Loved the way you described the evil lurking in Lex's mind:
Of course the depraved b*st*rd caught on right away.
“I concur, Kal, you should have been considering this course of action for a long time,” Lex informed him, “in fact you’re overdue, now that I think about it.” He took some time to prepare and light up a cigar before asking, “How long has it been since you’ve been to Bangkok, my boy?”
Kal grinned licentiously as he replied, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Lex. I might have trouble blending in after last time.”
Lex took a long draw, releasing the smoke in a slow contemplative puff prior to casually suggesting, “What about my island?” He waited the moment it took Kal’s grin to fade, only to press further. “You know there’s all manner of good sport to be had there, without any worries about being recognized or…legally responsible.”
“I doubt there would be anything there that would hold my interest, Lex.” Kal’s outward indifference hid the absolute revulsion that churned in his gut. For the first time in since he could remember, he knew what ‘nauseous’ felt like.
“I suppose the fare *would* seem old and tired to you,” Lex agreed amiably. “Well, maybe that resort in Southern France…” Luthor continued to drone about some exclusive locations that he’d already visited, while Kal listened impassively, nodding occasionally, musing about what might happen if he could reach through the screen and crush Luthor’s head like a tick.
<…why not scrub him?…>
<…I don’t want to see what’s in *his* mind…> Just the idea of mucking around in the deep, dank channels of Luthor's thoughts caused an internal cringe that had him even more motivated to get away from Luthor's tentacles of power.
Wow! Lois' bad dreams cause Kal/Clark that kind of mental pain. what a great telepathic/soul connection they have!
Looking forward to Friday (TGIF!)
