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Post by MissJr on Dec 14, 2008 16:01:09 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??? Hee heeee! Right now, the description I gave will have you guessing. I won't drag out identifying the shooter though and you'll be surprised. But I can tell you now that it's not Sheila. Although Sheila is a "mistress of disguise" as we saw on Y&R, there's something one can't fake--an aristocratic bearing. You will also find out in later installments that the shooter is a "mistress of disguise" as well. As mean as Stephanie can be, I would imagine that she's accumulated some enemies along the way!
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Post by lalogan on Dec 15, 2008 0:07:28 GMT -5
Oh you meanie, MissJr! Teasing us like that! You know we all want to be teased MUCH more!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 15, 2008 2:17:46 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. Combined with Ridge standing her up for lunch, Taylor may have been spoiling for a fight without realizing it. 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. If Ridge's lunch with Phylis was so damn innocent, Taylor needs to whip out her Bible and read the part that states, "If a man looks at a woman with lust in his heart, he is guilty of actually doing it," or something along those lines. Unfortunately Ridge would probably ask her to translate it or play stupid.
I actually felt bad for Taylor when that bozo stood her up. Think about it, she skipped breakfast and took the time to get dressed up, only to have it have been for nothing. Plus she was probably looking forward to a delicious meal, only to be let down.
I did, however, enjoy her fury at him later. Serves the creep right! How DARE he stand her up like she is some teenager.
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Post by lalogan on Dec 15, 2008 3:14:17 GMT -5
And then grab her boobies as if boinking will make it all better.
I hate Taydrunk, but Widge's treatment of her in this story was absolutely appalling.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 15, 2008 9:50:54 GMT -5
Combined with Ridge standing her up for lunch, Taylor may have been spoiling for a fight without realizing it. 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. If Ridge's lunch with Phylis was so damn innocent, Taylor needs to whip out her Bible and read the part that states, "If a man looks at a woman with lust in his heart, he is guilty of actually doing it," or something along those lines. Unfortunately Ridge would probably ask her to translate it or play stupid.
I actually felt bad for Taylor when that bozo stood her up. Think about it, she skipped breakfast and took the time to get dressed up, only to have it have been for nothing. Plus she was probably looking forward to a delicious meal, only to be let down.
I did, however, enjoy her fury at him later. Serves the creep right! How DARE he stand her up like she is some teenager. Well, ladies, you know that Ridge will try to tell himself that his interest in Phyllis is purely professional. Yeah, right. I agree that Ridge's treatment of Taylor is appalling. As someone who has had some personal experience with being stood up in the days before cell phones, it's humiliating and demoralizing especially when you try to convince yourself that your date is still coming. Taylor was also smart to call him out on his predictable behavior--wanting to use sex to dissuade her from discussing something serious.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 15, 2008 9:54:15 GMT -5
Eric, tossing and turning in his sleep, reached across the bed to cuddle his wife. Instead of a warm body, however, he felt a cold empty space. Waking with a start, Eric realized that Stephanie's side of the bed was empty. Obviously, she had not come home. Glancing at the clock, he saw the LCD readout—12:30 a.m. Where could she be? Eric wondered. Although she told him not to wait up, Eric was worried. The road conditions were treacherous due to the rain and fog. Eric decided to call the office. He dialed Stephanie's direct line, but after three rings, her voicemail picked up. Damn, Eric thought irritably. Next, he checked their answering machine on the nightstand for messages just in case Stephanie called while he was asleep. Although he probably would have heard the phone ring, it didn't hurt to be sure, Eric told himself. He noticed that there were three messages. The first was from Macy, complaining about a run-in she had with Brooke earlier that day. The next two messages were hang-ups. Eric immediately picked up the phone and dialed *69. Unfortunately, he received a recorded message stating that the service was not available for out-of-area calls. In frustration, Eric slammed the receiver down. Where was his wife? And, why didn't she want him to wait up for her?____________________ In a guestroom down the hall, Ridge attempted to sleep, but only slept fitfully. He really couldn't blame Taylor for being angry. He knew he was wrong. But, it cut him to the quick to hear Brooke referred to in those terms. Ridge was also feeling guilty that he had allowed her reputation to become sullied. "Sure," he thought. "Everyone was so quick to believe that Brooke tried to jump my bones. If only they knew," he mused. He could not help but to wonder what kind of man he was to allow a woman to take the blame for something that he instigated. But, the moment his wife assumed that it was Brooke who came on to him, he did not bother to correct her assumption. No—it was safer to allow Taylor to believe that her former friend did not hesitate to betray her. And, his father was so proud of what he had done. Well, Ridge did not feel proud then, and he certainly did not feel proud now. In fact, he often had trouble sleeping at night. As sleep finally overcame him, Ridge's dreams were intermingled by visions of sultry redheads, who had him tied to a mahogany four-poster bed, as they deliciously tortured him with feathers, silk scarves, their hands and their tongues. They seemed to be touching him everywhere. Although he begged for release, the women could have cared less. Every time they almost brought him to the brink, they stopped. Ridge moaned pitifully, begging them for mercy. "Not yet," they whispered in unison. His breathing became ragged, as a blonde, hazel-eyed visage rode slowly toward him on a beautiful white Arabian mare. The blonde, who wore a sheer white gown, dismounted her horse as gracefully as if she were floating on air. She smiled seductively as she slowly disrobed. She unhurriedly drifted toward him, her nude body glistening. Again, Ridge moaned and begged for release. "Not yet," came the reply. As she soared above him, he lifted himself from the pillows to meet her. The woman above him gasped and moaned in ecstasy. His red-haired tormenters continued their delicious tortures of his body. This time, they did not stop, urging him on to heights heretofore unimagined. The woman above him continued to ground her hips faster and faster, until she screamed his name. Her body went rigid. His own release coincided with hers, and his hips bucked wildly on the bed, as his legs and arms were still bound by silken cords. As Ridge gasped, "Oh, Logan," he abruptly awoke. His body was covered with sweat and he shivered. "Wow! That was one hell of a dream!" As Ridge turned on the lamp, he was embarrassed to discover that he had spilled his seed all over the sheets. ____________________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 15, 2008 10:05:14 GMT -5
