It sure is good, Classicalla. I've read it several times myself. In the interest of speeding up the revelation of what the story actually is so that you can go read it
, here's another quote:
"Hmmm," Clark hums and it tickles my cheek where it's pressed
against his chest. "I should tell you something."
"If it's about Superman..." I have to pause for a yawn. "Then I
already know about that."
"It's kind of about that..." He looks away suddenly, towards the
open bedroom door.
"What is it?"
"It's Perry!" He rolls out of the bed and dresses in a blur.
I'm still lying there, feeling lethargic, before I realize what
he's saying. I scramble off the bed, in search of my underwear
as he shuts the bedroom door behind him. I pull my clothes on
quickly and head out to join Clark and Perry.
"... She ended up in the West River so she's probably still
getting dressed." Clark is saying as I come into the front room.
Perry looks at me, than back at Clark and the grin that he was
already wearing grows wider. "Are you okay, Lois?"
"Fine," I say. I get the distinct impression that Perry is just
messing with us. And why wouldn't he? Clark looks as flustered
as I feel. We're both barefoot, both flushed, and we both look
guilty as hell. Clark has finger-combed his hair but I'm
positive mine looks like I was just f... fished out of the
river.
