The man stepped back from his telescope and rubbed his eyes, then returned to the lens. For over a month, he had been watching the tall building that housed the headquarters of the great newspaper. He had had bugs planted in the offices, and he used the telescope to track the movements of the most important employees while he hatched a plot that would bring his long-time enemy to his knees. For Lex Luthor, this was a very important time to plan. And now, after watching the newspaper offices for over a month, he thought that he knew what he would do. He had his accomplices, who would help him in deceiving their common enemy. Yes, it was going to be so good! So fine!

Lex smiled down at the blonde woman beside him and slipped his arm around her, returning his eyes to the telescope. omehow it all seemed comfortable, and Sophie felt no guilt at this man showing a gesture of absent-minded affection toward her.She basked contentedly, sitting back on the aging springs of the sofa, and pulled a hand crocheted afghan over her knees that had been folded and thrown over the back. Her full stomach and after dinner glass of wine suddenly made her feel drowsy and she took the silent liberty of resting her head on Lex's shoulder.

"You're a hell of a cook," whispered Lex. The master criminal gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. His and felt strong and powerful through the thin fabric of her cotton dress. "T'ank you. And did you like the way I clean your floors?" she asked in her sing-songy Swedish accent, squeezing a little

closer to the man's side. And then, without a word between them, Lex allowed his fingers to slide along the upthrust swell of her breast until his opened palm cupped the full swinging mound of her tit delicately.

He could feel her body stiffen, her breath suddenly coming faster as with one finger, his middle one, he caressed the inviting softness of her breast, rubbing the swollen tiny peak of her nipple through her flimsy dress as he admired the ample, womanly figure she still possessed.