/cracks fingers and gets ready for another round on long-post-type FDK/
She felt like she had lived through sixteen Christmas Eves, each worse than the previous, but her Clark once again had saved the day
If they screwed up Superman’s life, that was their business. She done playing chaperone. At least, they hadn’t woken her up.
Sounds dirty?
Hey, Clark, ever hear of an elf from the fifth dimension who calls himself Mister…”
/clutches ears/ LALALALALALALALALALALA! /takes breath/ Umm… I think I should have clutched *her* mouth shut instead of my ears, right?
“Who knew the power chocolate had over you, Lois?” he murmured, gazing up at her.
He doesn’t really know her, does he?
She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “She’ll still love you, you big chicken.”
Maybe. But she’s likely to not let him play with the toys for quite some time.
“Merry Christmas!” Lois came in full of energy and bounce, fully showered and dressed. “I’ve got the new Elvis Christmas CD. Gift from Perry.”
Ugh. The Christmas elf in full spree!
“Uh, thank you, Lois,” Lucy said sitting up. She hadn’t expected anything from the queen of sour grapes.
But it’s *Christmas*!
It was a t-shirt, XL, which read on the front Not Lois Lane and on the back Not Lola Luthor.
She didn’t trust Lois an inch. She knew herself and she knew that this Lois was sneakier than she was.
Oh this is bad. Oh this is good. Oh this is so good it’s bad. Or is it the other way ‘round?
Her back pay from Mr. Olsen had finally arrived, and after taxes and deductions for her rent for the past three years, she wouldn’t have much to live on if they didn’t hire her back on full time at the paper.
Did she earn just barely above her rent? All things considered, shouldn’t she have a good year’s worth of money available?
Firstly, he arrived a week early to start as editor, because he was so appalled at Cat Grant’s handling of the whole Lois Lane rescue story.
Cat had been demoted back to gossip – even worse, Hollywood Celebrity gossip – and shipped off to California for three months to cover the award circuit.
So, will she sleep herself through the ranks of the male and female actors, trying to discover which male actor must be gay and which actress is actually not a lesbian, despite her public declarations?
If she was indeed the best investigative reporter the Daily Planet had ever seen or even in the top two – hello, Clark Kent – she had to prove it by bringing in something new about Superman.
That must tick her off. Being not the sole top of the gene pool. Maybe not even the shared top.
she had to prove it by bringing in something new about Superman.
“He has a mole on his left butt cheek?” “He is built underneath the spandex like…this.” /inserts representative drawing/ “He might be imported but he blends in with the local crowd just great?”
And as she also didn’t want to alienate Mr. Amazing himself by revealing what she did know,
Aaaaaah… So, that’s the caveat. Also, imagine Lois confirming the other women’s wildest dreams… Not a good idea…
Lex Luthor was still out and about in Metropolis. Apparently he was shopping for a new home.
Is he allowed to do that? Shouldn’t there be an arrest warrant out for him?
Mr. Olsen had his legal team working on a way to fire Jaxon Xavier, but technically he hadn’t done anything illegal.
And with the same technicality, it’s only technically illegal to have run over with a cement truck. Or stuffed inside a full cement truck.
She wished she hadn’t left her laptop in the Congo all those years ago, when she had climbed into the shipping crate full of illegal guns.
Couldn’t she have Jimmy get her new one?
He should have enough lying around, being a rich computer wizz.
Then, at least, she would be able to surf the web for information about Superman and also feel some connection to the world at large.
It’s the holidays. Don’t they have cheesy celebrity soap on in TV and wouldn’t the fact that Clark Kent is Superman be an often hinted at or spelled out directly fact? Especially since it’s Superman’s first Christmas.
If it weren’t for the boxes of chocolate in her bedroom to keep her company, she had almost begin to wonder if she had dreamed up the whole thing.
Awwwwwww…
He told her that she had been the only woman with whom he had ever been intimate. A Cheshire cat sized grin slid onto her lips. So, he hadn’t been intimate with Ultra Woman. Good to know. Lois Lane one, Ultra Woman zero.
Aaaahmmm… That’s gonna come back to haunt him big time.
Lois reckoned the best way to see her man was to get started on getting rid of her husband.
/hands her phone number of Russian professional/ For a little extra, they even do the clean up afterwards.
Michael
