A ridiculous idea.
An unrelenting idea.
Male stripper’s underwear?
A young man - probably in his early twenties - walked into the aisle and began perusing the rows of briefs. Would he think she was ogling the half-naked male bodies on the packaging?
But what will happen once he gets 8 hours a day of Lois-time?
Surely, his proclivity for neatness didn't extend to –
One never knows. After all, he does regularly back up his hard drive, too.
Lois groaned as comprehension sparked in her brain. He was bored.
And so is she. What could a bored Lois and a bored Clark do while they’re alone for several hours?
Was this too much like he was the patron in a restaurant?
/nods emphatically/ Reminds me of room service
He hadn't checked her little squares, but he had written:
'Either. Tea - milk, no sugar. Coffee - milk, 2 sugars. Thank you.'
He certainly wants to talk. Oh, and while I read the last part’s tea episode, I couldn’t help but wonder if he might respond with a ‘Thanks, but please get me some Oolong tea the next time. Use a tea egg and pre-heat the teapot.’
Lois reached into the tray and picked out a fork *and* a knife. A small part of her reared up in protest at the thought of giving an accused killer a knife, but she refused to be swayed.
But he doesn’t need a knife. He has hands.
She would walk into the cell - without a rod - and she would speak to Mr Kent. Face to face.
Ooooh. What would happen if she managed to lock herself inside?
This was wonderful surprise first thing in the morning!
Michael
