Lois saw what he did. That cheat Clark Kent was using his super breath to win a game of Mouse Trap! She saw him blow that little wheel just a touch. It was enough to make his ball roll just a little faster then hers.
“You’d better put a collar on Kent because you’re Dog Food!”
“What?” he said with a smirk.
“You cheated that’s what!” she hit him with a rolled up addition of the Daily Planet newspaper.
“But, But honey I would never cheat at this game, especially when the stakes are so high.” He said trying to win her over.
“Well you had better take a long dunk in the local aquarium to cool off fly boy! If you think I am going to agree to be your slave for the evening when you cheated to win, you have another thing coming! She said indignantly from her perch on the ottoman.
“Okay, okay I concede you win. I will be your slave for the evening my lovely wife. What is your first command?” He asked snuggling up to her in hope of warming her up for some naughty slave/master behavior.
“My first command *slave* is to…
He waited holding his breath.
“Put some kitty litter on the walkway after you shovel the snow.”
The End
