The Odd Couple 8.2
And we're finally back on track! Yipee!!!
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An incoming e-mail popped up on Lex’s computer just as he was about to turn it off.
Lex,
I believe it’s time we met. We have much to discuss over the mysterious future of Luthorcorp.
Meet me for dinner next Thursday at the Influx. Eight sharp.
Nomen est omen.
A.O.B.
Don’t be late.
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Another hour later Lex finally turned off his computer.
His theory as to who it was had nearly become fact. But he would have to do more research to back it up. He did not go to meetings unprepared.
And he would be going to this meeting.
He debated whether to just go home, but the need to unwind himself a bit was more pressing than ever, in spite of the serious nature of recent events.
He drove his purple Ferrari without incident to the Himalayas.
There was a new sign of a red, yellow, and blue androgynous figure on a poster hanging in the front window of the sizable building. The figure was laying on it’s side, turning around from the back, playfully looking at the viewer. The face was a blank void. It could be anyone.
Lex knew better than just to stand there and just imagine the face who could fill that void.
He hurried inside to more welcoming stands of dildos, body perfumes, and edible underwear.
“Lex, svweetheart! Comes to give a kiss!” Sunshine called over the counter.
“Hello Sunshine.”
Lex kissed her lightly on the cheek.
“Where’s Helga?”
Sunshine frowned.
“Ah, she has a cold. I told her what wood havpen if she swam too long nah-ked in zat blueberry lake she made.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“She’hell be fine. I wood be with her but the store!” She stroked a vibrator absentmindedly, “Who wood take care of our babee?”
“You could always hire on.”
“Ve do. But I’m thinking, we needs some times off. Christmas, yes? Thanksgiving we had to fill so many orders for cowboys and pilgrims and Indians cozstumes, no time to be off. And those feathers made pour Helga get ze sniffles. She al-hergic. Pour babee.” Sunshine added.
Lex again was decidedly not invited to the Kent farms during Thanksgiving, but figured leftovers the next day from Clark must be considered moving up in the family. Or in Martha's eyes, at least.
And Clark promised they’d be together at Christmas.
Even with that second rate piece of protoplasam he called a boyfriend nagging him.
Promised.
“I promize her us time. Ve will go to New York and Roswell.”
“Roswell?” The Village would adore them, but the other city?
“Yah. She loves ze aliens. Thinks they ist sexy.”
“Don’t we all.” Lex found was his only reply.
“Anyzing for my baybee.” Such a look of tenderness on her face.
Lex smiled and nodded.
“And how ist your dahling?” She squealed.
“Fine, thank you. Still a bit embarrassed over the sensual, though.”
“Apple cheeks! Such a good, kind boy. Article bring me more cuzstomers! Bring him by again, pwetty please?”
“Perhaps.”
Only if I get the first bite.
She ushered him off with a little wave.
“Do not be forgetting our new wideo titles! I’m sure you vill find somzing!”
Lex wandered about, cataloguing about the room what other things he could find that Sunshine had picked up for her new stock. The blow up dolls now surprisingly came in a male form as well. Lex decided he wasn’t that desperate. There were more phallic objects than one could shake a stick at, but he passed those up as well. Even though he was tempted to add to his collection for the sheer amusement value. Then he remembered he simply must fill up on lube. These past few weeks had definitely been trying on his supply.
He turned the corner and nearly bumped into a familiar face.
“Toby?”
“Crimany! All these nipple rings. It’s like chips. How am I supposed to pick just one?”
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An incoming e-mail popped up on Lex’s computer just as he was about to turn it off.
Lex,
I believe it’s time we met. We have much to discuss over the mysterious future of Luthorcorp.
Meet me for dinner next Thursday at the Influx. Eight sharp.
Nomen est omen.
A.O.B.
Don’t be late.
~~~
Another hour later Lex finally turned off his computer.
His theory as to who it was had nearly become fact. But he would have to do more research to back it up. He did not go to meetings unprepared.
And he would be going to this meeting.
He debated whether to just go home, but the need to unwind himself a bit was more pressing than ever, in spite of the serious nature of recent events.
He drove his purple Ferrari without incident to the Himalayas.
There was a new sign of a red, yellow, and blue androgynous figure on a poster hanging in the front window of the sizable building. The figure was laying on it’s side, turning around from the back, playfully looking at the viewer. The face was a blank void. It could be anyone.
Lex knew better than just to stand there and just imagine the face who could fill that void.
He hurried inside to more welcoming stands of dildos, body perfumes, and edible underwear.
“Lex, svweetheart! Comes to give a kiss!” Sunshine called over the counter.
“Hello Sunshine.”
Lex kissed her lightly on the cheek.
“Where’s Helga?”
Sunshine frowned.
“Ah, she has a cold. I told her what wood havpen if she swam too long nah-ked in zat blueberry lake she made.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“She’hell be fine. I wood be with her but the store!” She stroked a vibrator absentmindedly, “Who wood take care of our babee?”
“You could always hire on.”
“Ve do. But I’m thinking, we needs some times off. Christmas, yes? Thanksgiving we had to fill so many orders for cowboys and pilgrims and Indians cozstumes, no time to be off. And those feathers made pour Helga get ze sniffles. She al-hergic. Pour babee.” Sunshine added.
Lex again was decidedly not invited to the Kent farms during Thanksgiving, but figured leftovers the next day from Clark must be considered moving up in the family. Or in Martha's eyes, at least.
And Clark promised they’d be together at Christmas.
Even with that second rate piece of protoplasam he called a boyfriend nagging him.
Promised.
“I promize her us time. Ve will go to New York and Roswell.”
“Roswell?” The Village would adore them, but the other city?
“Yah. She loves ze aliens. Thinks they ist sexy.”
“Don’t we all.” Lex found was his only reply.
“Anyzing for my baybee.” Such a look of tenderness on her face.
Lex smiled and nodded.
“And how ist your dahling?” She squealed.
“Fine, thank you. Still a bit embarrassed over the sensual, though.”
“Apple cheeks! Such a good, kind boy. Article bring me more cuzstomers! Bring him by again, pwetty please?”
“Perhaps.”
Only if I get the first bite.
She ushered him off with a little wave.
“Do not be forgetting our new wideo titles! I’m sure you vill find somzing!”
Lex wandered about, cataloguing about the room what other things he could find that Sunshine had picked up for her new stock. The blow up dolls now surprisingly came in a male form as well. Lex decided he wasn’t that desperate. There were more phallic objects than one could shake a stick at, but he passed those up as well. Even though he was tempted to add to his collection for the sheer amusement value. Then he remembered he simply must fill up on lube. These past few weeks had definitely been trying on his supply.
He turned the corner and nearly bumped into a familiar face.
“Toby?”
“Crimany! All these nipple rings. It’s like chips. How am I supposed to pick just one?”
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