One of things I always like about your writing, Nan, is the sense you give the reader of setting. Am hearing the surf as I write this.
That's some headache/hangover
“No,” she grumbled. “And keep your voice down.”
Since he had spoken at a level barely above a whisper,
LOL!
“I kissed you at the airport. I must have picked up a little of the pheromone from you. The last thing I remember clearly was leaving the newsroom, intending to go to your place.”
Double uh-oh.
But she’d told Superman that she loved him *and* Clark. Would that hold, now that the pheromone was wearing off?
That's our Clark - always doubting
And so is Lois! Angst, Nan! - not sure I can handle that.
Ah, but they're pulling back and being a bit more reasonable. Reaching for the aspirin.
And now for a bit of hooky- very reasonable decision. uh.. hope Clark won't have his shirt on in the next part either.
c.
