MissJr
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Brooke IS the Bold & the Beautiful!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 12:21:21 GMT -5
CHAPTER 1 – "CHICKENS COMING HOME TO ROOST"Brooke Logan was positively fuming, as she stalked into her office, forcefully slamming the door behind her. She looked resplendent in a cream-colored linen sheath and matching jacket. Her French-manicured toes were the perfect complement to her cream-colored mules. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders in slight disarray. Her breathing had become shallow and her fists clenched when she thought about the coup that the Forresters attempted. She gave her heart and soul to this damn company, and THIS was the thanks she received, Brooke fumed. Everything had fallen into place. After months of legal delays, she and Victor Newman had finally come to terms, and she would be working with Jabot Cosmetics directly. She even managed to overcome Jack Abbott's initial reticence about resuming the project. Thankfully, his sister, Ashley—the chemist, who designed the fragrance for her "Brooke's Bedroom" line—saw the big picture. If Brooke had to be honest, she had to admit that the whole concept initially started off as a way to work closer with Ridge, whom she foolishly believed was still her soulmate at the time. However, once she threw herself wholeheartedly into the project, she had to admit that she enjoyed the creative process. The press conference introducing the line, while fraught with disasters—thanks to Stephanie—was a resounding success. The plan was to include samples of Ashley's fragrance, La Femme Fatale, with the spring collection. She worked very closely with Jack to design a website, as well as print and television ad campaigns. However, it seemed to Brooke that everywhere she turned, people were attempting to undermine her. First, there was that pathetic video by Drs. Pierce Peterson and Taylor Forrester. What Brooke found particularly galling was Taylor's implication that her focus on selling lingerie was leading to some kind of moral decline. God, what a silly bitch, Brooke thought, as she paced angrily. The hypocrisy of the whole thing pissed her off even more. Here were these two sanctimonious fools preaching about morals, and the whole thing had been a vehicle that Pierce had engineered to get into Taylor's panties. The only thing was that Taylor was too stupid to see it. Then there was the constant sniping from Stephanie, who did not hesitate to let anyone who cared to listen know that she thought the lingerie line was trashy and nasty. Brooke endured the criticism because she had Eric and Ridge's support. Since Eric was the second largest shareholder of the company, his support was critical. Today, however, Eric and Ridge pulled the rug out from under her. After the fiasco in Venice, she should have known better than to trust any of them again. As if on cue, Brooke heard a timid knock on her door. Before she could reply, a hollow-eyed and disheveled Thorne quietly entered her office, shutting the door behind him. He looked at her guiltily and cleared his throat before speaking. "Brooke, I'm sorry about what happened in there," he said, as he walked toward her with outstretched arms. However, Brooke deftly moved away from him, and spoke sharply. "Sorry? You're sorry? Thorne, that seems to be your middle name these days! You are, indeed, the sorriest man I've ever seen," Brooke said with venom. Thorne's eyes widened in shock and he looked as if he had been slapped. But, Brooke was not about to let him off the hook. "Your family just gave me a vote of no confidence! And, as if that weren't bad enough, your father, mother and brother attempted to oust me as CEO! I'm not even going to discuss the indignation that happened at the awards gala this week—and I can assure you that it was deliberate!" Thorne threw up his hands helplessly. "But, baby, I didn't vote with them!" He said. "Gee, thanks for small favors," Brooke remarked sarcastically. Thorne tried another tack. He had to make her see that he still loved her and that his marriage to Macy had been a mistake. "Brooke, I know that my timing isn't great, but please understand that I love you. My whole world ended the moment I saw you and Ridge in that hotel room. I realize now that I made a mistake by marrying Macy, and—" "Well, Thorne, that's your misfortune, now i sn't it?" Brooke angrily cut Thorne off. "Why are you being so cold?" Thorne asked softly. Brooke wearily sighed and sat on the edge of her desk. She measured her words before speaking, but they were devastating to Thorne nonetheless. "Thorne, I decided to take a page from my mother's book. Your love is a day late and a dollar short. You see, Thorne, I can do badly all by myself. I've finally realized that it is not my mission in life to finish raising your mother's boys." Thorne became angry at her words, and moved swiftly toward Brooke, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her off the desk. He roughly enveloped her in his arms and pulled her into a kiss, which became gentle, as his tongue coaxed her lips apart. Before she realized what she was doing, Brooke's arms encircled Thorne's waist, and she returned his kiss with equal ardor, their tongues sparring. "Sweet, so sweet," Thorne murmured, as his hands moved up and down her body. He smoothly lifted her by her well-rounded bottom, and gently placed her on the edge of the desk. His hands moved up and down her thighs, and he easily slipped his hands beneath her dress. Thorne, feeling the silk of her panties, pried his fingers inside. Brooke moaned and panted with desire, her hips matching the rhythm of his fingers. Their kiss deepened, and Brooke allowed her fingers to reach for Thorne's belt buckle. However, as if awaking from a nightmare, Brooke forcefully pulled her head away and broke the kiss. "Thorne—we have to stop. We can't do this!" She removed Thorne's hand and slid from the desk and proceeded to straighten her dress. Thorne groaned, unwilling to let go. Brooke, seeing the pain etched on his handsome face, gently took his hands. "Thorne, please know that I love you and I've never stopped. But, it's over. You disappointed me greatly in Venice. If you had simply confronted Ridge and me, I could have dealt with it. But you chose to believe a lie. Then you compounded your error by marrying Macy on the rebound. It's too late, Thorne. I've had a lifetime of waiting for men to get the courage to put me first. I just can't do it anymore." Brooke said sadly. Thorne looked searchingly into her hazel eyes, which shone with unshed tears. "Brooke, you can't mean that."" Brooke sighed. "Sweetheart, why must you make me say things that will only hurt you? Thorne, if you love me, then please let me go. Please, go home to Macy." The two former lovers stared at each other with tears in their eyes and embraced. "I can't let you go," Thorne sobbed. "I just can't!" ______________________________ Stephanie Forrester was near the completion of her two-hour day of beauty at Salon LaRouche—a present from her favorite daughter-in-law, Taylor. Her hairdresser, Reggie, was putting the finishing touches on an elegant coif, which he insisted was just her. As Reggie busily primped and fussed about her, Stephanie chuckled at his rather colorful sense of humor. Reggie, who was openly gay, knew all the gossip in Beverly Hills and Hollywood. He could dish the dirt on who dropkicked whom this week, who was in, who was tired, and who was sleeping with whom. Although she liked to think she was above that sort of thing, Stephanie had to admit that he kept her in stitches with his biting bitchery. "Ooooh, Mrs. Forrester, I can't believe how big Aretha's gotten! And, chirl, who in the world told that poor thing she could wear ruffles? I can't BELIEVE her designer would be THAT cruel!" Frankly, Stephanie could not believe it either. "And, child," Reggie chattered on. "Miss Thing MUST have done something really bad to him in another life because he SURE is punishing her now!" Stephanie laughed in spite of herself. "Now, Reggie—you know that's not nice," she chided gently. However, as she often found, Reggie was only getting started. "Maybe not—but you know it's true!"" He chortled. Stephanie laughed. Reggie found that he and Stephanie shared a love of gossip, and he did not disappoint. "And, honey, Sandra is just plain ugly. Just U-G-L-Y—without an alibi!" Stephanie cackled again. Every once in a while, her wicked side liked to tease Reggie about his love life. "Now Reggie, don't you think it's time that you met a nice girl and settled down?" Reggie gasped in mock horror, as he usually did, and responded, "Now, Mrs. Forrester, how many times do I have to tell you that fish is NOT on the menu?!" At this, Stephanie howled. "Well, you can't blame a dame for trying, now can you? Besides—what happened on that date you were so excited about last week?" She asked. Reggie rolled his eyes and replied dismissively. "A disaster! I should have known not to get mixed up in that Latin mess! Let me just tell you—it was short and quick!" By the time Reggie was done, Stephanie was practically in tears from his witty asides. After Reggie finished with Stephanie and assured her that she was gorgeous, Stephanie paid him, being sure to include a generous tip. Stephanie emerged from Salon LaRouche, feeling fully invigorated and ready to tackle the world. Her freshly manicured nails glistened with a red lacquer. Her feet had been massaged, pumiced, and buffed—the toes polished in a shimmering pearl. Her skin positively glowed from her facial, and she felt totally relaxed after her massage. As she waited for the valet to deliver her chocolate-colored Bentley, Stephanie stopped to admire herself in the window of a store. "Not bad," she said to herself. She had to admit that she was looking good. Not only did she look good, but she also felt good. When her car finally arrived, she tipped the young man, who opened her door for her with a flourish. As she slid behind the wheel of her car, she slipped in a CD by her favorite singer, Dionne Warwick. Pulling off, she hummed along, and grinned. "Yes," she sighed. "All is right with my world." That very morning, that slut, Brooke, had received her comeuppance. The slut didn't know it yet, but she was on her way OUT, and she, Stephanie, would see to it. Earlier that week, she and Eric were honored with Lifetime Achievement Awards from the Fashion Institute Academy at its annual awards gala and fashion show at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Her chest swelled with pride that she and Eric were rewarded for all their hard work—something that that slut almost took from them. The coup de grace, of course, was that Brooke Logan was NOT standing on the podium with them. As an added bonus, there were no Spectras. "Humph! As if they would even be in the same class!" Stephanie sniffed. She had made sure that not only were they not invited, but they were denied membership into the Academy. Since it was a by-invitation-only event limited to the Academy's members, the snub was doubly delicious. Stephanie made sure the Spectra gang paid dearly for sabotaging the Pediatric AIDS Foundation fashion show. That little cretin, CJ, was behind the mishaps, but Stephanie got her revenge. All the important people were there to pay tribute to her and Eric. The Forresters purchased three tables for $10,000 each and filled them with their family and friends. Stephanie made sure that Brooke was not seated at either table. Since Brooke was the CEO of Forrester Creations, people, of