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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 3, 2009 2:46:32 GMT -5
Sally Spectra sat in her small office reading that morning's newspaper and was shocked by what she read. Adam shook his head admiringly at his "Red," who was wearing another of her Grand Diva outfits. Only Sally could wear something like the outfit she had on and pull it off, he thought. Today she had on an orange, rust and fuchsia print satin dress, with matching fuchsia pumps. The dress was cut extremely low in the front, and Sally's massive bosom threatened to escape if she breathed too hard. Her red crown of glory was moussed and pouffed—despite the fact such a look had gone out in the 1980's. Her heavy makeup did very little to soften her course features. The whole effect screamed "zaftig madam," but Sally was seemingly oblivious to her brassy hair, loud clothes, mask-like makeup and brazen mannerisms. Yay!! Sally is back! And Adam is literally making me swoon. He sure has the bozos pegged, doesn't he?
It really makes me sad to see Sally kissing the Forresters' asses after the nasty way they treat her. FGS, this woman has more chutzpa and balls than all the Forrester "Men" combined. Hopefully Adam will set his Red straight. If Sally doesn't appreciate him and his no-BS policy, I'LL take him.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 3, 2009 11:21:19 GMT -5
MissJr...what does MAYHAP mean? Hey, Miette! "Mayhap" is another word for maybe, perchance or perhaps.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 3, 2009 11:31:52 GMT -5
Sally Spectra sat in her small office reading that morning's newspaper and was shocked by what she read. Adam shook his head admiringly at his "Red," who was wearing another of her Grand Diva outfits. Only Sally could wear something like the outfit she had on and pull it off, he thought. Today she had on an orange, rust and fuchsia print satin dress, with matching fuchsia pumps. The dress was cut extremely low in the front, and Sally's massive bosom threatened to escape if she breathed too hard. Her red crown of glory was moussed and pouffed—despite the fact such a look had gone out in the 1980's. Her heavy makeup did very little to soften her course features. The whole effect screamed "zaftig madam," but Sally was seemingly oblivious to her brassy hair, loud clothes, mask-like makeup and brazen mannerisms. Yay!! Sally is back! And Adam is literally making me swoon. He sure has the bozos pegged, doesn't he?
It really makes me sad to see Sally kissing the Forresters' asses after the nasty way they treat her. FGS, this woman has more chutzpa and balls than all the Forrester "Men" combined. Hopefully Adam will set his Red straight. If Sally doesn't appreciate him and his no-BS policy, I'LL take him.You know, Giovanna, I never thought I would ever say this but I had no idea how valuable the Spectra gang actually was to the show. I still remember old Saul, who always had Sally's best interests at heart. I remember the first time Stephanie deigned to visit Spectra Fashions. I also remember how Stephanie reamed Sally out when Sally finagled a way for Specta Fashions to participate in the fashion show aboard the Queen Mary. The fashion show was FAB-U-LOUS(!) and the highlight were the showstoppers modeled by Kristen and Donna (who was modeling for Spectra). The best part was that the showstoppers were the same design because dummy Clarke was secretly designing for Spectra as "Beau Rivage" while still designing for Forrester. The Devaney Dixon revenge plot was also written into the fashion show storyline, and she came very close to publicly revealing at the show that Thorne was the one who shot Ridge. Despite Sally's best efforts to gain Stephanie's respect, the whole thing blew up in her face. First it was the fiasco with the showstoppers. She also intended for Macy to be locked in the state room with Ridge, but it turned out to be Thorne instead. Ahhhhh ... good times, girl! Good times! You might recall also that Adam was opposed to Macy remarrying Thorne in the first place, and he won't hesitate to demand that Sally stop bowing and scraping to the Forresters. Nor will he keep silent about Thorne and Macy.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 3, 2009 11:44:02 GMT -5
Although Elke was insulted by her husband's behavior toward her, she was also relieved that he was gone. " Bâtard!" She hissed angrily after he left. Elke knew Philippe was comparing her to his mistress and found her seriously lacking. As far as Elke was concerned, she had more class, dignity and grace in her little toe than Stephanie Forrester had in her entire body. "Philippe will regret the day he put that putain above me!" She silently vowed. But, first things first. She had to get rid of that decanter with the doctored Armagnac in it before Philippe returned home. Elke surprised Cécile by suddenly springing up from the couch with renewed vigor. "Why, Madame! You are well again! It is a miracle!" Cécile said joyously as she clapped her hands. Elke looked at Cécile in amazement and wondered for the thousandth time if the girl were daft or simply a complete moron. "Be quiet, idiot!" Elke snapped impatiently. She needed to think and could not do so with Cécile’s incessant babbling. Once Elke determined what needed to be done, she sprang into action. "Cecile, I need you to