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Between fires and major accidents and natural disasters in other time zones he’d gone three days on about 20 minutes of shut-eye and he was starting to feel it.
LOIS: Bah, I can do three days without sleep, too. Just ask anyone at the Planet about that time two years ago. I even got a Kerth award for the story.
EVERYONE:
cathouse, but we’ve been here for hours and nothing!” She waited for a reaction from her partner, but heard nothing other than slow, deep breathing from his seat. Her eyes widened in outrage.
CLARK: What? Not *every* man finds cathouses to be interesting.
She whipped her head around and reached over to thump him on the arm. Her hand was halfway to his bicep
She going to hurt herself?
when he suddenly and inexplicably floated up out of his seat like thistledown on a warm spring breeze.
Oops?
Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she thought about how to handle this revelation.
So, pre- or post-PML?
She suddenly realized how close to his butt her hand was and jerked it back.
Wouldn’t it have been embarrassing if he had floated back down and she’d practically grabbed a hold of his rear side?
“You. Were. Floating!! In your sleep! In my Jeep! Got anything to say for yourself, Smallville?” She all but sneered the last word.
CLARK:
“Well yeah, of course I did, you’re my best friend, and I love you. Of course I wanted to tell you.” He pled with her from the passenger seat.
So, he just spilled the beens on his secret, huh? Wonder how she’s going to take it.
“I mean, I’ve never told anyone else - except Trask, and he was threatening to kill my parents
LOIS: You told *Trask* that you love me?
“Councilman McDonald could have a farm and be boinking every living thing on it, and I wouldn’t care
So, she’s giving the story to Cat, isn’t she? Should have done that in the first place. Also, “Old McDonald had a farm…” huh?
She reached over and patted his knee “There’s a good boy” Lois grinned to herself as she ignored the waves of sulk washing in her direction.
Let’s hope she’s good at mothering his 8-y/o self. Maybe she could call Martha and ask for advice on how to bset pull down his britches if he keeps being petulant…
Adorable revelation!
Michael