course, wondered what was going on. However, Stephanie did not give a damn. Brooke could have eaten her food off the floor like the dog she was, as far as she was concerned. Stephanie felt so good that she made an impromptu stop at a boutique to do some shopping. She cheerfully greeted the saleswomen, who, upon recognizing her, were eager to assist. She purchased a silk chiffon blouse and a pair of gabardine slacks. Impulsively, she bought a sheer blue negligee and peignoir—something classy, as opposed to the trash from the "Brooke's Bedroom" line. It never entered Stephanie's mind that favored son, Ridge, actually designed the line. Nor did it enter her mind that the line was extremely successful despite its dubious beginnings. As Stephanie paid for her purchases, she blushed naughtily, as she thought about how she would surprise her man later that night. She was in desperate need of a "tune-up" anyway. Stephanie left the store, and drove her car toward her home at a stately pace. Her sons were finally settled with beautiful, pliant women. Although Thorne had remarried Sally Spectra's daughter, Stephanie was willing to swallow this bitter pill if it meant that Brooke was no longer in the picture. Macy was so grateful to finally be accepted that Stephanie was able to tolerate her. Stephanie apparently saw no contradiction in her embracing Macy and her vicious verbal attacks against her mother. As far as she was concerned, Sally more than deserved those attacks. The woman was such an obvious social climber that it was pathetic! Stephanie was grateful that she managed to talk Taylor out of leaving Ridge even though he often behaved reprehensibly. Things were perfect now that they had the twins and Thomas. It didn't bother Stephanie in the least that she was the one who suggested Taylor get pregnant again—and soon—despite Taylor's doctor cautioning her against having more children. Well, Dr. Santana was wrong, Stephanie thought triumphantly. Of course, she conveniently ignored the fact that Taylor nearly died giving birth to the twins. And, Eric seemed to be blissfully ignorant and happy. Thinking about Eric gave Stephanie some pause. Although she moved heaven and earth to make Eric her husband again, it pained her to admit that the thrill was definitely gone for her. It seemed to Stephanie that ever since she and Eric remarried that he had become weak, ineffectual and a real patsy. She surprised him when she wholeheartedly approved of his Venice plan. In fact, it had turned her on. Stephanie had to admit to herself that she liked strong, take-charge men—men who would stand up to her. However, she pushed such thoughts into her subconscious. Such thoughts, she told herself, were dangerous—dangerous and disloyal. As she pulled into her driveway, she mulled over that morning’s events and smirked.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 12:24:35 GMT -5
Macy left Spectra Fashions to head over to the Forrester Building. She decided to surprise Thorne, and apologize for what happened that morning. He tossed and turned the night before after rejecting her amorous overtures. Although he mentioned that he needed to be in an important board meeting this morning, she deliberately set the alarm clock to go off an hour later so that she could spend some quality time with her husband. However, for all her machinations, her efforts had backfired, as Thorne became quite furious with her when he discovered her ruse. Although she prettily explained to him why she had done it, he was not impressed. Thorne even became irritated with her when she questioned him about rushing to the office to work with Brooke. He hurriedly showered, dressed and was out the door within 20 minutes, leaving a frustrated Macy behind. She sensed that Thorne had become increasingly more distant. She decided to stop by her mother's business to seek her advice. Macy sighed, as she recalled the visit. As much as she loved her mother, there were times when she could be a pain. Macy could recite by rote her mother's complaints against the Forresters. Despite the fact that their families were finally united, Sally and Adam were offended that the Forresters did not invite them as guests to fill any of the tables they purchased at the gala. Sally and Adam were also incensed because the Fashion Institute Academy had snubbed them for membership this year. It was bad enough that Spectra was not considered prestigious enough to be a member of the nominating committee, but neither Sally nor Adam were considered important enough to even be invited to the gala by anyone else in the industry. Even though Clarke labored mightily to make the fashion house a force to be reckoned with, Spectra Fashions' previous reputation as a cheap, knock-off enterprise proceeded itself. Nor did it help that it had become public knowledge that the fashion house sabotaged someone else's fashion show and engaged in other unscrupulous business practices. As she pulled into the parking lot of the Forrester Building, Macy could not help but to reflect on how different the two companies were. The Forrester Building was sleek, and the company was efficiently run, with branches in Paris, Milan and London. Spectra seemed to be on the brink of bankruptcy nearly every year, and the building had a bargain basement aura to it. Macy, looking especially pretty in a coral cotton sundress, entered the building, spoke to the concierge and caught the elevator upstairs. She got off on the floor where the executive suites were located, and politely spoke to Megan. "Hello, Megan. Is Thorne still in his meeting?" Megan, who had been organizing files, replied in a pleasant voice. "Hi, Mrs. Forrester. Actually, I believe they are all done. I didn't see him leave the floor so he's probably still with his parents." "Thank you," Macy stated. "I'll just go and look for him." Megan smiled, but wondered for the thousandth time how Thorne was able to get Macy to marry him again. Macy was about to round the corner toward Eric's office, but overheard Brooke's voice coming from her office. However, she paused when she heard what she thought was Thorne's voice. "That walking piece of pornography just won't leave Thorne alone," Macy fumed. "When will she get it through her head that Thorne is married to me and doesn't want her?" Dare she walk in and embarrass Brooke the way she deserved? Or should she trust Thorne to do the right thing? What would her mother do in this situation? "You KNOW what she would do," the little voice told her. "She would go in there and BUST the hoe!" Allowing her insecurities to get the better of her, Macy reached out for the doorknob and quietly opened the door. ____________________ A wearied Ridge sat staring out the window as his father droned on. Frankly, he longed for the comfort of his own office so he could be left alone with his thoughts. Eric became annoyed when he realized that his son had tuned him out. "Ridge, snap out of it! What's done is done, and I wish you would stop making a big deal out of it!" Ridge stood and looked at his father in disgust. "Dad—how could you say that? What happened today was an outrage! And, don't even get me started on what happened in Venice. I have had nothing but nightmares about it ever since. Brooke was my best friend at one time. She was also my wife. Hell—we even raised a child together!" Ridge yelled. However, Eric impatiently waved away his son's concerns. "Need, I remind you that you are actually happily married to and raising children with Taylor?" Eric demanded. When Ridge said nothing, Eric drove his point home. "Your mother's very life was in jeopardy. I knew that this relationship would be disastrous. I knew that Brooke never got over you, Ridge, and you proved that. I'm very pleased with the way you handled that situation." Eric conveniently forgot that Ridge briefed him on just how far he actually had to go to get the response he did. Ridge looked at his father as if he were an ice cube short of a rum and coke. "You really don't get it, do you?" Ridge asked. Eric merely rolled his eyes, genuinely confused about his son's apparent unhappiness. "Dad, I have put my own happiness on the line for the sake of this family ad nauseam, and I'm sick of it! Do you hear me? SICK OF IT!" Ridge shouted, as he banged his fist on the desk. As if a dam had suddenly burst inside of him, he continued while he still had the courage to say what had been on his mind. "For so long, I have done what Mother or you expected of me. Thanks to Mother, and her hatred of Brooke, we were never allowed to live in happiness, and—" "Now, look," Eric interrupted, but, Ridge would not be denied. "No—YOU look! You wanted to know what was going on and now I'm telling you. Thanks to Mother and her hatred of Brooke, we've lost controlling interest in this company, and I've lost my birthright! Thanks to Mother, three lives were destroyed. My relationship with Thorne has been ruined. Doesn't any of that matter to you?" Eric, who had sat in stony silence during his son's diatribe, merely stared. As he stood, he barked shortly. "Ridge, I will not hear this right now. For your information, Macy is very happy to be married to Thorne again." Ridge snorted in contempt. "Happy? If you call that happy, then I would hate to see what unhappy is. Dad, Thorne can barely stand to be in the same room with her. Whenever she's around, he looks as if his bowels are about to turn into water. But to hear you tell it, they're happy!" Eric did not appreciate his son's tone, nor did he appreciate being contradicted. "Look, Ridge, you either get it together, or I warn you—" "NO! I warn YOU!" Ridge barked. "You had no idea of what I'm going through. What's even more offensive is that even after I told you what I was going through, you still don't give a damn! Well get this! I will be living my life on my own terms from now on!" "And, just what in the hell is THAT supposed to mean?" Eric demanded. "Dad, you're so smart, YOU figure it out! Now, if you will excuse me," Ridge snapped sarcastically before letting himself out of the office. Ridge was so annoyed that he made a judgment call. "Screw it! I'm taking the rest of the afternoon off!" He strode toward Megan's desk, instructing Megan to send all of his calls to his voice mail. "I'm out of here," he muttered. Megan looked alarmed and tried to stop him. "Ridge—wait!" She shouted. Ridge, who was not about to be stopped, barely heard her. Megan tried again. "Ridge, what about—" Ridge had already gotten on the elevator. "Megan, whatever it is, it will have to wait." As the door closed, Megan became exasperated. The arrogance of these Forresters! Had Ridge bothered to wait, Megan would have told him that Taylor had been waiting for him in his office for over an hour. ____________________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 12:29:19 GMT -5
