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Post by MissJr on Dec 19, 2008 12:16:44 GMT -5
International industrialist, Philippe Caron Chevalier, awoke that morning with a start. He felt queasy, disoriented and had a splitting headache. His mouth was as dry as cotton. Philippe was surprised to find himself on the silk chaise in the library of his palatial estate. He was even more stunned to realize that he had slept in the same clothes he had on the day before; he felt dirty. His confusion grew as he tried to remember what happened. How did he end up in here and what compelled him to sleep here all night?All Philippe remembered was that after dinner with his wife, Elke, he retired to his library to savor his favorite armagnac, which he had shipped directly from France. Elke claimed she had to attend yet another art exhibition, and he had the evening all to himself. His mistress of several months and he had arranged one of their exciting liaisons dangereuses late last night. Philippe sighed when he thought about the glorious, passionate Stephanie Forrester. "Aaaaahhhh . . . what a woman," he thought. Their affair started innocently enough. They were both attending an auction at the Bel Air estate of a former movie goddess. Other wealthy socialites and art patrons had turned out in droves to see the exquisite offerings from the Matisse Collection. Stephanie was hardly impressed with Philippe's charm. However, they managed to strike up a conversation and found themselves laughing, as they walked around the gardens of the estate. Philippe had been aghast that Stephanie's husband and family treated her as if she were an invalid. He thought that Eric Forrester was a fool and told her so. Instead of being offended, Stephanie was flattered. Philippe was also amazed that she had such a low opinion of how physically attractive she truly was. Although he was a naturalized U.S. citizen since 1965, he could not fathom what he considered the Americans' obsession with thinness. Although his own wife was fashionably thin, Philippe had always preferred women who were more Rubenesque. He and Stephanie became lovers the next day, arranging a tête-à-tête at his condominium in Palm Springs. He had a prodigious appetite, and pleased Stephanie in ways that she never thought imaginable. The first time Philippe tasted Stephanie's womanly sweetness, she shuddered in desire and then cried in shame later. Being an expert lover, Philippe immediately knew what was wrong. " Mon Dieu! Do not tell me that your husband has never done this?" Stephanie's face had turned crimson with embarrassment. "Then, Madame, he is a even bigger fool than I imagined!" Philippe declared. He then proceeded to make love to her the rest of the afternoon. They exchanged passionate goodbyes four hours later, not knowing what would happen in the future. Yet, they both knew that what they had was a lot more substantial than just an afternoon delight. The affair worked for both of them, as neither had any intention of leaving their respective spouses. As Philippe rubbed his temples, he again wondered how he ended up sleeping in the library all night. He also wondered how he managed to stand up his amour for their assignation at Forrester Creations. Once he got cleaned up and had breakfast, Philippe told himself, he would call Stephanie to make amends. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 19, 2008 12:25:16 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair entered the ICU unit of Good Samaritan Hospital. Recognizing the Forresters, they walked over to introduce themselves. The family immediately barraged them with questions and comments. Ridge shouted. "I hope you all find the bastard who did this!" Eric demanded, "Detectives, what are you doing about finding the monster who shot MY WIFE?!" Thorne insisted, "Until you find this person, we DEMAND round-the-clock security!" Taylor wanted to know, "How could someone just WALK into an office late at night and just shoot somebody?" "I just don't understand it. It's as if none of us are safe!" Macy fretted. Detective Moretti reassured the family that the department was doing all it could to bring Stephanie's assailant to justice. "Bloody reassurance that is," Ridge remarked sarcastically. "I've had it with the Los Angeles Police Department. Sh*t—they can't even find who killed Bonny Lee Bakley and they know who did it, but evidently you have to draw a map for them! Does the name Robert Blake ring any bells, detectives?" Ridge sneered nastily. Detective Blair took an instant dislike to Ridge, and gave him a serious eye screw. "Oh, no he didn't!" She said, looking at Detective Moretti in disbelief. Detective Moretti gave his partner the "be cool" look, and they both regarded Ridge the way one regards a cockroach. He then addressed Eric. "Mr. Forrester, may we have a word with you in private?" Detective Moretti pointedly asked. "Why, yes," Eric said. The two men started to walk to a secluded area of the waiting room. Detective Blair looked at Ridge with contempt and remarked to Taylor, loud enough for Ridge to hear, "Girlfriend—you got my sympathy!" She then walked off to join her partner and Eric. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 19, 2008 12:31:27 GMT -5
Elke Chevalier, a statuesque, hazel-eyed Teutonic beauty, admired her reflection as she sat at her dressing table. Her blonde hair was prepared in one of her trademark chignons, which showed off her high cheekbones and beautiful eyes. Her emerald and diamond earrings seemed to deepen the hazel in her eyes. Despite having just seen her 50th birthday, she still turned heads whenever she entered a room. Elke was celebrated for her beauty, charm, graciousness and style. However, a veneer of steel lurked beneath her aristocratic and regal facade. She entertained lavishly and usually opened the social season with a grand ball, complete with a 14-piece orchestra, unlimited food and flowing champagne. However, she rued the day that she invited Eric and Stephanie Forrester to this year's spring ball, honoring the French ambassador. As far as Elke was concerned, she had allowed a viper into her home the moment Stephanie Forrester stepped over her marbled threshold. Elke allowed herself a small smile as she silently exulted in her triumph. In spite of the activities of the previous night and the early morning hours, she felt rejuvenated. She had finally decided to take control of her life—and her marriage—by eliminating the competition permanently. Elke had learned long ago to ignore Philippe's affairs. His mistresses were usually young, frivolous twits, whom Philippe discarded with an expensive trinket once he became bored with them. But, in Stephanie, Elke immediately sensed a threat. Stephanie was older than she, had a certain level of sophistication, had a brilliant mind and was a fighter. Shockingly, she was able to maintain Philippe's interest much longer than his other mistresses ever could. Elke had discreetly gone to Stephanie and asked her to end the affair. Stephanie's eyes had widened, and she swore that there was no affair—that it was all a figment of Elke's imagination. However, Elke saw her husband becoming more enamored with his paramour. The affair had continued unabated, and Elke had received reports that the two had trysts in places like Big Sur, Capri, Athens, and the Chevaliers' Manhattan penthouse. Elke again tried to appeal to Stephanie's sense of decency. Not only did Stephanie deny the existence of the affair, but she laughed outright in Elke's face and rudely questioned her sanity. Elke had reached her breaking point when she had picked up the house phone yesterday and inadvertently overheard the lovers arranging their latest rendezvous. Her lips curled in disgust when she overheard what they had planned. Elke had quietly replaced the receiver in its cradle and resolved to put a stop to the affair once and for all. First, she would deal with that horrid woman—then it would be Philippe's turn. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 20, 2008 3:46:33 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. 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! You're a lot more charitable towards that drunken, vulgar tramp than I would be. She has done nothing but cling to Thorne, get loaded, and start her crap with Brooke. At this point, I cannot see a singe redeeming feature in Macy. As you said, she knows why Thorne married her, but instead of owning up to it like a real woman, she whines, begs Thorne for sex, and goes postal. I can't feel sorry for Thorne, either. Instead of confronting Brooke, he takes the coward's way out and marries poor pitiful Pearl, oops, I mean Macy.
