Remember the Sullivan story we did in Smallville." She sits up "Whoooo! Jordy, you know the semiconscious mind can play tricks on us. Then she tosses it aside," he says with a gesture that knocks him off balance enough to have to compensate with his feet to keep from falling from the bench he sat on. "Standing over us holding my damn car up over her head. "Blonde lady of the female persuasion." he gestures with his hands to patronize her. Jaime interrupts him, "Don't you say broad!" "Superman's poll ratings were dipping down at the time. "Uh, publicity stunt." He racks the weights, sits up and faces Jaime. I, uh, thought it, uh, was, some sort of," puffs as the weights are increasingly difficult. Between her thrusts, "The Supergirl is a myth, Jordy. Opposite him is his camera woman Jaime Olsen. "I'm telling you I didn't imagine it! I saw the Supergirl!" Jordan says between thrusts of the free weights he is bench pressing. Jordan's eyes cross and he passes out over backwards. WHOOSH! She vanishes in a bluish blur (the color of her clothing). "You should learn patience, and to drive safer," she said to him. And it bounds back away from them and lands on its four wheels. ![]() He is slack jawed as she thrusts the car with a grunt. The blonde woman is standing over him holding up the car over both their heads! Stupefied, Jordan looks over to his side. Grinding metal sounds the protest the cars braking from its inertial continuance. This is it! The car takes a bounce and is about to crash down upon him when it stops just above him. He turns to see his car is still tumbling right for him. Instantly he is ejected like a projectile ahead of the car. ![]() But the torque is too much and the car tumbles. To avoid plunging into traffic below, he cranks his wheel towards the grassy center of a clover leaf exit. He narrowly misses stopped cars and careens over an embankment and down to a crossing highway below. He swerves to avoid a collision and he loses control. This is his break! He races the engine and steers for the gap in traffic and mutters under his breath but with exceeding glee "Stupid bitch!"Īs his car reaches critical racing speed, the gap abruptly closes and cars slam on the brakes. ![]() she always seems to catch up or even pass him. Jordan takes particular umbrage with her for some reason taking notice that no matter how much he tries to pass her shifting from lane to lane. With her xray vision she knows exactly how far ahead the traffic will clear. One modest car with a blonde woman driver seems not to be bothered by the traffic at all. His flashy sports car with the top down and impatient driving, shifting from lane to lane to get ahead, only adds to the frustration of all else. A few others, however, feel their urgency to arrive at their destination is more important than everyone else's. Most succumb to the fact that they are going nowhere in a hurry. Typical morning rush hour traffic clogs the highways and biways of National City.
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