Hi Evie!
The story was another in her series on the continuing plague of the ‘House of Luthor’ and its fallout in Metropolis. Sick of stumbling upon Luthor’s also-ran, would-be successors through their acts of public malice, she’d decided to take the reins and put the criminals on her timetable, instead of the other way around.
Poor dear, her investigations have become busy work!
So it only made sense that she, the world’s only, unofficial expert on the mind of Lex Luthor, painstakingly took the project on herself.
She could write another biography on Lex. “Lex and I – the almost-wife’s tale”
No matter how creepy or surreal it was to continually retread the tracks of her perfidious paramour.
Wait, she actually slept with Lex?
In her role as the unofficial Luthor Corp clean-up girl, dubbed so by the appreciative detectives at the MPD,
Clean-up in aisle six! Coming through, coming through!
she’d been so relieved to have him back that she was content to take him as she’d found him, regardless of which Suit he’d been wearing.
Three-piece, spandex, or birthday?
The longer she spent with the man who now only wore the Suit, the more she realized that it was Clark Kent that she’d fallen for.
And she missed him.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if she now broke up with Superman and took up with call-me-Daniel?
In fact, she’d bet Superman’s cape that ‘antiqxes’ was the code word for kryptonite.
It was finding that ‘antiqxes’ tag that led her to discover that her own over-protective mode, once switched on, rivaled Clark’s.
It had felt like Lex himself was laughing at her, reaching up from his grave to trip her.
I wonder if antiqxes is actually code for Dr. Kelly’s cabinet of horrors and not kryptonite. A joke by someone who feels Lex is kind of a mummy.
Knowing him, she was guessing that the ‘women’s products’ tag would lead to her diamonds.
Or prostitution.
Now she just had to wait a week.
She grinned, her mind skipping back to a recent memory of sailing smoothly through the skies, cool night air on her face, strong arms holding her close.
No, she decided, a slow week could definitely have its perks!
Domestic Lois is cute!
Michael