And Hag is a piece of work. She has the nerve to screech "Tramp" and "Slut," when here she is, having trysts with her married lover. What a hypocrite.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 21, 2008 20:59:35 GMT -5
"Mr. Forrester," Detective Moretti started. "Let me just say that we're sorry for your tragedy. How is your wife doing by the way?" "Thank you for your kind words, detective. I'm sorry we all came at you the way we did, but as you can see, our entire family is concerned about my wife. She's the backbone of this family, and we want that person caught," Eric declared emphatically. "In answer to your question, though, she's in recovery, and they will be moving her to the ICU shortly." "Again, Mr. Forrester, you have our sympathies. We won't take up too much of your time, but we wanted to ask you some questions without being interrupted." "I'll cooperate in any way I can," Eric promised. The detectives took out their pads and commenced taking notes. "What were your wife's activities during the day?" Detective Blair asked. Eric went on to explain how Stephanie attended an emergency board meeting at Forrester Creations; that she spent most of the afternoon at a beauty salon and shopping; that she had gone home; called him at work; and how they had dinner together. "And, what time did you eat dinner?" "That would have been around 6:30 to 7:00 p.m. We don't like to eat late." "And, what did you and your wife do after dinner?" "We watched a little television, had an after-dinner sherry with some dessert and got ready for bed." "If your wife was getting ready for bed, why did she go out?" Detective Moretti wanted to know. "Well, I thought she was going to bed," Eric said, running his hands through his hair. "But, I had gotten in the bed and was reading over some papers. At some point, she came out of her dressing room, fully made up and with her raincoat on." "What time was that?" "That would have been between 10:30 and 11:00." "Mr. Forrester," Detective Blair asked. "Do you have any idea why your wife went to the office at that time of night?" "Well, no. I wasn't even aware that she was even going out, much less to the office," Eric responded. "She didn't even tell me where she was going. She just said she had something she needed to take care of and promised to be home soon. As a matter of fact, I was surprised that she was going out on such a nasty night." "Well, did she usually make a habit of going into the office late at night?" "No—not that I'm aware of." "And, you don't know of any emergency that would have required her to leave on such short notice?" "No," Eric answered wearily. "Perhaps she got a phone call," Detective Moretti theorized. "The only calls were from my daughter-in-law, Macy, and two people, who hung up without leaving a message." "What time were those calls, Mr. Forrester," Detective Moretti asked. "Well, according to our answering machine, Macy called at about 9:00. The other two came at 11:00, and just before midnight. I didn't check the messages until I woke up at 12:30 a.m. and realized that my wife wasn't home." "You still have the tape from your answering machine?" "Yes, of course," Eric said bristling. "Good—I want it as soon as possible." Detective Moretti said. Detective Blair scribbled furiously and made a note to obtain telephone records of all calls going in and out of the Forrester mansion in the past two weeks. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 21, 2008 21:03:47 GMT -5
The detectives continued to question Eric, inquiring about the Forrester Building's security. "And, who else has access to the building after hours?" Detective Moretti asked. "Just employees and the cleaning staff; no outsiders," Eric said. "Well, how secure is that building at night?" "What do you mean?" Eric asked defensively. "What I mean, Mr. Forrester, is does the building have any security cameras? I noticed that when we arrived at the crime scene, there appeared to be no security cameras or no concierge or night guard on duty." Eric started to get irritated. "Well, of course, we're a secured building!" He replied huffily. "While we don't have security cameras, not just anybody can get in! We have electronic security keys, which are issued to ALL employees!" Detective Blair became just as irritated, but struggled to maintain her cool. "Mr. Forrester—look! We're really not trying to give you a hard time. For starters, there were no signs of forced entry. Obviously, whoever shot your wife had free access to the building. Now, if we had a videotape from a security camera, that might have given us a clue. If the building had 24-hour guard service, or if there was some kind of log book that visitors had to sign, that would have also given us a clue as to the shooter's identity. Unfortunately, sir, that isn't the case. I also understand that the building is not all that secure even during business hours. Isn't it true that a Sally Spectra—a competitor—has often had free reign of areas that should ideally be secured from outsiders?" Eric had the good grace to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry." Eric said, immediately contrite. "I guess we could have done better." Then Eric’s memory was suddenly jogged. "Wait a second! I just remembered something. Every employee has to provide a set of fingerprints, which are kept on file by our head of security. So whoever was in that office ..." Eric trailed off. "Who's the head of security there?" Detective Moretti asked. "Joe Barnes is his name," Eric answered. "Mr. Forrester, I'm going to want all that data from Mr. Barnes. It would be appreciated if you would alert him, and I'll be over to retrieve it." Eric nodded his head and promised that Forrester's head of security would cooperate in every way possible. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 21, 2008 21:11:48 GMT -5
Elke emerged from her bedroom and made her way down the spiral staircase to the breakfast room. Frazier, the butler, had informed her that "Master Philippe" was not feeling well and had spent the night in the library. Elke, who barely acknowledged her servants except when she wanted them to do her bidding, shocked Frazier by warmly greeting and thanking him. Good, she thought smugly. He thought he could screw his whore last night! Just wait until he finds out that she's dead, she thought gleefully. Elke greeted her husband and kissed him on the cheek when she entered the breakfast room. The kitchen staff had set up breakfast on the ornate mahogany buffet in sterling silver chafing dishes. Sitting at the table, she directed Daphne, one of the maids, to serve her coffee, eggs Benedict with smoked salmon, and melon. When Elke saw her husband's ashen appearance, she smirked. However, her voice was all sweetness and light. "Did you have a difficult night, mon chẻr? You don't look well at all!" Philippe, who had been reading some business journals, sipped his coffee. He barely touched his French toast, strawberries and chicken sausage. " Non!" He grimaced. "I still have a headache and my stomach hurts! I must have drunk a little too much last night because I fell asleep in the library." Elke became solicitous and feigned sympathy. "Ohhhhh, you poor thing! Shall Elke make it better for you?" She cooed. Philippe glared suspiciously at his wife. "From whence does all this concern come from? You usually don't notice such things." Elke pretended to be scandalized. "Darling, how could you say such things! You know that I am always concerned about your health!" "Forgive me, ma chẻre." Philippe said, feeling guilty for suspecting that his wife was less than sincere. "I just don't know what is wrong with me. I could barely stand this morning." As she took in Philippe's discomfort, Elke smiled, as she knew full well the reason for his discomfort. The previous evening, Elke had poured a powerful sleeping powder into the decanter containing Philippe's prized Armagnac. After she had determined that he was out like a light and would not be in a position to go anywhere, she left the house with her gun (which she had one of the servants to discreetly purchase from some street hoodlum). She also borrowed the electronic key to the Forrester Building, which Stephanie had quietly given to Philippe a few weeks before. Frazier came into the breakfast room with two copies of that morning's edition of The L.A. Times. On the front page, the headlines blared: FORRESTER MATRIARCH SHOT—NEAR DEATH! Philippe visibly blanched, the color leaving his face. He coughed and nearly choked on his coffee. Sacrebleu! Non! It could not be! He thought in despair. Elke managed to suppress a smile at his discomfiture. She savored the headline although she was slightly annoyed that it did not say that that vile woman had actually died. But, she figured that would happen sooner or later. As Elke continued to read, she nibbled her breakfast and sipped her coffee. She suddenly dropped the delicate coffee cup, which shattered into several pieces, on the table. The coffee splattered onto her cream-colored Chanel suit, leaving a large stain. Philippe looked up from his paper, and Daphne rushed to pick up the coffee cup pieces. She frantically grabbed a linen napkin and futilely attempted to blot the stains on Elke's suit and the tablecloth. Elke became aggravated and snapped at Daphne. "Oh—GO AWAY, you stupid fool!" Although Daphne was used to Elke's sharp tongue and autocratic manner, she was near tears, as she was only trying to help. "What is the matter with you?" Philippe asked, astonished at his wife's sudden show of temper. Elke did not hear her husband's question. Her hands visibly shook, and she looked positively ill. In fact, she looked so sick that her skin had turned green. Philippe quickly rose and rushed to his wife's side and helped her from the table. He was fearful that she now had whatever seemed to be ailing him this morning. He snapped his fingers and spoke sharply in French. Cecile, who was Elke's personal maid, instantly appeared. They helped Elke into the parlor, as she looked as if she might vomit at any moment. Elke moved slowly and surrendered to her husband and Cecile's ministrations. Frankly, she could have cared less about her ruined suit, the broken porcelain cup or her breakfast. What did those things matter? Unbeknownst to Philippe, his wife's mood changed after she read the second paragraph of the Times article. Elke's stomach dropped to her knees as she continued to read. The article happily trumpeted the fact that the police found her gun at the scene of the crime. