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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:11:18 GMT -5
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. New Orleans has a really interesting history. Although my mother's family isn't from New Orleans, she's from the South. Some of her family members are still pretty superstitious though and the things they say and do crack me up at times. One aunt nearly had a conniption because somebody placed her hat on the bed. Apparently, that's bad luck. And, of course, if your hand is itching, that means you're going to get some money real soon. Don't even get me started on the "dream book" one of my mother's cousins purchased years ago to assist her in picking a lotto number based on whatever dream she had the night before. She swore by that thing despite the fact you could count on one hand the number of times she actually "hit the number."
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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:16:30 GMT -5
Alone with his thoughts in the comfort of his Mercedes limousine, Philippe was at a loss as he thought about two of the most important women in his life. Stephanie's shooting had been a devastating blow. She was so lovely, so full of life! And, now it looked as if she might die. Non! His Stephanie was a fighter! And she would fight this, Philippe thought. Thinking about his beautiful Elke, however, gave Philippe some pause. While Philippe thought it obvious that his wife was lacking for attention, he did not think this was his fault. To Philippe's way of thinking, Elke had more than her share of activities, balls, art exhibitions, charity events, clubs, and shopping to keep her busy. She was the perfect chatelaine and ran his household with a firm hand. She had exquisite taste and style, and was a credit to him. She was a wonderful and nurturing mother, and had given him two wonderful children, Jean-Philippe and Giselle. Philippe had a wife, who was not only shockingly faithful to him, but who also actually expected him to dance attendance on her constantly. He told Elke a long time ago that she was welcome to have a cicisbeo, as was expected of most women of their social class. All he asked was that she be discreet and that she use some discretion in her choice of lovers. That meant no gardeners, stable boys, chauffeurs, or other such low-class ruffians. Since they were both European, Philippe felt that they were much more sophisticated about such matters than Americans were. He certainly did not intend to end his marriage just because he was getting a little on the side. Philippe wondered if Elke knew about his affair with Stephanie. Although he took great pains to be discreet, Philippe started to wonder if he and Stephanie had been careless. Perhaps this explained Elke's behavior. He also recalled her strident and unexplained objections to his inviting the Forresters to a recent soiree at their home. While Philippe knew that his liaison with Stephanie was risky, he could not give her up. He would not give her up! Philippe now had to find a way to get word to his glorious Stephanie. He knew that trying to see her was chancy, but he did not care. "I must see her!" Philippe fervently vowed. Philippe realized that he and Stephanie would have both been attacked had he not fallen asleep in the library. Suddenly, Philippe dropped the contracts he had been reviewing as a sobering thought went through his mind. " Mon Dieu! Un piège!" Philippe exclaimed. He recalled that the newspaper indicated that the police did not believe robbery was a motive, and Philippe knew that only employees--and he--had access to the Forrester Building after hours. He now had to wonder if Stephanie unwittingly walked into a trap that had also been set for him. "What if Eric Forrester did this?" Philippe speculated. He knew that some men could be boorishly possessive. He also knew that a proud man like Eric Forrester would not take too kindly to wearing the horns of a cuckold. As far as Philippe was concerned, Eric was an uncivilized lout. He had no respect for a man, who obviously knew nothing about keeping a woman happy and satisfied. Philippe became firmly convinced that Eric did, in fact, have something to do with the shooting. It would be just like Eric to kill his wife simply because she found pleasure and happiness elsewhere, Philippe thought resentfully "If he hurt Stephanie, I swear I will destroy him!" Philippe muttered angrily under his breath. But, he had to find out what kind of condition Stephanie was in first. Philippe pressed a button to raise the partition separating him from his driver. He then picked up the phone to call Good Samaritan Hospital. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:35:01 GMT -5
Stephanie briefly opened her eyes and tried to make sense out of what happened. "Where am I?" She drowsily asked herself. As her vision became clearer, she was alarmed to discover that she was in the hospital. "No! Not again!" She brokenly sobbed. She ached all over. Her head, her shoulders, her chest, her legs— NO! She could not feel her legs! Stephanie then realized that she had no pain or any kind of sensation in the lower part of her body. She vainly attempted to move her toes, but could not. Stephanie's eyes became blurry with tears of fright and frustration. "Why can't I move my feet? Why can't I feel anything past my waist?" She asked in despair. How did she even end up in this predicament? Her mind struggled to recall the events of the last few hours. All Stephanie could see were flashes, as if she were viewing a rather macabre movie. As she struggled to remember, however, all Stephanie saw were images of a blonde woman with hazel eyes. How many hazel-eyed blondes did she know? As Stephanie's recall became more concrete, she remembered that the woman moved closer and closer and she had a gun in her hand. Stephanie jumped and gasped, as several loud bangs eerily echoed through her mind as the blonde woman repeatedly fired. "Don't hurt me … please … don't hurt me!" She cried repeatedly. She placed her hands on each side of her head as if she could will her living nightmare to go away. Her