"I think there is merit in meeting something head-on, so we could go to the barn together. It will be cold, so perhaps we will need to take a blanket. We could sit on the hay. Maybe in the dark, wrapped together in a blanket. And just talk. About anything. Or not talk. Either way, we could face whatever it is together."
So, why am I figuring 'barn therapy' coming up?
Evan's throat seized. He had just come alarmingly close to asking a woman for a date - something he had promised himself he would never do again.
Huh, and here I figured Martha to be in her late fifties, early sixties and Evan in his mid forties
So, they're much closer in age than that?
She would do it tomorrow.
She would tell him about the cell. Tomorrow.
"There is a substance that weakens you," Lois said.
Now that's a twist.
"Ever ... made ... love ... in ... a ... barn?" Clark asked - his words squeezed out between fiery kisses.
"No ... But I ... *really* want to."
Now, who would have thought. Lois. Clark. An empty barn.
Michael
