Don’t get angry, he reminded himself. Stay calm.
No removing entrails via natural orifices. No creating new orifices.
“Of course Lucy,” Jaxon stammered. “Why would anyone want to shoot me? I was a mistake.”
Ouch!
“Maybe some jealous ex-boyfriend. It could be why she doesn’t date.”
Lex?
“That would be bad. Very, very bad. Unforgiveable, really. Don’t you think?”
Jaxon swallowed, again.
Clark waited, staring at him, swinging his glasses around and around.
Great. Now the nurses have to change the sheets.
“No, again. We had a difficult afternoon. She disappeared on me and, well, I’m sure you know what that’s like. My heart was in my throat.”
'Apparently, Baby likes Mommy to be invincible' (shameless steal from Charmed)
“You’re not late, Superman. Clark is.”
Oh dear.
“She is at home, right, not tucked away in some secret lair?”
Mayson watched with a raised brow as he buckled himself in.
“What? It’s the law.”
Also, he might hurt other passengers if he got flung around the car when it goes over the obligatory cliff or bridge.
“A lair might be nice. A little home away from home. What do you think? A cave? No, too clammy and bat like.”
Yeah, that's for rich guys like James.
“A tropical island, perhaps? Oh, how about a castle of ice up at the North Pole?”
Well, the island might be handy with the ladies.
“I know. My father warned me. Later is no good, I plan on being on my honeymoon.” She glanced
Naughty Lois!
“These are all roast beef. Where is Lucy’s vegetarian sandwich?”
“Lucy, honey, I will order you whatever you want.”
She glanced up at her boss and jerked her finger out of his hands. “Don’t call me ‘honey,’ Jimmy.”
“I was wondering how she could afford this place on her salary.” She looked over at Mr. Olsen. “Now, I know.”
Yeah. Live in concubine. Very in this year.
Superman’s Main Squeeze was the headline and the photo was of his rooftop kiss with Mayson. Only the tabloid had changed the photo, so it wasn’t Clark kissing Mayson, but Superman.
Oh boy.