head then thrashed back and forth as she mentally attempted to escape her assailant. Stephanie shakily reached for her intercom. "Need help …!" She murmured. Suddenly confused, her thumb hovered over the intercom button. Overcome by uncertainty, the intercom slipped from her fingers. Physically and emotionally exhausted, Stephanie exhaled deeply, closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 8, 2009 17:37:51 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair had planned to leave the hospital after their discussion with Dr. Sussman. They were anxious to get back to their "house" to dictate their notes and to schedule interviews with potential witnesses. They had to order the Forresters' telephone records, and follow up on the ballistics report on the gun. Before they could leave the building, however, Detectives Moretti and Blair received a call about a violent altercation in the ICU waiting area on the fourth floor. Detective Blair was surprised. "Hey—isn't that where the Forresters are?" She asked. "Surely, you're not that shocked!" Moretti joked. They took the elevator to the fourth floor, and heard the shouts and screams before they even reached the waiting area. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 9, 2009 15:30:42 GMT -5
A worried Cécile rushed to the enormous and immaculate kitchen. She nervously looked around her fervently hoping that she would be unobserved by prying eyes. While Cécile was uncertain if "Madame Elke" would follow through on her threats, she was too terrified to call her bluff. She was also terrified that Philippe would discover what happened and immediately dismiss her. He left specific orders about how his cognacs and imported brandies were to be handled. They cost him a pretty penny, and he would be furious if he learned that they were being discarded. Cécile quietly slipped into the kitchen and scurried over to the kitchen sink. She removed the stopper from the decanter and proceeded to pour its contents down the drain. Cécile was halfway done when she heard a voice that stopped her dead in her tracks. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Miss St. George's?" Cécile gasped and quickly turned around at the sound of the menacing voice. Her hands shook so badly that she nearly dropped the decanter. Cécile's eyes widened, and she gulped when she came face to face with the majordomo, Frazier's dour and stony visage. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 9, 2009 15:34:40 GMT -5
Brooke could not believe what Eric had accused her of. Her eyes filled with angry tears. It was bad enough he accused her of shooting Stephanie when they were alone. How could he make these accusations in front of their children?"Eric, how could you accuse me of hurting Stephanie?" Brooke tearfully asked. "You KNOW how I could accuse you! I HEARD what you said! I also know WHAT you did, and now so do the police!" Eric screamed, as he advanced on her. Brooke was stunned and she was livid. "The police? What do you mean the police know?" Brooke demanded. Rick could not resist taunting his father. "You know what Mom did. Was it this summer or last summer? Dad—maybe you need to change your movie viewing habits! I didn't know you went for teen slasher flicks!" Rick flippantly quipped. Eric ignored Rick and continued to advance on Brooke. She became more frantic. "Be quiet, Rick!" Brooke angrily scolded her son before turning her attention to Eric. "Eric, I asked you a question! What do you MEAN the police KNOW?!" Brooke screamed hysterically. Thorne stepped in front of Eric and dared him to take another step. "Get out of my way, Thorne!" Eric snapped. "I don't think so," Thorne replied through gritted teeth. Eric pushed Thorne, and Thorne attempted to restrain him. The two men struggled, as Rick attempted to step in between them. Ridge gnashed his teeth and silently cursed in frustration. He had finally managed to calm Bridget down, but she started to become frenzied again. "Ridge, make him leave my mom alone!" Bridget cried before dissolving into tears again. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 9, 2009 15:37:56 GMT -5
This was the scene that greeted Detectives Moretti and Blair when they entered the ICU waiting area. When Eric saw them, he broke away from Thorne and Rick.
"Officers! Arrest that woman!" An outraged Eric demanded, as he pointed at Brooke.
Brooke and her children were horrified and looked about helplessly.
"SHE did it! SHE did it!" Eric repeatedly shrieked, practically becoming apoplectic.
Detective Blair walked over to Brooke, and she was followed by her partner. "Are you Brooke Logan?" Detective Blair asked.
"Yes—yes," Brooke responded nervously.
"We're Detectives Blair and Moretti, LAPD," she said, flashing her badge.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bridget screamed hysterically.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 11, 2009 14:15:50 GMT -5
CHAPTER 6 – "LAW AND ORDER"When Taylor and Macy got off the elevator, they stopped at a pay phone. Taylor wanted to check on the children and to assure herself that the children were fine and that Catherine was not going too crazy. "I'm sorry, Macy," Taylor said. "If you don't mind, I would like to call home to check on my babies." "Of course, I don't mind." Macy responded. As Taylor lifted the receiver, the women's eyes met in alarm as they heard screaming coming from the ICU waiting area. "Oh God, no!" Macy exclaimed as her eyes widened in horror. "Do you think ...?" She stopped herself, not wanting to think the worst. "No!" Taylor asserted. "It can't be Stephanie!" "Let's go!" Macy said. She did not have to ask Taylor twice. Taylor immediately dropped the receiver and left it dangling from the cord as the women rushed to the waiting area. Both women stopped short when they reached the entrance. They arrived just in time to hear Eric demand that Detectives Moretti and Blair arrest Brooke on the spot. Macy gasped in surprise but could not help the small triumphant smile that lit up her lovely features as she glanced at Brooke. Would serve the bitch right! Macy maliciously thought. Taylor was not amused. Although the implications of Eric's demand were shocking, that was the least of her concerns right now. She could not help but frown as she saw Ridge holding Bridget, who clung to him as if her life depended on it. Even worse ... Ridge nearly broke his neck trying to get to Brooke. He then enveloped an obviously frightened Brooke in his protective embrace. Taylor also noticed how Bridget was not far behind and how she also sought Ridge's protection. As Bridget helplessly clung to Ridge, she looked up into his face with a look that had been absent for a long time: a look of respect and unabashed adoration. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 11, 2009 14:20:40 GMT -5
