Is so nice to see progress on Lois’s homefront, too
Lois trekked through the various departments, gathering an odd assortment of things that included a tennis racquet - bigger and heavier than hers - a small tin of white paint, five hard cover books that she had no intention of reading, a bathing cap, a pair of coveralls, and a wall mirror. As she added each item to her cart, her excitement inched a notch higher.
Is she going to paint the cell?
But if he really didn't want to, she would accept that.
She would.
Even if her impatience jangled frenetically on the very edge of detonation.
Lois and patience and/or subtlety. I can’t wait!
Lois smiled even wider. "So he got that as well? Wonderful." She opened the fridge and took out the milk. "Anything else?"
It does look like she’s playing the innocent instigator here. Like she just ordered some deliveries.
"Are you sure?" Lois said. "In Trask's log, there's an entry that says you and Moyne did some sort of surgery on the prisoner."
Shadbolt shook his head again. "I didn't," he said emphatically.
Wow, that’s… a surprise.
"Are there other things in there that I am supposed to have done?" he asked, scowling at the logbook.
"Some."
"I don't suppose you'd let me read it?"
Lois considered for a moment. "OK," she said. "You can read it, but it's not to leave the premises."
Oh boy.
Lois watched him for a few moments. The clothes fitted well. The tee shirt -
She snatched the binoculars from her desk and zoomed in on Clark's arm.
The sleeve of the tee shirt was stretched slightly across an alluring mound of bicep muscle.
She banged the binoculars onto the desk and spun away as her heart thumped and self-reproach rose like pungent steam.
*tsk tsk tsk* Lois Lois Lois. One is *not* supposed to ogle the prisoner. And certainly not through binoculars.
Lois picked up the rectangular wall mirror she had bought. For the next fifteen minutes, she connected a strong cord to the mirror and hung it from the closet. She positioned it at the correct angle for the sunlight to reflect into Clark's room.
That’s clever. Thought she might just put it *into* the cell.
He tried to straighten his unruly hair with his fingers. He'd already washed his body and brushed his teeth. There wasn't much else he could do to ready himself for her company.
Ooh, that’s such a clever torture. Before, he was happy to be left alone, but now, those hours without an available Lois, now the true torture begins
Michael
