it
at the back of the woman's head.  He was
a crack shot if nothing else.  There was no
way he could miss.  A long three seconds
passed as he hesitated.  Then he dropped
his arm, his weapon unfired.
       "Goddamn you, Jimmy Nelson!"
Phyllis shouted as she began to raise her
own gun and take aim out the window.
       Lois saw her opportunity and didn't
waste a second of it.  An Army brat, she
had been trained in the use of firearms by
her father since before she was even a
teenager.  In one fluid motion, she jabbed
an elbow into Jimmy's stomach, knocking
the breath out of him.  Continuing her
move, she grabbed the revolver out of his
hand and turned it in the direction of
Phyllis.
       On television or in the movies, this
was the point where the hero, or heroine
in this case, called out for the villain to
drop their weapon and give up.  But this
was real life and Lois knew all too well that
things didn't really happen quite the way
Hollywood said so.
       Without hesitation, her finger
closed on the trigger, sending a lead slug
across the room to find a resting place in
the center of Phyllis chest.  In reaction,
the air exploded out of the larger woman's
lungs and her grip on her machine pistol
came loose.  By the time the bang of the
shot reached her ears, she was already
dead and didn't hear it.
       "Don't you move,"  Lois said to
Jimmy as she turned the gun in his
direction.
       The sound of running feet filled the
air and within seconds the SCU filled the
store.  Two of them relieved Lois of both
the firearm and the remaining live suspect.
       "My God, Lois,"  Maggie Sawyer said
as she followed her assault troops into the
store, "what the hell did you think you
were doing?"


Part Two

       It took Lois a few breaths to regain
her composure.  Then she told Maggie
what had happened and how the young
mother was about to be killed just short
of the Police line.
       "You still took a hell of a risk,"
Maggie said, glancing down at Phyllis's
body and feeling an admiration for the
accuracy of the killing shot.  "and
officially, that's what I'm going to have to
say in my report."
       "I don't have a problem with that,"
Lois replied, knowing that the powers that
be would come down on her friend if she
said anything less.
       "Unofficially,"  the Captain added,
the SCU is about to undergo a major
expansion.  If you ever want to trade in
your word processor for a badge, I'll be
glad to recommend you."
       "Thanks, but no thanks, Mag,"  Lois
said as the rush of it all finally began to
wear off.  "but what I could use is a drink
right now, or at least after I file my
story."
       'I'll tell you what,"  Maggie said.
"You call in and file your story and then
we'll go down to headquarters and write
my report.  Even though you're not on the
Force, we're going to need an official
statement from you on the shooting. After
that, I'll take you out to dinner.  Hell,
after what you did today, I'll even cook
you dinner."
       "You can cook?"  Lois asked in
surprise.
       "Some of us do manage to acquire
non-professional skills along the way,"  the
older woman laughed.
       "This I have to see,"  Lois laughed
as well.


       "That was a truly awful dinner,"
Lois said as she stretched out on the left
end of the small couch in Maggie's three
room apartment.
       "Really?"  Maggie, who was on the
right side of the couch, asked.  "I guess
that helps explain the second and third
helpings you had."
       "Well I didn't want to hurt your
feelings,"  Lois countered as she raised the
small glass filled with amber liquid to her
lips.  "At least until I had a chance to raid
your liquor cabinet."
       Despite the fact that she really
didn't drink all that often, Lois drained
the glass in a single gulp.  If any day called
for a drink, this one certainly had.
       "Insult my cooking and drink my
booze, huh,"  Maggie laughed as she
drained her own glass.  The day had been
no less hard on her.  "If I had wanted
treatment like that I'd have invited
Inspector Turpin to dinner."
       Lois laughed as well, picturing the
bull moose of a police officer laying here
on Maggie's couch.

       "You know, the Department wants
me to do a few interviews with the press,"
Maggie said, changing the subject.  "Get
some positive publicity for the SCU and
the expansion."
       "Sounds like a good idea.  I'd be the
first to say you do great work."  Lois
replied.  " Do you want me to try and
arrange something with the Planet?"
       "No, the department already set
something up with The Star,"  Maggie
answered as she refilled both their
glasses.  "Some reporter named Toby
Raines."
       "I've met her at a few functions,
she's good.,"  Lois said as she took a small
sip of her drink this time.  "Not as good as
me of course but ..."
       "Is anyone as good as you?"  the
older woman cut her off.
       "If there is, I haven't met them
yet."  Lois laughed.
       "Why did I know you were going to
say that."  Maggie replied.
       "Seriously though, I think you'll like
her."
       "Do you mean that I'll like her as a
reporter,"  Maggie asked as she sat up, "or
that I'll like her as you're trying to play
matchmaker again."
       "Well I don't know from first hand
experience,"  Lois said, "but a little birdie
whispered in my ear."
       "Speaking of whispers,"  Maggie
changed the subject.  "What's this I keep
hearing about you and Lex Luthor?"
       "I've had dinner with him a few
times, been to a few parties he's thrown."
Lois answered.  "Now all of a sudden he
wants to make me wife number 6, or is it
7."
       "And are you going to be?"
       "Not planning on it,"  Lois replied.
"Lex is the type of man who likes to own
things.  I think the real reason he wants
me so much is that I'm one of the few
women he's met that has no problem
saying no to him."
       "He's a pretty powerful man,"
Maggie noted.  "A lot of people say the
most powerful man in Metropolis."
       "Power isn't everything,"  Lois said.
"There has to be something more in a man,
something special."
       "From what I've seen,"  Maggie said,
"I think you're looking for something more
than just special."
       "What do you mean?"  Lois asked.
       "You act like you're looking for some
kind of superman,"  Maggie explained.
       "A superman?"  Lois laughed.  "Not
likely in this town."
       "Well, if only for tonight,"  Maggie
asked as she put her drink down on the
table and moved closer to Lois.  "Would
you settle for an ordinary woman?"
       "You're hardly ordinary,"  Lois
replied as she met Maggie halfway and
pressed her lips to hers.