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 22, 2008 18:57:09 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair caught Eric off guard with another line of questioning. "Mr. Forrester, do you know who would want to kill or harm your wife? Or why?" Detective Moretti questioned. Eric replied, totally shocked at the question. "Stephanie is a wonderful woman! She's known for her generosity, her charitable works, her—" Detective Blair interrupted Eric and struggled not to give him a look of astonishment. Unbeknownst to Eric, Detectives Moretti and Blair had previously studied the department's file on the Forresters and the crimes of passion they invariably seemed to be involved in over the years. Of particular interest to them were the two files that catalogued the previous murder attempts against Stephanie. Detective Blair was also fully aware that a lot of people did not consider Stephanie to be such a wonderful person. "Mr. Forrester, with all due respect," she began. "We're not asking you for a dissertation on your wife's good works. We wanted to know if you knew of anyone who would want to harm your wife and why." Eric was offended. "No! Stephanie was loved by virtually everyone who knew her!" "Everyone? Weren't there at least two other attempts on Mrs. Forrester's life?" Detective Blair asked. "Well—yes, but that was by my ex-wife, Sheila. Besides—she was crazy!" "Uh huh," Detective Moretti replied cynically. "And, I understand now that another one of your ex-wives was at the scene of the shooting this evening. What was Miss Logan doing at the office at that time of night?" "She's been known to put in late hours from time to time." "What was the relationship like between your wife and Miss Logan?" Eric immediately became uncomfortable. "Well—it was ... it could be quite volatile at times." "How has it been recently?" Eric measured his words carefully, as he remembered the fireworks at the board meeting the previous morning. "Well, it hasn't been too great." Detective Moretti again surprised Eric with his next questions. "Has Miss Logan ever been known to be violent?" He asked abruptly. Eric blushed, as he recalled the slap Brooke gave him after her return from Venice. "Well ... she does have quite a temper at times," Eric responded. Detective Moretti had one last question. "Mr. Forrester, do you have reason to believe that Miss Logan may have had something to do with your wife's shooting?" Despite whatever animosity he may have felt for Brooke, the question stunned Eric. However, his eyes darkened as he reminisced about what happened at the emergency board meeting the previous morning. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 22, 2008 19:00:33 GMT -5
FLASHBACK: Eric had called an emergency board meeting in the company's executive boardroom. They were all assembled. Brooke, who suspected something was up, was already on guard. After the minutes of the previous meeting were read and approved, Eric announced the purpose of the meeting. "Brooke, as you know, you have a tendency to make rash decisions when you feel threatened or when you're upset. We appreciate your service here. However, we would like to talk about the possibility of buying out your shares and redistributing them to the rest of the shareholders. We also have little confidence in your ability to run this company in a professional and constructive manner. We—" Stephanie interrupted Eric, impatient to get on with it. "Oh, please! Let's just cut to the chase, Eric! The bottom line is this, Brooke! We want your ass OUT of here. Although the idea of paying you money to get rid of you is abominable to me, Eric and Ridge think it's the best way." Brooke's eyes had grown as wide as saucers as she looked around the table. Ridge looked distinctly uncomfortable and Thorne looked stricken. However, Eric and Stephanie looked determined. It was a strategy they had discussed at length the evening before with Ridge. They figured that Thorne was the weakest link and did not bother to consult with him. When the vote was taken, Thorne, as was expected, chose not to make the vote a unanimous one. Brooke had not taken this power move well at all. "Eric, you and Stephanie must be getting senile! Get the math right! I OWN 51% percent of this company! As for claiming to have no confidence in my ability to run it—what tripe! I am the one, who saved this company from financial ruin! I am the one, who has consistently made sure that we set trends in the industry! I am the one, who—" Stephanie abruptly stood and leaned across the table in Brooke's face. "I! I! I!" Stephanie mocked. "It's ALWAYS all about you, isn't it? Well, while you're sitting there bragging about your nonexistent accomplishments, let me enlighten you as to what you HAVE done!" Brooke immediately jumped out of her chair, ready to do battle. However, Stephanie relished the thought of putting this whore in her place. "ALL you have done," she continued, "is to consistently embarrass this company! Your vulgar lingerie line! Your sluttish ways! The only thing you HAVE managed to accomplish is using your body to get the men of THIS family to kiss your ass! Well, it's over! You are out of here!" Eric nodded his head in approval. "That's right! You tell her!" He murmured encouragingly to his wife. Brooke, seeing the smug sneer on Stephanie's face snapped. She lunged across the table and attempted to hit Stephanie. "I HATE YOU!" Brooke screamed. Ridge and Thorne leapt from their seats, each holding one of Brooke's arms in a futile attempt to restrain her. She struggled to free herself from Ridge and Thorne's grasps. Both men begged her to calm down. Brooke angrily ground her 3-inch heel into Ridge's shoe, causing him to lose his grip. "OUCH!" Ridge fell back into a chair and yelped in pain. Brooke broke free from Thorne, who desperately attempted to catch her before she could get to his mother. Brooke then rounded the table. Stephanie met her head on, as if daring her to even try it. "Come on," Stephanie goaded. "Come on—like the guttersnipe you are!" Brooke was more than ready for the challenge. Before she realized it, Brooke had pushed Stephanie back into her chair and raised a hand to slap her. Eric caught Brooke's hand in a steely grip. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!" Eric warned. "Get your hands off of her!" Thorne demanded as he moved threateningly toward his father. "Thank you, Thorne, but I don't need your help," Brooke snapped. Stephanie, who watched all this with a steely gaze, remarked derisively, "Eric, do you really think that we should have such common and crude trash running this company?" "No—I do NOT!" Eric responded. "That's why we took the course of action we did, Brooke. You are out of control!" Ridge, who had since recovered, came to Brooke's defense. "Okay, Mother—Dad! I think that's enough! Personally attacking Brooke isn't getting us anywhere!" Stephanie balefully glared at her sons and then at Brooke. "My two sons … still defending this tramp!" Stephanie laughed. "Never mind that they have beautiful wives, who are decent women! You would never know it though! They still want to lay in the gutter and rut with this bitch!" Brooke removed her shoe and threw it at Stephanie. A nonplussed Stephanie ducked and laughed. "A whore's trick!" She observed. An irate Eric retrieved the shoe and advanced toward Brooke. "Now see here—" he began. "Shut up, Eric!" Brooke yelled. "You and that stank bitter old hag deserve each other!" Eric shoved Brooke's shoe at her and ordered her to leave. "Take your shoe, and get the hell out of here!" "That's right!" Stephanie snapped. "You are DONE!" Brooke put her shoe on and made her way to the door. However, she turned and looked at the four of them. "You all disgust me! For so long, I wanted your respect and acceptance. Well, no more. You can all go rot in hell!" Stephanie, never one to let anyone else have the last word, shouted. "I bet YOU will get there before WE will, tramp!" "Go get LAID, you prehistoric hoe! It's not like your husband is man enough for the job anyway!" "Get out—NOW!" Stephanie shrieked in outrage. Brooke coldly regarded Stephanie. It was as if the room had darkened and they were the only two people present. "Do you know that I could kill you?" Brooke coldly and calmly commented. She opened the door and then she was gone. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 22, 2008 19:01:14 GMT -5
BACK TO THE PRESENT:
"Well, Mr. Forrester," Detective Moretti asked. "Do you have reason to believe that Brooke Logan had something to do with your wife's shooting?"