Stephanie put her purchases away and excitedly stripped out of her clothes to try on her new negligee. She couldn't wait to see the look on her man's face later. In fact, she intended to whip it to him in such a way that he wouldn't be able to stand up straight. She had a few hours to prepare but wanted to take a bath and a nap first. She went into her Italian marbled bathroom to soak in the bubble bath that Helen was nice enough to draw for her. As she luxuriated in the scented water, Stephanie decided to call her honey. He answered after three rings. She loved talking to him at this time of the day. "I'm sorry to bother you at work," she started. "Nonsense! I'm never too busy for you," came the reply. As they talked about the Forrester board meeting earlier, Stephanie came to fully appreciate the kindred spirit she had. Before hanging up, she gave him a hint of the night of pleasure to come. She smiled wickedly when she thought about the fun they would have later. ____________________ Thorne and Brooke continued to hold each other. Neither of them heard the door open, nor did they hear Macy come in. Macy, taking in the tableau before her, became irate. "Take your F*CKING HANDS off my husband, you tramp!" Startled, the two former lovers guiltily stepped away from each other, as if burned. Thorne was embarrassed and was momentarily speechless; however, Brooke quickly recovered. She had had a difficult morning and decided she was fed up with Macy and her foul-mouthed harangues. "Excuse me, Macy, but don't you have some liquor stores to raid or something?" Macy's chest heaved with outrage at the insult. "How dare you use my alcoholism to insult me, you slut?" Brooke, not to be outdone, calmly replied. "Why the hell not? After all, you seem to have no problem using your alcoholism to guilt your husband into staying with you!" As if he had finally awakened from a trance, Thorne finally found his voice. "Brooke—that's enough! I will not have you talking to my wife that way!" Macy shot Brooke a smug look, while Brooke glared. She had had it with the two of them and wanted both of their asses out of her office right now. "You know something, Thorne? F*ck you, and the horse you rode in on! And, you know something, Macy? I'm sick of your ranting, your drunken tirades, your invitations to your little hoedown barbeques, and your delusions that I am all over your husband! Get it straight, you lush! I am NOT the one coming on to your husband!" Thorne, sensing disaster, attempted to diffuse the situation. He hurriedly and firmly gripped Macy's arm in an attempt to get her out of the office before Brooke said too much. However, Macy angrily wrenched her arm out of his grip. She then advanced on Brooke, pointing her finger in her face. She then launched on a verbal attack against Brooke, not caring if they could be heard outside. "No—YOU get it straight, bitch! Brooke, you are nothing but trash! You are jealous of me because I have Thorne and you don't! You thought you were able to use sex to get him to the altar, but I'M the one wearing his ring! I'M the one sleeping in his bed! I'M the one he's f*cking merrily every night! Get your own g*ddamn man and STAY AWAY from mine!" Thorne, again, attempted to grab his wife and get her away from Brooke. "Come on, Mace," he said sternly. "Let's go!" However, Macy was not about to leave quietly. "TELL her, Thorne!" She demanded shrilly. "Tell her how happy we are! Tell her to leave us alone! TELL HER!" However, Brooke gave back as good as she got. She gave Macy a contemptuous look and decided to take the kid gloves off. "Yes, Thorne—why DON'T you tell me," she demanded nastily. "Oh, and, while you're at it, tell her the REAL reason you married her! Go on and TELL IT, Thorne!" Macy, who had raised her hand to slap Brooke, abruptly dropped it, as if the wind had been taken out of her sails. Brooke, seizing the moment, launched on. "Tell your wife exactly how you really feel about me—that is if you have the balls to! Tell her who can't stay away from WHOM!"" Macy angrily leapt toward Brooke and grabbed her arms. "LIAR!" she shrieked. Brooke forcefully pushed Macy away from her and delivered her devastating verdict. "You say that I'm trash? Macy, I have demanded that you and your husband stay away from me numerous times. But, you couldn't do that, could you? Then I had to deal with your mother, who barreled her way into my office like a water buffalo on crack! I may be all the things you accused me of and more. But, at least I'm not delusional. I might be alone. You're married and you're still lonely! And, if you think your husband is all that, then you are even more delusional than I ever imagined. Now I'm asking for the last time—you and Thorne get the hell out of my office and leave me the hell alone!" With that, she turned away from both of them. "You haven't heard the last of this, bitch," Macy hissed. "Not by a long shot!" Thorne, who felt smaller and smaller, tried to repair the damage done. "Brooke, that's not fair," he started. Brooke quickly turned at the sound of her name and glowered at him. "Coward!" She spat. Feeling defeated, Thorne quickly grabbed a protesting Macy's hand and left Brooke alone in her office. ____________________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 12:32:06 GMT -5
Damn, Eric thought. Frankly, he did not know what Ridge's problem was. It never occurred to Eric that Ridge was that angry about losing his birthright. The depth of his son's anger surprised Eric. Eric chalked up Ridge's attitude as a temper tantrum by a man old enough to know better. More troubling was Ridge's attitude about what happened in Venice. Eric told himself repeatedly that they had done the right thing, and no amount of Monday morning quarterbacking would dissuade him from that position. He shuddered when he thought about how closely they had come to losing Stephanie. In one of his few moments of self-reflection, Eric had to acknowledge that his family was in disarray. Thorne was barely civil to him. His two youngest children, Rick and Bridget, were angry about their mother being slighted at the gala. Despite his attempts to explain how awkward it would be if Brooke were seated at the same table with the rest of the family, they rejected his explanations. Rick saw it as yet another insult against his mother. Bridget apparently agreed. Disaster loomed, as both of them refused to participate if their mother was not included. Unbeknownst to Eric, Brooke had actually entreated her children not to allow her differences with their father to prevent them from participating. Rick and Bridget had only grudgingly agreed to attend the awards gala and to sit with the rest of the family. However, Eric sensed that something else was going on. When Rick and Bridget spoke to him, they were rude and disrespectful. They also treated Stephanie with barely concealed contempt. They were cold to Ridge and treated Taylor as if she had a communicable disease. Even his wife at times treated him as if he were a pest—or even worse, a lapdog. Sometimes Stephanie grew impatient with him, snapping at him without provocation, even when she did get her way. Now, he had Ridge's discontent to contend with. Eric chose to dismiss Ridge's behavior, and to not dwell on what he considered Stephanie's mood swings. Both decisions would prove to be costly mistakes that would come back to haunt him later. ____________________ Ridge was seated at his favorite table at Spago, dining alone on the renowned duck pizza. After a couple of glasses of Chablis, he was feeling quite mellow. Tony, his waiter, presented him with a bottle of the restaurant's best Sauvignon Blanc. "Uh, Tony, I didn't order any bottles of wine." "I know, Mr. Forrester. This is compliments of the lovely redhead at the corner table." Tony nodded his head in the direction of a table, where a stunning redhead sat. Ridge nodded his head, acknowledging the gift. Sensing his invitation, the lady made her way to his table. She moved like a panther, and wore a knit dress that left very little to the imagination. "I'm sorry, sir. I hope you don't think I'm too forward, but I noticed you were sitting over here all alone. I hate to think that you were drinking over here by yourself," she smiled. "Thank you," Ridge said. "But, really—you shouldn't have." He took in her appearance. He thought she was stunning, and had a killer body. While she was not necessarily his type, he thought she looked real good in the dress that barely covered her well-toned body. Not wanting to be rude, he asked her to join him. Once she was seated, he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Ridge. And, you are?" He inquired. "My friends call me 'Rouge,' because of my coloring," she replied. Ridge chuckled. "Okay then—'Rouge!' Tell me something. Do you always send bottles of wine to men you don't know?" "Only the ones that I'm interested in," she purred seductively, as she leaned in, giving him an eyeful of bosom. "My, my! Aren't you the bold one?" Ridge remarked. The lady laughed and Ridge found himself laughing, too, in spite of himself. "So tell me something, uh, 'Rouge,' are you from L.A.?" "No. Actually, I'm originally from New York and then moved to the Midwest for a while." 'Rouge' replied. She then went on to tell Ridge her life story. "So let me get this straight. At one time, you were a groupie for a rock singer, a model, a temporary mother—whatever that means, and now you're a computer geek. So how is it that you were a temporary mother?" "Oh, some nosy do-gooder thought she knew what was best and caused me to lose custody of my kid." Ridge immediately became sympathetic. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said awkwardly. "Don't be," the lady spat dispassionately. "It was for the best anyway." Ridge could never imagine what he would do without Taylor and his kids. As if reading his thoughts, 'Rouge' asked, "so I see you're married, huh? Any kids?" "Yes, I'm very married—and happily so. As for kids, I have three of them—a son and twin daughters." "How nice ... your wife must be one lucky woman." "I don't know about all that," Ridge blushed. "If anything, I'm the lucky one." He and 'Rouge' continued to talk and were delighted to discover that they had mutual interests and acquaintances. Before Ridge realized it, several hours had passed. He watched 'Rouge,' closely and had to admit that he really liked her look. "Tell me something, 'Rouge.' Would you be interested in modeling for an international fashion house?" 'Rouge' was momentarily caught off guard. "Well—sure. I had some pictures done a while back, but I can get a portfolio to you of my work. Why do you ask?" "Well, I'm with Forrester Creations, and we're always on the lookout for fresh faces. A portfolio might not be necessary because I definitely like what I see," Ridge said, as he appraised her assets. "Thanks! But I'll get you a portfolio just the same." Ridge signaled the waiter for the check. As they waited, he felt a hand snake its way up his thigh and move tantalizingly toward his fly. Rather than be shocked, Ridge was actually amused. "You know, my mother warned me about women like you," he teased. "Oh, yeah," the lady purred. "Your mommy was probably right. Ridge, I have a feeling that something big is going to happen between us. And, if I'm not mistaken," she said, as she moved one of her feet up his pants leg, "something big is definitely happening under this table." Ridge threw his head back and laughed heartily. As tempted as he was, he gently removed the hand from his fly and chastised his guest. "Remember," Ridge said, flashing his wedding ring. "I'm married!" 'Rouge,' who seemed to be a good sport, stood and held her hand out for Ridge to shake. "I don't know what your marriage has to do with me," she joked, "but I would definitely like to see you again—professionally, that is. Would you happen to have a card?" "But, of course," Ridge grinned. He extracted a business card from a gold cardholder. Before proffering the card to her, he said, "Okay, Miss! All kidding aside. What IS your real name, and when would you like to come in to see me and the rest of the board members?" 'Rouge,' realizing that he was serious, flashed him a dazzling smile and winked. "I can come in any day next week," she said. "And the name?" "The name is Summers—Phyllis Summers."
