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23 Jill had helped Claire finish her homework. She figured shed have plenty of time do her own when she got home, since she needed so little sleep. The two girls were sprawled out on Claires floor, looking at magazines. “Why does everybody think Gwyneth Paltrow is so great?” Claire said, pointing at her picture. “Shes so bony.” Jill laughed. “She ought to be called Gwyneth Paltry! I like her ...
32 Jill hopped off the bus in Smallville and took off her glasses. She didnt think anyone knew her here. She looked back towards Chester. Claire was still trying to get ready. Why was she still fussing about which dress to wear? Jill had told her that the blue one looked best. The green one made her look heavier and showed too much tit. Why didnt she just listen to her? Oh well, there was ...
33 “Clark, I really think you should try to get out today.” He didnt want to, and he said, “Ill see Ma. Im just too tired.” His father poured another cup of coffee. “Son, we dont know how long it will take for your powers to come back. But as long as youre an ordinary boy, you need some fresh air and exercise to keep you healthy.” Ma Kent nodded in agreement. “OK. I hear you. Ill make sure I get ...
35 Jill looked up at Claires window. Shed rather just fly up to Claires room, but knocking would have to do. Claire opened the door. “Hi! I just finished breakfast.” Jill walked in and waved to Mr. Simmons, who was in the middle of assembling a model antique car. Jill pointed upstairs and the girls ran up to Claires room. “Are you doing anything today?” Jill asked. Claire shook her head. “Great! ...
36 Superboy was waiting at the carnival, which was in a field just to the east of Smallville about a mile away from his farm. Hed turned down his mothers offer to drive him there and wait with him in the car until Jessica arrived – that would be too embarrassing! Then he brushed aside her request that he not be home “too late.” Why, hed never had a curfew, and super-powers or not, he was not ...
37 Clark read the page of his chemistry textbook for the third time. Why was his mind so slow and stupid? Hed understood acids and bases so well when he was super – why hed observed the reactions of the atoms and molecules himself. Why wasnt it making sense to him now? He wanted to throw his books onto the floor, but that wouldnt solve anything, and if he ripped his books, Ma would come down on ...
38 She was flying high above the ground, the sweep of all the flat land of Kansas before her eyes. The air was sweet and mild, and as far away the ground as she was, she could smell the pleasant and familiar odor of slight decay from the fallen leaves and the dry stubble of wheat on the fields. She circled around Chester, enjoying the new vantage point from which she could see the town. There ...
1 Lilly locked herself in a bathroom stall and sampled a line of coke. She loved the stuff even more than sex, chocolate ice cream and Keanu Reeves. It rocketed throughout her brain and made her feel as though her whole body were on fire. Wow! Oh, that was so much better. She felt great. She looked down at her jutting breasts, her narrow waist, her perfect ass and legs. She felt like Supergirl! ...
Jedd Stuart was the starting fullback for the University of Iowa varsity team for three years, and with his 65, 280 pound frame was as close to being Superman as an ordinary man could be. Hed score touchdown after touchdown, batting two and three defenders out of his way and clearing holes large enough for two quarterbacks to charge through. The national sportswriters knew he was responsible for ...
Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad guy. It wasn't an ambition. Like the lady "Counselor" they gave me in the joint said, I'm a nice-looking guy with "poor impulse control." I didn't think Melinda'd make such a big deal about me swiping her ring. It was bright, shiny and looked worth a bundle. Melinda's so fucking loaded. I took it and split. Did I blow something bigger? Should I have stuck around thinking ...