Just as Stephanie's assailant was about to squeeze the trigger, the phone in Brooke's office rang, startling her. "Oh, sh*t!" She muttered, as she wildly fired a shot that missed its target. Fearing discovery, the shooter turned on her heel and ran, bumping into overturned furniture on her way out. Frantically, she pressed the elevator button, willing the elevator car to stop. Getting off on the first floor, she ran into the parking lot, desperately searching for her car. "Damn it! Where's my car?!" Seeing her automobile, the shooter ducked across the lot and kept running. After reaching her car, her hands trembled, as she fumbled with the keys in a desperate attempt to unlock the door. Finally getting her car door open, she hurriedly got inside, slamming her door. Once inside the relative safety of her car, the lady placed her key into the ignition, started her car up and gunned it out of the parking lot, nearly running over a curb. As she sped away into the foggy night, it was not until she was on the highway that her breathing finally calmed. So intent was she on escaping that the shooter never realized that she dropped her handgun near the entrance of the Forrester Building. ____________________ Brooke parked her silver Jaguar in the Forrester parking lot, and reflected on the events of the day. Before entering the building, she saw a handgun. Without thinking, she reached down to pick it up and immediately noticed how warm it was. At a loss as to what to do, Brooke took the gun with her, figuring she would put it in a safe place for now and turn it in to the police in the morning. When she got off the elevator, the first thing she noticed was that the light was on in her office. "That's strange." She mused. "The cleaning people are really good about turning all the lights out." She suddenly halted when she came face to face with the broken glass, shell casings, and overturned furniture in her office. She hesitantly entered her office, not realizing that the gun had fallen out of hand onto the plush carpet. The stunning sight that greeted her caused her to take a sharp intake of breath. "Oh my God!" Brooke gasped. She thought it looked like a body—the body of a woman. She noticed that blood was everywhere, as if some kind of massacre had taken place. Fearful that whomever did this might still be in the building, she immediately dialed 911 on her cell phone. As she waited for an answer, Brooke kneeled and hesitantly reached down and slowly turned the body over and gasped in horror with recognition. "Stephanie! Oh, my God! Who did this to YOU?" Her body racked with sobs, Brooke was practically incoherent. Stephanie, who had been drifting in and out of consciousness, gasped and attempted to speak. "Br—Br—Brooke. H—h—help me! P—p—please!" Stephanie rasped. "Can't move ... can't move my legs," she moaned. Brooke sobbed openly, grateful that Stephanie was still alive. "Stephanie, everything will be alright! I've called for help!" "911 emergency. May I help you?" "Yes! Please send help NOW! There's been a shooting at the Forrester Building! Stephanie Forrester's been shot!" "Where's your location?" The operator calmly asked. Brooke became infuriated. "PLEASE HURRY!" Brooke screamed. "Miss—you need to remain calm. Please tell us where you are so we can get someone out to you!" "We're in downtown Los Angeles. It's the Forrester Building! Hurry—she may die if you don't hurry!" The 911 operator assured Brooke that help was on the way. Brooke broke the connection. Still kneeling, she reassured Stephanie that help was arriving soon. "Don't worry," she stated more calmly than she felt. "I won't leave you. I'll be right here. I promise I won't leave you." Stephanie grimaced in pain. "Th—thank you." She panted gratefully. "E-er-Eric!" She panted. "Stephanie, please don't try to talk. I'll call Eric for you. Just hang on!" Darn it, she thought frantically. Where is that damn ambulance? She speed-dialed the Forrester mansion. She had to remain calm for Stephanie's sake.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 15, 2008 14:22:25 GMT -5
And then grab her boobies as if boinking will make it all better. I hate Taydrunk, but Widge's treatment of her in this story was absolutely appalling. It sure is, LaLogan! As much as I dislike Taylor, no woman deserves the treatment Ridge dishes out. Even before this, he made Brooke a third party in their marriage, which, IMO, is the same as having a mistress.
Then he stands her up.
And of course he thinks grabbing her breasts and boinking her will make it all better. Because, according to Ridge, a woman's sexual desire is secondary to his. After all, women aren't supposed to enjoy sex, only harlots do that.
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Post by MontanaLindy on Dec 15, 2008 18:39:47 GMT -5
Thanks, MissJR, reading this is a wonderful trip down memory lane! I read your LA FEMME FATALE back before I even knew who you were or posted with you! In fact, I still had all the chapters saved on my old computer (I finally had to get rid of it this past year, it was such a dinosaur!). This makes me realize how much I have missed reading the fan fiction by you, DotD, Fan2C, and the others...even tho' the shows were better back then....you ladies were always even better! I appreciate how you flesh out the characters and give them so much more depth and substance than BBell ever could or would! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Dec 15, 2008 21:03:42 GMT -5
Thanks, Lindy! I stopped writing for a while because I really wasn't motivated. But I ran across my original notes and story board for this particular story and decided to take it up again. I was shocked when I remembered that I actually cared about Ridge(!) as a character at the time and wanted a more well-rounded man. And Stephanie has become such a caricature of evil on the show that it's not even funny. When did we ever just see her kick back or do anything remotely fun? And what happened to Brooke's kids is a travesty.
