Hi,
Great part.
He gets the idea.
“IsleptwithawomanImetinabar.” He said it as quickly as possible and addressed it to his half-eaten piece of pie. He felt his parents go absolutely still and he took another deep breath. “She didn’t give me her real name or tell me anything about herself. It turns out...she works for the Daily Planet. Things are, uh, awkward now.”
I can believe he said it.
Clark sighed. “I don’t even know, Dad. That’s the thing. She’s beautiful...I do know that.”
“Blonde?”
Clark smiled. “Brunette.”
“I prefer blondes,” Jonathan said, his eyes twinkling.
“I always have, too.” Clark admitted. “But there was just something about this woman, Dad. From the moment I set eyes on her, it was like I’d been struck by lightening. And the worst of it is I still kind of feel that way, even though most of me can’t stand her. It doesn’t make sense, does it?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Jonathan sounded sympathetic. “I reckon you’re not the first man to feel that way.”
More ASAP, please.
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