Eric, who may have been hesitant at first, now spoke with the conviction of his memories. "Yes," he replied firmly. "It's very possible."
"And, on what do you base that contention?"
"I heard her say as clear as a bell that she could kill my wife." Eric then proceeded to tell the detectives all that transpired at the meeting.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 22, 2008 19:40:07 GMT -5
Whoa, this is getting good!
The Forresters are so damn predictable. Hag is fueled by hatred of Brooke, Eric is a stupid fool who goes along with all her crap, and do not get me started on their stupid sons.
So there were two attempts on Hag's life, eh? Who, besides Sheila? And it is just like Eric to act as if THEY are to blame and not his wife.
It amazes me the way Hag's family dances to her tune. I am assuming she has been playing the "I am so helpless, I just had a stroke" card, yet here she is, taunting Brooke. Pity no one tells her that getting so worked up is not good for her.
And Eric is stupid to finger Brooke. I guess he has forgotten that Rick and Bridgette are his children and that he is blaming their mother for Hag being shot. I have a question for Eric, if Brooke HAD shot Hag, why the hell would she stay behind and call HIM? Wouldn't it make sense to shoot and run?
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Post by MissJr on Dec 23, 2008 9:58:52 GMT -5
Whoa, this is getting good!
The Forresters are so damn predictable. Hag is fueled by hatred of Brooke, Eric is a stupid fool who goes along with all her crap, and do not get me started on their stupid sons.
So there were two attempts on Hag's life, eh? Who, besides Sheila? And it is just like Eric to act as if THEY are to blame and not his wife.
It amazes me the way Hag's family dances to her tune. I am assuming she has been playing the "I am so helpless, I just had a stroke" card, yet here she is, taunting Brooke. Pity no one tells her that getting so worked up is not good for her.
And Eric is stupid to finger Brooke. I guess he has forgotten that Rick and Bridgette are his children and that he is blaming their mother for Hag being shot. I have a question for Eric, if Brooke HAD shot Hag, why the hell would she stay behind and call HIM? Wouldn't it make sense to shoot and run?
You have the Forresters' predictability pegged correctly. The more some things change, the more they stay the same. A lot of us who were watching at the time of the Venice mess were saddened to see how much Eric turned on Brooke and actually bought into Stephanie's skewed history--such as the outrageous lie that Brooke broke up Eric and Stephanie's happy marriage. Well, I had the pleasure of going back and watching my B&B tapes all weekend and from the beginning, it was clear that the Forresters' marital problems predated Eric's meeting with Brooke and his seeing Beth again. One of the first scenes Eric shared with Stephanie regarded a discussion on the state of their marriage, and he asked her point blank what she was getting out of it. It was also apparent that Eric rebuffed Stephanie's attempts to seduce him, and she was humiliated and hurt. That is one of the reasons she turned to Clarke Garrison, who went out of his way to reassure her of her sensuality. Eric concocting that Venice plan was such a huge departure for him and total rewrite of the character. I always thought that Stephanie used her supposed invalid status to guilt Thorne into remarrying Macy, and her dim-witted husband and oldest son were more than happy to play the heavies in her little drama. The one time Taylor attempted to tell Stephanie that getting worked up about Brooke wasn't good for her health, she was rewarded by nearly having her head bitten off. After that, no one other than Stephanie's doctor attempted to mention it again. True, Eric is as wrong as the day is long, but in all fairness, he honestly believes what he's telling the cops. All he has to go on is his memory of an event that only happened the day before. He also lulled himself into believing that Stephanie is well-loved by everyone around her. He's had quite a shock, is under considerable emotional strain, and clearly isn't thinking or asking himself the common sense questions. So he starts shooting his mouth off and doesn't consider the consequences to his youngest children or their mother. The two murder attempts were both by Sheila. One was the mercury poisoning and in 1998, Sheila attempted to drown Stephanie in the Forrester pool after confronting her about James. In all honesty, there was a third attempt when Sheila attacked Stephanie and pulled a gun on her during a fight where Amber was present. However, there is no Amber in this story. Plus, I wanted to give a more realistic portrayal of how Stephanie may have pissed off other people besides Sheila and the Logans. FYI--I found this YouTube clip of that catfight Sheila and Stephanie had by the pool in 1998: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJXzRN658QE
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Post by MissJr on Dec 23, 2008 16:33:57 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3 – BAD GIRLSPhyllis Summers read the front page of the Los Angeles Times and cursed in frustration. There were times when she could have sworn that if it weren't for bad luck, she would have no luck at all. Her track record was horrendous. Phyllis could not keep a man or a job to save her mama's life. She even failed to retain custody of her own son, losing him to a man who was not even his biological father. Phyllis' eyes glittered in fury when she thought about the "oh, so perfect" Christine “the Bug” Williams. How she hated that bitch! Phyllis had been staying in a bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel ever since she arrived in Los Angeles four weeks ago. However, she needed a job, and she needed one soon. Her cash was nearly gone, and she was becoming increasingly desperate for money. It did not occur to Phyllis that she should curb her champagne tastes and caviar dreams. "Why should I?" She reasoned. As long as there was a man around to pick up the tab, Phyllis was not about to change her spendthrift ways. As far as she was concerned, her expensive wardrobe and salon and spa treatments were investments. True, she had to put out for a couple of gentlemen callers, but Phyllis did not consider herself a whore. She had no problem using her body to get what she wanted from men stupid enough to pay for something they could have easily gotten for free. Phyllis could not believe her luck when she saw an obviously disturbed Ridge Forrester dining alone at Spago yesterday. He was handsome and exuded money. Phyllis convinced herself that that expensive bottle of Sauvignon Blanc was going to be another investment. Ridge was obviously interested in her professionally. In addition, if his erection was any indication, he was definitely interested in her personally, as well. "I just know it!" Phyllis gloated to herself. "Soon, I will be rocking his world like it's never been rocked before!" Ridge's wife was of no concern to Phyllis. She had ways of dealing with wives who refused to move on and other obstacles. Suddenly, Phyllis' features underwent a dramatic transformation. Her mouth curled into a sneer, and her features were contorted. In that moment, her face revealed the evil that barely lurked beneath her soul. She recalled how she eliminated an obstacle named Sasha from her life. She recalled how she hired a couple of armed thugs to kidnap Michael Baldwin when his attentions seemed to be waning. She recalled how close she came to killing Christine Williams. Hopefully, she will never have to do anything that drastic to Taylor Forrester. But if Mrs. Forrester stood in her way ... Phyllis mused while in a trance-like state. Last night, she went online and did as much research as she could on the Forresters and Forrester Creations. Begrudgingly, Phyllis conceded that Taylor Forrester was beautiful. However, when she saw Taylor's computer-generated image, Phyllis scoffed, "She's not that special!" Phyllis had always been confident in her own power, her seductiveness and what she considered the "magic box" between her legs. Now that Stephanie Forrester was laid up in the hospital near death, Ridge would be distracted. "Damn!" Phyllis complained. "Why did the old bat have to go and get herself shot?" Phyllis did not believe in delayed gratification and felt that Stephanie managed to get herself shot just to piss her off. "How could she DO this to me? The old bitch! If I weren't such a lady, I would go to that hospital and shoot her myself!" Phyllis felt no shame about her irreverent attitude or lack of sympathy. She had always lacked empathy for others, and now was no exception. As far as she was concerned, Stephanie deserved no sympathy, as the old woman was keeping her from what she wanted. Phyllis now had to find a way to regain and to keep Ridge's attention. Suddenly, Phyllis' face underwent another metamorphosis. An ethereal glow suffused her features. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes brightened. Phyllis smiled, as she thought of a brilliant plan that would get her access to Ridge and that would surely impress him. "First—a job with Ridge Forrester's company, then his bed!" She shivered in anticipation when she thought about that big joystick beneath the fly of Ridge's pants. Phyllis had a lot of work to do. However, she was momentarily distracted. She found herself getting turned on just at the thought of Ridge giving her what she craved. She removed her red silk kimono and touched her breasts. The Whipples immediately stood at attention and Phyllis moaned. She then slowly moved her hands down her torso. "Ohhhh, Ridge!" She gasped softly, as she moved her hips slowly, longing for the day when she could have Ridge for real. Unable to stand it any longer, Phyllis crawled back under the covers of the unmade queen-size bed. She would close her eyes and fantasize about Ridge. First—she would take care of her immediate needs; then she would get to work on making her fantasy a reality. _______________