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 11, 2008 15:18:51 GMT -5
:)Whoa, awesome, JR! I LOVE it! Now THIS is what I would tune in for. I enjoyed these lines...My comments are in purple. As the door closed, Megan became exasperated. The arrogance of these Forresters! Had Ridge bothered to wait, Megan would have told him that Taylor had been waiting for him in his office for over an hour.Typical Ridge, leave Taylor alone just so he can sulk like a PAB."Take your F*CKING HANDS off my husband, you tramp!" LOL! Macy is such a pathetic loser! And she is predictable as always. Blame the woman rather than that loser she married."Excuse me, Macy, but don't you have some liquor stores to raid or something?" Meow! At least she didn't say, "Low-rent dives to frequent.""Why the hell not? After all, you seem to have no problem using your alcoholism to guilt your husband into staying with you!" Very true. If Macy the bitch is going to dish it out, she needs to STFU and take it."And, you know something, Macy? I'm sick of your ranting, your drunken tirades, your invitations to your little hoedown barbeques, and your delusions that I am all over your husband! Get it straight, you lush! I am NOT the one coming on to your husband!" Tell her, Brooke! "You're married and you're still lonely!"Yeah, because she's a stupid loser who married a jerk on the rebound.And I had to laugh at Macy being hot to trot for Thorne, only to have him leave.
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Post by toxic on Dec 11, 2008 17:00:17 GMT -5
Absolutely f*cking amazing..... I have never read any of the fanfic here and have only now realised what I've missed! You have just ignited the passion that I used to have for my once favourite soap.... Thankyou so much for that genius piece of writing.....and how accurate...you have taken the essence of what these characters personalities 'should' be and how they 'should' react. I think I luv you...hehehe
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Post by Donna on Dec 11, 2008 17:43:03 GMT -5
You never cease to amaze me, Miss JR. Absolutely fantastic!! Our ladies who write fanfics here are 100x better than the hack at the helm!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 17:46:25 GMT -5
:)Whoa, awesome, JR! I LOVE it! Now THIS is what I would tune in for. I enjoyed these lines...My comments are in purple. As the door closed, Megan became exasperated. The arrogance of these Forresters! Had Ridge bothered to wait, Megan would have told him that Taylor had been waiting for him in his office for over an hour.Typical Ridge, leave Taylor alone just so he can sulk like a PAB."Take your F*CKING HANDS off my husband, you tramp!" LOL! Macy is such a pathetic loser! And she is predictable as always. Blame the woman rather than that loser she married."Excuse me, Macy, but don't you have some liquor stores to raid or something?" Meow! At least she didn't say, "Low-rent dives to frequent.""Why the hell not? After all, you seem to have no problem using your alcoholism to guilt your husband into staying with you!" Very true. If Macy the bitch is going to dish it out, she needs to STFU and take it."And, you know something, Macy? I'm sick of your ranting, your drunken tirades, your invitations to your little hoedown barbeques, and your delusions that I am all over your husband! Get it straight, you lush! I am NOT the one coming on to your husband!" Tell her, Brooke! "You're married and you're still lonely!"Yeah, because she's a stupid loser who married a jerk on the rebound.And I had to laugh at Macy being hot to trot for Thorne, only to have him leave. I'm glad you enjoyed this story. I simply LOVE good old-fashioned cat fights, and B&B hasn't had a decent one since the hilarious slap-fest with Jackie, Brooke and Stephanie after the fake heart attack reveal. I never liked the way that Venice was wrapped up and it's always bugged me that Bradley in a interview he did with SID at the time led viewers to believe that Ridge was going to be "conflicted" with what he and Taylor did in Venice and that Taylor would have to deal with his unresolved feelings. Well, we saw how "conflicted" he was alright especially after Morgan arrived. Nor did I like the way Thorne, Macy and Brooke's story was handled after Thorne and Macy's rebound nuptials. Hopefully, I'll be able to tie up some of those loose ends with a little bit of fun and some surprises thrown into the mix. Plus, I'm tired at the way Brooke is attacked and she doesn't get a chance to fight back. Thanks for your comments!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 17:48:01 GMT -5
Absolutely f*cking amazing..... I have never read any of the fanfic here and have only now realised what I've missed! You have just ignited the passion that I used to have for my once favourite soap.... Thankyou so much for that genius piece of writing.....and how accurate...you have taken the essence of what these characters personalities 'should' be and how they 'should' react. I think I luv you...hehehe Thank you, toxic! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I wanted this story to be character-driven with some fun and surprises thrown in. Admittedly, it's a lot more grittier and has a great deal of "adult content," but I wanted to strive for some realism also. Thanks again and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 17:51:04 GMT -5
You never cease to amaze me, Miss JR. Absolutely fantastic!! Our ladies who write fanfics here are 100x better than the hack at the helm! Thank you, Donna! I aim to please!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 11, 2008 17:56:55 GMT -5
Taylor, looking gorgeous in an emerald green raw silk sleeveless shift, looked at her watch and became increasingly annoyed. Ridge had asked her to stop by so they could have lunch, and she had been waiting for him in his office nearly all afternoon. Surely, that board meeting is already over, she thought. She irritably checked her watch again. Two hours! Her stomach growled, as she decided to skip breakfast that morning in anticipation of a big lunch. The children were with their nanny, Catherine, and she had planned her entire afternoon around this. Tired of waiting, Taylor decided to find out from Megan exactly what was going on. As she stepped out of the office, she bumped into Eric, who appeared to be deep in thought. "Oops! I'm so sorry!" Taylor said. Her father-in-law greeted her warmly, and asked about the children. "How are my grandchildren doing?" "Fine. You need to come over and see them. They're simply growing by leaps and bounds." "Stephanie and I will get over soon; I promise," Eric stated. "I didn't realize you were coming into the office today." "Well, Ridge asked me to stop by to have lunch with him. That must have been some board meeting! I've been waiting for him for over two hours!" Eric looked uncomfortable, which Taylor noticed immediately. "Eric, is something wrong?" "Taylor," Eric started. "Our board meeting ended a while ago. Things got pretty intense and Ridge left for the rest of the afternoon" Seeing the crestfallen look on Taylor's face, Eric apologized. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize you and Ridge had plans." "Oh, don't worry about it," Taylor said with false bravado. "I may be able to get in some shopping this afternoon." She bid Eric goodbye and made her way down the hall, thoroughly miffed at Ridge's lack of consideration. "I don't know why I put up with his crap," she fumed. As she rounded the corner toward Megan's desk, she could hear the shouts coming from Brooke's office. Taylor rolled her eyes in exasperation. There always seemed to be some drama with Brooke. It's a wonder no one hasn't tried to kill her yet, she thought irritably. Suddenly, the door opened and Thorne was propelling Macy into the hallway. Macy, whose color was high, was visibly upset. Taylor, heedless of Thorne's disdain for her, was concerned. "Thorne? Macy? Is everything okay?" "Yes!" Thorne answered through clenched teeth. "No thanks to you, my brother and my father. Let's go, Macy!" Taylor, who had grown tired of defending herself against Thorne's attacks, became annoyed. "Look, Thorne! I really don't know what your problem is, but don't take it out on me!" She then turned her attention to a still upset Macy. "Macy, is everything okay?" "No, it's not! Brooke actually attacked me, but it's what I've come to expect from that tramp!" Macy spat. Thorne became more annoyed with