take that decanter to the kitchen and empty it right now! Then I need you to wash it out, refill it with a new bottle of my husband's Armagnac and then put it back in the library." Elke ordered. Cécile visibly quailed at Elke's request. " Non, Madame," she shook her head reluctantly. "I cannot." Elke was infuriated at this act of defiance. "You will do as I ask!" She screamed. "But, Madame, if Monsieur Philippe founds out, he will FIRE me!" Cécile said fearfully. "Please do not ask me to do this thing!" She begged. An enraged Elke suddenly grabbed Cécile’s arm, and viciously dug her fingernails into Cecile's flesh. Cecile winced in pain, daring not to cry out. "Damn you!" Elke angrily cursed Cécile. "You need not worry about Monsieur Philippe firing you because if you do NOT do as I say, I will turn you OUT into the street without a cent! Do you hear me? Not a penny, a shilling nor farthing! AND, I will see to it that you are deported!" Elke threatened cruelly. She tightened her grip on Cécile’s arm and said with deadening calm, " Comprenez-vous?" " Oui, Madame. Je comprends." Cécile whispered, as she trembled. Elke let Cécile’s arm go and imperiously pointed a finger at the decanter on the cherry wood Louis XIV cabinet. Cécile rushed off to do as Elke ordered, rubbing her sore arm. Elke composed her features and headed upstairs to change her clothes. She had so much to do today. Elke's social secretary was due shortly to help her sort through and respond to the myriad invitations that she and Philippe received to social events. After that, she would be dining with the curator of a museum, who had been after the Chevaliers for some time to open a portion of their estate for public viewing. Then she had a most unpleasant task at hand. Elke shuddered in distaste at the prospect of visiting the servants' quarters to talk to Ricco about that gun he acquired for her. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 3, 2009 11:46:10 GMT -5
Brooke leapt off the couch and jumped on Eric's back. She proceeded to beat him about the head with her fists. Eric, surprised by the attack, released Rick, who, in turn, grabbed his mother and pulled her off Eric.
"You better not EVER put your hands on my son again!" Brooke snarled in fury.
"Maybe if you had raised him right, I wouldn't HAVE to!" Eric roared.
"At least I was THERE to raise him, which is more than I can say for YOU!" Brooke yelled.
"Yes—and, a piss poor job you've done of it, too! I have EVERY right to discipline MY SON as I see fit!" Eric declared.
"I'm warning you, Eric—you put your hands on my son again, and I will drop-kick you where you STAND!" Brooke warned.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Bridget sobbed, holding her hands over her ears. She could not stand to see her parents fight, and this was turning into a nightmare.
Brooke went to tend to her daughter and to comfort her.
Thorne looked at his father and shook his head. "And, if you ever put your hands on Brooke again, I will do more than drop-kick you where you stand!" Thorne vowed angrily.
"That's if I don't get to him first!" Ridge said in full agreement. "I can't BELIEVE you would put your hands on a woman that way—especially the mother of your children!" Ridge snapped at his father in disgust.
Eric glared at his oldest sons, flummoxed at their open defiance of him. "You two had better get your loyalties straight! Instead of worrying about Brooke, you need to worry about your mother and bringing Brooke to justice!" Eric snarled.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 4, 2009 3:22:07 GMT -5
Brooke leapt off the couch and jumped on Eric's back. She proceeded to beat him about the head with her fists. Eric, surprised by the attack, released Rick, who, in turn, grabbed his mother and pulled her off Eric. "You better not EVER put your hands on my son again!" Brooke snarled in fury. "Maybe if you had raised him right, I wouldn't HAVE to!" Eric roared. "At least I was THERE to raise him, which is more than I can say for YOU!" Brooke yelled. "Yes—and, a piss poor job you've done of it, too! I have EVERY right to discipline MY SON as I see fit!" Eric declared. "I'm warning you, Eric—you put your hands on my son again, and I will drop-kick you where you STAND!" Brooke warned. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" Bridget sobbed, holding her hands over her ears. She could not stand to see her parents fight, and this was turning into a nightmare. Brooke went to tend to her daughter and to comfort her. Thorne looked at his father and shook his head. "And, if you ever put your hands on Brooke again, I will do more than drop-kick you where you stand!" Thorne vowed angrily. "That's if I don't get to him first!" Ridge said in full agreement. "I can't BELIEVE you would put your hands on a woman that way—especially the mother of your children!" Ridge snapped at his father in disgust. Eric glared at his oldest sons, flummoxed at their open defiance of him. "You two had better get your loyalties straight! Instead of worrying about Brooke, you need to worry about your mother and bringing Brooke to justice!" Eric snarled. Boy, I am REALLY hating Eric about now! Not only does he attack Brooke, the mother of his children, but he is attacking Rick as well.
And it serves his ass right that Hag is cheating on him. I wonder how he will feel about his sainted wife when he finds out.