Today just had not been a good day for poor Cécile. Although she never expected her tenure as Elke's personal maid to be easy, today tested her nerves as they had never been tested before. She was now frightened by Frazier's formidable and rigid demeanor. " Well, Miss St. George's?" Frazier snapped in his deep, clipped baritone voice. "Frazier! I—I—" Cécile sputtered. "I asked you a question and I want an answer! What are you doing with Master Philippe's Armagnac in the kitchen? Master Philippe's instructions were explicit! No one is to discard his cognacs, wines, or liqueurs!" Frazier said ominously. "I was only doing what I was told!" Cécile began to blubber. "SHE made me! I begged her not to, but she MADE me do it!" " She—who?" Frazier coldly asked. "Madame Chevalier!" Cécile said, as she wept. Frazier's stern expression did not change. "I see." Fearing that he did not believe her, Cécile panicked. "But she DID! I swear it! Please do not dismiss me!" "Enough!" Frazier snapped. "Give me that decanter, Miss St. George's. I will confer with Mrs. Chevalier myself about the matter." Cécile was now terrified. " Non! Please—she said she would get rid of me!" "Miss St. George's! Do get a hold of yourself!" Frazier admonished, appalled at Cécile's lack of dignity. As Cécile continued to weep, Frazier started to feel sorry for her. He was very familiar with Elke's dictatorial ways and found her insufferable despite his many years of experience as a “gentleman's gentleman.” He could only imagine how Elke could intimidate a poor child like Cécile. "Miss St. Georges, I will make certain that you are not dismissed from your duties," Frazier said with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Now hand over the decanter." Cécile mutely nodded and did as Frazier asked. Frazier then left Cécile to deal with a woman whom he found absolutely detestable. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 11, 2009 14:28:52 GMT -5
"Well, officers!" Eric snapped. "Are you going to arrest that woman or aren't you?" "Please don't take my mom to jail!" Bridget tearfully begged as Ridge vainly tried to comfort her. Detective Blair's heart contracted. "Honey, please try to calm down," she told Bridget compassionately. Detective Moretti shot his partner a disapproving look. He would speak to her later about that, he told himself. He also made a mental note of how swiftly Ridge moved to Brooke's side and sought to protect her. For the first time, Rick's defiance disappeared, and he looked terrified. "Is my mother in trouble?" He asked fearfully as his eyes became glassy with unshed tears. Detective Moretti sought to regain control of a volatile situation and calmly addressed Brooke. "Actually, Ms. Logan, we wanted to go over the statement you made to the officers at the crime scene. I would like to do that now." " Not without a lawyer!" Rick replied sharply before his mother had a chance to speak. Detective Blair looked at Rick and had to restrain a chuckle. She had to admit that the kid had spunk."Rick, please!" Brooke gently admonished, as she moved away from Ridge to stroke her worried son's face. "Rick's right, Brooke," Thorne said. "You should NOT be speaking to anyone without a lawyer!" "I watch Law and Order, and my mother has rights!" Rick declared with more confidence than he was feeling. "Listen, everybody!" Brooke shouted. "You are blowing this way out of proportion!" She then looked at Detective Moretti and told him, "I have no problem speaking with you, Detective Moretti." "Don't say another word, Brooke!" Ridge ordered, as he still held Bridget in his protective grasp. Detective Moretti was curious about Ridge's behavior. He was obviously protecting Brooke Logan, but, from what, he wondered. By now Eric was incensed. His wife was dying and Brooke was being made to look like the victim! "Officers, do you intend to ARREST this woman or don't you?" Eric demanded. "Arrest ME?" Brooke shouted in disbelief. "If anything, YOU'RE the one who needs to be arrested!" "Dad, have you no decency?" Thorne asked. "You actually want the police to arrest Brooke in front of her children! Brooke is right! You should be arrested!" "That's right!" Rick affirmed. "He choked my mother!" Detective Blair examined Brooke closely. "Is that true, Ms. Logan? Did Mr. Forrester assault you?" She asked. "Yes, he did! And, he put his hands on the WRONG woman when he did it!" Brooke replied hotly. Eric stared at the two women open-mouthed, while Taylor and Macy exchanged glances. "That's crap!" Eric screamed. "Not only did she try to kill my wife, but she attacked ME!" "Damn right I did!" Brooke shouted. "I was defending myself AND my son! No man puts his hands on me and gets away with it! NO man!" "She's right." Ridge agreed. "Things got crazy up here, officers, and Logan was just defending herself." Taylor, whose arms were folded, stewed, as Ridge defended Brooke against his own father. "He would have attacked her again if Thorne didn't intervene before you arrived." Ridge continued, seemingly oblivious to his wife's annoyance. "It's true, officers!" A woman's angry voice said. "And, I saw the whole thing!" All heads turned to face the wrath of a disgusted Nurse Wilson. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 12, 2009 11:53:08 GMT -5
