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Trapped in the SmallivilleCloset Part II – Trapped in the Kent Bathroom
Suddenly a small thud and a muffled "Shit" had Jonathan flying up the stairs, shotgun cocked.
"Jonathan wait..." Martha shrieked.
He kicked open the door. Stooping there stark naked, scrambling to retrieve the ringing phone from the pocket of pants discarded by the shower was...
"Lois," Jonathan cried out as the nude wet girl stood trying desperately to cover her attributes with her hands.
"Mr. Kent, I can explain."
The only thing that kept the tall lanky brunette from getting shot was Jonathan's eyes roaming over the lean figure. One hand covered breasts that peeped out through long slim fingers. The other hand barely hid the dark mound below. "Jonathan," Martha called more angrily as she realized her husband was gawking at her girlfriend.
In Mildred Pierce fashion, Jonathan spun towards his wife and asked, "How long has this been going on."
Both women talked animatedly forgetting modesty as they hurriedly tried to explain how their love affair began shortly after Lois started working for Martha at the Talon.Jonathan rubbed his eyes. The sight of breasts, buttocks and boxes was too much for him.
"Get dressed, both of you. My wife and I will have a little talk later."
Jonathan stormed out of the house and towards Clark's fortress of solitude. He stormed up the stairs looking for a place to sort out the fact that his wife of nearly twenty years was in a lesbian relationship. Half way up the landing he heard a thud and muttered curses.
"Not again," he thought. "Clark...is that you?"
"Dad, what are you doing home?"
"I live here," Jonathan barked, taking the rest of the stairs two at a time.
He reached the top landing to find a flushed Clark standing with his shirt open and his belt buckle hanging. It was obvious he had redressed in a hurry. Even with super speed, Clark couldn't hide the disheveled appearance. Jonathan scanned the room as Clark tried to lean innocently against his desk.
"Who's up here with you Clark, is it Lana?"
"Dad, I'm here alone," Clark replied unconvincingly.
"Lana...Chloe, come out. I know you're here," Jonathan yelled.
Clark moved his body to block beneath the desk. The sudden movement made Jonathan even more suspicious.
"Move away from the desk," Mr. Kent demanded.
"Dad..."
"Clark, so help me, if you don't move from that desk, I'm coming back with a meteor rock and make you move."
"Clark, it's alright. Move aside," said the voice under the desk.
Clark stepped aside and the figure crouched under the table emerged. Jonathan let out a small gasp when he saw the half dressed figure was...