Wonderfully waffy part.
Also, those previews really do enable you to skip the actual cliffhangers and fabricate one out of anything.
"Is it possible for you to come to the compound?" he said. "Longford is here, and we would both like to speak with you."
What's going on. Did the resident of the Presidential Suite send the food back *again* and ask for fine-grained, Arabian coffee?
Self-consciousness suppressed his attempt to smile. "Specifically, I'm worried that if I relax, I'll lift off the mattress and freak you out completely."
There was a small protrusion just above his right collarbone - about half an inch across.
As he positioned the tee shirt to pull it over his head, Lois checked his other shoulder and saw that his left collarbone had no corresponding bulge.
Was it an old injury?
Or was it a physical difference between Kryptonians and humans?
Yes, you see, the male Krytponian has this protrusion on his right shoulder and the female Kryptonian on her left. And when they're facing each other in embrace, the protrusions grow and connect and, well, little spaceships get sent off a few months later.
Michael