Stella Benton, a tall and divinely pretty brunette, bustled about Trent's Grayson's palatial Bel Air home ensuring that everything would be perfect when he arrived. Stella had taken it upon herself to show up at Trent's house that morning and commandeered his Asian houseman, Gee, whom she kept busy all morning. Although Gee was quite offended by Stella's presumptuousness, he knew he could do very little to dissuade her from having free reign of Trent's house. Impressive floral arrangements of calla lilies, apple blossoms and palms dominated the marble and wood table in the foyer and pedestals in the living room. Every stick of furniture had been polished and conditioned. The marble floors were buffed to a glossy shine, and the plush carpets were vacuumed. Stella paid particular attention to Trent's favorite rooms—his kitchen, his bedroom, and his dining room. She made sure that the kitchen was well stocked with his favorite foods and gourmet ingredients. She even went as far as ordering refined truffle and olive oils, Russian caviar, the most velvety Norwegian salmon imaginable, and imported cheeses, all from Dean & Deluca. Stella had worked with Gee all afternoon poring over epicurean recipes to appeal to Trent's sophisticated palate. She carefully selected the wines from his impressive wine cellar, noting their vintages. The merlot would be served at room temperature, while the pinot grigio would be served chilled. The marble and lacquer dining room table was set for two. Long white tapers were placed in the candelabra in the center of the table, and she had Gee place white slipcovers over the parsons' chairs. The linens on Trent's king-size platform bed were replaced with black silk sheets and pillowcases, and Stella shivered in anticipation of the fun they would have on that later tonight. Gee removed a monogrammed silk robe from Trent's armoire and carefully placed it over the mahogany valet. Stella took inventory of everything and smiled in satisfaction. She sure hoped Trent appreciated how hard she worked to see to his every comfort. It never entered Stella's mind that Gee actually did the bulk of the work. Although Trent was very clear that he was not interested in marriage and that he was seeing other women, Stella still held out hope of becoming the next Mrs. Trent Grayson. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 12, 2009 11:56:58 GMT -5
Nurse Wilson introduced herself to Detectives Moretti and Blair. "Officers, you have NO idea how glad I am to see you! I'm the one who called for security." She then went on to describe what she witnessed. "This man ran into the waiting area, jumped on this poor lady, and started choking her! The rest were trying to get him off her, and she kicked him, well . . . uh . . . in his family jewels! She was defending herself. There was a lot of screaming and yelling going on. Then he starts in on the boy, here," Nurse Wilson said, as she gestured in Rick's direction. "That's when this lady jumped on his back and gave it to him good! She told him to leave her boy alone and he got even madder and started in on her again. Just ask, and I will gladly testify as a glorified witness!" Nurse Wilson finished proudly. Detectives Moretti and Blair both noticed the red marks on Brooke's neck, where Eric's hands had been. Detective Moretti nodded at his partner, and she moved with a quickness that astounded Eric. "You're under arrest, sugar, pursuant to California Penal Code Section 243.2—assault and battery in a school, park or on hospital grounds!" Detective Blair immediately grabbed Eric's hands and forcefully yanked them behind his back, and slapped the handcuffs on him within seconds. Eric was livid. Everyone else was stunned. "WHAT?! I don't believe this! The woman who tried to kill my wife is standing right HERE and I'M being arrested!" Eric shrieked in outrage. "I'm just sorry I didn't finish her off!" Eric snapped. Detective Moretti regarded Eric with amusement. "That's right, Mr. Forrester. You just keep right on flapping your gums! Pepa—read him his rights!" "With pleasure!" Detective Blair said with a grim smile, as she started to haul Eric toward the entrance of the waiting area. "Mr. Forrester, you have the right to remain silent . . ." _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 12, 2009 13:22:11 GMT -5
Nurse Wilson introduced herself to Detectives Moretti and Blair. "Officers, you have NO idea how glad I am to see you! I'm the one who called for security." She then went on to describe what she witnessed. "This man ran into the waiting area, jumped on this poor lady, and started choking her! The rest were trying to get him off her, and she kicked him, well . . . uh . . . in his family jewels! She was defending herself. There was a lot of screaming and yelling going on. Then he starts in on the boy, here," Nurse Wilson said, as she gestured in Rick's direction. "That's when this lady jumped on his back and gave it to him good! She told him to leave her boy alone and he got even madder and started in on her again. Just ask, and I will gladly testify as a glorified witness!" Nurse Wilson finished proudly. Detectives Moretti and Blair both noticed the red marks on Brooke's neck, where Eric's hands had been. Detective Moretti nodded at his partner, and she moved with a quickness that astounded Eric. "You're under arrest, sugar, pursuant to California Penal Code Section 243.2—assault and battery in a school, park or on hospital grounds!" Detective Blair immediately grabbed Eric's hands and forcefully yanked them behind his back, and slapped the handcuffs on him within seconds. Eric was livid. Everyone else was stunned. "WHAT?! I don't believe this! The woman who tried to kill my wife is standing right HERE and I'M being arrested!" Eric shrieked in outrage. "I'm just sorry I didn't finish her off!" Eric snapped. Detective Moretti regarded Eric with amusement. "That's right, Mr. Forrester. You just keep right on flapping your gums! Pepa—read him his rights!" "With pleasure!" Detective Blair said with a grim smile, as she started to haul Eric toward the entrance of the waiting area. "Mr. Forrester, you have the right to remain silent . . ." _______________ LOL! So, Eric is going to be spending a night in housing funded by the taxpayers of CA? Priceless! Methinks his new roommate Bubba is not going to be impressed with a guy who attacks a woman, the mother of two of his children, no less, in public.