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Eric felt drained. He recounted his story to Detectives Moretti and Blair, who listened intently to Eric's narrative. Immediately, both of them mentally noted some inconsistencies, which they chose to remain mum about. "Mr. Forrester," Moretti started. "These are some very serious allegations that you've made. To your knowledge, did your sons hear Ms. Logan say she could kill your wife?" "Of course, they did!" Eric snorted. "So—if we talked to them, they would corroborate everything that you told us." Detective Blair stated. "They had better!" Eric growled. He missed the look that passed between the detectives. "Okay, sir. That's all the questions we have for now. Please be sure to get that tape of those phone calls to us, and contact your head of security." Detective Moretti reminded Eric. "Yes—I will do all that you ask." Eric said. "By the way—uh, when will you be arresting Brooke Logan?" "Mr. Forrester, as you know, we have to have physical and corroborative evidence, and we are only in the beginning stages of our investigation." Detective Blair responded. "Also, keep in mind that we have to look at the possibility of other suspects. As of now, everyone is a suspect. In fact, until we can ascertain your whereabouts during the time in question, you are also a suspect." Detective Moretti said. Eric was outraged. His face had turned purple and mottled. "How DARE you accuse me?" He snarled in anger. "I have NEVER laid a hand on my wife!" Detective Moretti was unaffected by Eric's anger. "Sorry sir, but it is standard procedure." Eric merely glared at the detectives as they walked away. After the detectives left Eric, they shared their observations. "You know we have to interview Brooke Logan. Her statement is incomplete and virtually useless." Detective Moretti commented. "Al, did you get the sense that the old man wasn't very candid about everything that went on in that meeting?" "You better know it. You know how you can have seven witnesses at the scene of an accident. They all saw the same collision, but they will have seven different versions of what happened. They’re not necessarily lying, and you often get a lot of opinions and conjecture along with their observations. The truth is always somewhere in between. That's why it is imperative that we interview the Forrester boys. I get the distinct impression that their story will be wildly different from their father's." "So do I. I just find it hard to believe that Brooke Logan just got all up in that woman's face and Stephanie Forrester did nothing to provoke it. Please!" "Exactly! It doesn't quite jibe with what we both know about her temperament. Not only that—but you and I both know that she gave back as good as she got." Detective Moretti commented. "Mmm hmm. Why would this Brooke Logan go through all this drama, shoot the old lady, and then call 911 after the fact—knowing full well that she would be the first one people suspected?" "It makes no sense to me either." Detective Moretti said. "Now either Ms. Logan missed her calling as an actress, or she's a sociopath." "Or she's an idiot. Why would she have left the gun laying around for the police to find?" Detective Blair asked. She barely managed to suppress a giggle, which her partner did not miss. "And, what is so funny, young lady?" Detective Moretti asked. "I'm sorry, but that man really cracks me up!" "Come on—the guy's going through a rough time of it. What's so funny about that?" "He's standing there bragging that he never laid a hand on his wife as if he deserves a badge of honor or something!" Detective Moretti rolled his eyes. "And, your point is?" He asked. "Don't you get it? Yeah—he didn't lay a hand on her! That's why she's out catting around and getting it from somebody who not only laid a hand on her, but laid something on her so FIERCE that she's obviously going back for more!" Detective Moretti allowed himself a snicker at his partner's comments. "You are too much sometimes! You know that?" "Say what you want, Al. But, you know this is ALL about sex." "We don't know that yet," Detective Moretti warned. "Whatever! But, I can't help but to feel a little sorry for the guy. Not only may his wife die, but he's also going to learn that somebody else was hittin' it." "Well, if it's true, I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. These things always have a way of coming out." "They sure do, Al. They sure do." Detective Moretti, however, was still not fully convinced that Stephanie Forrester was having an affair. He made a mental note to carefully scrutinize her medical records. He wanted to find out if one or both of the Forresters had a viral STD like herpes. That could possibly explain why a married woman well past her childbearing years would still need to use condoms. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 24, 2008 10:50:13 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3 – BAD GIRLSPhyllis could not keep a man or a job to save her mama's life. She even failed to retain custody of her own son, losing him to a man who was not even his biological father. It did not occur to Phyllis that she should curb her champagne tastes and caviar dreams. "Why should I?" She reasoned. As long as there was a man around to pick up the tab, Phyllis was not about to change her spendthrift ways. True, she had to put out for a couple of gentlemen callers, but Phyllis did not consider herself a whore. She had no problem using her body to get what she wanted from men stupid enough to pay for something they could have easily gotten for free. Gotta love Phyllis! She is a real trip. She has this ability to rationalize and compartmentalize her various felonies. Kinda like Stephanie. And she has a twisted sense of humor.
So Phyllis doesn't think that she is a whore, eh? Well, what is her definition of a whore?
And now she has her sights set on Ridge. Well, the needy narcissist needs someone to stroke his ego (Among other things), now that Brooke has to deal with the ingrates and the backstabbers. I hope she puts him through the wringer!
Too bad Steph is incapacitated, methinks after dealing with an unscrupulous vixen like Phyllis, who is to "Sex as a weapon" like Ken Lay is to screwing over employees, Brooke and her supposed "sins" are going to look like Mother Theresa in the old bat's eyes.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 24, 2008 12:04:20 GMT -5
CHAPTER 3 – BAD GIRLSPhyllis could not keep a man or a job to save her mama's life. She even failed to retain custody of her own son, losing him to a man who was not even his biological father. It did not occur to Phyllis that she should curb her champagne tastes and caviar dreams. "Why should I?" She reasoned. As long as there was a man around to pick up the tab, Phyllis was not about to change her spendthrift ways. True, she had to put out for a couple of gentlemen callers, but Phyllis did not consider herself a whore. She had no problem using her body to get what she wanted from men stupid enough to pay for something they could have easily gotten for free. Gotta love Phyllis! She is a real trip. She has this ability to rationalize and compartmentalize her various felonies. Kinda like Stephanie. And she has a twisted sense of humor.
So Phyllis doesn't think that she is a whore, eh? Well, what is her definition of a whore?
And now she has her sights set on Ridge. Well, the needy narcissist needs someone to stroke his ego (Among other things), now that Brooke has to deal with the ingrates and the backstabbers. I hope she puts him through the wringer!
