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There's evil in that fridge," Lois grumbled as she eyed the freezer, wary of the tub of Rocky Road that hid within.

Clark looked up from the newspaper and, upon seeing his wife glaring at the freezer, muttered, "Not again."

Ignoring her husband's grumbling like an old woman, she squared her shoulds back before declaring loudly, "There is evil, and I shall vanquish it with my spoon!"

"Been watching Charmed again, Honey?" Clark asked with a teasing smile.

Lois pulled a mock sterned face at him."You know very well that i don't like charmed, Mr. Kent"

"Then why did you make Clark & I sit through 14 hours of it with you last weekend?" Asked Mayson.

Lois upturned her nose at her 'friend' before replying, "It was revenge for making me sit through that 'Sex and the City' marathon last month."

Clark gaped at her, "it wasn't me who made you, it was Mayson, so why am I being revenged upon?"

She gave him a look that would have sent any regular earthling male to an early grave. "Because you offered her the TV when hers conveniently broke!"

"Lo' honey, didn't Clark tell you yet how he broke it?" asked Mayson as she sat down on Clark's lap, and started running her hands over his body.

Lois rolled her eyes just as the door to the third wife's bedroom creaked open and Lana padded out, yawning.

Clark leaned back in his chair, wondering what life would be like if Polygamy hadn't been legalized in 1902.

Lana combed her fingers through her blond hair and growled, "Mayson, you're in my spot!"

Lois rolled her eyes heavenward as she moved placed both hands on her hips, giving each of the 'lesser' wives the evil eye. "Excuse me, but we all know which one of us is the Alpha Female around here."

As the three began to bicker again Clark silently cursed Miranda and her Kryptonite enhanced pheromone compound.

He was relieved when the impending cat-fight was abated by a knock on the door.

Clark glanced through the door as he went towards it, "Did one of you invite Sara over?"

The figure on the other side of the door, however, was not Sara, but a curious little man in a bowler hat.

The world seemed to bend and shudder, and Clark was aware of being dizzy, behind him he heard a "swoosh" sound as Zara arrived home from a patrol.

Clark gave the man at the door an almost begging look, "Please tell me you're here in response to my advert - I don't think I can take having four wives any more!"

The man at the door seemed speechless, staring past Clark with a fixed gaze.

"Oh my, we do have a problem, don't we?" H.G Wells said before entering the house.

"My sympathies, ladies, on your, eh, shall we say lack of ... er... um... sexual activity with only a fraction of Mr. Kent at your, ah... disposal, and so I've brought several, very able young men to... ahem... ah... help you find, in the words of the immortal Mr. Jagger... satisfaction.... that is in the bedroom of course, if I may make myself clear, although I do understand that you may wish to enjoy these gentlemen in other rooms as well."

Mayson clapped excitedly before rushing into one of the rooms. "Satisfaction in the bedroom must mean he knows how to help me reorganize my closet!"

"No, no, no, Mayson, don't waste his time in the bedroom--you know his talents lie in the kitchen!" Lois exclaimed.

"Can any of them change diapers?" Zara asked excitedly.

Rolling her eyes her at the libido-challenged Zara and Mayson, Lois slid her fingers over the muscled chest of a tall, blue-eyed man who had strode decisively to her side, kissed him slowly, hungrily with the pent up frustration of lonely nights, then murmured against his lips, "Make love to me now."

"For once," the guy murmured against her lips with a voice that was slightly familiar yet somehow different, "I'm actually *glad* Herb dragged me along on a 'Tempus Hunt'."

Originally posted by Queen of the Capes:
Hee. If y'all like, how about we copy everything up until Bru's "closet" post and paste it in the Nfic folder as sort of a 'fork in the road'?

Originally posted by sammie:
hey what did i say about going n-fic framework!

Originally posted by ccmalo:
"My sympathies, ladies, on your, eh, shall we say lack of ... er... um... sexual activity with only a fraction of Mr. Kent at your, ah... disposal, and so I've brought several, very able young men to... ahem... ah... help you find, in the words of the immortal Mr. Jagger... satisfaction.... that is in the bedroom of course, if I may make myself clear, although I do understand that you may wish to enjoy these gentlemen in other rooms as well."

Originally posted by ccmalo:
Rolling her eyes her at the libido-challenged Zara and Mayson, Lois slid her fingers over the muscled chest of a tall, blue-eyed man who had strode decisively to her side, kissed him slowly, hungrily with the pent up frustration of lonely nights, then murmured against his lips, "Make love to me now."

Originally posted by Queen of the Capes:
copy everything .... and paste it in the Nfic folder as sort of a 'fork in the road'?

still puzzled - not seeing anything n-fic in any of the posts. And what is this "back room" thing? Can someone please explain?

I assume, from context, that "back room" metaphorically refers to couples seeking a secluded area in which to do unspeakable, non-G-rated things to each other. In other words, the parts were getting steamy.

Originally posted by ccmalo:
Patrick, I have no idea what you're talking about. It's all whooshing right over my head. What back room? and why the quotes?
what am I missing here?