Eric certainly is showing his ass, isn't he? He's sorry he didn't finish the job, indeed. I cannot wait until he finds out that not only did he attack the wrong person, but his wife is screwing around on him.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 12, 2009 18:14:02 GMT -5
Elke was in her element, as she and her social secretary, Leonard, coordinated the Chevaliers' social calendar for the next three months. They sat in Elke's home office going through invitations, and determined whether to accept or to send regrets. This room happened to be one of Elke's favorites. She took what had been a solarium and transformed it into an office fit for a queen. The office reflected Elke's taste to a tee—sophisticated and feminine. She decorated the office in muted pink silk moiré and peach tones. The office was in the east wing of the estate, where it could get lots of sunlight. There was little need for artificial lighting, as a sunroof was erected into the ceiling. The walls were covered with carefully selected artwork, some of which was showcased in glass cases for protection from the sun. One of her favorite pieces, a print made entirely of bees wax, was strategically mounted in such a way where it would not be affected by direct sunlight. Her most recent acquisition, a Renoir, was the perfect complement to room. Elke spent a considerable amount of money to have the painting shipped from Sotheby's in New York to the Smithsonian in Washington, where an art conservator spent many hours painstakingly restoring it. This was also the room where Elke enjoyed the dying art of writing personal correspondence. She shuddered at the thought of sending email missives to anyone. Her personalized cream stationery was engraved and had her monogram embossed at the top. In addition to handwriting her correspondence, Elke also took the extraordinary step of sealing her envelopes with hot wax and a ring engraved with her initials. She would never deign to put her tongue on the gummed substance of an envelope. Elke preferred to use her tongue for more worthy pursuits—such as savoring the delicate foie grảs and delicious goose liver pate on crostini that she and Leonard nibbled on as they did their work. "What about this one, Mrs. C?" Leonard asked. Surprisingly, Elke was not put off by this term of familiarity and Leonard was the only one in her employ who could get away with it. "Hmm . . . I think we'll want to do this one!" Elke replied, as she considered the engraved invitation to an informal dinner party at the home of one of her friends. Leonard made the appropriate notation in his appointment book, while Elke took care of addressing the response card, indicating in her neat and feminine handwriting that she and Philippe would be attending. Once they were through, Leonard would then prepare a typewritten itinerary of the Chevaliers' whirlwind social schedule for the next three months. He was also charged with reminding Elke of any events that required the purchase of a gift, as well as any personal thank-you notes and flowers. As they considered an invitation to a 3-day conference for Philippe's business associates and their spouses in Palm Beach, Frazier knocked and interrupted Elke's train of thought. " May I help you?" She asked sharply, as she glared at the majordomo. She knew he loathed her, which was fine with her since the feeling was mutual. "Indeed, Madam," Frazier replied sourly. "I would like to know what the meaning of this is." Frazier said, as he thrust the half empty decanter at Elke. Her eyes briefly glittered, and Leonard sensed the change in her mood. "What about it?" Elke snapped. "Madam, when I entered the kitchen, I observed Miss St. George's disposing of its contents. She indicated that you gave her instructions to do so." "Yes, I did! So what of it?" Elke asked brusquely. "Madam," Frazier intoned. "Master Philippe's directives could not have been anymore clearer. While I understand that Miss St. George's is in your employ, she has been put in the unfortunate position where she has disobeyed your husband's directives." Elke slammed her Mont Blanc pen on her antique desk and immediately stood. How dare this—this common serviteur question her? She knew that Frazier was accusing her of something, and she did not like it one bit. Elke decided it was time to put this overly exalted peacock in his place, and she was determined to do so with a quickness. "Frazier, obviously you're forgetting something," Elke started as she rounded the desk to confront her nemesis. " You are also in my employ! I am the mistress of this house, and you had no business confusing my maid by countermanding MY direct orders! You presume too much for someone in your position!" Frazier looked down his nose at Elke and resolved that he would not stoop to her level. "Begging your pardon, Madam, and with all due respect, while I am, indeed, in your employ, I have also been charged by Master Philippe with the task of seeing to it that his household runs smoothly. That includes overseeing the household staff and making sure that they carry out his wishes." Frazier loftily stated. "Perhaps, Madam, there was a reason you wanted this Armagnac disposed of?" Elke controlled the urge to kick Frazier in his shins. "THAT does not concern you!" She barked shortly, clearly perturbed at the effrontery of a servant questioning her motives. "Obviously, I will have to take care of this myself. I want that decanter, Frazier, and I want it now!" She haughtily ordered. Frazier, relieved that none of the household staff would be held responsible, gladly handed the decanter to Elke. "Very well, then. Whatever you say—mad DAME!" Frazier murmured loud enough for Elke and Leonard to overhear as he turned on his heel. Elke was outraged at Frazier's show of disrespect. "WHAT did you say?" She demanded. "I said, 'as you wish, Madam!'" Frazier smugly replied as he walked out the door. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 12, 2009 18:22:33 GMT -5
