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AAck! Just looked at something I posted at SSA and saw a characters name changed halfway through the story!Fuck! Didn't I read that bitch a couple of times AND remind myself not to do that? Grrrr.
Oh, well. I'll survive...
Itch
Martha stood at the door of the barn, mouth open in shock. *How could this be…why-* She listened almost against her will to the voices floating down from the loft, frozen in place by shock.
“Come on Clark, I’ll do it myself if you won’t….”
“Ok! Ok! I’m just afraid of messing up your sweater. I keep snagging it."
“Here, I’ll pull it up. Now.Mmm. Harder. *Harder*, Clark!”
“Geez Lex, you’re so pushy!
She heard Clark laugh and it sent chills down her spine.
“Harder, Clark, mmm, aaaah! Oh, God! That’s so- oh, so good. Mmm. You’re so good at that Clark.”
Martha bolted from the barn. How- what was she going to say to Jonathan? How was she going to tell him? *Should* she tell him? She rounded the corner and slammed into Jonathan.
“Martha! What the heck!” He took one look at her ashen face and demanded to know what was going on. “I want to know right now! What’s wrong! Is it something…is something wrong with Clark?”
“Jonathan…Clark- let’s go sit down. I have something- I…I guess I should tell you.”
In the barn, Lex was smoothing down his sweater as he stood to leave.
“Thanks, Clark. It’s just maddening to have an itch you can’t get to, you know?”
“Oh yeah,” Clark replied. "I know, it’s a real pain.” He crossed his legs and folded his hands across his lap.
“Well, must run. Care to walk me out to the car? I’ve got the Lamborghini today….”
“No! I mean, I’ve got some studying to do, um, so if you don’t mind-”
“Oh, no problem! I’ll see myself out.” He smiled at Clark and bounded down the stairs. He exited the barn, whistling. For some reason, he felt strangely content. He nearly ran into Jonathan and Martha, who were making their way to the barn. Lex noticed they both looked a little distracted. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Everything ok?”
They both smiled rather weirdly, “Oh, yes, fine, just ah, good, erm,” and nearly raced back to the house. Lex watched them scurry away.
*No doubt about it, nice people, but a very…*unusual* family.*
Oh, well. I'll survive...
Itch
Martha stood at the door of the barn, mouth open in shock. *How could this be…why-* She listened almost against her will to the voices floating down from the loft, frozen in place by shock.
“Come on Clark, I’ll do it myself if you won’t….”
“Ok! Ok! I’m just afraid of messing up your sweater. I keep snagging it."
“Here, I’ll pull it up. Now.Mmm. Harder. *Harder*, Clark!”
“Geez Lex, you’re so pushy!
She heard Clark laugh and it sent chills down her spine.
“Harder, Clark, mmm, aaaah! Oh, God! That’s so- oh, so good. Mmm. You’re so good at that Clark.”
Martha bolted from the barn. How- what was she going to say to Jonathan? How was she going to tell him? *Should* she tell him? She rounded the corner and slammed into Jonathan.
“Martha! What the heck!” He took one look at her ashen face and demanded to know what was going on. “I want to know right now! What’s wrong! Is it something…is something wrong with Clark?”
“Jonathan…Clark- let’s go sit down. I have something- I…I guess I should tell you.”
In the barn, Lex was smoothing down his sweater as he stood to leave.
“Thanks, Clark. It’s just maddening to have an itch you can’t get to, you know?”
“Oh yeah,” Clark replied. "I know, it’s a real pain.” He crossed his legs and folded his hands across his lap.
“Well, must run. Care to walk me out to the car? I’ve got the Lamborghini today….”
“No! I mean, I’ve got some studying to do, um, so if you don’t mind-”
“Oh, no problem! I’ll see myself out.” He smiled at Clark and bounded down the stairs. He exited the barn, whistling. For some reason, he felt strangely content. He nearly ran into Jonathan and Martha, who were making their way to the barn. Lex noticed they both looked a little distracted. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Kent! Everything ok?”
They both smiled rather weirdly, “Oh, yes, fine, just ah, good, erm,” and nearly raced back to the house. Lex watched them scurry away.
*No doubt about it, nice people, but a very…*unusual* family.*
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Jayzus, woman.
You're on a roll. :)
Hee.
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More!
:)