And Elke is too much. I can just see her, swooning and playing drama queen to the hilt. I feel sorry for the people who work for her.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 5, 2009 12:55:52 GMT -5
Brooke leapt off the couch and jumped on Eric's back. She proceeded to beat him about the head with her fists. Eric, surprised by the attack, released Rick, who, in turn, grabbed his mother and pulled her off Eric. "You better not EVER put your hands on my son again!" Brooke snarled in fury. "Maybe if you had raised him right, I wouldn't HAVE to!" Eric roared. "At least I was THERE to raise him, which is more than I can say for YOU!" Brooke yelled. "Yes—and, a piss poor job you've done of it, too! I have EVERY right to discipline MY SON as I see fit!" Eric declared. "I'm warning you, Eric—you put your hands on my son again, and I will drop-kick you where you STAND!" Brooke warned. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" Bridget sobbed, holding her hands over her ears. She could not stand to see her parents fight, and this was turning into a nightmare. Brooke went to tend to her daughter and to comfort her. Thorne looked at his father and shook his head. "And, if you ever put your hands on Brooke again, I will do more than drop-kick you where you stand!" Thorne vowed angrily. "That's if I don't get to him first!" Ridge said in full agreement. "I can't BELIEVE you would put your hands on a woman that way—especially the mother of your children!" Ridge snapped at his father in disgust. Eric glared at his oldest sons, flummoxed at their open defiance of him. "You two had better get your loyalties straight! Instead of worrying about Brooke, you need to worry about your mother and bringing Brooke to justice!" Eric snarled. Boy, I am REALLY hating Eric about now! Not only does he attack Brooke, the mother of his children, but he is attacking Rick as well.
And it serves his ass right that Hag is cheating on him. I wonder how he will feel about his sainted wife when he finds out.
And Elke is too much. I can just see her, swooning and playing drama queen to the hilt. I feel sorry for the people who work for her.Unfortunately, Brooke and Eric's drama occurs too frequently in real life when one parent has primary physical custody and the other one doesn't. It's also too bad that Brooke and Eric can't be consistent as parents when it comes to things like discipline, etc. Eric may think he's disciplining Rick and sees it as his right; Brooke may find his way of dealing with Rick abusive. Historically, Eric has always been the one to do the cheating. Imagine his shock when he finds out the tables have been turned. And speaking of abusive, you are right about Elke's employees. I'm sure there are federal laws against involuntary servitude and mistreating people just because.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 5, 2009 13:00:47 GMT -5
Joe Barnes, like other Forrester Creations employees, arriving at work that morning, was rocked by the news of Stephanie Forrester's shooting. As head of security, Joe had been kept very busy that morning, answering the police's questions and providing them with a list of employees and photo ID's. He got butterflies in his stomach after finding out that the assailant had access to the building between 11:00 p.m. and 12:30 a.m. Joe instinctively knew that he would be blamed for the building's lax security. He already saw some of the officers shaking their heads in disbelief and cutting their eyes at him. This, despite the fact that he had been after those supercilious Forresters to upgrade and increase the building's security system for years.
The Forresters were not the type of people who would ever blame themselves for anything, Joe thought. Joe figured they would probably call him incompetent and fire him on the spot especially since one of their own was the victim. Joe was also scared because as head of security, he had to account for every electronic security key issued to employees. The keys had to be specially ordered upon request by one of the company's principals. Joe was terrified that someone would find out about that extra security key that Stephanie Forrester demanded he order. He knowingly breached the protocol to acquire that key. "But, they won't see that I was only following orders," Joe sighed. Joe knew he should have stood up to "Queen Bitch" Forrester, but he figured it was not worth the trouble. He could think of any number of employees who were fired for daring to question "the Queen."
Joe did not want any trouble. He had a wife, a mortgage and two kids in college. Joe sweated as he remembered the day Stephanie swooped down on him in his office—like a vulture.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 5, 2009 13:08:03 GMT -5
FLASHBACK:
Joe was sitting at the desk in his small and Spartan office flipping through a girlie magazine, Bodacious Boobies & Booties. He had been studying the finer points of Miss April's substantial mammary measurements when Stephanie unexpectedly stopped by his office. He jumped when she flung the door open. Although he hurriedly attempted to put the magazine away, unfortunately he was not quick enough. Stephanie's malevolent gaze missed nothing, and she angrily pursed her lips in disgust.
"Obviously, we're not keeping you busy enough!" She said. "Since WHEN do we pay employees to bring FILTH into this building and to sit on their asses on OUR dime looking at it?"
Joe gulped before answering. He was so petrified at being caught that he started to perspire and became self-conscious when he felt sweat running down his back and the underarms of his shirt growing damp.
"Sorry, Mrs. Forrester!" He blurted, as his face turned several shades of red.
"Oh, I just bet you are sorry! Let me guess—you buy them for the enlightening and informative articles, don't you?" Stephanie asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
An embarrassed Joe quickly changed the subject. "Uh—what can I do for you, Mrs. Forrester?"
"I want another security key!" Stephanie spat rudely.
"Well, ma'am, I can do that, but I need to keep a log of all keys ordered and to whom they're issued. Did you lose yours?" Joe asked.
"Don't you worry about whether or not I lost MINE!" Stephanie retorted. "I've given you a direct order and I expect it to be carried out."
Joe mentally winced at Stephanie's vociferous tone. What a bitch, Joe thought. Mentally counting to 10, he patiently attempted to explain the company's policies to Stephanie.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Forrester, but Mr. Forrester and Ms. Logan gave me explicit instructions on the security procedures. These procedures are mandated by our security firm, Guard-Co. Every key has to be accounted for, and the company has to keep careful records. If you lost your key, then all employees will be required to turn in their keys, and Guard-Co will need to be notified. They, in turn, will change the security code, and new keys will have to be issued to all employees."