Macy gasped as she saw her father-in-law being yanked by Detective Blair. "I don't understand!" She said. "Brooke, how could you allow something like this to happen? How could you press charges against Eric knowing how stressed out he is?" "Oh, get over yourself, Macy!" Brooke snapped in annoyance. "Exactly what is it that you don't understand? The man assaulted me and now he's going to jail—end of story!" "It does seem a bit extreme," Taylor remarked, still irked that her husband had yet to even acknowledge that she existed. "Well, ladies, I have news for you!" Detective Moretti announced. "It doesn't matter what Ms. Logan's or anyone else's wishes are. She is not the one responsible for pressing charges. Once it became clear that she was assaulted, it was our job to do what was necessary." Eric was beside himself with anger. "I want to see MY wife!" He screamed. "Mr. Forrester, I suggest you keep your voice down," Detective Blair said, as she continued to yank him out of the waiting area. Eric struggled against her. "Let go of me!" He demanded. "I have a right to see my wife, which I haven't done all day!" "See, there you go confusing rights with privileges!" Detective Blair said. "Oh—and I suggest you watch yourself, too. Otherwise, we'll be forced to charge you with resisting arrest!" Dr. Sussman, who had been paged, immediately rushed into the waiting area and was astounded to see his patient's husband in handcuffs. His first thought was that Eric discovered his wife's infidelity and had flipped out. However, Nurse Wilson disabused him of that notion. "I called you, doctor, because things got out of control here." After she explained to him what happened, Dr. Sussman was disgusted. "I'm sorry," he said to the assembled group. "But, I'm going to have to ask you all to leave!" "What do you mean—leave?" Thorne angrily demanded. "I haven't seen my mother yet!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Forrester, but Mrs. Forrester will not be having any more visitors today. THIS is a hospital, and we have rules! I understand that your family has conducted themselves shamefully. As a hospital, we are within our rights to enforce our policies. I'm sorry, but you and your family will have to leave—right now. Otherwise, it will be necessary to have you escorted out." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 13, 2009 15:54:34 GMT -5
Trent's chauffeured sedan pulled away from LAX to take him home. He read the front page of The Los Angeles Times and was surprised to find out about the shooting at the Forrester Building. Normally, something like that would have been of little interest to him. However, he was now interested in anything having to do with Forrester Creations and its CEO. As he continued to peruse the article, Trent was also surprised to learn that Brooke Logan was the one who discovered the victim and notified the police. Given that the call was made at approximately 12:30 a.m., it was clear to him that the lady was a workaholic. "I'll have to put a stop to that," he thought to himself. Trent learned a long time ago the importance of balancing his hectic work schedule with leisure time. Trent gave a silent prayer of thanksgiving that Brooke was not hurt also. He was now more determined than ever to meet her. Not only did Trent want to meet Brooke, but he was also determined to introduce her to a whole new life. Taking out his cell phone, Trent called his personal assistant, Helen, at Grayson Adams' Los Angeles office. "Hi, Trent!" Helen answered enthusiastically. "How was the flight?" "Long, but very enjoyable. I'm on my way home now to unpack and get some rest. Helen, we have a very busy week coming up, and I wanted to get prepared." "Of course. You did receive a lot of correspondence, which I've reviewed and faxed you a synopsis about. Let me know if there's anything you want me to fax you at home." "I sure will. Helen, I need you to do something else, as well." "Sure. What's that?" "Please gather all information available on Brooke Logan, the CEO of Forrester Creations." "Is there a deadline on this?" "ASAP—the sooner the better." "Trent, does this include personal information?" "Yes. This will also include a background check. Use that investigative firm that we typically use." "Trent, I'm confused. Should I open a new file? And who should I bill this to?" "Helen, my interest in Brooke Logan is strictly personal. Don't worry about the cost of the investigator. Bill it to my personal number, and I'll take care of it." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 13, 2009 16:21:45 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair took a defeated Eric to the precinct house and had him booked and placed in a holding cell. Where he had been defiant before, he was now subdued, having been embarrassed about walking through the hospital's lobby in handcuffs. Even worse, the media was on standby with their cameras. Eric had little doubt that his disheveled figure would be fodder for this evening's Eyewitness News. He had also endured the humiliation of being fingerprinted, having his mug shot taken and having to surrender his personal effects. The worst indignity of all was being patted down like a common criminal and going through a body search. The police stopped short of doing a cavity search, reasoning that Eric did not "look like the type" who would be concealing or transporting drugs or other contraband. After suffering these degradations, Eric was finally allowed to call Jonathan, who indicated he would be there shortly to ensure that bail was properly set and to bail him out immediately afterward. Alone with his thoughts, for the first time, Eric was ashamed of his actions. As he sat on his cot and closed his eyes, he saw the look of fear and horror on his daughter's face and conceded that he lost whatever respect his children may have had for him. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Eric said to himself. "I'll find a way to make it up to you. I swear I will!" _______________ " Now look at what you've done!" Macy hissed. "Back off, Macy, or I swear I'll slap you into the middle of next week!" Brooke warned. "Did you hear THAT?" Macy demanded as she looked to Thorne for assistance only to be greeted by his stony silence. This irritated Macy even more. "Thorne, did you hear what she said to me? Well, are you just going to stand there? DO something about it!" "Shut up, Macy!" a fed-up Thorne snapped. "Just shut up!" Shocked into silence, Macy pouted. Brooke and her children prepared to leave, but Ridge's words stopped them. "Logan, you're in no condition to drive home. I'll drive all of you home. Taylor, you can take the car and go on home. I'll just get a cab back." Taylor was fuming. "Ridge—are you serious?" she asked incredulously. Brooke attempted to dissuade Ridge. "Ridge, I don't need you to escort me home. I'm perfectly capable of driving myself home." "She's right, Ridge," Taylor said. "Besides you have other priorities—one of which is bailing your father out." "Now it's my turn to ask if you are serious!" Ridge scoffed. "There is no way in hell that I'm bailing him out of jail. As far as I'm concerned, he can sit in there and rot!" "Ridge, don't be ridiculous!" Taylor said, deeply offended. "Of course, we'll go and bail your father out! You know full well that he has been under tremendous pressure and wasn't in his right mind!" Brooke was equally offended. "Oh sure, Taylor," Brooke scoffed. "It seems to me that whenever a member of your family attacks me or sets out to destroy MY life, you can come up with 1,000 excuses and justifications! In Venice, it was Stephanie's health; now, it's because Eric is stressed out. Heaven forbid if any of you should take responsibility for your actions!" Taylor was thunderstruck by Brooke's outburst. "Brooke, can't you ever think of anyone but yourself? I mean, how did you make this all about you?" "Let's go, Mom!" Bridget demanded as she shot Taylor a venomous look. "Your comment doesn't even deserve a response," Brooke told Taylor frigidly. "If I were as selfish as you claimed, I would have never brought my children here to support their father! But, as usual, you dipped into the Kool-Aid and don't even know the flavor!" "I told you it was a mistake to come here, Mom!" Rick groused. "We are so out of here!" Brooke said, as she gave Taylor the "talk-to-the-hand" gesture. After Brooke, Rick and Bridget stalked out, Taylor turned on Ridge. "Well, are you going to bail your father out?" "Taylor, did I stutter? I've made my feelings on the matter very clear!" "Fine!" Taylor snapped. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 13, 2009 16:27:53 GMT -5
"WHOO HOO! There sure was a whole lot of drama going on in that waiting room!" Detective Blair remarked to her partner, as she drank her coffee. "You better know it." Detective Moretti replied. "Did you check out that dynamic between Ridge Forrester and Brooke Logan?" "HAH! You would have to be legally blind to miss it! I thought I would keel over when his wife gave them the evil eye! Oh, and the other thing that tripped me out was the way she and the other Forrester wife acted all shocked that we arrested their father-in-law." "Unbelievable, huh?" Detective Moretti said, as he shook his head. "Some women never fail to amaze me. They will be the first ones to get on their soapbox and rant about how men shouldn't hit women or abuse them. Then the moment a man they know, love or respect is involved, then the rules suddenly change." "Oh, but don't you see? They can't stand the woman involved. That's why the rules have changed! And, keep in mind, that this is the same man, who bragged that he never touched his own wife in anger." "You noticed that, too? Like I said—unbelievable!" Detective Moretti spat in disgust. "The woman's standing there with marks all over her neck, and he's shocked that he's going to jail!" "Aren't they always?" Detective Blair asked. "What irks me even more is that thanks to him, we may have blown our one chance to talk to Ms. Logan without an attorney present." Detective Moretti said in frustration. "I know—but her kid was right. She does have rights!" Detective Blair insisted. She then noticed her partner watching her and felt a lecture coming on. "Look, I know what you're about to say so don't even start!" "Oh, so you know, then? Pepa, I've warned you before about getting emotionally involved in these cases! Could you have made it any more obvious that you felt sorry for the Forrester girl?" "I'm sorry, Al, but that poor child was having a fit! She witnessed her father choking her mother, and then she thinks her mother is about to go to jail. It's just not right for children to witness such things!" "Look, Pepa—I'm not criticizing. I just want you to try to reign in your feelings a little more, that's all. Her kids are loyal. I'll say that much. But, you and I have arrested enough abusive and crooked parents to know that that loyalty isn't always deserved." "I know, but I just have a gut feeling about this. I honestly don't think she did it." "Well, I hope for her kids' sake that you're right." _______________
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Post by lalogan on Jan 13, 2009 23:37:30 GMT -5
I'm glad Brooke told Macy to back off (and I almost wish she'd carried out her threat to slap the drunk, smelly skank into next week) once the bitch tried to blame everything on her -- and then when the bitch tried to make herself out to be the victim, Thorne actually recovered some semblance of a spine and reiterated to his dumb wife to shut her face.
Taydrunk is some piece of work. She whines about getting ErWeak out of jail, then when Brooke DARES to balk, pointing out her, Taydrunk's, double standards, Taydrunk gets all, "You try to make everything about yourself!" Can we say PROJECTION, boys and girls?
Widge is being a jerk to Taydrunk, though. Whether she's right about getting ErWeak out of jail or not, his treatment of her in that scene is very disrespectful. Could the so-called "people-reader" FINALLY allow the truth to penetrate her thick skull...that Widge is a frickin' creep and he is as obsessed with Brooke as Taydrunk likes to pretend Brooke is with him?
