The television above his cage drew his gaze again. Luthor had returned to Lois’s apartment. He stared at them once more making out on her settee, not knowing how long Luthor had been there before he had caught Clark’s eye.
Oh, it’s playing in a loop!
He refused to look away. He still needed to find proof that this woman wasn’t Lois.
She’s apparently into sex, so…
She had lied to Clark, though. She had gone behind his back and been dishonest with him.
I’m not sure he deserves a Lois.
She had led Luthor on, so it was possible that she could even now be leading Clark on, building up his love and esteem for her, raising his expectations for a future together, only to make this torment in the cage all the more painful.
So, basically he thinks that Lois is a selfserving, manipulative, lying, women who offers up sex for money?
Perhaps he had completely misjudged Lois. Maybe Lex Luthor wasn’t the most evil person in Metropolis.
Well… /points at Super Mann/
Unfortunately, he didn’t know Lois’s body intimately enough.
So, the true reason for why he should have spent long hours naked with Lois would have been to make sure he could pick her out in a lineup or identify her dead body even after they had removed hands and face?
“It’s a lie. It isn’t Lois,” he murmured to himself as he lay down with his face against the cool concrete floor. “It’s a lie.”
Also, tacky. I do wonder if Lex enjoys having carnal relations with a woman while being watched by other guys.
When she still worked at the Daily Planet, six a.m. was when she had left her apartment to walk to work.
Look at that. Less than two months and the prospect of becoming a rich trophy wife and Lois has already turned into a slob.
Had he understood the message from Jimbo? Or had Clark thought she had changed her mind and was going to marry that horrid, horrid man?
What did the message say again: “Clark, please come and watch while I walk down the aisle to marry Lex Luthor *heart, heart*!”
Would she ever see him again? Of this, she was 98.998 percent certain she would.
Well…duh! Unless he stops being Superman, there would always be press conferences in China and Siberia, where he talks about how he saved oh so many innocent people from landslides and floods.
Subtlety apparently was lost on Kryptonians.
Yeah, you need to apply the message with a green-glowing bat.
What was he so afraid of?
Having intimate relations with her?
How could he have sat leisurely enjoying his breakfast as those kids choked on smoke and dodged flames?
LEX: More smoked salmon, my dear?
How did Jimbo known it was a bomb
Hmm… either a ‘did’ or an ‘n’ to many.
he claimed it had been faulty wiring to the boiler in the basement, which had caused a spark and made the gas to the boiler explode.
Umm…He did not ask a plumber first, did he?
What was it about older ladies and getting their hair done on what seemed to be a weekly basis? Was women’s hair so difficult to style once it went silver or white?
Maybe it’s got something to do with her having someone to ruffle her hair on a nightly basis?
LOIS: What do you…
Enrique’s out stretched hand
Isn’t ‘outstretched’ one word?
Maybe a ‘you’ missing?
“Cut it short,” ordered Mother Arnold. “Like Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina, don’t you think, Enrique?”
But the mister likes it long!
I reminded him that, traditionally, it was the bride’s family who was in charge of making her presentable for the wedding, not the groom.
Something to do with priming the bride for the big sell show?
I would prepare my granddaughter for the most important day of her life, not him.
I thought her Pulitzer ceremony for the story about Lex would be the most important day in her life.
CLARK: What about our wedding?
LOIS: Hmm…No, that’s number two.
“Thank you, madam,” Enrique said with nod of his head. “I appreciate the compliment.”
“I bet Lex didn’t like that,” Lois murmured under her breath.
Does this mean Enrique is going to get deported to Havanna?
Maybe a bit too much punctuation?
he gave me one of those charming crocodile smiles you warned me about on the car ride over to the Bristol, and said, ‘make sure not to change a hair on her head as I love her just the way she is.’”
LOIS: Shear it off. Like Terry did in Wonder!
She shivered with the mental image of him turning her slowly into some plastic doll, agelessly always twenty-seven.
Or just use clones and the Zelig stone?
Him trapped between her and his chair with nowhere to go but up.
CLARK:
God, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on that man.
Clark’s body or Lex’s throat?
LOIS: Yes.
“My boss is getting married in a couple of hours.
That’s not very sophisticated of her.
He needs me to make sure everything goes off without a hitch.”
Bill raised an eyebrow. “But isn’t that what getting married is all about, Mrs. Cox? Getting hitched?”
Say, you’ve been itching to get that one out here for a long time, haven’t you?
By the way, it’s considered both motive and insurance fraud if the murderer is also the one who receives the money.”
So, Bill has prove that Lex was the one to actually fire the crossbow bolts?
She smirked. “He died. A heart attack while having sex.”
Not making love, he noted, having sex.
So, Betsy found him with his sexretary and started to choke him until he got a heart attack?
“Do you also know that all of these watches…” He indicated the photos laid out on the table. “— possessed tracking chips?”
She frowned and leaned forward, studying the photos. “What do you mean?”
Oops?
“I’m Mr. Luthor’s Personal and Senior Administrative Assistant. I am not a secretary,” she repeated.
So, does ‘personal and senior’ refer to her being the oldest woman Lex is engaging in carnal relations with?
“You answer his phones? You type up his letters? You schedule his appointments?” Henderson asked, standing up and walking over to the intercom. “You file his correspondence, don’t you?”
“Well, yes…”
“You’re his secretary.”
Plus, she’s having sex with him in his office.
“No, no, no!” Henderson yelled at his Detective. “Not the recording from our bug in Luthor’s office. The other evidence.”
Hmm…Good actor, I think.
Detective Jones ran quickly out of the room.
“Oh, darling. Is that all? Mrs. Cox didn’t tell you merely because it’s a surprise for our honeymoon,” Lex Luthor replied.
Henderson went to turn off the tape. “I’m sorry about that.”
Oh, Bill is such a clumsy guy, can’t even switch off a cassette player on a moment’s notice.
“Since the cat’s out of the bag… Mrs. Elizabeth Cox, you’re under arrest for the bombing of the Daily Planet building and the murder of the two Daily Planet employees killed in the blast. You have the right to remain silent…”
I’m not sure this is completely legal, Bill not informing her of the warrants and then interviewing her when he’s actually interrogating her. I don’t think anything she has said so far would be admissible in court. Maybe her entire case would get thrown out due to baiting her.
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