"...like you" Lucy continued as if Lois hadn't said a word.
Clark was flabbergasted. "Like me? Really?"
"Well, pretty much so. Just without all that hair, you know?" Lucy explained.
Brushing his hand through his black hair, Clark asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with my hair?"
Lucy broke into a fit of girlish giggles while Lois hung her head to cover her suddenly profusely blushed face. "Not *that* hair, Clark. The hair further *down*. I'm talking about your chest hair here," Lucy corrected. Clark looked at her in confusion since he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "Ever thought of waxing it?" Lucy inquired.
That was a fantastic part, Mellie.
Keep up with the good work. Great part, really.
