Mellie posted!!
Thanks again to Nancy for suffering through my constant misspellings.
Hah! Not many. You spell pretty darn well, if you ask me. (You've been known to correct me a few times...)
This made Lois rise to full volume. "You wanted to end up in bed with me? How dare you! I trusted you! I thought you were different!"
Typical Lois. Flying off the handle without knowing what’s going on.
French breakfast, and Clark certainly knew the best place this side of the Atlantic to get it, that she was sure of.
Oh, yeah, Lois. By the way, that little place is just right down that little side street… You know the one near the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
Taking Lois' blush for assent, he went for clothes, towels and a shower. All the time, he was grinning broadly. In spite of Lois' "promise" he locked the door. With Lois, you had to expect the unforeseeable.
What? Clark doesn’t want Lois to meet little Clark again?
"The way *I* see it you can't afford not to take it. At least not right now. Besides, that's what friends are for."
Aw, Clark’s so sweet.
uh? if it's not his bed, where are they? I thought they were in his appartment? /me is confused. As usual.
I believe they fell asleep on his couch.
This guy was nothing short of incredible.
Pretty incredible…
Next part, soon, please...
