Her perfume was alluring. Clark swayed on the ledge, feeling confused. He flushed,. “You’re all right now, ma‘am.”

She smiled sensually. “Call me Miranda. I think we’ve got time to feel better acquainted, Superman.”

Superman. The suit. Clark felt flushed all over, hot. For the first time, the suit felt constricting. All he wanted was to be out of it.

Something was wrong.

He stumbled backward, and that was all he remembered.

**********

He woke groggy and confused. His head ached, and his body felt unexpectedly sticky. At least he was in bed. Thank goodness for small favors.

Clark frowned. Something wasn’t right. He wasn’t alone; he could feel the heat of a body beside him.

He stiffened. The last thing he could remember was the woman Miranda. She’d sprayed him with something.

The weight on his finger was a band. What had he done? He heard the sounds outside; the whir of ten thousand slot machines, the hum of conversation, the sounds of a city that he ‘d been into as few times as he could. His heart sank. Vegas. He was in Vegas with no memory, a ring on his finger and a woman in his bed.

It all formed a picture that he was afraid to see. He was almost afraid to turn his head.

He didn’t have to. The figure beside him rolled over and kissed him.

“Lois?” Clark gasped.

She looked as bleary as he did, but there was something about her face, an expression of satisfaction.

“What...what happened?”

She grinned and flashed her wedding ring at him. He tensed. It was his grandmother’s ring, the one Martha had been saving for his first marriage.

“We’re....” He glanced down at the ring on his own finger, and he felt disjointed, dispossessed.

“Did Miranda dose you too?” he asked fearfully. If she’d gotten married while drugged, Clark couldn’t bear to think of what her reaction might be.

“Who's Miranda?” Lois asked, and she kissed him.

Suddenly an image came to Clark of the night before. He was talking, eloquent, assertive, everything he’d been afraid to be since meeting her. Lois was looking at him in a way she never had before.

“You weren’t drugged?” The thought that she might want him for him was overwhelming.

“This isn’t very flattering, Clark.” Lois said. “I’d have thought that you’d have other things on your mind on the first morning of our honeymoon.”

Clark hesitated for a moment, then shrugged.

Sometimes it didn’t pay to look gift horses in the mouth.

He kissed her, and life was good.