Too bad Steph is incapacitated, methinks after dealing with an unscrupulous vixen like Phyllis, who is to "Sex as a weapon" like Ken Lay is to screwing over employees, Brooke and her supposed "sins" are going to look like Mother Theresa in the old bat's eyes.I have to take my hat off to the late Bill Bell, who created vixens and classic villianesses like Sheila and Phyllis. I have no idea how long he intended for these two characters to remain on canvas, but they were wildly popular with fans. I remember how Bill Bell's Phyllis had me shaking in my own shoes! That chick was no joke! I remember how she would loudly discuss her schemes with herself and little Daniel's nanny, who sometimes encouraged her madness but knew on some level that Phyllis was batsh*t crazy. Phyllis' eyes would flash and her voice would rise and she would go nuts when she screamed that Christine would NOT get her husband. Never mind the lengths she went to get Danny herself. The watered-down Phyllis we have now (yes, even with her foolishness with Sharon and Jack) was LML's concoction and no where close to the way Phyllis was originally conceived. I tell my husband sometimes when he gets irritated with Chloe that Lily is actually lucky because Chloe is a walk in the park compared to the way Phyllis was when she first arrived in GC. Both versions of Phyllis though are quite adept at rationalizing behavior and for being their own worst enemies. It's amusing watching Phyllis get on her high horse with Sharon about "MY HUSBAND!" while willfully ignoring how she got her little boy-husband in the first place. This Phyllis is closer to the one Bill Bell created. She is confident but scheming at the same time. Sometimes her schemes get out of hand and people get hurt. She makes the leap from a mild flirtation with Ridge should actually translate to getting rid of Taylor. And she sees nothing wrong with it. All she sees is Ridge's covering--the money. I could almost feel sorry for Ridge, but I won't. He has NO idea who he's dealing with, does he? I do feel sorry for his family though because they didn't ask for what is to come. And, no Phyllis does not consider herself a whore; according to her, she's such a lady that she just can't bring herself to shoot Stephanie!
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Post by MissJr on Dec 24, 2008 12:37:55 GMT -5
Elke Chevalier was totally beside herself. As she reclined on the Queen Anne sofa in the parlor, she began to hyperventilate. "How could something like this have happened," she angrily asked herself. She had been so careful! Although she wore her driving gloves when she handled the gun, Elke was still fearful that the police would trace the gun back to her. As she continued to work herself into a frenzy, her mind worked overtime. Suppose that awful thug remembered Ricco, her chauffer? She had to find out whether Ricco was driving her Rolls that day or his beat-up Miata when he bought the gun. If that thug remembered the Rolls and its license number . . . it just did not bear thinking about! If she left her gun behind, what else could she have possibly left behind or missed? Then the most frightening thought of all went through Elke's mind. Mon Dieu! What if that despicable woman actually LIVES? Elke's upper lip became beaded with sweat and she wrung her hands helplessly as she imagined the police knocking on her door to arrest her any day now. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 24, 2008 12:41:23 GMT -5
Stephanie had finally been moved to a room in the hospital's Intensive Care Unit. She was still groggy from the anesthesia and drifted in and out of sleep. The ICU staff routinely monitored her pressure and checked her IV bag. Earlier, she had a catheter inserted due to her inability to get up to use the bathroom on her own. Had Stephanie known about the catheter, she would have rebelled against this particular indignity. More than likely, she would continue to need the colostomy bag indefinitely. If and when Stephanie had the bullet removed from her back, her prognosis would be uncertain. Dr. Sussman checked on his patient and made progress notes on her medical chart before he went to the waiting room to speak to her family. Ridge was the first to see Dr. Sussman arriving. "Doctor! How is my mother? Can we go in and see her now?" Ridge demanded. "Mr. Forrester, your mother is in ICU and she's now resting. Her condition is still critical. Keep in mind that she is still quite groggy. I must insist that only one or two of you go in at a time. I must also insist that you not upset her in any way and that you limit your visit to 10 minutes." "Thank you so much, Dr. Sussman," a grateful Macy said. "Taylor and I will go in first," Ridge announced. He and Taylor then made their way to Stephanie's room. Ridge felt a sense of deja vu all over again. Nearly a year ago, his mother had her stroke and was hooked up to all kinds of machines. As Ridge watched her, he felt numb at seeing his usually strong mother so helpless. When he saw the machine that monitored her heartbeat, tears streamed down his face. Taylor squeezed his hand comfortingly. Ridge sat by his mother's bedside and held onto her hand as if by sheer force of will, he could cause her to wake up and be well again. Taylor also took a seat at Stephanie's bedside and did what she could to comfort her husband. "Mother!" Ridge sobbed, his voice cracking. "I don't know who did this to you and why. Just know that we love you so much!" Taylor nodded in affirmation and whispered to hear dearest friend. "Please, Stephanie. You must get better soon. We are all praying for you. My children need you; I need you!" Ridge and Taylor then sat in companionable silence. The machines beeped, whirred and whizzed in the silent room, assuring them that Stephanie was still alive. "Shall we pray?" Taylor quietly asked. "Yes!" Ridge nodded, his eyes still wet with tears. The two held each other's hands, as well as Stephanie's and bowed their heads in prayer. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 24, 2008 12:45:46 GMT -5
A relaxed and rejuvenated Phyllis showered, got dressed and caught a cab to Damon's Photography Studio on Wilshire Blvd. Damon was one of the most preeminent photographers in Los Angeles and expensive, too. As Phyllis entered the studio, she perused the photos of several celebrities, including actresses, models and political figures. "Not bad," Phyllis whispered. Phyllis spoke to Sharon, the brunette receptionist, who sat behind her desk playing solitaire on her PC. She seemed totally nonchalant about her lack of professionalism. "May I help you?" Sharon drawled lazily, barely taking her eyes off her computer screen. "As a matter of fact, yes." Phyllis snapped, totally miffed that this lowly receptionist did not recognize a future star when she saw one. "My name is Phyllis Summers, and I have a noon appointment with Damon." She sniffed. "Sure you do," Sharon said lazily. She then buzzed Damon. "Damon! Move ya ass! Some chick's here to see you!" Sharon eyed Phyllis and remarked, "I suggest you have a seat. He'll be out shortly." Phyllis was thoroughly annoyed by now and sat down in anger. "Peasant!" She sniped under her breath. She looked at the other women, who were also waiting to see Damon. No competition, Phyllis thought. She then fixed her face into a pleasant smile as she waited for Damon. Ten minutes later, a pale, tall, gangly man, with ferret-like eyes and moss-green teeth entered the reception area. Sharon managed to stop playing solitaire long enough to point a long red talon in Phyllis' direction. When Damon smiled, Phyllis noticed that those teeth were small and sharp—like a piranha's. Damon introduced himself to Phyllis, who had to control the urge to recoil in revulsion at the apparition before her. "Come on back and let's see what we're working with," he ordered. Phyllis followed Damon to a room that was fitted with props, lights and cameras. Another section of the room had a fully appointed make-up table, where a purple-haired make-up artist waited. Yet, another section contained several clothing racks filled with clothing. An Asian woman rearranged some of the clothing, and set some aside. "So, Phyllis, have you modeled before?" Damon asked. "Yes," she replied. "While I have done some runway work, most of my jobs have been print ads." Damon appraised Phyllis and nodded his head in approval. "You have good bone structure, great posture. Yes—I can definitely do work with something like this." Phyllis was startled by what Damon had to say next. "Remove the clothes, love! ALL of them!" "Wh--what?" Phyllis stammered. "Oh, don't go getting all prudish on me now! Take off the dress and drop your drawers!" "Why?" Phyllis demanded. "Well, first of all, Miss Prude, I want to get a full appreciation for what I'm working with. We also have an assortment of clothing that we want you to try. But, I will also have Cheri to make you up. Not just your face, but your body, as well. Your figure is perfect. So, I think I may want to do some artsy nudes in black and white after the other shots." Phyllis nodded and proceeded to do as she was told. Once she was completely nude, Damon openly leered at her, which sent a shiver down Phyllis' spine. "Is this okay?" She asked nervously. "Yes, everything is puuuurrrfect," Damon said slowly. He reached out and fingered one of Phyllis' breasts, and she struggled not to cringe in disgust. Heedless of Phyllis' discomfort, Damon said, "Okay, Phyllis! Let's get this show on the road!" _______________
