Lois Has To Pee

They snuggled. Close and personal. Intimate. Lois Lane almost hated to break the moment, but nature was calling her urgently. She leaned in to whisper into her love's ear: "I have to pee."

Angelica grinned. "There's an employee restroom through the back door. You go tinkle, I'll get back to work."

So they clambered up together, rejoining the noise and hubbub of the bar. None of the topless waitresses said anything, but they gave lingering stares to the bottomless reporter, who hadn't had a chance to replace her pants yet. Blaze got back to work, filling the queue of orders. Lois pushed through the door behind the bar.

The reporter found herself in a cramped storage area, full of wine bottles and kegs, cleaning supplies and linen. There was a door all the way at the back, and she pushed it open to find a relatively simple toilet setup, a roll of paper on the edge of the sink. About as clean as she could hope it to be, which meant she hovered about an inch above the seat as she prepared to relieve herself...

And her eyes fell on the wall opposite.

There were polaroids taped there. Women squatting where Lois was, staring forward, holding something in their hands that blocked out their eyes... positive pregnancy tests. Lois forgot for a moment what she was doing, leaning forward to read the finely-written names in pen on the bottom of each photograph: Jenny Dunlap. Maya de la Cruz. Tonya Wong. Diana Reynolds.

All of the missing women.

Lois Lane's eyes sank to the bottom of the wall. There was a box, end torn open, almost empty. A single wrapped pregnancy stick sitting in there. And right next to it on the floor, an old-fashioned polaroid camera, and a small roll of scotch tape.

The reporter swallowed. This was the heart of the mystery, she was sure. The original reason she had come down here, before she had found Angelica Blaze, before she had gotten fucked, before...

...before she had fallen in love.

She gnawed her lip, head and heart warring, not sure what to do. Her investigative instincts told her she should ask Angelica about this—even though she knew she probably wouldn't like the answer. Or she could just...ignore it. Pee, wipe, and go back into the bar where her dickgirlfriend was waiting.

Except Lois wasn't sure she could do that either. Not now that she had seen it. Because now she was thinking: What if I'm not the first? What if they all came down here and...did the same thing I did?

Her fingers twitched, reaching for the box, but she pulled them back.

What if I'm destined to be the fifth photo on the wall?

It was a stupid idea. Pregnancy tests couldn't even tell if you were pregnant until weeks after conception occurred. The body took time to produce the right chemicals...

Lois Lane's hand clamped around the test. Her bladder felt fit to burst. She knew she needed to make a choice, right now.