his wife's loose lips. "Taylor—this is really none of your business! I SAID let's go, Macy!" Thorne pulled his angry wife toward the elevator to escort her out of the building. _______________ Taylor, still smarting from Thorne's rudeness, decided she had had enough. Without thinking, she bound into Brooke's office. Brooke, who thought that Macy had come back for more, was immediately on guard. However, her eyes narrowed when she saw that it was Taylor instead. "Oh great," Brooke sighed. "Another one of those Forrester wives, whose lives are sooooo empty that they come down here to piss me off. What do you want, Taylor?" Brooke demanded nastily. Taylor, feeling bold, responded just as nastily. "I came in here to talk to you. I don't know why you persist in upsetting Macy—" "Upsetting Macy?" Brooke was so stunned that she was thrown off balance. "Upsetting Macy? Get a life, Taylor! In fact, don't you have a passel full of brats at home to ignore and neglect?" Taylor, who was sick of being insulted by Brooke and Thorne, reared up to her full height and came at Brooke with both barrels. "Why don't YOU get a life, Brooke? You are running around here, wanting everybody to feel sorry for you! Ridge and I apologized I don't know how many times for what happened, but you just won't let it rest!" Brooke's eyes widened in amazement. "Obviously, you don't get it, Taylor! You were my friend, and you betrayed me in the worst possible way. Tell me something, who else do you have lined up to take care of your brats and your trifling husband in case you up and decide to die again?" Taylor felt as if she had been kicked. "Listen—Brooke! My children are precious to me. How DARE you refer to them that way? It must really gall you to no end that I have been able to give Ridge the one thing you could not—children!" When Taylor saw the look on Brooke's face, she continued to gloat. "Yes," she said as she moved closer to Brooke. "Despite all your schemes, your tacky lingerie line, your cheap attempts to seduce MY husband, you weren't able to keep us apart! You tried it with Bridget, and she turned out not to even be Ridge's! Then you lied and pretended you were pregnant and conveniently had a miscarriage to keep people from discovering what a liar you are!" Taylor finished triumphantly. Brooke felt a sharp pain in her gut. "What did you say?" She quietly asked. "You heard what I said!" Before she could stop herself, Brooke reached out and grabbed Taylor by her hair, pulling her face as close to hers as possible. "You conceited, manipulative bitch! If you EVER make light of the loss of my child again, I will kill you! You got it?!" For emphasis, Brooke pulled Taylor's hair even tighter. Taylor struggled to release herself from Brooke's grip. But, Brooke refused to let go. "You don't ridicule my miscarriage and I won't talk about how you used Thomas to break me and Ridge up. Do we have an understanding?" Taylor glared and angrily nodded. "Good!" Brooke said and let Taylor go. Taylor composed herself and gave Brooke a blistering look. "You know something, Brooke? I am part of a family that believes in loyalty," she said calmly. "We did what we had to do for Stephanie's sake. We knew you weren't over Ridge, and we were right, and as sorry as we are for hurting you, we did what we thought was best." "Taylor, I am so sick of hearing your justifications for your amoral behavior! 'We did it for Stephanie,'" she mimicked. "Well—SCREW Stephanie! As far as I'm concerned, the old bitch could drop dead, and I would happily dance on her grave! As for my not being over Ridge—oh, please! When will you stop seeking validation that your husband is a prize? Well, he isn't! I was perfectly happy with Thorne, but you all just couldn't let it alone. You talk about my betraying you, Taylor. Ask your husband to tell you what really happened!" Taylor, looking pensive, replied, "Brooke, Ridge and I have something that you will never understand. With you, it's always about sex, sex, sex, and MORE sex! We have a relationship based on honesty and—" Brooke laughed. "So I'm all about sex, am I? Taylor, do you and Ridge talk about me before, during and after sex?" Brooke asked contemptuously. Taylor turned beet red. "Uh huh—I thought so. You mock the lingerie line. Well, despite what you and Stephanie claim, that line has made a lot of money for this company—money that you and Stephanie seem to have no problem spending, I might add. I wonder if Ridge ever brought home some of that "tacky" lingerie for you to wear?" "THAT is none of your business!" Taylor hotly replied. Brooke laughed again. "Fair enough. But, it's actually made for REAL women! You know, the kind with curves, hips, a butt . . ." Taylor had heard enough. "I have to go," she said reaching for the door. However, Brooke's cruel words caused her to pause. "Sure, go ahead and leave. Taylor, your husband is a liar and he's a dog! If you think he was totally honest with you about what happened in that hotel room, then you are even more delusional than your sister-in-law!" Taylor was not about to let this heifer get the last word. "You tried to get Ridge, and you were caught. Don't blame us because you can't keep your legs closed! You are a very bitter woman, Brooke." Taylor said. As she left, she stated, "I'll be praying for you." "And, I'll be praying for YOU!" Brooke retorted. "Obviously, you have no morals, no professional ethics, or any sense. Now get the hell out!" "Gladly!" Taylor announced and slammed the door behind her. ____________________
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Post by lalogan on Dec 12, 2008 6:59:24 GMT -5
Ooohhh...I loved it when Brooke grabbed Taydrunk by her hair! How I have longed to see a scene where Brooke grabbed that cheap, hypocritical slutbag by her hair and YANKED. Taydrunk and Mace Face Drunkho were getting in Brooke's face on a daily basis -- yet the two hags whined to Fang and anyone else who would listen that "Brooke wouldn't leave them alone."
Mace Face Drunkho was always barging her smelly self into Brooke's office, shoving her ring in Brooke's face, and blowing her booze breath everyplace. She physically attacked her in public, too. But Brooke never called the cops to have the skanky slut's boozy carcass tossed in the drunk tank where it belonged. And Taydrunk was always barging into Brooke's office as well, DEMANDING that Brooke ADMIT she was still in love with Taydrunk's disgusting creep of a husband. If I was Brooke, Taydrunk would have fake teeth as well as fake breasts, fake hair, fake cheekbones, etc., because I'd have knocked the bitch's real teeth down her throat eons ago.
Yet despite the smelly lush Macy's verbal and physical assaults on Brooke, and Taydrunk constantly getting in Brooke's face, the soap rags, like good little puppy dogs, kept putting forward the idea that BROOKE was "always taunting Macy" and was being a bitch to "poor" Taydrunk. DumbBell wanted Brooke to be perceived as "heartless" because she took the divorce papers to Macy AT THORNE'S REQUEST. Macy assaulted her, called her filthy names, then decided to drive off in a fury, and try to kill her stupid self and Brooke. Unfortunately, the bitch wasn't really dead.
"I'll be praying for you" -- yeah, that was during Taydrunk's fake Christianity phase.
I wanted Brooke to throw Taydrunk's adulterous roll in the snow with James in her overly-made-up face, but I forget if Brooke knew about it at that time. In any case, Taydrunk showed she had the most incredible gall by not only making a video about sexual morality, but she berated Brooke for "cheating" on Ugly N. Stupid with Grant, although Brooke had done no such thing -- meanwhile, Taydrunk was hiding her own actual infidelity.
Oh, sorry, I forgot. At the time, DumbBell had erased the Big Bear Boink because it was "out of character" for Taydrunk. HTylo gave an interview with SOD in which she extolled Taydrunk's virtues, among them faithfulness. The interviewer brought up the Big Bear Boink, and HTylo was clearly thrown for a loop -- I could all but read her thoughts: "Wait...why are they bringing that up? Brad told me it had been erased!" She then lamely amended that Taydrunk was always faithful to Ugly N. Stupid "in her heart -- except for that James thing." That doesn't even make sense! She was faithful to Ugly "in her heart" -- except when she cheated on him?
A few years later, she addressed "that James thing" to TV Guide, saying that the Big Bear Boink was "all in James's mind."