Alas, Joe had no way of knowing that asserting "Ms. Logan's" leadership role was akin to waving a red garment in front of a bull. He soon found out, as Stephanie gave him a tongue-lashing that he would never forget.
"Ms. Logan?!" Stephanie asked in stunned disbelief. "Listen you! Evidently, you don't know who's running the show around here! MY husband and I are the ones giving the orders around here—NOT that tramp! WE call the shots, and don't you forget it! I don't give a rat's ass WHAT Miz Logan told you! You get me that extra key, or you will be OUT on your ass so quick that IT will hit the ground before your feet do!" Stephanie screamed, as she pointed her finger in Joe's face.
Joe controlled the impulse to yank that finger off Stephanie's hand and shove it down her throat. He would have also loved to have told her where she could put that finger. Instead, he chose to swallow his pride and to comply.
"Fine," Joe responded. "If you want the key, then I'll go ahead and order it—no questions asked," he said tersely.
"Good!" Stephanie snapped in irritation. As she reached the door, she turned and said, "Oh—and don't even think of going over my head to Mr. Forrester or that bimbo either! And, if you think I'm joking, you just go ahead and call my bluff! Just TRY me!" She challenged.
With that, she slammed the door behind her, leaving Joe shaking in impotent rage.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 5, 2009 13:15:06 GMT -5
BACK TO THE PRESENT: Joe never had any doubt that the security breach would be discovered. He just never imagined that it would be discovered this way. "Well, no use crying over spilled milk," Joe told himself. He would rehearse his explanation to Mr. Forrester and Ms. Logan, and hoped to appeal to their sense of fairness. "Damn that woman!" Joe swore. He long suspected that Stephanie Forrester would be trouble for him. While he wasn't necessarily celebrating and setting off bonfires, he was none too sorry to hear about that witch's shooting. As far as he was concerned, the person who did it performed a public service and deserved a medal._______________ "Dad, I don't know where you're coming up with all these crazy accusations against Brooke! You said yourself that she was the one, who saved mother's life!" Thorne shouted. "That's what I'm also trying to understand," Ridge said. "Dad, how can you stand there and accuse Logan of doing something so terrible? You know as well as I do that she's not a killer!" "I HEARD HER! She SAID she could kill Stephanie, and that's exactly what she tried to do!" Eric yelled stubbornly. Bridget broke away from Brooke and ran to her father. "Why are you SAYING these things? Why are you DOING this to my mom?!" She cried. Ridge took a hold of Bridget and held her, allowing her to cry on his chest. Her crying came in heartbroken sobs, as she hiccoughed. " Now do you see what you've done?" Ridge snapped at Eric. "Look at your daughter, Dad! Look at how your accusations have hurt HER!" He rubbed Bridget's hair and managed to calm her down. "It's alright sweetheart," he said in a soothing voice. Eric looked at his daughter, and immediately felt contrite for hurting her. "Bridget, honey—" he started, as he reached out to touch her hair. "Ridge, make him go away! Please make him leave me and Mom alone!" Bridget sobbed. "Stay away from her! You've already done enough damage!" Ridge growled protectively. Eric was stung and he shrank from Ridge's rebuke. He was even more brokenhearted that his own child wanted no part of him. Instead, she turned to Ridge—despite the fact that she had treated Ridge coldly for months. Rick stared at his father, his eyes barely concealing his loathing for Eric He could not stand to see his mother or his sister cry, and he was fed up. "You're going to pay for every tear my mother and sister ever shed over you and your worthless wife!" Rick spat. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 5, 2009 14:59:15 GMT -5
Awesome!
I cannot say it enough, I LOVE Adam. He voices the words people should be saying, "If Brooke shot Stephanie, why call the cops."
And Stephanie is a bitch. Hopefully Joe will go to Eric or Brooke with what he knows. And it is so like Hag to talk like that to a "lowly" employee.
Of course Joe will take the blame for this.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 6, 2009 0:17:07 GMT -5
Not as amusing as it is to see Bridgette cuss Macy out.
And Macy is a loser. It was a real travesty that Sally, when being written correctly, is the ultimate Grand Dame, yet she still managed to produce such a whining, pathetic, drab loser as her spawn. Sally is larger than life, whereas Macy is lower than dirt.
I suppose I could feel sorry for Macy, as the only weapons in her arsenal to hang on to Thorne are her drinking and her ability to get knocked up, as any woman with a working ovary can pull that. But she is such a pathetic, Hag-wannabe that I can't. When she screeched for Brooke to leave, all I could think was, "Ye Gods! Looks like she is taking over Hag's position as the Forrester family guard dog." Ladies, I remember when we were first introduced to Macy Alexander, and she turned me off totally. She whined and carried on because Sally wasn't there for her, but she had no problem accepting the privileges that Sally worked her behind off for. What was particularly hurtful for Sally was that the only reason Macy bothered to see her at all was because she wanted money. While I can't blame Macy for being hurt that Sally didn't attend her graduation, I found it very telling that she repeatedly called Sally by her first name and had no trouble admitting she wanted more money and expected Sally to keep the gravy train going. I didn't see Macy when she first came on, but it sounds like she could give BooHoo a run for the money in the ungrateful daughter sweepstakes. And just think, she didn't have the excuse, "My mommy screwed my husband and had his baby."
