Well, those remaining 8 parts sure look like it's not going to be all that easy. Wonder what you've got cooked up now
“I know you keep a spare outfit in the Jeep. Why don’t I go out and get that while you clean up?”
“Yes, please.” She handed him the keys to the Jeep.
[...]
He gathered up the running suit, socks, and shoes, and sped back to the Jeep. From the point of view of the cameras, he had never left.
And how's he going to explain this?
Lois threw the bag with her dress and shoes into the back seat.
Wonder if the bag will fall open and the still a bit wet clothes will soil Lois's jeep, too.
He glanced behind him and groaned. An open cardboard box and crumbs littered the back seat. Adding insult to injury, Moose had eaten their tiramisu.
Oh boy. You sure have it in it for them.
“I think we need to practice the proper endings,” Lois said, leaning forward and practically diving into another kiss.
/brows rise to hairline/ They aren't going to... well... you know. Because that would certainly allow for another 7 parts of story.
“How did you get that outfit anyway?” Lois asked. “I didn’t think I left my running suit in my car.”
“You didn’t,”
Oh, that's how he's going to do it. So, 7 parts of fallout, then?
“You can break up asteroids. You can survive bomb blasts.” Now Lois met his eyes. “If you’re Superman, then when Clark Kent was shot in that nightclub, you weren’t hurt at all.” The even tone of her voice flayed him deeper than any accusatory screaming might have done.
Oh... boy.
The criminals of Metropolis had a bad night. Perry would have said that Superman was all over them like a bad rash.
Oh, boy. So, in the future, criminals will try to ensure Superman is in good graces with his girlfriend? And leave said girlfriend alone to keep him occupied?
And so, to see her hold it made Clark feel that perhaps all was not lost.
Lois violently threw the bear against the wall.
Oh boy. Oh boy!
“Yes, sir, thank you. But Ms Lane is down on our records as the owner of the pet, and only she can pick him up.” Shanelle was unwavering.
Oh... boy. You must definitely have it in for them.
And how long are you going to let us simmer like this?
Michael
And I also liked the "guys who knows guys" part as an explanation! 
, then good 
And Clark had been honest with her. Did tell her the truth. He did fly over to her house, break-in and steal her clothes for her, so she wouldn't have to wear dog thrown-up on clothes. That's a hero in my book. She'll forgive him. But not anytime soon, I expect.