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 13:35:54 GMT -5
Ooohhh...I loved it when Brooke grabbed Taydrunk by her hair! How I have longed to see a scene where Brooke grabbed that cheap, hypocritical slutbag by her hair and YANKED. Taydrunk and Mace Face Drunkho were getting in Brooke's face on a daily basis -- yet the two hags whined to Fang and anyone else who would listen that "Brooke wouldn't leave them alone." Mace Face Drunkho was always barging her smelly self into Brooke's office, shoving her ring in Brooke's face, and blowing her booze breath everyplace. She physically attacked her in public, too. But Brooke never called the cops to have the skanky slut's boozy carcass tossed in the drunk tank where it belonged. And Taydrunk was always barging into Brooke's office as well, DEMANDING that Brooke ADMIT she was still in love with Taydrunk's disgusting creep of a husband. If I was Brooke, Taydrunk would have fake teeth as well as fake breasts, fake hair, fake cheekbones, etc., because I'd have knocked the bitch's real teeth down her throat eons ago. Yet despite the smelly lush Macy's verbal and physical assaults on Brooke, and Taydrunk constantly getting in Brooke's face, the soap rags, like good little puppy dogs, kept putting forward the idea that BROOKE was "always taunting Macy" and was being a bitch to "poor" Taydrunk. DumbBell wanted Brooke to be perceived as "heartless" because she took the divorce papers to Macy AT THORNE'S REQUEST. Macy assaulted her, called her filthy names, then decided to drive off in a fury, and try to kill her stupid self and Brooke. Unfortunately, the bitch wasn't really dead. "I'll be praying for you" -- yeah, that was during Taydrunk's fake Christianity phase. I wanted Brooke to throw Taydrunk's adulterous roll in the snow with James in her overly-made-up face, but I forget if Brooke knew about it at that time. In any case, Taydrunk showed she had the most incredible gall by not only making a video about sexual morality, but she berated Brooke for "cheating" on Ugly N. Stupid with Grant, although Brooke had done no such thing -- meanwhile, Taydrunk was hiding her own actual infidelity. Oh, sorry, I forgot. At the time, DumbBell had erased the Big Bear Boink because it was "out of character" for Taydrunk. HTylo gave an interview with SOD in which she extolled Taydrunk's virtues, among them faithfulness. The interviewer brought up the Big Bear Boink, and HTylo was clearly thrown for a loop -- I could all but read her thoughts: "Wait...why are they bringing that up? Brad told me it had been erased!" She then lamely amended that Taydrunk was always faithful to Ugly N. Stupid "in her heart -- except for that James thing." That doesn't even make sense! She was faithful to Ugly "in her heart" -- except when she cheated on him? A few years later, she addressed "that James thing" to TV Guide, saying that the Big Bear Boink was "all in James's mind." Hee heee! Wasn't that fun? It always irked me that Ridge got away with allowing Taylor to believe that it was Brooke who came on to him in that hotel room. But I guess if Brooke--and her fans--persisted on making sure the truth was known, it would have been considered mean spirited or no longer important. Too bad the fans have really long memories and for once I'm glad the rags didn't let the Big Bear Boink die a quiet death.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 13:39:34 GMT -5
As Stephanie lay in her bed, she decided to call Taylor to thank her for the wonderful treat. Being told that Taylor was not at home, Stephanie called her on her cell phone. Taylor answered on the first ring, and sounded quite upset. "Yes!" Taylor snapped, thinking it was Ridge. "Taylor, honey? What's wrong?" "Oh, just everything! Ridge stood me up for lunch. Brooke apparently attacked Macy at the office, and then she started in on me! Not only did she curse me out, but she actually assaulted me." "WHAT?" Stephanie shouted. By now, she had sat up, listening intently to the latest of Brooke Logan's outrages. "Don't you worry, Taylor," Stephanie assured her daughter-in-law. "I'll deal with that heifer myself!" Taylor, weary of all the fighting, and not wanting Stephanie to become any more stressed, attempted to discourage her. "No, Stephanie. Everything is going to be okay. I'm actually more upset about Ridge than anything else." "Taylor, you can't fool me! That bitch hurt you and she's going to pay!" Stephanie spat. "Please—Stephanie, don't," Taylor pleaded. "I've got the situation in hand," she reassured Stephanie. "Okay then. Now, don't you worry about Ridge! I'm sure there's a logical explanation for what happened." "I sure hope so. Well, I have to go because I have another call coming in." "Okay, sweetie, and please give my grandchildren a kiss for me!" After the women ended their phone call, Stephanie stewed. So much for relaxation, she thought. "Man—is that slut going to get it!" She should have gotten rid of Brooke when she had the chance. Stephanie's eyes narrowed as she reminisced about the brutal physical attack she unleashed on Brooke at the Big Bear cabin. Now Brooke was attacking Taylor! "Attacking Taylor? How dare she? How DARE SHE?!" Stephanie shouted. It was then that she decided to put an end to Brooke Logan's interference in her family's lives once and for all. She picked up the phone and made a phone call to put her plan into action. ____________________ Thorne and Macy fought all through dinner, and fought some more afterwards. He had to do something. He did not know who he was angrier with—Macy or Brooke. He desperately wanted to be with Brooke, but not when she behaved like this. "I can't believe how pissed she was," Thorne mused. Nor could he believe how close she was to telling the truth. He knew he was being unfair to Macy. However, he found Macy's insecurity exhausting. When she attempted to initiate sex with him again, he put her off with yet another excuse. He had to do something about his situation and he had to do it soon. ____________________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 13:45:13 GMT -5
An exhausted Brooke made her way to her home—a neoclassic petit mansion that Ridge purchased for her as a wedding gift when they were married. She had to contact a realtor tomorrow and put it on the market. She had swung by on the way home to pick Bridget up from her riding lessons. She was anxious to get home to have dinner with the kids. She intended to take a brief nap and to go back into the office later this evening to get some work done. Her entire day had been fraught with busybody, no-life-having wives, their weak-ass spouses, and other interruptions. She figured she would go in after midnight since that seemed to be the only time she could actually work in peace. As she parked her car, she fervently hoped that Rick was in bed. He claimed he was sick and could not go to classes today. She checked his brow earlier that morning before leaving, and thought it was prudent for him to stay home since he did seem to be running a slight temperature. When Brooke and Bridget entered the house, their ears were assaulted by the sound of loud rap music coming from upstairs. "Boy, he must have gotten better!" Bridget giggled. "We'll see about that," Brooke said grimly. The walls practically pulsated because the music was so loud. When they got upstairs, Brooke detected a funny odor—almost as if something were burning. Bridget, who knew exactly what the smell was, decided to remain mum. She knew that if she started mouthing off about what Rick was doing, her mother would start to wonder what she had been up to. Brooke hesitated before flinging Rick's door open. The sight that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks. Instead of the 16-year-old, who acted as if he were at death's door this morning, she saw her son with his head thrown back, while some teen slut had her head between his legs. As Brooke saw the girl's head bobbing up and down, she saw red and moved swiftly. She snatched the little skank up and propelled her into the hallway, yelling as she did so. "Get your nasty ass out of here before I put my foot SO far up your butt, you'll be tasting leather for two months!" Brooke screamed at the frightened girl. The girl bolted down the stairs and out the door, almost knocking Bridget down in the process. However, Rick looked even more frightened. "M-m-m-mom!" Rick gulped. He rushed to cover himself up, and attempted to stamp out the joint that had been burning in an ashtray on the floor. Marijuana, Brooke thought. My son is getting blowjobs AND smoking marijuana—in MY HOUSE? Seeing the look on his mother's face, Rick attempted to apologize. "Mom, I'm s-s-s-sorry," Rick stuttered. However, Brooke wasn't interested in his apologies. "Bridget—go to your room," she demanded abruptly. "But, I didn't do anything!" Bridget whined. She wanted to stay and watch Rick get it. But her mother refused to tolerate any disobedience. "I SAID go to your room—NOW!" Bridget hurried to comply, sticking her tongue out at Rick and smirking. Brooke advanced on Rick and demanded to know why that nasty girl was in her house doing what she was doing and demanded to know about the weed. Once Rick was done blubbering, Brooke decided she had heard enough. "You are to keep your butt in this house all weekend! And, you can just forget about going to that Lakers game tomorrow night!" Rick, who had been looking forward to this game all week, begged his mother to reconsider. "Mom, please! You promised," Rick pouted. "There's going to be an after party and everything! Shaq's going to be there, and Kobe, and Rick Fox, and he's bringing that fine Vanessa Williams with him, and—" His mother, incredulous at his nerve, cut him off. "Rick, I don't give a rat's patootey if the late Wilt Chamberlain and ALL of his lovers are going to be there! You're NOT going and that's final! I work hard all day just to come home to this! You claimed to be so sick this morning that you had to stay home from school. And, yet, you got little hussies in here, having sex and smoking pot! Well I won't have it!" Rick, who knew he was going to lose if he persisted any further, gave up. He figured he would try again once Brooke had calmed down. Brooke looked around her son's room in disgust. "Get this room cleaned up!" She spat. "It stinks and it looks like a pig sty in here. And don't think your punishment is over either. It's just getting started!" Leaving Rick to clean up his mess, she slammed the door and went to her room to shower and change clothes so she could get dinner started. Rick was embarrassed that he had gotten busted. He grumbled about how mean his mother was. "I sure will be glad when she gets some," he complained bitterly. Ever since she and Thorne broke up, his mother's temper seemed to be shorter and shorter. She snapped easily and cursed people out at the drop of a dime. But, Rick also knew that it was not something as simple as her getting another man. His father, Ridge and Taylor were a major part of what was wrong with his mother. As Rick straightened his room, he thought of ways to make them pay for hurting his mother. "Oh yeah," he thought vengefully. As he picked up clothes, books, CD's and other debris, his eyes darkened as he recalled how his father used to be in love with Taylor. And it was high time Stephanie was made aware of it, too, Rick thought. ____________________ Stephanie checked her appearance one last time in the mirror. She put her raincoat on, and quickly prepared to leave. She and Eric had enjoyed an intimate dinner, which was just what they needed. But, she had to take care of something and needed to leave. "I'm surprised you're going out," a sated and well-fed Eric commented. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but there's something I need to take care of. It won't take long; I promise," Stephanie said brightly. Eric couldn't get over how stunning she looked. "You look gorgeous!" "Why, thank you!" Stephanie said as she turned and gave him a kiss. She grabbed her keys and purse. "Well, hurry back. I also want you to be careful. It's supposed to rain later and get pretty foggy." Eric warned. "I'll be careful," Stephanie replied sweetly. "Please don't wait up for me." With that, she skipped down the stairs and was gone.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 13:47:59 GMT -5
Stephanie hurriedly got out of her car, anticipation bubbling inside her. This was something she savored doing. Brooke Logan is going to get hers, she thought malevolently. She pulled the collar of her Burberry's raincoat up around her ears and entered the building. After Stephanie got off the elevator, she hurried into Brooke's office with a gleeful smile. Unbeknownst to Stephanie, she was not alone. She heard a rustling sound, and quickly turned around. Her eyes registered surprise when she came face to face with her nemesis. Stephanie took in the elegant outfit, aristocratic bearing, and the blonde perfectly coiffed hair.