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Post by lalogan on Dec 24, 2008 13:22:18 GMT -5
Stephanie had finally been moved to a room in the hospital's Intensive Care Unit. She was still groggy from the anesthesia and drifted in and out of sleep. The ICU staff routinely monitored her pressure and checked her IV bag. Earlier, she had a catheter inserted due to her inability to get up to use the bathroom on her own. Had Stephanie known about the catheter, she would have rebelled against this particular indignity. More than likely, she would continue to need the colostomy bag indefinitely. If and when Stephanie had the bullet removed from her back, her prognosis would be uncertain. Dr. Sussman checked on his patient and made progress notes on her medical chart before he went to the waiting room to speak to her family. Ridge was the first to see Dr. Sussman arriving. "Doctor! How is my mother? Can we go in and see her now?" Ridge demanded. "Mr. Forrester, your mother is in ICU and she's now resting. Her condition is still critical. Keep in mind that she is still quite groggy. I must insist that only one or two of you go in at a time. I must also insist that you not upset her in any way and that you limit your visit to 10 minutes." "Thank you so much, Dr. Sussman," a grateful Macy said. "Taylor and I will go in first," Ridge announced. He and Taylor then made their way to Stephanie's room. Ridge felt a sense of deja vu all over again. Nearly a year ago, his mother had her stroke and was hooked up to all kinds of machines. As Ridge watched her, he felt numb at seeing his usually strong mother so helpless. When he saw the machine that monitored her heartbeat, tears streamed down his face. Taylor squeezed his hand comfortingly. Ridge sat by his mother's bedside and held onto her hand as if by sheer force of will, he could cause her to wake up and be well again. Taylor also took a seat at Stephanie's bedside and did what she could to comfort her husband. "Mother!" Ridge sobbed, his voice cracking. "I don't know who did this to you and why. Just know that we love you so much!" Taylor nodded in affirmation and whispered to hear dearest friend. "Please, Stephanie. You must get better soon. We are all praying for you. My children need you; I need you!" Ridge and Taylor then sat in companionable silence. The machines beeped, whirred and whizzed in the silent room, assuring them that Stephanie was still alive. "Shall we pray?" Taylor quietly asked. "Yes!" Ridge nodded, his eyes still wet with tears. The two held each other's hands, as well as Stephanie's and bowed their heads in prayer. _______________ Well done as always, MissJr! I almost felt sympathy for Ugly and Taydrunk in this scene. That doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. It takes a writer with tremendous talent to make me almost feel sympathy for those two worthless scumbags.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 25, 2008 13:47:16 GMT -5
Elke Chevalier was totally beside herself. As she reclined on the Queen Anne sofa in the parlor, she began to hyperventilate. "How could something like this have happened," she angrily asked herself. She had been so careful! Although she wore her driving gloves when she handled the gun, Elke was still fearful that the police would trace the gun back to her. As she continued to work herself into a frenzy, her mind worked overtime. Suppose that awful thug remembered Ricco, her chauffer? She had to find out whether Ricco was driving her Rolls that day or his beat-up Miata when he bought the gun. If that thug remembered the Rolls and its license number . . . it just did not bear thinking about! If she left her gun behind, what else could she have possibly left behind or missed? Then the most frightening thought of all went through Elke's mind. Mon Dieu! What if that despicable woman actually LIVES? Elke's upper lip became beaded with sweat and she wrung her hands helplessly as she imagined the police knocking on her door to arrest her any day now. _______________ Boy, Elke is a trip! She is as vicious as Hag when it comes to keeping her man on a leash. To her credit, however, she has plans for the jerk who is spitting on their wedding vows.
And Philippe is an idiot. With the way Elke is no doubt freaking out, I am surprised he doesn't notice. I am wondering about the gun and whom it is registered to. Even if it has Brooke's prints on it, it isn't hers.
And yes, Phyllis has real nerve acting all defensive about Sharon and Nick these days. She screwed a married man repeatedly, and was rewarded by a shotgun wedding. Not that I am excusing Nick, he is a dog and I hope Sharon never takes him back.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 26, 2008 9:21:21 GMT -5
Stephanie had finally been moved to a room in the hospital's Intensive Care Unit. She was still groggy from the anesthesia and drifted in and out of sleep. The ICU staff routinely monitored her pressure and checked her IV bag. Earlier, she had a catheter inserted due to her inability to get up to use the bathroom on her own. Had Stephanie known about the catheter, she would have rebelled against this particular indignity. More than likely, she would continue to need the colostomy bag indefinitely. If and when Stephanie had the bullet removed from her back, her prognosis would be uncertain. Dr. Sussman checked on his patient and made progress notes on her medical chart before he went to the waiting room to speak to her family. Ridge was the first to see Dr. Sussman arriving. "Doctor! How is my mother? Can we go in and see her now?" Ridge demanded. "Mr. Forrester, your mother is in ICU and she's now resting. Her condition is still critical. Keep in mind that she is still quite groggy. I must insist that only one or two of you go in at a time. I must also insist that you not upset her in any way and that you limit your visit to 10 minutes." "Thank you so much, Dr. Sussman," a grateful Macy said. "Taylor and I will go in first," Ridge announced. He and Taylor then made their way to Stephanie's room. Ridge felt a sense of deja vu all over again. Nearly a year ago, his mother had her stroke and was hooked up to all kinds of machines. As Ridge watched her, he felt numb at seeing his usually strong mother so helpless. When he saw the machine that monitored her heartbeat, tears streamed down his face. Taylor squeezed his hand comfortingly. Ridge sat by his mother's bedside and held onto her hand as if by sheer force of will, he could cause her to wake up and be well again. Taylor also took a seat at Stephanie's bedside and did what she could to comfort her husband. "Mother!" Ridge sobbed, his voice cracking. "I don't know who did this to you and why. Just know that we love you so much!" Taylor nodded in affirmation and whispered to hear dearest friend. "Please, Stephanie. You must get better soon. We are all praying for you. My children need you; I need you!" Ridge and Taylor then sat in companionable silence. The machines beeped, whirred and whizzed in the silent room, assuring them that Stephanie was still alive. "Shall we pray?" Taylor quietly asked. "Yes!" Ridge nodded, his eyes still wet with tears. The two held each other's hands, as well as Stephanie's and bowed their heads in prayer. _______________ Well done as always, MissJr! I almost felt sympathy for Ugly and Taydrunk in this scene. That doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. It takes a writer with tremendous talent to make me almost feel sympathy for those two worthless scumbags. Why thank you! I consider this the highest compliment! Sometimes we can hate a character so much that we forget that there are people who actually do love them. For Ridge, the one constant in his life has been Stephanie. As dubious as Stephanie and Taylor's relationship is, I'm sure that they genuinely love one another.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 26, 2008 9:27:01 GMT -5
Elke Chevalier was totally beside herself. As she reclined on the Queen Anne sofa in the parlor, she began to hyperventilate. "How could something like this have happened," she angrily asked herself. She had been so careful! Although she wore her driving gloves when she handled the gun, Elke was still fearful that the police would trace the gun back to her. As she continued to work herself into a frenzy, her mind worked overtime. Suppose that awful thug remembered Ricco, her chauffer? She had to find out whether Ricco was driving her Rolls that day or his beat-up Miata when he bought the gun. If that thug remembered the Rolls and its license number . . . it just did not bear thinking about! If she left her gun behind, what else could she have possibly left behind or missed? Then the most frightening thought of all went through Elke's mind. Mon Dieu! What if that despicable woman actually LIVES? Elke's upper lip became beaded with sweat and she wrung her hands helplessly as she imagined the police knocking on her door to arrest her any day now. _______________ Boy, Elke is a trip! She is as vicious as Hag when it comes to keeping her man on a leash. To her credit, however, she has plans for the jerk who is spitting on their wedding vows.
And Philippe is an idiot. With the way Elke is no doubt freaking out, I am surprised he doesn't notice. I am wondering about the gun and whom it is registered to. Even if it has Brooke's prints on it, it isn't hers.