I'll also take up the Bricky story again because there's a lot more there to tell, as well.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 16, 2008 9:17:42 GMT -5
Eric, who jumped at the sound of the phone, answered it on the first ring. "Hello?" He said with trepidation. He knew that calls that came in the wee hours of the morning were trouble. "Eric!" Brooke shouted tearfully. "Who IS this?" "Eric, this is Brooke! Please come to Forrester's! Something terrible has happened to Stephanie. Oh God!" All the color left Eric's face. "Damn it, Brooke! Where's my WIFE?! What did you do to her?!" Brooke ignored Eric's accusatory tone. "Eric—it looks like she's been shot! We’re in my office!" Eric felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. His knees buckled and he became dizzy. His breathing became labored and he struggled to remain calm. "Eric! Eric!" Brooke repeatedly screamed his name. Regaining his composure, Eric stated, "I'll be right there!" He ended the connection, threw on some sweats and sneakers, grabbed his keys from the dresser, and rushed down the stairs of the mansion two at a time. _______________ Macy sighed in disappointment—again. She quietly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, careful not to wake Thorne. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Why Thorne?" She wailed plaintively. "Why don't you find me attractive?" The image that greeted her was that of a naturally stunning woman, who had once been a beauty contest winner. I'm just as beautiful as Brooke is, she thought sorrowfully. Appraising herself, Macy cupped her well-rounded breasts, and took in her tiny waist and shapely hips. She was sincerely at a loss as to why Thorne hardly touched her since they got back from Amsterdam. "What did you expect?" The small voice in her head asked. Macy quietly sobbed as Brooke's cruel words and their implication struck her with full force. "What is it that you aren't telling me, Thorne? WHY did you marry me?" Macy asked pitifully. "You KNOW why," the little voice mocked her. Macy reflected on the telephone conversation she inadvertently heard between Eric and Ridge the day of the barbeque. She reflected on how Ridge and Taylor's eyes never seemed to quite meet hers whenever she conversed with them—which was not that often. She reflected on the wedding gown that she found packed away in Thorne's office. "It was for a showing," Macy told herself. "I know it was!" But that little voice just would not let her be. "You're fooling yourself if you think that! You KNOW who that dress was for. It was Brooke's dress! It was Brooke's! It was Brooke's ... " the voice repeated over and over until Macy could not stand it anymore. "STOP IT!" She screamed. She came out of her self-pitying reverie when she heard Thorne stirring from the bedroom. "Mace—are you alright in there?" Thorne asked sleepily. "I'm fine, honey," Macy answered with false cheerfulness. "I just stubbed my toe that's all. You go right on back to sleep." Not needing much encouragement, Thorne did just that. "You need to get a grip," Macy told herself. She left the bathroom and padded toward the living room area where the bar was kept. As if she were in a trance, the scotch all but spoke to her. "Yesssss," the scotch decanter seemed to sigh. "Take me, Maceeeeee ... take me ... I'm yours!" Macy practically floated toward the lure of the scotch's siren call. The decanter seemed to take on a life of its own, writhing seductively before her. "That's it, babeeeeee ... just one sip! No one will ever know ... " Macy was so determined to reach her goal that she didn't see the tack on the floor. "OW! Sh*t!" Macy yelled. Coming back to reality, she reached down and removed the offending tack from the floor. As she went to the kitchen to toss it in the wastebasket, she glanced back at the bar. "Damn you, Brooke." She said with determination. "You will NOT get my man! I would rather kill you first!" Macy was shocked by the thought. For a moment, she felt shame that she had been pushed that far. Macy was so fixated on Brooke that it hardly registered that she nearly had yet another relapse. When Macy reached the bedroom, she opened her lingerie drawer. As she peered at the round packet of birth control pills, an idea formed in her mind. "No, Brooke," she thought grimly. "I've got another plan that will make you leave Thorne and me alone once and for all." ____________________
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Post by MontanaLindy on Dec 16, 2008 9:17:49 GMT -5
I look forward to reading it all! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Dec 16, 2008 9:22:50 GMT -5
Brooke continued to kneel and tried to comfort Stephanie as best as she could. As tears welled in her eyes, she thought about all the wasted years of hatred, animosity and anger. So many times, she wished that Stephanie had dropped dead. Earlier that day, she had just said she would dance on her grave. Now that it appeared she might die, Brooke fervently wished she could take it all back. Again, she silently prayed. "Please, Lord. This is Brooke Logan. I know that I have not always been what You wanted me to be. But, please hear me now. Please let Stephanie live! She just can't die! I'm not asking for myself, Lord. I'm thinking of my children, of the family. They need her in their lives. Please don't let her die!" Stephanie, who had passed out briefly, awoke to see her archenemy kneeling by her side, her lips moving as if in prayer. She stared at Brooke in amazement. Incredible, she thought. After everything that's happened, she actually wants to help me. Stephanie's pain was unbearable and she winced and moaned. She also quietly panicked when she realized again that she had no feeling in the lower part of her body. "Oh, Stephanie," Brooke gasped. "Please hold on! You've got to be strong. Help will be here soon. I promise!" "Can't ... move—can't move my legs," Stephanie whispered. _______________ Eric must have broken nearly every traffic law to get to the office. That he had not been pulled over by LA's finest was a miracle. "I just knew something was wrong. I KNEW it!" He thought bitterly. "If that woman did anything to hurt Stephanie, she will regret the day that she was born," he murmured. His driving was so erratic that when he pulled into the parking lot, the Mercedes went over a curb. Eric did not care. Damn a car. What did material possessions matter if Stephanie wasn't by his side to share them? Willing himself not to think the worst, Eric jumped out of his car barely seconds after parking it, ran into the building and headed upstairs. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 16, 2008 9:27:29 GMT -5
Stephanie was truly frightened now. They say that there comes a time when a person's life flashes in front of their eyes. Stephanie felt that way after the stroke. But, that was nothing compared to this, she thought.
So this is what it all comes down to, Stephanie thought in a more lucid moment. Truth be told, she was not afraid of death. However, the one thing Stephanie always feared was scandal and having her good name and reputation sullied. For so long, she felt superior to those around her—people like the Spectras and others she considered beneath her. For so long, she belittled, scorned and treated people with untold cruelty just because. Here she was—Stephanie Forrester, a pillar of the community, and bastion of all that was good and decent, a woman publicly hailed for being the matriarch of a wonderful and successful family. What would happen if she died? Even worse—what would happen if she lived? With the police sniffing around and asking all kinds of questions ... the reporters ... people talking and whispering.
Fine bloody mess you've gotten yourself into now, old girl, Stephanie thought angrily.
