You're tall. You're dark. You're handsome.
Lois's words reverberated around Clark's mind.
You're an animal - a dirty inhuman animal.
Trask's condemnation circled slowly, eyeing the newcomer, unwilling to give ground easily.
You're tall. You're an animal. You're dark. You're dirty. You're handsome. You're inhuman.
He was distracted from the conflict when Lois pulled into a rather dilapidated service station and stopped next to a gas pump. "Could you fill the tank, please?" she asked.
Clark hesitated. "Ah, OK."
Lois smiled. "Thanks." She handed him the keys, lifted her bag from the back seat, climbed out of the Buick, and walked away.
Thanks!
Corrina.
