You're welcome, Wendy. Glad to help.
Okay... when I wasn't laughing, I was "AWWWWWW"ing. So I left most of those out.
He didn’t hang around once he’d deposited Lois in front of her apartment building. For one thing, she thought he was supposed to be answering a cry for help. For another... he didn’t know what to say.
Well, no kidding! "Here's your shovel back, I don't think I'll need it any longer. Can't dig any deeper than that." ... Just a suggestion.
He’d never intended to scare her. But it was too late to undo the damage now. Not without undoing the rest of what he’d done, too. If he reverted back to his normal Superman manner, she’d realise that it had all been an act. And, knowing Lois and her Superman crush, there was even a chance that she’d forgive him. He couldn’t risk that.
Argh!!!!! Maybe he can dig deeper after all...
SUPER SLEAZEBALL
“To the world, he's a hero in Spandex. Gentle, courteous, the saviour of hundreds. But the truth about Superman is far from heroic. In his private life, he’s a jerk...”
Whoops! Tsk, tsk.
Superman, a thug? Not so far, at least in his dealings with criminals and with the public at large. But now she knew that he was capable of overruling someone’s wishes. And of using his strength against someone.
What if he started doing that to other people?
Uh oh! You'd better write an expose, then! Forty point head line that reads something like... SUPER SLEAZEBALL.... for example.
He looked at her again. The shock was wearing off, he could see, and disillusionment was beginning to set in. Why hadn’t he realised he’d feel this much of a heel?
Not exactly sure... because when you shoot yourself in the foot, the heel's kinda all you got left...
His *mother* had... She pictured the very tight, very figure-hugging spandex. “I think I’d like to meet your mother.”
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She continued to study him as he sat facing her. He looked uncomfortable under her scrutiny, but said nothing. This was Clark Kent, the geeky-looking guy she’d complained about having foisted upon her, the hick from the sticks, the too-innocent-to-be-true farmboy who hid an impressive physique behind over-large clothes, too-long hair and old-fashioned glasses.
I really love this description of Clark. Can we frame it?
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