How could she possibly explain to her husband, her children, her business associates, her friends? How would she hold her head up again in the small enclave that was Beverly Hills and Bel Air? Her enemies would gleefully laugh at her downfall. How could she ever explain that the person who shot her wasn't some unknown assailant? How could she explain that her attacker was none other than her lover's wife? Her lover, with whom she arranged an assignation at Forrester Creations. Who would ever believe that a perverse side of her wanted him to pleasure her in that bed in Brooke's office just so she could annoy and embarrass Brooke by leaving the evidence of their lovemaking behind for all to see?
As she heard the sirens in the background, Stephanie gasped and whispered. "Philippe!" She then lost consciousness—her world becoming total darkness.
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Post by Horsey on Dec 16, 2008 9:54:29 GMT -5
I think this one of my favorite of your stories MissJr Thank you for posting it again. I apologize for being MIA, but since the show has been in the gutter, I can't stomach to watch it, or post about it. I certainly wish that the writers on B&B, put half as much into character development as you do. sigh....can I hope for a new chapter of La Femme Fatale soon?
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Post by MissJr on Dec 16, 2008 16:47:46 GMT -5
I think this one of my favorite of your stories MissJr Thank you for posting it again. I apologize for being MIA, but since the show has been in the gutter, I can't stomach to watch it, or post about it. I certainly wish that the writers on B&B, put half as much into character development as you do. sigh....can I hope for a new chapter of La Femme Fatale soon? I understand why you've been MIA, Horsey. Thank you for your compliments. I realize it's hard for the writers to develop characters in 22 minutes of actual air time, but I don't think that's a valid excuse anymore. Somehow they did it back in the day when the soaps weren't expanded to an hour. Bill Bell certainly did it with B&B, and it's painful to see how his son has refused to preserve the integrity of legacy characters like the Logans, the Forresters and the Spectras. Even though I never really bought into the saintly hype about Taylor, she's been trashed beyond recognition also. Writing for a character like Brooke is a dream for any writer because she's flawed, and you can do so much with the character while still presenting her as a heroine. Of course, villians bring another dimension to any story and you can flesh out their characters to explain their motivations so that they don't become cartoonish. I promise that I am working on another chapter of this story, as well as the Bricky-related one. Happy reading!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 17, 2008 9:44:40 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2 - "IT'S ALL ABOUT SEX"Eric barreled off the elevator into Brooke's office, nearly tripping over his feet. As he rushed into the office, he unknowingly kicked the gun into a far corner. He saw Brooke kneeling on the floor over his wife. Upon seeing him, Brooke sobbed. "Oh, Eric! Thank God you're here! I think she's unconscious!" When Eric saw his wife, he became distraught. He knelt down at her side and became hysterical when he saw the blood. "Stephanie, darling! Oh, nooooooo!" He sobbed. He suddenly turned on Brooke. "What did you do to her?!" Eric demanded angrily. Brooke was horrified by the question, and gasped. "Eric! How could you even ask me something like that?" "All I know is that it's mighty funny that you and Stephanie just happened to be here at this time of night!" Brooke was offended. "Mighty funny? How DARE you, Eric?" Brooke snapped. Eric lost it and started screaming at Brooke. "YOU did this! I KNOW YOU did! If my wife dies because of you, I'll kill you with my own bare hands!" Brooke, whose nerves were taut, slapped Eric's face with all the remaining strength she had left. His head rocked backward. The slap seemed to have the desired effect. Eric calmed down, and Brooke apologized. "I'm sorry I did that, Eric, but I need you to bring it down a notch or two and work with me here." Eric apologized for his outburst. "Look, I didn't mean that," he said absently. He then turned his attention back to his injured wife. "It's just that I love her so much!" Eric sobbed openly. His shoulders heaved up and down and he cried like a baby. Brooke, who was at first uncertain, gently touched Eric's shoulder and stroked his hair, which seemed to have grayed overnight. Eric blindly reached for Brooke, and held on to her. Her young body, so full of life, was like a source of comfort to Eric, and he clung to her as if his life depended on it. Brooke, in turn, held him, and tried to comfort Eric as if she were comforting one of her own children. "Shhhhhhhh . . . shhhhhhhhh . . ." Brooke whispered in his ear tenderly. "She will be alright. Eric—please—we have to be strong for her." Brooke heard the sirens and gently extricated Eric's arms from around her waist. She gently wiped Eric's tears from his eyes and talked to him as if he were a child. "Eric, I need to go downstairs to let the paramedics in. Okay?" Eric mutely nodded his head in understanding. Brooke continued to speak to him. "Eric—I need you to stay with Stephanie while I do that. She needs to know that you're here for her. She can't afford to have you fall apart on her now. Promise me you'll watch over her until I come back?" Eric again nodded, and gingerly wiped his wife's brow. "Thank you," Eric said, his voice cracking with the effort. Brooke merely smiled and reached down and stroked his tear-stained face. She then left to let the paramedics into the building. _______________ LAPD Detectives Alphonse Moretti and Krista "Pepa" Blair received the report about a shooting at the Forrester Building while they were in the precinct office finishing up some reports. Called "Salt & Pepa" on the street, they made an odd team. He was a second-generation Italian American, who was tall, subdued, detached and had a quiet strength that victims and their families found comforting. She was petite, African American, opinionated, warm and suffered fools very lightly. Their differences made them work very well together, as they were both thorough investigators who solved 99.5 percent of their cases. Moretti was a meticulous and methodical investigator, who loved forensic investigative work. He believed that every piece of paper, every fingerprint, every hair fiber, and every DNA sample told a story. Blair usually developed her theory of the case first—firmly stating what her conclusions were, and then working her way backwards to gather the evidence to build the case. She had a way of sifting through the B.S. and getting down to brass tacks. Both detectives had what they considered a "second sight" that allowed them to read people beneath their facades. They also both solved enough crimes to know that things were not usually what they seemed on the surface. Neither