A startled Stephanie gasped. "You! What the hell are you—"
"The same reason you are here," came the reply.
Stephanie took in the hazel eyes, which had narrowed into angry slits, as well as the cold smile that did not quite reach her nemesis' eyes. It was also the first time that Stephanie noticed the gun pointed directly at her. For one of the few times in her life, Stephanie was terrified.
"P—p—please put that away," she stuttered, backing away toward Brooke's desk.
"Oh, don't tell me that the great Stephanie Forrester is actually scared?" Receiving no answer, Stephanie's would-be assailant continued. "I see I have your attention now. Good. Today is judgment day, you old bitch. Today is the day you meet your maker—the devil himself!"
Trying to think quickly, Stephanie pleaded for her life. "Please! Let's talk about this. I'm sure you don't want to do this. It wouldn't be worth it!"
"That's where you're wrong! It would be well worth it to rid the world of your evil. I begged you to leave me alone, didn't I? But, you just push and push and push! You just kept right on pushing until now I have nothing left!"
"T—t—that's not true! I—"
"SHUT UP!" Stephanie's nemesis demanded. She punctuated her command by picking up a Ming vase that was perched on a pedestal near the door and throwing it at Stephanie. Stephanie ducked and continued to back away. She stumbled and fell backward over an ottoman. Before she had a chance to react, Stephanie's attacker stepped over the ottoman to where she lay and viciously kicked her in the head.
"ARRGGHHHH!" Stephanie screamed, as she was stunned by the physical attack. She felt a ringing sensation in her head.
"Get up—NOW!"
A desperate Stephanie hurried to comply. Her brow was covered with sweat. In the meantime, her assailant remained cool. Fleetingly, Stephanie thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in an evil sort of way—like one of those icy blondes from an Alfred Hitchcock movie. Then horror of horrors, Stephanie became so frightened that her bladder actually gave way. The sound of her urine spattering on the rug while her knees shook had to be the most humiliating thing she had ever experienced. However, her humiliation had only begun, as her assailant roared with laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! The GREAT Stephanie Forrester—pissing on the rug like a common street bum! But then, too, I understand you had a LOT of experience being homeless, didn't you?" The woman mocked.
Stephanie, whose disgrace was complete, only hung her head in shame.
"Don't tell me that you're embarrassed? Good! Now you know how I felt every time you humiliated me!" Stephanie's nemesis said through clenched teeth.
"I never set out to deliberately hurt you. It—it—it's just the way things happened—PLEASE! I beg of you!" Stephanie desperately pleaded.
Her assailant remained unmoved; in fact, she became increasingly enraged. "BEG? What happened when I begged YOU to leave us alone? What happened when I begged YOU for mercy? You didn't give a damn because you kept right on hurting us! Well it's over! It ends tonight—right here and right NOW!"
Stephanie cowered as her assailant moved dangerously closer, stalking her prey like a tiger.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 17:28:51 GMT -5
Taylor sat at her vanity table, angrily giving her beautiful hair its customary 100 strokes. She was still pissed with Ridge, and was barely speaking to him. Ridge, desperate for a good night's sleep, entreated his wife to forgive him. "Come on—Doc! I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me?" Taylor's brush stopped in midair and she furiously turned to him. "What I want—no—DEMAND—is that you start treating me with some respect! THAT'S what I want." She snapped. "Baby, I'm sorry," Ridge spoke in silky, seductive tones as he reached out to cup his wife's ample bosom. As he anticipated, the Whipples immediately stood at attention. He continued to rub Taylor's breasts, deftly freeing them from the satin slip she was wearing. Taylor, annoyed at her body's betrayal, angrily brushed Ridge's hands away. "Stop it, Ridge! You pull this mess every time we have something serious to talk about. What you did today was totally inexcusable. I got all dressed up and came downtown to have lunch with you—at your invitation I might add—and sat there for hours like a fool! Then I found out from your father that you had left the building. You didn't even have the decency to call. Then you call me several hours later to give me some half-assed excuse about being so upset that you forgot!" "Taylor, I WAS upset! Today was one of the most difficult days imaginable. After everything that happened with Brooke—" "I just knew it! It always boils down to HER, doesn't it? Brooke, Brooke, Brooke!" "Oh, stop it, Taylor!" Ridge snapped irritably. "You sound like Jan Brady or something. I've told you over and over again that I'm sorry!" "'I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry,'" Taylor mimicked. "Ridge, you sound like a broken record. Did it occur to you that I might have had some issues I wanted to discuss?" Seeing the look on his face, she shook her head and continued. "Well, I also had a problem with Brooke today. What a bitch!" Taylor sniped, not seeing the look on her husband's face. "What do you mean? When did you see Brooke?" Ridge asked warily. "I saw her while I was waiting for you. She had already attacked poor Macy. Then she decided it was MY turn! I'm really sick of her and that funky attitude of hers. I—" "What did she say?" Ridge interrupted impatiently. Taylor gave Ridge a withering look before answering. "She claimed, Ridge, that you weren't totally honest with me about what happened in Venice. Now I know THAT'S a lie—isn't it? The moment my back was turned, the whore was all over you like a bitch in heat. Some friend SHE turned out to be! The woman is like a doorknob—everybody's had a turn!" Surprisingly, Ridge became angry at this characterization of Brooke. "She's NOT a whore!" He roared, momentarily throwing Taylor off balance. As she looked at him askance, a few questions formed in her head. "Ridge, is there something you would like to tell me? Are you trying to tell me she was right, Ridge? Is THAT what you're saying?" "I'm not saying any such thing," Ridge replied defensively. "I just—" "You just what? You know what? Your mother was right," Taylor declared. "What is it about that tramp that has the men in this family always defending her—as if SHE were always the victim? I'll tell you what your little 'victim' did to me. She actually demanded to know if we talked about her before, during and after sex! She actually physically attacked me! She referred to our children as a passel of brats! She told me that I wasn't woman enough to wear her tacky lingerie," Taylor continued, heedless of the angry look on Ridge's face as he heard his designs being attacked. "But noooooo—all you and Thorne can do is defend her! You are obsessed with that woman and I'm sick of it!" "Taylor, it sounds like YOU are the one who's obsessed with Brooke. I suppose that you didn't say anything to provoke her either, did you?" Taylor became so incensed that she abruptly stood and flung her hairbrush to the floor. "How DARE you make it seem as if I was the one who started it? HOW DARE YOU?!" Taylor was so furious that she was shaking. However, Ridge was fed up with the whole discussion. "You know something, Taylor? This tirade against Brooke is getting old. We were talking about my standing you up for lunch, and now we're talking about Brooke again. Like I said, you're obsessed and I wish you would get a handle on your insecurities!" "I'M obsessed? Oh, now that's rich! But, you know what? Knowing you, you were probably thinking about her when you grabbed my tits!" Ridge's jaw clenched and he refrained from screaming at his wife. Turning on his heel, he stormed toward the bed, grabbing pillows and a blanket. "Taylor—until you get your act together, I'm not discussing this with you anymore. You have gone totally off the deep end. I'll be sleeping in a guestroom!" "Fine!" Taylor snapped. After Ridge stomped out of their bedroom, a surprised Taylor moved woodenly to the bed and sat down dejectedly. "Just fine," she thought. "He stands me up for lunch and I'm the bad guy. He treats me like a sex object when he can't get around me, and I'm wrong for getting upset." As she crawled into the cavernous bed, she could not help but wonder how things had escalated this way. Tears welled in her eyes, as she finally admitted that Ridge had not been the same ever since they came back from Venice. She steadfastly refused to think about what they did and the devastation it caused, and insisted that they go on with their lives as if nothing happened. As far as she was concerned, Ridge had done nothing to be ashamed of. Brooke was the one, who was a whore, and thank God Thorne woke up and came to his senses. Taylor felt momentarily guilty about her comment about Brooke being some friend. After all, was she being a good friend when she betrayed Brooke? Taylor stubbornly refused to entertain those thoughts. "We did it for the right reason," she rationalized. "We did it for Stephanie, and that's all that matters." Taylor finally drifted off to sleep. It did not occur to her until much later that Ridge never got around to telling her where he had been all afternoon. ____________________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 12, 2008 17:31:03 GMT -5
"Stephanie Forrester—YOUR SOUL IS REQUIRED IN HELL!"
