Who needs sleep, anyway?
Clark pulled the device that Dr. Klein had given him out of his pocket and flipped it on. This time a second light blinked, slowly and steadily. He was here; Junior was in this building, controlling her, spying on her at this very moment.
Well... Well... Well...
He swallowed. His Lois was nearby.
Actually, she could be in South America or the center of the Congo given the thingy-ma-toos range.
He knew she wasn’t Lois, but she still smelled like Lois, sounded like Lois, and felt like Lois.
And we all know just how much of a sucker he is for a warm Lois body. Also, does Lex use a clone-series for sex instead of Lois?
She leaned her cheek against his. “Call me, Lola, Clark. We both know I’m not the real Mrs. Luthor nor will I ever be.”
Michael
