"We Ought Not Die" Second Phase
Martha had assured Lex that the second trimester of pregnancies was usually the reward for the trauma of morning sickness and everything else that went with learning that you were going to have a baby. It was the time when expectant mothers could relax and prepare for the rigors of the third trimester and childbirth. There were often sexual compensations for expectant fathers. Clark and Lex could only hope that their situation would parallel a human pregnancy.
Clark's "biological replication period" entered the second phase on a Wednesday. Lex was quite certain it was a Wednesday because he remembered some inane show on the WB that night before he'd been dragged off to bed, Lex mused as he stood in the shower on Friday morning letting the multi-headed shower and the hot water massage his sore muscles. He really didn't want to admit it, but there really was such a thing as too much sex. Lex wanted to know who taught Clark some of the things he'd done to Lex in the past two days so he could have them murdered slowly.
Lex shut off the water and stepped out of the shower into a big fluffy toweling robe.
Clark was nowhere to be found in the suite, but a large breakfast tray was waiting on the sitting room table along with a note.
Dear Lex prisoner 000000001,
I have a few chores to take care of on the farm, but I'll be back soon. Eat, have a shower don't drop the soap and wait for me. I have plans for you.
Then we can talk about names for the baby.
Or your work release program.
Love,
Sheriff Kent
Clark
Clark's "biological replication period" entered the second phase on a Wednesday. Lex was quite certain it was a Wednesday because he remembered some inane show on the WB that night before he'd been dragged off to bed, Lex mused as he stood in the shower on Friday morning letting the multi-headed shower and the hot water massage his sore muscles. He really didn't want to admit it, but there really was such a thing as too much sex. Lex wanted to know who taught Clark some of the things he'd done to Lex in the past two days so he could have them murdered slowly.
Lex shut off the water and stepped out of the shower into a big fluffy toweling robe.
Clark was nowhere to be found in the suite, but a large breakfast tray was waiting on the sitting room table along with a note.
Dear Lex prisoner 000000001,
I have a few chores to take care of on the farm, but I'll be back soon. Eat, have a shower don't drop the soap and wait for me. I have plans for you.
Then we can talk about names for the baby.
Or your work release program.
Love,
Sheriff Kent
Clark