She could smell coffee. Was that bacon? Eggs? Toast?
She *is* different from Lucy.
You didn’t turn me into one of your cyborgs, did you?”
Well, it’s a valid assumption?
Lois looked around. “Where is Superman, anyway?” Her father had lied to her as well. He could swim in limbo with Clark.
Bad Lois.
“He did go psycho on Kal El, all because I gave him a little kiss.
/cocks eyebrow/ ‘Little’?
Had he developed a crush on me after we spent that one weekend here?
Bad Lois.
I guess he doesn’t spend much time one-on-one with women and thought we had some connection over PB&Js.
So, that’s what they call it?
Did you see that room upstairs?” She rolled her eyes. “A bit stalkerish, don’t you think?”
But not now, she would wait until she was alone.
“I’m going to kill you. Kill you, dead. How could you tell Kal…”
“Me, rash? That’s bold, Clark. So, are you going to tell me what you’re still doing there or you going to let me just come to my own ugly conclusions?”
Boinking Lois?
