He was intoxicated with her.
He wanted to touch her. If that wasn't possible, he wanted to watch her.
Ah, yes. Clark operating solely on instinct.
This certainly suggests a hit on the head in similar situations might be helpful.
He *had* to buy a razor. He had to shave. Before this evening.
But he still seems to be able to find *something* to obsess about.
Lois grinned. "You didn't rob a bank," she said. "Nor are you involved in any crime. Nor did you cheat anyone. The money you have was honestly gained."
True. But what happens when he learns that he's spending old Ms. Chemsky's pension. And the hard-earned money of the single mother of five who lives next door.
She reached up and brushed a kiss to his cheek. "Take me home, Eric," she said. "Please take me home."
Huh, now this sounds like healing. Is it the clam before the storm?
Michael, already feeling the shakes coming...
