Clark was busy modeling skin-tight costumes for Martha
Suit? Oh boy.
Lana ducked into the kitchen to pick it up; she’d had all of Clark’s phone calls forwarded to the Kents’ line, and she didn’t want anyone who thought they were calling Metropolis to wind up talking to the Kent Farms answering machine.
Let's just hope there's no bored NIA agent playing with the phone-records
And the last thing anyone would expect would be for the flashy Flying Hero to be a world-famous writer in disguise. For this persona, he’d ditched his glasses altogether and slicked his hair back with gel in a way that was more severe than the softer moussed style Clark usually wore in public.
I guess Clark's going to develop triple-personality-disorder now. After all, he's Clark, farm boy, hiding behind Clark Kent, world famous author, hiding behind Superman, world famous superhero
Oh, no. The universe hated him.
hehehehe, but I did wonder if Lois would recognize him this time around
Apparently, it worked. Because, as Hero Guy sheepishly excused himself from his bomb-induced burp, Lois did not say, “I know you! You’re Clark Kent, that smarmy Tom Clancy wannabe I couldn’t get a decent interview out of last week!”
Well, he could go by the name of Clark
This was all Lois Lane’s fault. Ever since he had flown with her through the open sky, her lithe body cradled in his arms and her silky hair brushing against his chest, ever since she had stared into his eyes with that look of enraptured adoration, he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
Hehehehehe. And he could switch to writing romance novels.
After all, there were billions of people in the world, millions in Metropolis alone. How likely was it that the same person would need rescuing more than once in a blue moon?
p(A)=1?
“Nice shot of you and the Star’s entertainment editor at the Riverdance opening. What was her name again?”
Did Lois see him dancing?
“Superman! Help!”
He knew that voice. “Lois Lane’s in trouble,”
That's going to be getting old pretty fast.
That earned a small smile from the hero. “You’re welcome. I believe you’re my first repeat customer.
And if you collect ten rescues, you get the eleventh one for free.
I’m assuming that there are other tenants in your building, and I wouldn’t want my visit there to become grist for the rumor mill.”
Can you imagine? One night she entertains Clark Kent, the next one, Superman
Another great installment, HG!
Michael