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Post by MissJr on Jan 6, 2009 19:03:06 GMT -5
CHAPTER 5 – "WHEN EVIL COMES A-CALLING"Trent Grayson was considered one of the most powerful and influential men in America. A former telecommunications attorney based in Washington, he left the practice of law two years ago to work as a lobbyist. He was a founding partner of the lobbyist firm, Grayson, Adams & Wollensky. Grayson Adams had offices in Washington and Los Angeles, which required Trent to travel extensively between the two cities. In addition to his career as a congressional lobbyist, Trent was also a philanthropist and donated his time and money to numerous worthy causes. Considered a renaissance man, Trent was an expert equestrian, as well as an art patron, a marathon runner, a jazz aficionado, and a gourmet cook. Trent was also considered one of America's most eligible bachelors. He was featured twice in People Magazine's "Most Eligible Hunks" feature. Standing at 6'4" tall, Trent was powerfully built, had piercing cobalt blue eyes and perfectly chiseled features. His thick dark brown hair had a touch of gray at the temples. However, there was one particular trait that People did not mention. Women on both Coasts tittered and whispered about Trent's "big feet" and his reputation as an accomplished "swordsman." Trent had been married for 15 years to his college sweetheart, the former Barbara Jensen. Two years ago, the Graysons endured a very public and nasty Washington divorce amid allegations of alcohol abuse and public drunkenness (hers) and adultery (both of theirs). They struggled for years to have children, and were thrilled when Barbara finally carried a baby to term. Unfortunately, Trent was not the father. When the baby was born, it was painfully obvious that the Graysons' Peruvian stableman was the father. Trent had had enough, and filed for divorce. Barbara hired a pit bull divorce attorney, who was determined to drag all of Trent's dirty laundry before the TV cameras. Trent's own lawyer showed that she was not above playing dirty either and hired private investigators, who dug up, among other things, Barbara's pregnancies by other men and secret abortions. By the time the dust cleared, Barbara ended up with the couple's 100-acre horse farm in Virginia's Hunt Country, the Aspen vacation home, her Volvo, her equitable share of Trent's partnership interest in his former law firm, several furs, nearly $1 million worth of jewelry, and a hefty lump sum cash settlement. Trent ended up with the Watergate condo, the Martha's Vineyard house, his Porsche, his remaining law firm partnership interest, his very impressive stock portfolio, and the art and wine collections. Although women constantly threw themselves at Trent, he did not consider himself a ladies' man. He was very selective about whom he dated, and preferred women, who were intelligent and had lives of their own. Trent successfully maintained long-distance relationships on both Coasts. His Washington paramour, Mandy Hayes, occasionally accompanied him to Washington social and political events. She also served as Trent's hostess when he hosted dinner parties for Washington's powerful. His California paramour, Stella Benton, served the same function. Trent considered neither relationship serious, and was very candid with both ladies that he was dating others. As his privately chartered plane soared 34,000 feet in the sky, Trent studied his meticulously prepared itinerary. His flight would be landing in Los Angeles in two hours. A private car would whisk him off to his home in Bel Air. Among other things, he was scheduled for a luncheon meeting at the law firm of Barnett, Williams & Haig in the next few days. He would try to fit in some horseback riding during the weekend. Trent had no way of knowing that that meeting, as well as his weekend plans, would turn out to be among the most life-changing experiences of his life. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 6, 2009 19:08:45 GMT -5
Phyllis stomped through the door of her hotel room cursing Stephanie Forrester for the latest humiliation she endured. She was seething with anger that she actually had to put out just to get her pictures developed. "Old cow! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to resort to sh*t like this!" Phyllis angrily muttered. Phyllis' psyche refused to accept her own responsibility in her humiliation. She knew full well she could have easily paid for her photo session using one of her credit cards. However, her credo had always been: Why pay for services that one can get free—or at least half price? As Phyllis fumed about her degrading experience, she frantically paced and immediately stripped out of her clothes, carelessly throwing them all over the room. She intended to sit in a tub full of steaming hot water. She wanted to soak and scrub the grime of the grotesque Damon's touch from her body. In addition, she intended to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth several times. Even then, Phyllis was not sure if she would ever feel clean again. Not only did she feel unclean, she also felt contaminated. For one of the few times in her life, Phyllis was actually embarrassed about her behavior. "BLECH!" She wretched in revulsion. When Damon slobbered over her breasts, and bit her body with those pointed moss-green teeth, she wanted the ground to open and just swallow her up right then and there. It was all she could do not to shrink from his touch or to vomit all over him. Phyllis calmed down long enough to put things in their proper perspective. "At least, I'll get my pictures!" Phyllis smugly smirked. Besides, desperate times called for desperate measures. Phyllis went into the luxurious bathroom and turned the water on in the bathtub at full blast. "Calm down, Phyllis," she told herself. "Everything is going according to plan. Soon it will ALL happen for me! I'll have everything I want—a modeling contract, money, respect, power and Ridge Forrester!" Phyllis appraised her nude form in the full-length mirror. For all of Damon's nastiness, he was right about one thing. She definitely had it going on! Phyllis surveyed her figure from different angles and smiled. "Yes, girl! You better work it!" She said, snapping her fingers and doing a vogue-like pose. Once Phyllis was finished with her bath and oral hygiene ritual, she would commence with Phase 2 of her plan. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 6, 2009 19:24:58 GMT -5
