It's the weekend!
She wished she had a better place to go, a friend to bunk with, a co-worker with a spare room, more mad money to spend so that she could have at least gotten a suite at the Lexor.
How about Jimmy? Or Lex might be willing to let her bunk in his bedroom.
Yes, she was definitely going to save up and take herself to the Lexor for a weekend sometime, just take the weekend off and relax and pamper herself.
They’ve cloned her already!
She laughed, wouldn’t that surprise everyone at work. They would probably all assume she was leaving town on some story.
Why would she ever think that?
Perry, Cat, and Jimmy… wait, that guy wasn’t Jimmy. Her brow furrowed. He was too short, and his hair has was too long and too, she shook her head, blond?
They’re going down?
Lois could just imagine her sitting on her kitchen counter. Well, there was an extra reason never to cook.
That and the *other* things Lucy does on that counter when Lois is not home but her boyfriend of the evening is.
“No, Lois,” her sister said with a chuckle. “Were you expecting a call from Clark?”
Good night phone sex? Well, fighting. Which counts as passionate love making in their relationship.
“You’re in a hotel room?” Lucy repeated back to her. “Lo-is, that’s so impulsive! So…”
He could take off the Suit… What if he took off the Suit?
Then we move this shenanigan over yonder.
She had never thought her desires would hit her upside the head like this, like Cat. Had it really been that long since she’d had sex?
And no, since she didn’t jump Clark.
and her dignity, amongst other things, but most importantly he had also stolen her story, which she had clawed and scraped together on her own time.
Oh boy.
Just what their relationship needed was her super powered hero to be flying around Metropolis, worried to death about her safety and doing who knew what trying to find her.
“Aggressive competition.” It’s just like aggressive negotiation. Only for reporters.
“Lois, you know how it made you feel when the French guy stole your story,” Lucy berated her. “How could you do that? And to Clark, of all people. I thought you liked Clark.”
So, senior reporter steals story from adorable newbie. At least, Lois got sex out of it. Clark didn’t even get that much. She’s meaner than Claude.
