Very nice story. I loved it overall, but these lines were particularly good.
But this was reality; Clark was real. He was a man – a dark-haired, broad-shouldered, chisel-chested, fully developed man. She couldn’t be the only woman expected to notice.
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Lois frowned at the mental image burned into her retinas – the blonde hussy throwing herself at Clark. Lois grabbed the slightly melted ice cream and scooped a heaping spoonful into her mouth, trying to replace the sour taste of her memory with something sweet. How dare he fall for that pathetically desperate, probably corrupt, tragically blonde man-stealer?
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Clark was here? In the late evening, while she was dressed in sweatpants and a shlumpy t-shirt, wallowing in her misery? This couldn’t be good.
“Just a minute,” Lois said. She pressed pause on the remote and tossed her blanket to the side. At least the evidence of her ice cream binge was safely back in the kitchen. Lois crossed over to her door, made her way through the locks, and then tentatively let Clark in.
Shlumpy ... perfect!!
Well done, and thanks for sharing.
Corrina.