       As their lips met, Lois felt Maggie's
hands press against her large breasts.
The reporter let out a soft sigh between
kisses as Maggie's fingers began to undo
the buttons of Lois's blouse.  The touch of
her hand against naked flesh caused the
younger woman's heart to beat a little
more rapidly.
       Even as the yellow material parted
to reveal the large globes beneath, lips
and tongues continued to dance against
their counterparts.  Probing, caressing,
sharing the fire rising in each of them.
       Only when she slid the blouse down
Lois's arms did Maggie finally look down at
the lacy white push-up bra beneath.  It
was designed more to put the soft mounds
on display rather than restrain them,
reminding the veteran officer that Lois
liked  to use any advantage to get her
story.  Well within reason of course.  Lois
might give a source a quick look to loosen a
tongue, but she hadn't slept her way to
the top.
       Maggie reached down to the small
clasp between the D-cups and undid it.
The flimsy material came loose in her
hands, the softness of it only exceeded a
moment later by that of Lois's breasts.
The ace reporter let out an even louder
sigh as strong hands cupped her mounds.
       Lowering her head, Maggie brought
her lips to the bright pink nipples in her
hand.  Excitedly, she lifted each mound to
her mouth and licked each of them.
       "Oh God, Mags,"  Lois gasped as she
felt the older woman's tongue caress her
flesh,  "you do that better than anyone
else I know."
       As she closed her eyes for a
moment, just to savor Maggie's touch, Lois
was reminded what else the woman in her
arms did better than anyone else.  The
memory brought an anticipatory warmth
between her legs.
       With a roughness that excited Lois,
Maggie pressed her hand between the
reporter's legs and rubbed her fingers
against the damp panties covering her
mound.  Lois shifted her body on the couch
to give Maggie better access to her
womanhood.
       The feel of Maggie's fingers against
her mound brought Lois back to the first
time they had made love.  It had been a
year ago, on the night she had first
interviewed the newly promoted Captain.
Neither of them had expected the
interview to end in bed, but neither had
been disappointed at the outcome either.
       Lois had been bisexual since her
college years, taking what pleasures life
had to offer when and where she could.
During her meteoric rise to prominence, it
was all she was willing to let happen.
       Maggie, on the other hand, had
come to realize her lesbianism later in life,
after she had married and begun to raise a
family.  She had left behind a husband,
daughter and career to start over in
Metropolis.  Like Lois, she'd let little in
the way of emotional entanglements get in
the way of her career.
        Despite the difference in their
ages, she and Lois were kindred spirits.
Neither thought the other "the one", but
both were more than happy to take solace
in each other's arms when the opportunity
arose.  So far, this was the third time it
had.
       Lois felt herself being pressed down
on the couch as Maggie  climbed on top of
her.  Normally, the younger brunette
preferred to be the aggressor in
lovemaking, but Maggie was the exception
to that rule.
       The two women pressed their
clothed bodies against each other, their
mouths and hands continuing to explore
the other.  They played for a few minutes
more, then separated to rid themselves of
their inhibiting clothes.

       Maggie quickly undid her police blue
shirt and slacks as Lois took off her skirt.
Footwear and remaining undergarments
quickly followed as each filled with desire.
       Maggie was slightly taller than Lois,
but had breasts half her size.  Even so,
they perfectly fit her much slimmer build.
Each was capped by a small, bright pink
areola.  Between her legs rested a thick
bush of dark brown hair.
       In contrast, Lois kept her own
mound tightly trimmed to the point where
it was almost teenlike in appearance.
Lifting her hands to her heavy breasts,
the twenty-five year old played for a
moment with her thick nipples.  An
appreciation of which was clearly evident
in Maggie's eyes.
       Again taking the lead, Maggie pulled
Lois to her and kissed her hard, her hands
replacing Lois's around her large mounds.
Excitedly, Maggie lifted one mound at a
time to her mouth once more, taking the
thick nipples between her lips.
       As she sucked at Lois's bounty,
Maggie's free hand returned again to the
soft spot between Lois's legs and this
time, penetrated her with two of her
fingers.  An action Lois was quick to
duplicate on the Police Captain.
       Lois also took the opportunity to
orally caress Maggie's mounds as well.
They might not have been as spectacular
as her own, but from the passion she drew
from them it was obvious that she didn't
care about that in the least.

