Investigations Into
Interoffice Relations

And the one time they did

At long last, finals were over and Jenny was free to find any job with the barest relation to her degree so she could pay off her staggering student debt. But first, a road trip with her college roommates to exotic Cape May because they were classy bitches who preferred sipping gin and tonics at heritage sites instead of pounding shots at Belmar. Two of the girls brought their boyfriends; Jenny and another girl went stag. They ate oatmeal all day so they could splurge on high-end resto-bars at night and the only worrying they were allowed to do for the whole week was whether or not their bikini tops matched the bottoms.

While her friends tried and failed to paddleboard, Jenny volunteered to walk back to the cabin and grab more beer. She'd gone over half a dozen dunes before realising she was kind of lost. Instead of a row of purposefully quaint cabins, she found a pair of bikes leaning against a wooden fence. Jenny craned her head to look for the owners and ask for directions.

A dozen yards and two dunes away, a man and woman lounged on a brightly woven rug. Jenny headed their way to ask for directions when the man turned his head. She knew that profile. Clark Kent adjusted his glasses. His said something inaudible to Lois Lane who had her head on his chest. She replied and they both laughed. Their hands were clasped over Lois' belly.

Clark stretched away from Lois to pluck a white-petalled flower peering over the edge of their blanket. In a move straight out of every cheesy romance Jenny loved to watch while she PMS'd, he kissed the flower then tucked it behind Lois' ear. Lois slapped his chest but rose on her elbows to kiss him on the lips and it was so freaking sweet and beautiful, Jenny snuck away, blushing.

She left so quickly, she didn't see the waves lick away a heart drawn on the sand with "Lois + Clark" at its centre.

Which was just as well because Lois still hadn't stopped teasing Clark about it by dinner time.