As Taylor and Macy chattered away, a strange sensation suddenly came over Taylor. The hairs on the back of her neck practically stood on end, and she felt a perceptible chill down her spine. Unbeknownst to her, Taylor had been the object of intense curiosity and speculation ever since she and Macy sat down. Dominique Henault, a stunningly beautiful African American woman in her 40's, was in Los Angeles visiting a sick relative. She was a member of an old and proud Creole family, who hailed from New Orleans. Several members of Dominique's family had what they called the gift of "second sight." They saw that familial trait as both a blessing and a curse. As Dominique looked intently across the cafeteria at the beautiful dark-haired woman, with the gorgeous blue eyes, she again cursed the gift that allowed her to see into the future. As Dominique watched Taylor, she became increasingly alarmed by what she saw. When Dominique closed her eyes, she saw something terrible in the woman's future. In her vision, Dominique saw an evil force that would test this woman in ways she never expected. Initially, she saw different shades of red, which formed into fiery red hair. She then heard loud laughter. The laughter, which was initially melodious, turned into a crone's cackle. A face began to take shape under the fiery red hair. Initially, the face was a pretty and interesting one, with smooth milky skin, dancing eyes and lips formed into a perfect red pout. Suddenly, the face became a ghoulish mask. The skin was gray and wrinkled like rotting flesh, the lips crusty, and the eyes flashed red. When the mouth opened, Dominique could see scores of worms, flies and maggots wriggling to escape. The hair above the mask suddenly turned into writhing snakes, their poisonous tongues spewing venom. The crone's cackle became a roar. The roar was so loud that the dark-haired woman in Dominique's vision found it oppressive. She struggled vainly to flee from that oppressiveness. Dominique saw the dark-haired woman stumble and fall. Every time she struggled to stand, the oppressive evil force repeatedly knocked her down. Dominique sighed as another figure appeared in her vision—a handsome dark-haired man. The woman's husband perhaps? She saw the dark-haired woman seek comfort and protection from the man. But, he pushed her away and turned away from her cries. Dominique was distressed to see that the dark-haired man was weak, hedonistic and shockingly narcissistic. While he weakly attempted to push the oppressive evil force away, at the same time, he welcomed it—allowing it into his soul little by little until it was nearly swallowed up. Sadly, the man would fail the woman, who would feel as if she were fighting the battle against this evil all alone. The evil force appeared to be winning ... but ... Dominique abruptly opened her eyes and debated what to do. The dark-haired woman's fate was in her own hands. She clearly had two paths to follow--one of which could save her life and the other one ... Dominqiue shook her head refusing to think of the alternative. Dominique was in a quandary. Should she warn the lady or allow this drama to play itself out? And, if she did warn her, would the lady even believe her?_______________
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Post by lalogan on Jan 6, 2009 22:57:28 GMT -5
Oooohh, that last installment is literally a hair-raiser!
Is Dominique perhaps a descendant of Marie Laveau, the Creole "queen of voodoo," who died in the 1880s at the age of 80-plus, but whose appearance was said to be as youthful and beautiful as ever?
And though Dominique doesn't know Widge, her "vision" assessment of him is dead-on accurate.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 7, 2009 2:34:36 GMT -5
Oooohh, that last installment is literally a hair-raiser! Hair-raiser is right. I am actually worried for Taylor. Whatever she may have done, she does not deserve the dark vision this woman is seeing.
And Phyllis is something else! Blaming Hag for her sleazy behavior. Just a question, has Phyllis ever admitted to her screw-ups like a real woman or does she just breeze through life blaming others?
Trent sounds interesting.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 7, 2009 16:12:35 GMT -5
Oooohh, that last installment is literally a hair-raiser! Is Dominique perhaps a descendant of Marie Laveau, the Creole "queen of voodoo," who died in the 1880s at the age of 80-plus, but whose appearance was said to be as youthful and beautiful as ever? And though Dominique doesn't know Widge, her "vision" assessment of him is dead-on accurate. WOW! I'm impressed with your knowledge about the Creole "queen of voodoo!" Dominique can, in fact, trace her family back several centuries and it's very possible that Ms. Laveau was one of her ancestors. And it's funny how she knew all about Ridge and how distressing that was.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 7, 2009 16:16:28 GMT -5
Oooohh, that last installment is literally a hair-raiser! Hair-raiser is right. I am actually worried for Taylor. Whatever she may have done, she does not deserve the dark vision this woman is seeing.
And Phyllis is something else! Blaming Hag for her sleazy behavior. Just a question, has Phyllis ever admitted to her screw-ups like a real woman or does she just breeze through life blaming others?