detective was a respecter of persons, which they both considered a plus when solving high-profile crimes in a places like Hollywood and Beverly Hills. As they headed toward the Forrester Building, they commented. "Here we go again," Moretti sighed. "Those Forresters seem to piss somebody off every other year—especially the old lady." "Humph! If you ask me, I bet it had something to do with sex," Blair stated matter-of-factly. Moretti laughed. "Oh sure! You say that about ALL our cases!" "Yeah, and I'm always RIGHT, too, now aren't I?" "No comment," Moretti said. "What I find interesting is that Brooke Logan was the one who made the report." "Um hmm. Now I KNOW that sex had something to do with it!" Moretti merely laughed at his partner's opinion. "Why would you say that?" "Oh, don't get me wrong," Blair started. "All I'm saying is that for years, Old Lady Forrester has been on a rant about how this Brooke Logan 'stole' her husband and her sons. Like, how you just gon' up and 'steal' somebody whose ass doesn't WANT to be stolen? These women are always whining, 'she stole my man,' but they never stop and notice that their man's sh*t is raggedy!" Moretti chuckled. "That's right! You tell 'em girl!" Moretti joked in a mocking falsetto voice. Blair merely rolled her eyes and playfully punched him on his leg. "Oh you! You can laugh if you want, Al, but you know it's true! Now take that skeezer up on Sunset that we arrested a week ago. Could you believe that a woman would get so desperate that she would actually stab another one over some man?" Moretti shook his head in disbelief. "No I can't believe any woman would be that dumb or that desperate!" Now it was Blair's turn to laugh. "Al, desperate is right! When I finally saw this Bobby Blue, I couldn't believe it! Man, I've seen more 9-month-old babies with more teeth in their mouths than this fool had!" "No kidding! Plus their teeth were whiter!" "I don't know if this Brooke Logan is personally involved or not, but I would bet you anything that this is all about a man," Blair stated with conviction. "Like I said—sex!" Moretti shook his head. "Well, we'll just have to see." He had to admit that Pepa's instincts about such things were usually dead on. Although it seemed highly unlikely, it would not surprise him in the least if she were right about this one, too. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 17, 2008 9:52:51 GMT -5
The paramedics rushed in, along with some police officers. The paramedics moved quickly, gingerly and expertly lifting the unconscious Stephanie onto a stretcher, and placing a cervical collar around her neck. They checked for a pulse and proceeded to ready her for an IV. Meanwhile, the police attempted to get information from Brooke and Eric. "Mr. Forrester and Ms. Logan, do you know what happened here?" Brooke answered, becoming increasingly incoherent as she did so. "I—I—I came to the office to work late, and I found Stephanie! There was blood everywhere! She said she couldn't move her legs!" After that, Brooke became so unintelligible that the officers had to calm her down. "Ms. Logan, we need you to remain calm so that we can get a statement from you. What time did you find Mrs. Forrester?" "I DON'T KNOW! I just can't deal with this right now!" Brooke snapped. Overwrought with emotion and the effort she exerted to be strong for first Stephanie and then Eric, Brooke broke down and totally shut down. The officers eyed each other helplessly. Eric became irate and was anxious to leave with the paramedics. "Leave her alone," he growled at the officers. Another set of officers had examined Stephanie's purse and took an inventory of the contents in it. They also checked her wallet and ascertained that no cash or credit cards were stolen. Brooke insisted on accompanying Eric to the hospital. However, he admonished her to calm down and go home. "Brooke, I need you to take your own advice. You're not any good to anybody in this state," Eric said. "I'm going to the hospital with Stephanie." "Eric—I must do something to help," Brooke insisted. "At least let me take care of calling the rest of the family," she suggested. "Okay," Eric acquiesced. "You call Ridge and the others." He asked the paramedics where they were going. "We're going to the emergency room at Good Samaritan," one of the paramedics answered. "But we must hurry, Mr. Forrester!" "Okay, let's go!" Eric shouted. "Brooke! Tell the family to meet me at Good Samaritan!" Eric led the paramedics downstairs and followed them into the ambulance with his wife. They worked frantically to revive their patient and to staunch her bleeding wounds. They also fired questions at Eric about her medical history. "Sir, does your wife have any allergies to any medications?" Eric was in a daze. "None that I'm aware of. Please, please, please save my wife!" Eric beseeched the paramedics. "We'll do all we can, sir!" As the paramedics worked, one of them gasped audibly. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. He caught the attention of his partner, and the two exchanged shocked glances. Eric, who had his head bowed in prayer, failed to notice the surprised looks that passed between the paramedics. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 17, 2008 16:53:47 GMT -5
Taylor awoke suddenly. She was frightened out of her wits when she heard the noise coming from the master bathroom. She quietly got out of bed to investigate. Fearing an intruder, she stopped to retrieve a poker from the fireplace in the master bedroom. She heard water running and carefully crept toward the sound. Taylor slowly opened the door with the poker raised, ready to strike at a moment's notice. An oblivious Ridge, who had come into the bathroom to discreetly wash up, was still reflecting on his dream and its implications, if any. Amazingly, just the thought of his little dream slightly aroused him. He could not believe it! He looked down, and saw the evidence of his desire and became annoyed. "Come on, little Ridge! Down boy," he reproved. Ridge became alarmed when he looked in the mirror and saw his wife standing in the doorway with a fireplace poker raised as if she were going to beat the living daylights out of him. Damn! Damn! Damn! Ridge thought, mentally doing his best Florida Evans imitation. She KNOWS! However, Taylor slowly lowered the poker and smiled when she took in Ridge's aroused state. "Well, well," she cooed sexily. Taylor dropped the poker and slowly walked toward her stunned husband. "Did 'Big Daddy' miss Mommy?" Ridge grinned and was relieved that she did not know his secret. "Well, as a matter of fact, 'Big Daddy' missed Mommy very much." Ridge said in a low voice. The two embraced and kissed fervently. Ridge lifted Taylor's satin slip over her head. "Ohhhhh, Ridge," Taylor panted. Ridge gently picked his wife up and carried her to their bed. "I never want to spend another night away from you ever," he sighed as he lay her down. "No, never," Taylor moaned. She raised her hips from the bed, as Ridge positioned himself between her open legs. "Touch me, Ridge!" Ridge