       The pace of their lovemaking
increased as Maggie again showed her
dominance and pressed Lois face down on
the hard wood floor. The taller woman
climbed on top of her and began to
massage her way down the length of Lois's
body.
       Her strong hands caressed the soft
flesh, starting at her shoulders and quickly
coming to rest at the supple cheeks of her
ass.  Maggie spread Lois's legs and lifted
her slightly off the floor.  Just far enough
to give her free access to the reporter's
womanhood.
       Wasting no time, the short haired
woman pressed her tongue deep within her
lover, quickly producing a series of quick
reactions within Lois's body.  Loving women
might have come later in life for Maggie,
but she had more than made up for the
late start with a natural desire to give
pleasure.
       Resounding waves of delight
fluttered across Lois's body as she felt
Maggie's tongue and fingers stroke her
most sensitive spots.  Her heart began to
race once more, mirroring the warm rush
that was causing her body to begin to
gently quiver.
       Taking hold of Lois's legs, Maggie
flipped the reporter over, giving her even
greater access to her now saturated
mound.  Without missing a beat, she
continued her ministrations, pushing the
younger woman closer to the edge of bliss.
       Feeling Lois's body beginning to
erupt, Maggie grabbed hold of her cheeks
and held her even tighter.  Waves of
pleasure washed over Lois as an orgasm of
spectacular proportions burst from within
her.
       Maggie held her tight, not releasing
her hold until the younger woman's climax
was totally spent.  Savoring the results of
her orgasm with almost as much enjoyment
as it had been for the recipient.
       Almost was something that Lois
wasn't about to let Maggie settle for.  As
soon as she caught her breath, Lois
switched their positions and went to work
on Maggie with an equal if not greater
intensity.
       One thing she had gained from her
hard driving father that she had always
appreciated was the motivation to be the
best at everything she did.  While she was
sure orally pleasing another woman was
hardly one of the things Captain Sam Lane
had in mind when he offered that advice,
Lois had made certain in the years since
that if she couldn't be the best, she would
be close enough for no one to be able to
complain.
       Maggie's body began to quake as
Lois's had as the reporter licked and
sucked her excited clit with a fevered
intensity.  The rich aroma of the older
woman's excitement filled Lois, acting as
an aphrodisiac and driving her even harder.
       Maggie cried out loudly as an orgasm
deeper than that she had given Lois filled
her.  Her slim body twitched spastically as
she threw her head back.  Maggie's thighs
contracted and her legs wrapped tight
around Lois's head.  A distraction that
Lois ignored as she continued to massage
her lover with her tongue, coming to a stop
only long after the last of Maggie's violent
tremors had subsided.

       The two women lay naked and
intertwined on the hard wood floor,
enjoying the slowly cooling press of each
other's body.  There was no need for
artificial words of endearment, they were
beyond such superficialities.  Each had
given the other exactly what she needed,
under conditions that both could accept.
       It would be nice, they would both
admit, if there could be something more.
Maybe someday, each would be lucky
enough to meet "the one".  If that day
ever did come, both would be happy for
the other.  After all, that's what real
friends wanted for each other.

       "Oh shit,"  Maggie said as the small
beeper still clipped to her belt began to
chime.  "Can't I even get one full night to
spend with someone."
       Lois smiled as Maggie untangled
herself and retrieved the beeper.  Despite
what her lover said, she knew they were
only words.  Like in her own case, career
always came first.
       "What's up?"  Lois asked.
       "Duty calls,"  Maggie said as she
picked up the phone and quickly dialed a
number.
       Lois had to fight her instincts and
not try to overhear the brief phone
conversation.  That was one of the rules
their friendship was based on.  Lois would
never use information gained through
personal intimacy.
       "Meet me outside in fifteen
minutes, Dan,"  Lois heard Maggie say just
before hanging up the receiver.
       "I'm afraid that you'll have to let
yourself out, Lois,"  Maggie apologized.  "I
just have time for a quick shower."
       "No problem, I heard,"  Lois replied
as she began to gather her own clothes
off the floor.
       She was thankful that her own car
was parked right outside the building
because a quick whiff told her that she
needed a shower as well.  Dressing quickly,
she headed for the door in order to be
gone before Maggie's ride showed up.  The
Police Captain might not hide the fact that
she slept with women, but it was better
for all if people didn't know which women
they were.  A lot less complications that
way.
       "Oh and Lois,"  Maggie said before
she vanished into the bathroom.  "If you
do happen to find a superman when you go
up on the Constitution next week, be sure
to ask him if he has a sister.  In fact, I'd
even settle for a cousin."
       "Yeah, right,"  Lois laughed before
closing the apartment door behind her.
"I'd have to go into outer space to find
the guy that's going to get me to settle
down."

End