Trent sounds interesting. Giovanna, you are right to be worried about Taylor. Unfortunately, she is going to be attacked on several fronts. Some of it will be of her own doing; some of it will be because of the stress of Stephanie's shooting; and some of it will be because of Ridge and his short-sighted decisions and it may place Taylor in danger. Phyllis is a trip. Nothing is ever her fault. She had the money to pay for her pictures and portfolio, but she wanted to do things the "easy" way. Phyllis does have flashes of humanity, but it's difficult to see it at times. You will be learning more about Trent real soon.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 7, 2009 16:19:36 GMT -5
Nancy Wilson had been an ICU nurse at Good Samaritan for over ten years. She had been with the hospital for nearly 20. However, in all her years, she had never witnessed a scene like the one she just saw. She decided that she had had enough. True, families succumbed to the stress of having a loved one in the hospital. Sometimes, family members even turned on each other. But, these people were crazy! Nurse Wilson heard the screaming, the shouting and the crying. She saw a man actually trying to choke the life out of a woman. She saw bodies hitting the floor and fists flying. She saw the pushing and the shoving. She even saw the man, who was trying to choke that blonde woman, rolling around on the floor holding his nuts. Normally, Nurse Wilson would have attempted to put a stop to such nonsense. She imagined sick and dying patients stirring in their beds from all the commotion these crazy people were making. She made the mistake once before of trying to intervene, only to be bitch-slapped by the girlfriend of a shot gang-banger. Nurse Wilson learned her lesson. No way was she getting into the middle of that mess. It was like WWF Smackdown in there! Instead, she picked up the phone and immediately dialed security. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 7, 2009 16:24:45 GMT -5
Trent thanked his flight attendant, who just filled his glass with Cristal champagne. As he dined on filet mignon, green beans with pearl onions, and julienne sweet potatoes, he leafed through the latest issue of Eye on Fashion. He planned to surprise Mandy with a couture designer dress and shoes by one of the featured designers. They had been invited to a black tie opera gala at the Kennedy Center in Washington, and Mandy wanted something new to wear. As he continued to read, Trent dropped his fork when he turned to page 4. The article mentioned the introduction of a new fragrance. Above the article was a picture of one of the most beautiful women Trent had ever seen. She had the most amazing hazel eyes, and her blond hair was piled on top of her head, with tendrils on both sides of her oval-shaped face. Her smile was breathtaking. She wore a simple black sheath that clung to her body. To complete the look, she had on a platinum and pearl necklace and matching earrings. The woman's body was slender, yet curvaceous, athletic and well toned. Trent read the caption aloud: "Forrester Creations CEO, Brooke Logan, presides over press conference introducing her new fragrance, La Femme Fatale." Trent traced the face in the photo with his index finger. He imagined what it would be like to take that hair down and to run his fingers through it. He imagined his lips taking possession of that mouth, as the lady surrendered to his touch. As he flipped through the article, he saw two more photos of the beautiful CEO. In one picture, she was sitting astride a beautiful Arabian horse. "Well, that's one thing we have in common," Trent told himself. The other photo was from a previous press conference, where Brooke had introduced the "Brooke's Bedroom" line. "A CEO, who actually models lingerie!" Trent chuckled in amusement. He toyed with the idea of buying Mandy or Stella something from the collection. But, he immediately nixed that idea. "The only lady I want to see in that lingerie is Brooke Logan herself." Trent mused. "No one else could possibly do it justice!" As he continued to read the article, which also outlined Brooke's professional accomplishments, Trent found himself intrigued. As a person, who owned his own business, he was quite impressed with Brooke's business acumen. Trent had become so engrossed in the article that all thoughts of surprising Mandy left his mind. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 7, 2009 16:48:21 GMT -5
Having decided on a course of action, Dominique sighed. Normally, she kept such things to herself. However, she was so disturbed by what she saw that she felt she had a duty to warn the woman of the danger she faced. She simply had no choice, Dominique told herself. She reached into her purse, took out a card, and scribbled furiously on it. Taylor, who had been touching up her face, was shocked when she saw Dominique's reflection in the mirror of her gold Estee Lauder compact. Taylor's arms immediately broke out into goose bumps, and she abruptly snapped her compact shut. "Yes?" Taylor asked warily. "May I help you?" Dominique's eyes widened. "Trouble's coming your way— real soon!" She abruptly announced in a slightly accented voice. "Huh? I don't understand ..." Taylor said in confusion. "Forgive me. I didn’t mean to startle you. My name is Dominique Henault," Dominique said. She extended her hand in introduction. Taylor returned Dominique's handshake. Taylor was surprised when Dominique quickly removed her hand from hers as if she had been burned. "Uh—it is nice meeting you, Ms. Henault," Taylor said uncomfortably. "But, do I know you?" "No, you do not," Dominique replied. "And I do not know you. But, madam, please take heed. Again, I do not mean to alarm you." "Well, it's a little late for that!" Macy commented. Dominique ignored Macy, and looked at Taylor keenly. "Madam, I have what is called the gift of 'second sight.' When you first sat down, I merely glanced, thinking you had an interesting and beautiful face. But, as I continued to look, I saw something horrible, and I just wanted