/carefully reads FDK/
/Is happy to tickle Sue’s inbox with some more FDK notification e-mails
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What if they had made up someplace that wasn't so musty and owned by a killer?
Oooooh! Second trip to the Honeymoon Suite? Provided that the Lexor wasn’t sold to the Church Group.
I just want to make sure he knows how irritated I am.
I’m sure he knows.
It's bad enough that I had to endure an awkward drive and a long ferry ride to come interview a source who was considerably less forthcoming than we had been led to believe.
That’s where the shaking and the dangling from a rooftop usually come in.
"Seven-thirty," Clark says glumly and avoids meeting my eyes. "The ferry can't dock until the next high tide. And that's not until seven-thirty tomorrow morning."
Ooooooooh!
Clark Kent is the absolute last person on earth I want to be marooned on an island with right now.
Ooooooh! Another island!
Sure, he has since tried to apologize, but he has to be insane to think we could simply pick up right where he abandoned me.
Well, if she hasn’t realized by know that he’s not the smartest alien on the planet, she really is galactically stupid.
"There's a B&B up the hill," he shouts in our direction. "You can get a room there."
Oooooh! /heads over yonder/
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Maybe they need to uuuuummm get it out of their system?
"No." I stab the key at the door again and wonder if the guy downstairs gave me the wrong key.
Maybe if she used her lockpick set? Or if she just shares the room with Clark after all, now that she has forced him to splurge?
"Because I didn't want you to touch me," I snarl. "I don't want to be anywhere near you."
I hear his sharp intake of breath. In that instant I realize that I've succeeded in hurting him.
Jackpot! Ummm…
I swiftly step inside and shut the door firmly behind me before I can do something stupid like apologize to him.
Awwwww
A door on the right wall is partially open and I can see the tiled floor of the bathroom.
They have indoor plumbing?
I guess our breakup isn't a zero sum game, after all. Nobody wins.
Relationships are like the cold war, once you let loose of the a-bomb, it’s all over.
That's right, me apologize to Clark. I want to say 'I'm sorry' to the man who broke my heart.
Yeah, what’s with that? She sure is getting soft on her old days.
Would it be too much to ask to have him bitterly regretting his choices right now?
Yes. He’s quite satisfied with the way he was able to ensure your saftety.
Clark is so stubbornly certain that he's right. It's one of his most irritating qualities.
Now, who else do we know with that trait?
Once he's made a decision, he's impossible to sway.
Only by fully dressed Loises.
Just like the bay outside, my life is at slack tide right now. Nothing's moving. I'm not going forward or backward. One way or another, I need the tide to turn.
Oh dear. What if a tsunami comes with the high tide?
I can't exactly march across the hall and pound on Clark's door, not right now. Certainly not when the only thing I'm wearing is my underwear.
Why not? It sure would get his attention
Does it send the wrong sort of message if I show up at Clark's door in the middle of the night wearing nothing but my panties and a robe?
Is the message “I want to make up. So take me. Take me now.”?
The way he broke up with me was cruel in its abruptness, but even I have to admit that Clark did try to do it gently.
Right. He’s such a darn good guy. She never did slap him, did she?
I see his jaw tighten and then he steps back and, for a heartbreaking second, I think he's about to shut the door.
I’m not convinced the door would survive Lois after that.
"Would you rather we talked in the hall?"
Much safer. Unless makeup sex in a cramped hallway is to be preferred.
My right hand closes over the doorknob behind my back so that I have options for a speedy exit.
/imagines a doe in rut/
"I'm saying I'm sorry." That sounded a little more irritated than remorseful, but he should be glad I'm in here at all.
Yes. He’s just too shocked to know what to do. Right now, he’s trying to decide whether to get out the holy water or x-ray your ankle.
I let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I'll let you get back to sleep then." I turn to leave but, quick-as-that, he's standing next to me with his hand on the door to stop it from opening.
Oooooh! Ooooooh!
I can see it now -- I forgive him and we hug and then we kiss and…
Well…if things escalate he won’t dare to break up again. Lois would tell Martha, and Martha would pull down his britches and tan his hide like cheap leather.
