Hi Mary,
I’ll be FDK’ing piecemeal…
Since I plan to have multiple adventures, I might as well start with Level One, Lulu and the Lone Rider.
but there is no way I'm stuffing myself into that “Sexy Cowgirl” rag
/Cocks eyebrow/ Do I *want* to google “sexy cowgirl”?
especially since that idiot Ralph will probably be around to comment.
The Western-style boots and hat are harder to track down,
/Psst/ Lois was line dancing prior to season one.
and then a quick trip to the hardware store turns up a length of rope for my lasso
She could have gotten the Lasso of Truth …
/Mind races to Clark, tied up with that lasso, while Lois has her wicked way with him/
LOIS: Now you will not run away from our next date. And I don’t have to share your (sic) chocolate dessert with you (sic). /To fourth wall/ You did not expect me to go dark, did you? This is a Mary story. They might be bloody, but they’re also always vanilla.
I step into his apartment and hold out the box with his outfit in it. “Well, don’t just stand there, Partner. Saddle up and let’s hit the trail!”
She’s not expecting him to change in front of her, is she?
LOIS: Expecting? No…
In less time than is remotely fair,
Nice one!
What exactly is the protocol for this, now?
They share a campfire?
His eyes meet mine, and it’s obvious he’s caught me staring. What exactly is the protocol for this, now? Do I turn away and pretend to be oblivious to him, like I would have done just a few months ago? Or does our almost-dating status grant me the right to gawk at him like a hormonal teenager?
The clock saves me from having to think about it. “We…uh…better get going.”
“Right.” He opens the door for us, looking as flustered as I feel. “We should…right.”
You’re doing an adorable sexy-flustered Lois and Clark!
“Commander Keen! I bounce around, fighting alien invaders! It’s awesome!”
Clark looks at me, his eyebrows raised slightly. I only shrug.
I sternly remind the butterflies in my stomach that I’ve danced with this man before. “Sure!”
Yes. And when she floats beneath the ceiling with him, she can remind the butterflies that she’s floated with him before, too.
. That frightening encounter with Trask, ranting about alien invaders. Finding out so much about the people and the town that made Clark who he was. Nearly losing him to a madman.
At some point, Clark’s grin starts to fade. He gently pulls me aside, away from the crowd of dancers, and looks at me with concern. “Hey, are you all right?”
This is a wonderfully insightful arrangement of words
So many thoughts are swirling through my head now that it’s hard to even say. But, I guess if there’s one thing that predominates, it’s…
The Corn Festival
The Close Call with Jason Trask
Ooooohhhh! Now, which will I pick first?
Michael