to warn you to be careful." Taylor was by now annoyed and scared. "Look! I—" Dominique, however, would not be interrupted. "Please take heed for your very life may be at stake!" "WHAT?" Taylor gasped in horror. "Don't listen to her, Taylor!" Macy warned. Dominique silenced Macy with a withering look and continued to address Taylor. "You will be facing an evil and destructive force unlike anything you've ever known before!" Dominique continued. "You must be on guard. Please—look to your husband! Be VERY careful about WHOM you let into your home and near your family! Do not ignore your first instincts. They will not fail you in this regard. When you see this evil, you will KNOW it!" "What do you mean—evil?" Taylor asked. By now, her heartbeat was racing and her breathing had become shallow. "EVIL!" Dominique repeated authoritatively, causing several bystanders to look her way. "Here is my card. My home and my work numbers are on it. When the time comes—and you will know it—you will call me. I will be expecting you." She gave Taylor her card, who took it reluctantly. "This is crazy!" Taylor exclaimed. "As I said, madam—LOOK to your husband!" Then Dominique Henault was gone as abruptly as she had appeared. Taylor rose to follow Dominique. "Wait! Please wait!" Taylor begged, as Dominique grandly exited the cafeteria. Macy placed a restraining hand on Taylor's arm. She was surprised that the normally calm Taylor had become so unglued. "Taylor! Look at you! Don't let the croakings of doom of some mad woman upset you like this!" Macy chuckled. However, Taylor was not willing to easily dismiss Dominique Henault's warnings. "My God, Macy! Did you HEAR what she said?" Taylor asked wide-eyed, more frightened than ever. " Yes, I heard what she said. And, it's nonsense! It sounded like a bunch of voodoo or something. Don't tell me that you actually believe in that junk?" Macy asked in an amused voice. Taylor suddenly felt foolish. She was a doctor of medicine, for crying out loud! "Well—no. Not really. It's just that—" "Taylor! Will you listen to yourself? Out of all the people in here, why would some strange lady just walk up to you and spout these—ahem—prophesies? Come on! Don't let her get to you. You know there are a lot of fruit loops running rampant all over L.A." As much as Taylor wanted to dismiss that woman's warnings, she could not help but wonder if there was some validity to them. Most troubling of all, was Dominique Henault's admonishment that Taylor should look to her husband. What did she mean by that and did she know Ridge personally? Taylor mentally shook off the encounter. Macy was right, she thought. Taylor chose to dismiss Dominique Henault as some nut, who singled her out for some unknown reason. "You’re right," Taylor said, with more calm than she actually felt. "Good! I'm glad you see it my way," Macy said. "Let's go back upstairs and rescue our men folk from that female barracuda!" With that, the two women linked arms and headed upstairs, giggling like schoolgirls. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 8, 2009 2:41:50 GMT -5
Whoa, awesome! This is what I would tune in to watch.
Trent sounds like a real find. I hope Brooke gives him serious consideration and leaves the bozos behind. He sounds like he is quite taken with Brooke, and not only her looks. It sounds like he admires her savvy, which is more than I can say for the losers she is making money for. Scumbags, all of them.
Poor Taylor! She really seems unnerved by the psychic. Of course that shrew Macy had to open her yap. Maybe she doesn't believe the woman, but she needs to STFU. If I were Taylor I would listen to this woman instead of that loser who married a man on the rebound.
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Post by lalogan on Jan 8, 2009 6:04:52 GMT -5
Oooohh, that last installment is literally a hair-raiser! Is Dominique perhaps a descendant of Marie Laveau, the Creole "queen of voodoo," who died in the 1880s at the age of 80-plus, but whose appearance was said to be as youthful and beautiful as ever? And though Dominique doesn't know Widge, her "vision" assessment of him is dead-on accurate. WOW! I'm impressed with your knowledge about the Creole "queen of voodoo!" Dominique can, in fact, trace her family back several centuries and it's very possible that Ms. Laveau was one of her ancestors. Thanks, although I had to look her up on Wikipedia to get the correct spelling of her name and the year in which she died. She's intrigued me ever since I saw a Discovery channel program about hauntings, and not surprisingly, New Orleans is a "hot spot" when it comes to ghosts. They mentioned Marie Laveau, and said her mausoleum is still a place of pilgrimage, not just for practitioners of voodoo, but goths and ghost-hunters.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:06:34 GMT -5
Whoa, awesome! This is what I would tune in to watch.
Trent sounds like a real find. I hope Brooke gives him serious consideration and leaves the bozos behind. He sounds like he is quite taken with Brooke, and not only her looks. It sounds like he admires her savvy, which is more than I can say for the losers she is making money for. Scumbags, all of them.
Poor Taylor! She really seems unnerved by the psychic. Of course that shrew Macy had to open her yap. Maybe she doesn't believe the woman, but she needs to STFU. If I were Taylor I would listen to this woman instead of that loser who married a man on the rebound. It remains to be seen if Brooke will give Trent some serious consideration. It will probably be a shock to the poor thing's system to be involved with someone who isn't a Forrester. And Macy wouldn't be Macy if she didn't have her gums flapping. Although, it's understandable in this instance. It had to be quite unnerving for both women to have that happen. Time will tell if Taylor will even remember the encounter and what she will do once she's confronted with the "evil" that Dominique warned her about. Too bad her husband won't be of much help.
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