Originally posted by sammie:
hey what did i say about going n-fic framework!

There's evil in that fridge," Lois grumbled as she eyed the freezer, wary of the tub of Rocky Road that hid within.

Clark looked up from the newspaper and, upon seeing his wife glaring at the freezer, muttered, "Not again."

Ignoring her husband's grumbling like an old woman, she squared her shoulds back before declaring loudly, "There is evil, and I shall vanquish it with my spoon!"

"Been watching Charmed again, Honey?" Clark asked with a teasing smile.

Lois pulled a mock sterned face at him."You know very well that i don't like charmed, Mr. Kent"

"Then why did you make Clark & I sit through 14 hours of it with you last weekend?" Asked Mayson.

Lois upturned her nose at her 'friend' before replying, "It was revenge for making me sit through that 'Sex and the City' marathon last month."

Clark gaped at her, "it wasn't me who made you, it was Mayson, so why am I being revenged upon?"

She gave him a look that would have sent any regular earthling male to an early grave. "Because you offered her the TV when hers conveniently broke!"

"Lo' honey, didn't Clark tell you yet how he broke it?" asked Mayson as she sat down on Clark's lap, and started running her hands over his body.

Lois rolled her eyes just as the door to the third wife's bedroom creaked open and Lana padded out, yawning.

Clark leaned back in his chair, wondering what life would be like if Polygamy hadn't been legalized in 1902.

Lana combed her fingers through her blond hair and growled, "Mayson, you're in my spot!"

Lois rolled her eyes heavenward as she moved placed both hands on her hips, giving each of the 'lesser' wives the evil eye. "Excuse me, but we all know which one of us is the Alpha Female around here."

As the three began to bicker again Clark silently cursed Miranda and her Kryptonite enhanced pheromone compound.

He was relieved when the impending cat-fight was abated by a knock on the door.

Clark glanced through the door as he went towards it, "Did one of you invite Sara over?"

The figure on the other side of the door, however, was not Sara, but a curious little man in a bowler hat.

The world seemed to bend and shudder, and Clark was aware of being dizzy, behind him he heard a "swoosh" sound as Zara arrived home from a patrol.

Clark gave the man at the door an almost begging look, "Please tell me you're here in response to my advert - I don't think I can take having four wives any more!"

The man at the door seemed speechless, staring past Clark with a fixed gaze.

"Oh my, we do have a problem, don't we?" H.G Wells said before entering the house.

"My sympathies, ladies, on your, eh, shall we say lack of ... er... um... sexual activity with only a fraction of Mr. Kent at your, ah... disposal, and so I've brought several, very able young men to... ahem... ah... help you find, in the words of the immortal Mr. Jagger... satisfaction.... that is in the bedroom of course, if I may make myself clear, although I do understand that you may wish to enjoy these gentlemen in other rooms as well."

Mayson clapped excitedly before rushing into one of the rooms. "Satisfaction in the bedroom must mean he knows how to help me reorganize my closet!"

"No, no, no, Mayson, don't waste his time in the bedroom--you know his talents lie in the kitchen!" Lois exclaimed.

"Can any of them change diapers?" Zara asked excitedly.

Rolling her eyes her at the libido-challenged Zara and Mayson, Lois slid her fingers over the muscled chest of a tall, blue-eyed man who had strode decisively to her side, kissed him slowly, hungrily with the pent up frustration of lonely nights, then murmured against his lips, "Make love to me now."

"For once," the guy murmured against her lips with a voice that was slightly familiar yet somehow different, "I'm actually *glad* Herb dragged me along on a 'Tempus Hunt'."
Ten minutes later H.G. Wells was seen running up Clinton St. with three* scantily clad women in pursuit, yelling something about "faster then a speeding bullet".


(* Zara being Kryptonian also has superspeed)

Lois, having no idea who the three scantily clad women who had come after Wells were, shrugged, then turned to another of the men whom the time-traveller had brought with him, and said softly, "Patrick was amazing, and he's given me a desire for.... more," as she led him by the hand to her bedroom.
She gave him a seductive smile and fluttered her eyelashes provocatively, "I know there's another Double Fudge Crunch Bar in here somewhere, I just can't remember where I left it, so be a dear and find it for me."
"By the way," Lois purred, "I'm not exactly sure who you are, but you do seem to be of the Homo Sapiens family of the Kryptonium subgroup of the other-universe Clark Kent persuasion... and if my husband can have four wives, why can't I have at least two husbands?"
"I'm not sure that's wise," H.G Wells broke in, "surely it takes a super-powered being to handle more than one spouse."

Stiffening, Lois said, "You're fantasizing again, Mr. Wells, but the fact is that my needs, both sexual and emotional, haven't been met; nor, by the way, am I an animal to be *handled* by some misogynist creep like Clark 'sleeps around' Kent, super powers or not."

Surprised, and wondering just what kind of universe he'd gotten into *this* time, Wells turned to Clark who merely snorted and said, "Ignore her; she can't even cook."