Ok, so no babies, but oh well...
And yet, Blondie didn’t seem to know that as she moved closer to Kent, batting her eyelashes at him. Please!
Somebody i-is jealo-ous
The wallpaper on one wall seemed to run over onto the ceiling.
Hm, I wonder how Clark lost control like that when wall-papering their new love nest, err, apartment.
“Well, before we mucked up the past, I use your birth date.”
“And now...”
“I use your birth date.”
Now why would she do that, hm? And of course, that's when I knew she wasn't married.
“Hey look at this?” Clark said, bringing her back into the main room. He had pushed open two wooden doors to reveal a large balcony. Following his lead, she walked to the balcony and looked outside. It seemed the building backed onto a park which, in the dead of night, showed no signs of life. In fact, it seemed quite dark and deserted.
Duh!
“Great place for covert take-offs and landings,” Clark said.
“Yeah,” Lois responded, moving to stand on the balcony. What was it about that comment that was again pulling on the edges of her memories?
I repeat myself: Duh!
So... what did it all mean? She wasn’t sure. But she did wonder was how much more frustration it would take in this altered reality before something finally broke? How much more of this unresolved sexual tension could she handle before she finally gave in? And since in this reality, she knew they had not married, what would happen then?
Help, Superman! :rolleyes: Why do you think you've Clark's sweatshirt in your apartment. You've been having an illicit affair with the bad reporter from the Star for the last three years. Still galactically stupid. And suddenly I wonder if Tempus will show up. They're obviously going at it hot and heavy in her new love-nest, so Utopia might just be delayed a few years until Superman shows up.
Lois turned to make her escape when she felt Dillinger’s hand on her arm, his grip painful. “Not so fast, doll. You’re coming with us.”
Lois looked around for Capone, hoping he would step in once again. But this time, he only smiled.**
“Oh, god,” Clark said. “I should have been there.”
“No, Clark. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known I was going to be at that club or that Dillinger was going to take a fancy to me.”
I'm so not worried. I'm just prepping my popcorn and wait for either Lois or Clark kicking Dilligner's unshapely behind.
Your cliffhangers no loner scare me. Nope. All's well and fine here. No Lois doing Scardino. No Clark doing Mayson. Lois is doing Clark in secret and when he's not available she has a punching ball. Everything's just fi-ine.
Michael
PS: I'm sure if nobody is fazed by ML's attempts at cliffhangers anymore then she will stop trying to make cliffhangers and just provide wonderful parts that can be enjoyed without the intense feelings of suspense and withdrawal at the end. Suspense in the middle is just fine. And withdrawal is natural no matter where you stop. Yep, everything is just fi-ine.
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