Aha - that's Meredith Knight's
Fact or Ficus. 
Okay, try this one:
But she put her hand on his chest, stopping him. "Clark, take your glasses off, you can't cheat."
He tensed.
"Don't be afraid, Clark, I won't hurt you," she added, reaching up to take them off his face. "See, it wasn't that difficult. You could have done that sooner, it would have been a lot easier. I wouldn't have yelled at you. Naked truth sure is better."
"You *know?*"
She just smiled and kissed him. Her Clark... her own private Superman... And he was a lot better at that than at playing poker...
Wendy