obliged, allowing his hands to roam freely over her body, which was now taut with desire. Taylor reached down and opened the folds of her mound, and asked her husband, "Do you want it, baby?" "Yessss," Ridge moaned. He covered her body with his own and passionately kissed her. Taylor rubbed her body against Ridge, who reached down to touch her treasure. Ridge, who needed no further encouragement, positioned himself to drive himself into her willing body. As he did so, the phone rang—an unwelcome intrusion. "Ignore it," Taylor ordered. As Taylor dug her nails into Ridge's buttocks, the phone rang incessantly. "Damn it," Taylor hissed. She reached across Ridge and angrily snatched the receiver from its cradle. "Yes!" She answered hoarsely. Brooke responded in a shaky voice. "Taylor, I'm so sorry," she started. "What do you want, Brooke?" Taylor asked nastily. "Why are you calling here at this time of night?" At the sound of Brooke's name, Ridge's erection immediately deflated. He eased himself off Taylor, who by now was incensed. Damn her! Taylor thought angrily. She did this on purpose!Brooke, however, was ignorant of Taylor's displeasure. "Taylor, I'm sorry to wake you, but there's a real emergency!" "Oh, really? And, what kind of emergency is that, pray tell? Another G-string design perhaps?" She could not believe the nerve of this woman! She would do anything to get Ridge's attention."Taylor, please! You and Ridge must get to Good Samaritan! Stephanie's been shot!" Taylor was shocked. "Oh my God! PLEASE tell me this isn't true!" Taylor sobbed, as tears sprang to her eyes. Ridge, seeing his wife face, snatched the phone from her. "Brooke, what's going on? Why is Taylor upset?" "Ridge, I'm so sorry," Brooke cried. "I went into the office to do some work late tonight and I found your mother in my office on the floor. Somebody shot her! Eric's already at the hospital! He needs you to get there!" _______________ Brooke was only able to give an abbreviated statement to the police officers. She relayed to them the time of her arrival and what she discovered when she got upstairs. Other officers taped off the area denoting that her office was now a crime scene. The crime lab technicians arrived and commenced the arduous task of collecting evidence. One of the first things they noticed was that the carpet reeked of urine. They would be taking fiber samples of the urine soaked portion of the rug, as well as portions of the rug that had bloodstains. Others collected shell casings, while another took snapshots from different angles. While all this activity took place, a female officer accompanied Brooke to the bathroom. Brooke bristled at what she considered an intrusion. "I don't need a babysitter while I pee!" Brooke snapped in irritation. "Sorry, Miss Logan, but this is just a precaution," the officer responded. "We have no way of knowing if the shooter is still in the building." Brooke shook in fright at the prospect and finally agreed to the escort. While they were away, an officer whistled. "Hey, Buck! Over here! I think we've hit pay dirt!" The officer pointed at the handgun inadvertently kicked into a corner. One of the techs cautiously placed the gun in a baggie and marked it for identification. "It seems like a .44 caliber," he remarked. The gun would be dusted for prints and run through ballistics. The other evidence collected would be sent to the crime lab for analysis. Brooke and her female escort returned to the entrance of her office. By now, the officers figured they had all the information they needed from her up to that point. "Ms. Logan, we may need to ask you more questions. Can we contact you here?" "That's fine," she said wearily. "Here is my card, and I'll give you my home number." She scribbled her home number on the back of the card and handed it to the officer. "Am I free to go now?" "Sure," the officer answered, as he waved her away. Brooke left the building and dialed Thorne and Macy's number as she headed downstairs. Although the officers got a statement from Brooke, in her state of fatigue, she neglected to mention the handgun that she found outside the door of her office. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 17, 2008 17:05:33 GMT -5
The emergency room staff prepped Stephanie and rushed her to the OR for emergency surgery. While Stephanie was in surgery, Eric paced. Ridge, Taylor, Thorne and Macy were also with him. "Dad," Ridge said. "I don't understand how something like this could have happened. Why was mother at Forrester's at that time of night?" "Son, I really wish I knew," Eric answered. "All she said was that she had something to take care of and then she rushed out." Taylor was curious about something that had been bothering her ever since Brooke called. "Eric," she asked tentatively. "Brooke was the one who found Stephanie?" "That's right," Eric said. "Thank God Logan was there," Ridge said firmly. Thorne agreed. "Ridge is right. I don't even want to think what would have happened to mother if Brooke hadn't found her." Taylor was worried, and Macy, who was also frightened, remained quiet. Macy's eyes met Taylor's and in that instant, they both knew what the other was thinking. Each woman felt a sense of guilt and dread and wondered if she was the one, who may have compelled Stephanie to go to the office late at night to confront Brooke. "No, that couldn't be what happened," Macy murmured to herself. Thorne looked at his wife questioningly and became worried. "Mace, is something wrong? May I get you some water?" Macy hedged a little before answering. "Uh—no—no, honey. I'm just worried about Stephanie, that's all." _______________ Detectives Moretti and Blair arrived at the Forrester Building and headed upstairs to examine the crime scene. They walked carefully around the office, making notes. Moretti spoke to one of the investigators, Officer Jim Thorpe. "Well, what do we have so far, Jim?" "Hey, Al! Well, we get a call from a Brooke Logan, who is supposed to be the CEO of this outfit. She and Eric Forrester were here, and they were both quite hysterical. She was the one who found the victim. The victim is a Caucasian female, who's about 58 years old, according to her license." "What were the contents of her purse?" Blair asked. "Her wallet was there, with the cash and credit cards still in it so that rules out a robbery attempt in my mind. She also had cosmetics, a comb, and the usual stuff." Thorpe replied. "But, we did find something quite interesting though." "What was that?" Moretti asked. "Well, Al, you and Pepa won't believe this. But, we also found some condoms." "You're kidding me!" Moretti said in disbelief. "Now what would a married 58-year-old woman need with condoms—and why would she have them in her purse?" Blair rolled her eyes and gave her partner a quizzical look. "Why are you so surprised? Why else would a married man or woman carry condoms around in their wallet or purse? I told you this was all about sex," she said to him a low voice. "Maybe; maybe not," Moretti said, not wanting to jump to conclusions. "What else do you have?" Moretti asked Thorpe. "Well, the weapon was still here believe it or not. We also got shell casings, carpet fibers, the usual. The furniture's been dusted for prints, as well." "Good job." Moretti and Blair took note of the shattered glass, as well as the overturned furniture. "Looks like quite a struggle took place in here." "Oh yeah," Thorpe confirmed. "The woman had bruises all over her head and face. Whoever did this was pretty angry." "Sex," Blair commented, as she noticed the bed in the corner.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 18, 2008 13:38:55 GMT -5
"CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE--STAT!" Although there were several other people awaiting news of the fate of their loved ones, the announcement blaring from the P.A. system had an ominous ring to the Forresters. Eric immediately bolted out of his seat and rushed toward the doors that were clearly marked "For Authorized Personnel Only." Ridge and Thorne quickly followed and attempted to restrain him. "You can't go in there!" Thorne said. "Get off me," Eric growled as he futilely pushed against his sons. "Come on, Dad," Ridge attempted to reason with Eric. "We have no way of knowing if it's mother." "Well, I'm not willing to wait here and find out!" Eric belligerently shouted. "Eric, they're right," Taylor calmly said. Although she was as frightened as everyone else, she exuded an air of serenity that made Eric pause. She quickly glanced at Ridge and Thorne, silently entreating them to back off. Taylor then directed her attention to her father-in-law. "You know, Eric, when Stephanie had her stroke, it was your strength that helped her to pull through. You have to be strong for her and trust that everything is going to be okay." "What if she doesn't make it, Taylor? Just what am I supposed to do--sit here and wait?" A frustrated Eric demanded. "Yes; that's exactly what you are supposed to do," Taylor firmly responded as she linked her arm through Eric's and led him back to his seat. "Wait and pray." _______________ "MOVE! MOVE! Damn it; We're losing her!" The code team sprang into action as Stephanie went into cardiac arrest. An arrest board was placed behind her, and she received ventilation from a bag-valve mask. Electrodes and defibrillator pads were quickly removed from the crash cart and applied against Stephanie's chest. "CLEAR!" The head of the code team shouted as he forcefully pressed the defibrillators against Stephanie's chest. Stephanie's body jerked; however, she remained without a pulse with an uncertain rhythm. Beads of sweat dotted the code team leader's brow. Although Stephanie had flat-lined, he refused to give up. "CLEAR!" He shouted again as he attempted to revive Stephanie. For another 15 minutes, he and the rest of the team labored mightily to revive their patient. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 18, 2008 13:47:57 GMT -5
Brooke walked into her house totally worn out. She rushed upstairs and roused the children from their slumber. Rick emerged bleary eyed and warily came out of his room, worried that the second phase of his punishment was about to begin. Bridget whined about being awakened so abruptly. When they saw their mother's red eyes and her disheveled appearance, they immediately became worried. "Mom, what's wrong?" Bridget asked. Brooke managed to gather her wits about her and proceeded to tell Rick and Bridget all that had transpired in the last few hours. Both children were rocked by the news. "Mom, is she going to make it?" Rick asked. "I don't know, sweetheart," Brooke said. "But, we've got to get to the hospital. The rest of the family's been called and your father is going to need all the support he can get." Rick and Bridget exchanged glances, which their mother noticed. "Now, what was that look for?" Brooke demanded. "I'm not going," Rick announced defiantly. "Me neither," Bridget said. "What do you mean you're not going?" An annoyed Brooke asked. "Mom," Rick started, "the last thing we want to do is to be in a room full of phonies! Do you think that if you were the one shot and lying in the hospital that they would even bother to come? Do you think that Dad would be supporting us if something happened to you?" Brooke could not believe what she was hearing. "Rick—this isn't about me! This is about doing what is right and supporting your father. I know that things haven't been great between us, but there are bigger issues right now. Don't you understand that Stephanie may die?" "Why should we care?" Bridget pouted. "She is mean, hateful and nasty!" Brooke immediately embraced her daughter. "Baby, that's not important right now. She might be all those things to me, but she has always loved you and your brother." Rick, however, could have cared less. "Budge is right, Mom. That just isn't good enough anymore. In fact, I think it's worse! How can somebody claim to love me and Budge, but treat our mom like dirt? Don't you see how hypocritical that is?" "I understand your point, Rick. Really I do. However, this isn't the time to hold grudges. This family has been through a major tragedy, and it's time that we all pulled together." Rick looked at his mother as if she were crazy. "Mom, they don't even consider you a part of the family!" Brooke was stung. Rick, seeing the hurt look on his mother's face, immediately regretted his words. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean that. It's just that—well, I'm sorry that Stephanie is hurt and all that, but we really don't want to be around Dad, Ridge or Saint Taylor!" "We're NOT going!" Bridget reiterated. Brooke was tired of belaboring the subject. "Oh, yes you ARE! I'm going to get cleaned up and get dressed, and you guys are going to do the same. Then we are going to that hospital, and you WILL be there for your father, and that's final!" "Mom, Budge and I love you and we respect you, but this is the one time that we are going to disobey you." Bridget nodded in agreement. "Besides," Rick added slyly. "You said I was on lockdown so I can't leave the house anyway." Brooke looked at both children with annoyance. The nerve of Rick using his punishment to manipulate her! "Thanks for reminding me about your punishment," Brooke said sweetly. "I think we can—and will—make an exception. Now MOVE!" Both children looked at one another and decided to do as their mother asked. Rick and Bridget went to their respective bedrooms. As Rick showered and dressed, he did a slow burn. "Yeah, we'll go." Rick thought. "But, the moment any of them gets out of line, it will be ON!" Although he could not put his finger on it, he had a feeling in his gut that this was a big mistake. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 18, 2008 13:54:13 GMT -5