Before Stephanie had a chance to think or move, two shots rang out. The first barely missed Stephanie's head, whizzing by her right ear. The other shot hit her in the right shoulder. As if awakening from a trance, Stephanie turned and tried to run. The pain in her shoulder was excruciating. However, the shooting continued. Glass shattered everywhere. As she attempted to duck, one shot caught Stephanie in the lower back. One caught her in the buttocks, another in her right thigh. Stephanie felt a hot searing pain in her back, as if someone had burned a hole in it. Losing her balance, she fell face forward, hitting her head on the edge of Brooke's desk. Her assailant, sensing victory, hovered over Stephanie as she lay on the carpet surrounded by shards of broken glass and papers.
Do it! Smoke this bitch—NOW, the shooter thought.
Stephanie whimpered in agony. Incredibly, she attempted to crawl toward the bed in the corner. However, her assailant became furious and intended to put a stop to that. She proceeded to viciously kick Stephanie's head and body, angrily cursing her as she did so.
"I will teach you to interfere in MY life, you bitch!" She repeated over and over again.
Stephanie's agony was so intense that she almost wished she had died after the first shot. Mercifully, the sadistic beating stopped. Stephanie's assailant looked at the bruised and bloodied body on the rug and smiled in satisfaction. She contemptuously spat on the wounded body spread-eagled before her. Now it was time to finish off her prey once and for all.
Yes, she thought. One quick shot to the head ought to do it. In one smooth motion, the gunwoman lifted her weapon and aimed.
"Say your prayers, bitch! It's lights out for you," she murmured.
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Post by lalogan on Dec 13, 2008 4:40:02 GMT -5
Ooohh...I love that Fang is in horrible pain and pissed herself. I only hope she suffers a hell of a lot more.
And how apt that Taydrunk immediately ran crying to Fang about Brooke "being mean to her." Taydrunk loved that sort of passive-aggressive crap-stirring: whining to Fang if Brooke so much as looked at her cross-eyed, so she could sit back and smirk while Fang went on the warpath for her. Then afterwards, Taydrunk would simper, "I didn't know she would go so far!" Like with the Paris plot. She ran wailing to Fang to "Doooooooooooooo somethiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" That "something" nearly resulted in Brooke's death, but the soap rags, no doubt at DumbBell's direction, cheered the manipulative, conniving slut Taydrunk on, saying she was "justified" in using any means to "get rid of Brooke."
Taydrunk always had to keep her little mitts clean. That's why she ducked behind Fang to do her dirty work. She even claimed she "never condoned" Fang's actions. The hell she didn't, the lying little whorebag slut. She condoned Fang's actions, she got off on them, she relied on them to keep her pathetic excuse for a non-life interesting.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 13, 2008 14:53:18 GMT -5
Awesome! MissJR, you are on a roll.
How like Taylor to come into Brooke's office and take her miserable mood out on her. Notice how, in her conversations with her MIL from hell and her clueless, dumb spouse, she neglects to mention her nasty dig about Brooke's miscarriage. The way she spins the events of her day, Brooke not only attacked Macy for no reason, she assaulted Taylor as well.
And how like Ridge to stand up his wife to go trolling for booty. Well, I take that back, he originally stood her up to sulk and pout inside a bottle, but he sure milked up Phyllis's ego-stroking, didn't he?
Poor Brooke! Not only does she bust her tail for those people, she also has to deal with their back-stabbing to do it. Then she has to deal with Rick and his irresponsible behavior. Just a question, how is she, money-wise at this point? IMO, she should turn her back on that company and start her own.
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Post by Miette on Dec 13, 2008 23:17:32 GMT -5
MissJr...are we supposed to already know who Stephanie's nemesis/ shooter is??? Because I don't. They way the person speaks, it sounds like it is Sheila Carter...but you described her as having BLONDE hair...and Sheila's is definitely NOT blonde...unless she colored it. How long are we going to have to wait to find out who this person is???
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Post by lalogan on Dec 14, 2008 2:10:21 GMT -5
It could be Sheila, wearing a blonde wig or having bleached her hair blonde. She has brown eyes, but she could put in contacts that make her eyes appear hazel.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 14, 2008 2:30:18 GMT -5
MissJr...are we supposed to already know who Stephanie's nemesis/ shooter is??? Because I don't. They way the person speaks, it sounds like it is Sheila Carter...but you described her as having BLONDE hair...and Sheila's is definitely NOT blonde...unless she colored it. How long are we going to have to wait to find out who this person is??? I think I know who it is....but I may be wrong.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 14, 2008 15:44:09 GMT -5
Ooohh...I love that Fang is in horrible pain and pissed herself. I only hope she suffers a hell of a lot more. And how apt that Taydrunk immediately ran crying to Fang about Brooke "being mean to her." Taydrunk loved that sort of passive-aggressive crap-stirring: whining to Fang if Brooke so much as looked at her cross-eyed, so she could sit back and smirk while Fang went on the warpath for her. Then afterwards, Taydrunk would simper, "I didn't know she would go so far!" Like with the Paris plot. She ran wailing to Fang to "Doooooooooooooo somethiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" That "something" nearly resulted in Brooke's death, but the soap rags, no doubt at DumbBell's direction, cheered the manipulative, conniving slut Taydrunk on, saying she was "justified" in using any means to "get rid of Brooke." Taydrunk always had to keep her little mitts clean. That's why she ducked behind Fang to do her dirty work. She even claimed she "never condoned" Fang's actions. The hell she didn't, the lying little whorebag slut. She condoned Fang's actions, she got off on them, she relied on them to keep her pathetic excuse for a non-life interesting. Lalogan, I'm afraid Stephanie's suffering and sorrows are only beginning. She has made someone really angry and this person is sick of it. Taylor is pretty predictable and feels she has every right to be upset. Obviously, her real issue is with Ridge, his ongoing evasiveness about lunch and everything that really happened in Venice. But her run-in with Brooke at the office only intensified her anger. Brooke said some pretty hurtful things; but, as you saw, Taylor can give back as good as she gets. Right now, Taylor would rather focus on Brooke because she's such an easy target. Delving too deeply and questioning her husband and facing some facts about her marriage is too troubling. Stephanie unwittingly played into Taylor's hands, and these two have been dancing this same dance for years. However, in my story, Taylor won't be able to get away with ignoring Ridge's behavior--especially if her mother-in-law isn't around to fight her battles for her.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 14, 2008 15:54:50 GMT -5
Awesome! MissJR, you are on a roll.
How like Taylor to come into Brooke's office and take her miserable mood out on her. Notice how, in her conversations with her MIL from hell and her clueless, dumb spouse, she neglects to mention her nasty dig about Brooke's miscarriage. The way she spins the events of her day, Brooke not only attacked Macy for no reason, she assaulted Taylor as well.
And how like Ridge to stand up his wife to go trolling for booty. Well, I take that back, he originally stood her up to sulk and pout inside a bottle, but he sure milked up Phyllis's ego-stroking, didn't he?
Poor Brooke! Not only does she bust her tail for those people, she also has to deal with their back-stabbing to do it. Then she has to deal with Rick and his irresponsible behavior. Just a question, how is she, money-wise at this point? IMO, she should turn her back on that company and start her own. It's too bad that Taylor only heard the tail end of Macy and Brooke's argument. Her opinion was also colored by Macy's comments, as well as Thorne's insults. Combined with Ridge standing her up for lunch, Taylor may have been spoiling for a fight without realizing it. Of course, in her recounting to Stephanie what happened, she only gave the "highlights" without filling in some of the blanks. Unfortunately, Taylor was talking to someone who wouldn't have cared and was already predisposed to blaming Brooke in the first place. Ridge is definitely predictable. He forgets all about his wife, goes off to Spago and gets his ego stroked by someone bearing gifts. He obviously had a great time and to his way of thinking, it was probably all innocent. After all, he reminded his guest that he was married and really didn't do anything to violate his vows. Poor Brooke, indeed! She has a lot on her plate right now and it's only going to get worse. I wanted to be able to have her dealing with age-appropriate issues with her children since they never really had a chance to experience real teen problems on the show. And how like Rick to think he should be rewarded after being so disrespectful and irresponsible? Isn't that typical of some young people--and adults--you know? They misbehave and mom is "mean" because she's laying down the law. At this point, Brooke isn't exactly hurting financially, and you will find out in later installments the state of her finances.
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