“I thought I wasn’t going to be wearing tights this evening?” Scarlet
muttered darkly as he leaned closer to his bewigged fiancée. “I’m not
feeling very mild-mannered about this at all!”
“You’re not supposed to,” Rhapsody whispered. “You’re Superman – not Clark
Kent.”
“I thought they were one and the same.” Scarlet grunted.
“These tights are killing me – I daren’t tell you where they itch…”
Rhapsody shushed him, whispering, “Listen, I’m not letting Juliette get
away with hogging the limelight, and anyway, it isn’t every day I get you
in a clinch in public, so just enjoy it!”
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