Several hours later, an exhausted Dr. Ben Sussman emerged from the OR to confer with the Forresters, who converged on him for answers. "Doctor, please tell me my wife is okay," Eric begged. "Mr. Forrester, because of your wife's history, we were concerned about the possibility of a stroke or heart attack." "Did she—" Eric abruptly stopped, unable to bring himself to even verbalize what was on his mind. "Sir, your wife did, in fact, go into cardiac arrest, but we managed to revive her. She was unconscious when she arrived here, as you are aware. The good news is that her vitals are good. However, she was shot multiple times in several places, including the lower spine." Dr. Sussman explain. The family gasped in horror. "Is she—is she going to be okay?" Taylor asked. "Right now, it's hard to say. She has had substantial internal bleeding, which we did manage to take care of. We were very successful in removing the bullet fragments, but I must tell you that our main concern is the bullet in the lower spine. Because of its position, we felt it prudent to not remove it at this time." Ridge shuddered. "Doctor, are you saying that my mother's paralyzed?" He asked hoarsely. "I'm sorry, Mr. Forrester, but right now, it's just too soon to tell. The bullet is in a very tricky position—just a few inches away from the spinal cord." Ridge held Taylor tightly, as she began to sob softly. Eric was shattered. Thorne and Macy had to physically support him, as his legs nearly gave way from this news. Regaining his composure, Eric spoke with authority, not willing to concede that his wife may spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. "I insist on the best specialists for this! We will have someone flown in, if necessary." "I understand your concern," Dr. Sussman said sympathetically. "Because this type of surgery is very delicate, I've already taken the liberty of contacting a specialist, who will be flying in from New York. He will be here tomorrow." "Tomorrow … what can we do in the meantime?" Thorne slowly asked. "Well, keep in mind that your mother has quite a road ahead of her. She has multiple abrasions and contusions on her head and body. She also has what appears to be a skull fracture. It's the type of fracture that occurs when one strikes their head on something during a fall or is struck with a blunt object. She lost a great deal of blood, and we did have to use transfusions. Right now, Mrs. Forrester is in recovery, and we will be moving her to ICU, where we will closely monitor her. Once she has been settled, each of you will be able to see her, but for only 10 minutes." Eric started to cry. "Please save my wife!" "We will do everything humanly possible, sir." Dr. Sussman said. "We will be sending a counselor down from our Sociology Department to meet with the family. This person will also work with Mrs. Forrester because she will need to be prepared for the news about her possible paralysis. By the way, we do have an excellent pastoral staff. If you like, we can also send one of the hospital chaplains to pray with the family." Eric nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, doctor. We would like that very much." _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 19, 2008 3:24:58 GMT -5
Whoa, I'm speechless!
Leave it to Brooke to be the one to call the paramedics, and be the one to put her dislike for Hag aside and notify the rest of the family. Talk about really stepping up to the plate-not that these people deserve it.
I am also liking Rick and Bridgette. Granted Brooke was not the perfect parent, but the way the show is written by Bell, Rick and Bridgette do not treat her with the proper respect one would a parent. I also disliked the lack of hostility that would, IRL, be what people like Steph would get from Brooke's children.
I am also liking the two detectives. Blair sounds like a real firecracker, and she and her partner seem more like REAL cops, as opposed to Baker, who seems to be on the Forrester's payroll.
And how like Macy to think of getting pregnant to tie Thorne to her side! Loser. I guess she was following Hag's lead. Just what this show needs, another whiner/cement baby.
Speaking of Hag, methinks she would not be happy at the detectives finding her supply of love gloves in her purse. Talk about being exposed as a hypocrite.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 19, 2008 11:40:25 GMT -5
Whoa, I'm speechless!
Leave it to Brooke to be the one to call the paramedics, and be the one to put her dislike for Hag aside and notify the rest of the family. Talk about really stepping up to the plate-not that these people deserve it.
I am also liking Rick and Bridgette. Granted Brooke was not the perfect parent, but the way the show is written by Bell, Rick and Bridgette do not treat her with the proper respect one would a parent. I also disliked the lack of hostility that would, IRL, be what people like Steph would get from Brooke's children.
I am also liking the two detectives. Blair sounds like a real firecracker, and she and her partner seem more like REAL cops, as opposed to Baker, who seems to be on the Forrester's payroll.
And how like Macy to think of getting pregnant to tie Thorne to her side! Loser. I guess she was following Hag's lead. Just what this show needs, another whiner/cement baby.
Speaking of Hag, methinks she would not be happy at the detectives finding her supply of love gloves in her purse. Talk about being exposed as a hypocrite. Thank you, Giovanna! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. I wanted my Brooke to closely resemble the one Bill Bell created, as well as Scarlett O'Hara and Bertrice Small's heroine, Skye O'Malley. Brooke is flawed but she can be strong and rise to the occasion when needed. Like Miss O'Hara, she also had so many people who depended on her strength. As much as these people complained about Miss O'Hara's underhanded and shocking methods, some of them still relied on her for the food on their tables, the roofs over their heads and their very existence. And no, Brooke's efforts--just like on the show--are often unappreciated. I also wanted to try to start over with Brooke's kids and write them as they should be right now--kids. Like a lot of kids, they can be spoiled, entitled and shockingly self-absorbed. However, they are fiercely loyal to their mother, who is the only person who has parented them on a consistent basis. No, it hasn't always been perfect but Brooke certainly is not this caricature of lust and child neglect TIIC have tried to paint her as. Because they are loyal to their mother, it is natural that they would resent Stephanie, as well as others they perceive have hurt their mother. After all, they are the ones who were around when their mother was heartbroken when Ridge left to be a family with Taylor and Thomas. Poor Macy! It seems that securing a marriage with a baby is a Forrester wife standard operating procedure. The sad thing is that she knows full well why Thorne married her, but she would rather hold onto an illusion and bring an innocent child into it. Oh, Stephanie is something else, isn't she? She is always quick to call another woman derogatory names; meanwhile, she is out here getting it on behind her husband's back. BTW--I love the name you have for the condoms! LOL! Like you, I'm looking forward to her being exposed as a hypocrite. Thanks for reading!
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