Mellie posted...
"I guess you wouldn't believe half the tales I could tell you about me..." Clark responded almost regrtfully.
You might, but I bet you are going to be mad….
"Deal." he agreed. 'I'll be damned if I don't take up a pseudonym. Who knows what it'll be good for. How about Jerome Clark? No, too obvious. But Jerry Clark, that's just fine,' he thought. 'After all, Lois doesn't have to know everything. Not yet, anyway.'
The plot thickens…
Clark thought about that for a moment. His recollection of that day was equally vivid. Back then, he had already figured that Lois didn't like that she had lost, but if she found out that *he* was the one who won, she'd be positively mad.
Now, Lois has
two things to be really mad about…
Clark quickly put his books at the very bottom of his Superman-bag and rushed back to meet Lois, who was just stepping in front of the curtain. Clark used his X-ray vision to have a look at the tailor's notes and memorized them. A plan was taking shape in his mind.
What
does he have up his sleeve?
"Lois, I wouldn't even stop you if you decided to wear bright orange or barbie doll pink, although I don't believe that these are exactly your colours."
How about bright orange
and Barbie doll pink? Then what would you say, Clark?
Clark shifted uncomfortably when answering, "Lois, I honestly don't think that it will do you any good."
Now, Clark, you know that’s the
wrong answer to give Lois!
"Martian?" Clark suggested with a shrug.
"That's very funny. There are no little green men on Mars, Clark."
"What about Martian Manhunter?" Clark asked.
"He's neither small nor on Mars." At her droll comment, he bent over with laughter.
hehehehe…
Lois tried to interrupt him but was stopped short by his patented "make-grown-up-girls-like-Lois-go-weak-in-the-knees" smile.
I love that… a patented smile… to make grown-up-girls-like-Lois(or me or you)-go-weak-in-the-knees.
But even dessert is eaten sooner or later, and Lois and Clark still had an evening left to spend.
Uhh… What do you mean?