And yes, Phyllis has real nerve acting all defensive about Sharon and Nick these days. She screwed a married man repeatedly, and was rewarded by a shotgun wedding. Not that I am excusing Nick, he is a dog and I hope Sharon never takes him back.Elke could be a candidate for that Tru-TV show, "America's Dumbest Criminals." She has never done anything of this magnitude before and only thought through her plan (such as it was) from Point A to Point B, without thinking of contingency or backup plans in case things went awry. Now that Stephanie seems to have survived the shooting, Elke has huge worries. She also had someone in her employ to get the gun for her, and you know how these things work. Usually, the coverup is worse than, or magnifies, the original crime. Her husband is consumed with business, and it's easy to convince himself that his wife is--and should be--content with her life. As for the gun, we'll find out more about it in later installments. Hopefully, Brooke won't be arrested!
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Dec 26, 2008 9:49:56 GMT -5
Brooke, Rick and Bridget headed upstairs to the ICU unit after stopping by the information desk. Rick was on edge and prepared himself for the worst. His mom could be so naïve and trusting at times, he thought. He had long appointed himself as the man of the house and felt it was his duty to protect his mother and sister. Bridget was nervous and hesitant. Brooke walked with determination heedless of any possible unpleasantness. As they got off the elevator, Thorne and Macy immediately saw them. Thorne took in Brooke in her simple black jersey knit top, tight black acid wash jeans and Biba boots. He could barely contain the joy he felt upon seeing her and made no effort to hide the love in his eyes. Brooke was oblivious to the way Thorne looked at her. However, Macy was not, and rolled her eyes in irritation. Thorne rushed toward Brooke, Rick and Bridget. "Thank you all for coming!" He said. "Thorne! How is she?" Brooke asked. "Mother is resting and we can all go in to see her one or two at a time. But, the doctor only wants us to visit for just 10 minutes." "Thank God, she's alive!" Brooke said in relief. Brooke and Thorne embraced each other as Macy looked on in annoyance. They separated, and Brooke hugged both of her children, who returned her embrace. Ridge and Taylor walked hand in hand into the waiting area. Rick's face hardened when he saw them approach, and Bridget became sullen. "Logan! Thank God you're here!" Ridge hurried over and embraced Brooke tightly. She stiffly returned his hug. "Brooke, thank you for saving my mother's life!" Ridge said emotionally. Taylor nodded in agreement. "We are all grateful," she said. "Thank you, but I'm just glad I got to the office when I did. How is Stephanie doing?" Brooke asked. "The doctor said her condition is still critical. Right now, she's still sleeping. She was hurt really badly though, Logan." Ridge responded. "I'm really sorry," Brooke said softly. Thorne again thanked Brooke and embraced her. "Brooke, thank you so much for everything," Thorne said, his voice full of emotion. His eyes searched hers, but she quickly looked away. Macy, who had been doing a slow burn, spoke up in irritation. "Okay, Brooke! You've done your good deed for the day. Don't you think you should LEAVE now?" Thorne was shocked by his wife's lack of graciousness. "Macy! What is wrong with you?" Rick, who had been silently counting to 10, was pissed. He should have known that sooner or later someone was going to show his or her ass! However, he pointedly ignored Macy, choosing to address Thorne instead. "So—uh, Thorne," he asked scathingly. "Don't you think you need to put your woman in check?" Thorne and Macy were both outraged at his insolence. "What the hell?" Thorne asked. "What I think is that you need to watch your mouth, boy!" "Make me!" Rick impudently challenged. Happy to oblige, Thorne advanced on him. "Stop it, Thorne!" Macy yelled, as she held him back. Brooke was annoyed with Rick's rudeness, convinced that he had come to the hospital looking for a fight. "Rick!" Brooke scolded. "Now you KNOW better! I warned you before we left home! I am NOT having this!" "Your mother is right, Rick! You sure do know better!" Ridge added sternly. "I suggest you apologize to Thorne and Macy!" "When pigs fly!" Rick spat rudely. "Unlike you and your wife, Ridge, I don't make apologies that I don't mean!" Ridge felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. Taylor was clearly embarrassed. "Rick!" Brooke shouted. "This is NOT the time OR the place!" However, Macy had had enough. "Is THIS the kind of manners and disrespect you raised your son with? Why are you even HERE? " Macy demanded. "We were all doing fine until you showed up! Wherever you go, there's nothing but trouble! You're such a hypocrite! You know you never cared for Stephanie! You have tortured that poor woman for nearly 20 years and did everything you could to ruin her life! Now, you have the unmitigated gall to come in here as if you really cared. All you ever think about is yourself and how you can make yourself look good to Ridge and Thorne!" Brooke lunged for Macy, and Ridge moved quickly to hold her back. Macy, in turn, lunged for Brooke, while Thorne placed a firm arm around her waist to restrain her. "Don't you TALK about my mom that way, you piece of sh—you drunken dipstick!" Bridget screamed angrily. Taylor, shocked at how quickly things escalated, attempted to calm the tempers that had flared. "Everyone—please! There's no need to create a scene here!" As she attempted to hug Bridget, Bridget deftly moved away from her. Bridget's action stung Taylor. What had she done to deserve that, Taylor wondered. She then looked in annoyance at Brooke. As much as she hated to admit it, Macy was right. Everything was fine until Brooke showed up."Get your hands off my mother!" Rick demanded. Ridge let Brooke go and she struggled to compose herself. Thorne for his part, dragged a protesting Macy to another side of the room. "Macy—what in the hell is your problem?" Thorne demanded. "I HAVE no problem!" Macy yelled. "No—let me amend that. My problem is BROOKE!" Thorne was livid. "Macy, my mother is in this hospital possibly dying! Even if she lives, she may never walk again! There is a shooter out there, who the police have yet to catch! But, does any of that matter to you? No! All you can do is gripe, whine and bitch about Brooke. And, when you're NOT doing that, you're attacking her. Your behavior is embarrassing and I'm sick of it! Brooke came all the way up here to see how my mother was doing and brought the kids to support Dad. You owe her an apology!" Macy was irked by Thorne's attitude. Oh no, he was NOT blaming her for what happened! "I owe that slut nothing but a good ass whipping!" Macy snapped. "You have a whole lot of nerve, Thorne! You talk about MY behavior being embarrassing? Look at yourself! The moment Brooke walked off that elevator, you're looking at her like a lovesick puppy or something. It's disgusting and I will NOT have it! And you want to talk about priorities? Well, Thorne, you evidently have memory problems. Why is it that every time that woman is around, you can't seem to remember that I am your wife? I will apologize to Brooke when you start acting like you are MY husband and not hers!" With that, Macy turned on her heel and stomped off. Thorne was not only embarrassed about his wife's behavior, but he was embarrassed that his love for Brooke was so obvious. "Where are you going?" He demanded, trying to save face. "To the cafeteria!" Macy said as she headed out the door. Taylor openly glowered at Brooke, and shook her head in disgust. Brooke glowered back, wondering if her face had turned green or something. "I'll join you, Macy!" Taylor said, as she flashed an angry look at Ridge. The two women headed to the cafeteria, a textbook study in pissivity. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Dec 26, 2008 9:53:37 GMT -5
An annoyed Eric left the men's restroom after splashing cold water on his face. The nerve of those detectives! He all but told them who his wife's attacker was, and all they could do was question him about what his sons would say. Then to add insult to injury, they actually accused him of being a suspect! He—who treated his wife like a queen and a goddess! Eric swore under his breath. "When this investigation is over, I will have their badges!" He turned the corner to go into the ICU waiting area. He stopped shortly when he saw what was before him. His frown turned into a smile when he saw his youngest children. "Thank God, they are here!" He whispered. Then his eyes focused on the woman, whom he by now was convinced was responsible for his wife's attempted murder. There she was! Looking strong, young and healthy in her tight jeans and top, while his wife hovered between life and death. He strode with determination toward the object of his scorn. "By God—I will not tolerate that woman's destruction of my family another minute!" Eric vowed. _______________
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