I'm so sorry to hear about your father, Terry
He watched her stalk away and sighed. No matter what he said or did, Linda refused to understand that Clark wasn’t interested in her romantically. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could maintain his presence of mind while she pawed at him or leaned against him in the newsroom or rubbed his shoulders even when he asked her not to.
Maybe he should talk to Perry about the paper’s sexual harassment policy. Even then he wasn’t sure he could get Linda to back off.
Now that you put it this way, yeah, if Clark were the one doing those things, he would already be on a plane to Gotham. But for some reason, when looked at it in a LnC fic, Linda doing the harassing is lots of fun
/mutters something about it being a good thing that readers can be hypocrites
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But he did want to pin her – it – down. No! he insisted to himself. Pin it down, Clark, not her! Get your mind out of the gutter, you pervert!
And while we're talking about harassment...
The preparations and waiting for Christie was well done and if we didn't know that Lucy didn't do it, she would be very high on the list of suspects, given her behavior.
He could hear Lois’ heartbeat.
At least until she fell at his feet, begging him to take her as she was and run away to live a life of sybaritic pleasure with her.
He mentally doused himself with cold water. Yeah, that was gonna happen. Right after he flew out into space and destroyed an asteroid with his bare hands.
Michael
