When she finally had money to buy new furniture, she would probably gravitate to knock-offs of pieces like this.
Bad, Lois, bad.
Can you really see Clark agreeing to furniture like this, Lois? This is not his style at all. He wouldn’t be able to put up his heels and watch the game on furniture like this.
He can just float.
Fine. But what about steamy make-out sessions?Huh? Okay, you win.
They were just dating, not buying furniture together.
Lois, do you *really* believe that?
“Did you need someplace to change, Ms. Lane?”
Angry boyfriend with heatvision. Any time now, if you please.
“Oh, well. Shall we see what’s in here, then?”
So, is he trying to extort her by threatening to tell her boyfriend about her secret fun with the flying freak?
What did Big Blue do to anger you?”
Suggested she's unfaithful? Squared her away in a box?
Just one simple ‘Help Superman!’ will do.”
Wonderful. Encore! Encore!
Sarah was the exception – she kept pace with him.
What a busy worker bee.
Clark knew if she was truly in trouble, she would have called out to him – if she could.
/nods gravely/
Sarah joined Clark at the windows and gazed down at Ching.
“He’s still there,” Clark said, stating the obvious.
“I know. I don’t need his protection here, but he insists,” she replied, a rare smile gracing her lips.
What a wonderful double-meaning statement. And shouldn't the entire concept be a big tip-off to Clark?
“Out of love?” Clark asked, glancing over at her.
“Duty.” She nodded. “Ching is a good lieutenant.”
At her words, Ching’s shoulders seemed to shift slightly with pride.
Looks like over-protection and listening in on your secret girlfriend's a Kryptonian trait. He might do well to confirm that in writing with Zara and show it to Lois. Then, he can always claim she's racist when she complains about his spying on her.
Why does it seem like the man can hear every word you speak?
Yes. Strange, isn't it?
“Do you think he’s scared to take his rightful place as God?”
Zara! Bad girl.
She had picked up on his one brief mention of Krypton from the press conference?
Yes?
Either she’s the best straight man to your comedy routine you’ve ever met or she’s one odd duck. I’m leaning towards the latter.
Royalty. What can you do. But marry her.
Huh. It sounds good. And bad. And I'm scared.
Her voice was melancholy and slightly rough with an emotional edge he could not place.
Not good.
For once I’ve someone
I know won’t desert me
I’m not alone anymore
Funny thing is, this also works with 'dessert' with two 's'.
For once I can say
This is mine, you can’t take it
As long as I know I’ve got love, I can make it
Not good at all.
Then Lois whispered, “I know you’re worried, but I’m okay, just laying low.
/wipes brow/
I’ll repeat this message again in an hour, if I can.
If I haven’t fallen asleep.
Oh, good thing, then?
Clark wasn’t listening; he was focused on what Lois had said. ‘I’ll repeat this in an hour. If I can.’
*** End of Part 31 ***
/runs around, screaming in despair/
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