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 10:34:38 GMT -5
Nurse Wilson introduced herself to Detectives Moretti and Blair. "Officers, you have NO idea how glad I am to see you! I'm the one who called for security." She then went on to describe what she witnessed. "This man ran into the waiting area, jumped on this poor lady, and started choking her! The rest were trying to get him off her, and she kicked him, well . . . uh . . . in his family jewels! She was defending herself. There was a lot of screaming and yelling going on. Then he starts in on the boy, here," Nurse Wilson said, as she gestured in Rick's direction. "That's when this lady jumped on his back and gave it to him good! She told him to leave her boy alone and he got even madder and started in on her again. Just ask, and I will gladly testify as a glorified witness!" Nurse Wilson finished proudly. Detectives Moretti and Blair both noticed the red marks on Brooke's neck, where Eric's hands had been. Detective Moretti nodded at his partner, and she moved with a quickness that astounded Eric. "You're under arrest, sugar, pursuant to California Penal Code Section 243.2—assault and battery in a school, park or on hospital grounds!" Detective Blair immediately grabbed Eric's hands and forcefully yanked them behind his back, and slapped the handcuffs on him within seconds. Eric was livid. Everyone else was stunned. "WHAT?! I don't believe this! The woman who tried to kill my wife is standing right HERE and I'M being arrested!" Eric shrieked in outrage. "I'm just sorry I didn't finish her off!" Eric snapped. Detective Moretti regarded Eric with amusement. "That's right, Mr. Forrester. You just keep right on flapping your gums! Pepa—read him his rights!" "With pleasure!" Detective Blair said with a grim smile, as she started to haul Eric toward the entrance of the waiting area. "Mr. Forrester, you have the right to remain silent . . ." _______________ LOL! So, Eric is going to be spending a night in housing funded by the taxpayers of CA? Priceless! Methinks his new roommate Bubba is not going to be impressed with a guy who attacks a woman, the mother of two of his children, no less, in public.
Eric certainly is showing his ass, isn't he? He's sorry he didn't finish the job, indeed. I cannot wait until he finds out that not only did he attack the wrong person, but his wife is screwing around on him.But, Giovanna, don't you know that people like Eric don't actually go to jail? Funny how he can publicly make these comments and threats and think that they won't come back to bite him on the butt. The more he shows off, the harder his fall is going to be. OT--Oh, and speaking of people finding out the truth about their lying wives, yesterday's Y&R was simply sublime! I can't stand Brad Carlton but the sight of him schooling SurferDude about that insecure psycho he married was heavenly. I couldn't stop laughing!
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 10:43:47 GMT -5
I'm glad Brooke told Macy to back off (and I almost wish she'd carried out her threat to slap the drunk, smelly skank into next week) once the bitch tried to blame everything on her -- and then when the bitch tried to make herself out to be the victim, Thorne actually recovered some semblance of a spine and reiterated to his dumb wife to shut her face. Taydrunk is some piece of work. She whines about getting ErWeak out of jail, then when Brooke DARES to balk, pointing out her, Taydrunk's, double standards, Taydrunk gets all, "You try to make everything about yourself!" Can we say PROJECTION, boys and girls? Widge is being a jerk to Taydrunk, though. Whether she's right about getting ErWeak out of jail or not, his treatment of her in that scene is very disrespectful. Could the so-called "people-reader" FINALLY allow the truth to penetrate her thick skull...that Widge is a frickin' creep and he is as obsessed with Brooke as Taydrunk likes to pretend Brooke is with him? Believe me, lalogan, I came very close to having Brooke fulfill your wishes, but I figured that Macy's punishment should come later and in other ways. She would try the patience of a saint, and thankfully someone told her to shut her yap. ITA with you about Ridge's behavior. He didn't have to throw petals at Taylor's feet, but she is his wife and deserves to be treated with a certain level of respect. Unfortunately, he persists in seeing Brooke as this helpless woman who needs him to ride to her rescue. While it is true that Brooke was physically attacked, she was so incapacitated that she couldn't drive. As long as he continues to behave that way, his wife will feel slighted. It's only a matter of time before Taylor "gets it," and Ridge probably won't get a moment's peace.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 14, 2009 13:16:45 GMT -5
Macy gasped as she saw her father-in-law being yanked by Detective Blair. "I don't understand!" She said. "Brooke, how could you allow something like this to happen? How could you press charges against Eric knowing how stressed out he is?""See, there you go confusing rights with privileges!" Detective Blair said. "Oh—and I suggest you watch yourself, too. Otherwise, we'll be forced to charge you with resisting arrest!" Boy, Macy is something else! Eric attacks Brooke to the point of leaving bruises and when the cops intervene, it's BROOKE'S fault for his getting arrested. I guess Brooke is supposed to turn the other cheek and suffer in silence for the sake of the family, a family that does not respect her.
And I am LOVING these two cops! Blair and her comment about rights and privileges had me LMAO. I wish they were around when the old witch attacked Brooke at the cabin.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 14:24:19 GMT -5
Trent walked into his immaculate home, and was immediately greeted by his houseman, Gee. "May I take your bags, Mr. Grayson?" "No thank you, Gee. I'll take them upstairs myself." "Yes, sir. Dinner will be ready shortly." Gee stated before excusing himself. Trent headed upstairs to his bedroom suite and removed his jacket and began to remove his tie. He stopped short, as he heard the sound of splashing water coming from his bathroom. He walked through the slightly ajar door of his bathroom and was surprised to see Stella rubbing her skin with a loofah sponge. "Hello, lover." She purred. "Stella," Trent slowly said. "This is quite a surprise!" "A pleasant one, I hope. I honestly didn't expect you this soon. I wanted to have my bath done and wanted to be dressed before you got home. I've planned a very relaxing evening for us complete with dinner, wine, and a night of exquisite lovemaking." "My cup runneth over," Trent drawled as he sat on the edge of the round sunken marble tub. "What did I do to deserve all this?" "Just being you, Trent." "Really, Stella. I wish you hadn't gone to so much trouble. To be honest, I had a long flight and planned on turning in early tonight. I have a lot of work waiting for me at the office." "Oh pooh!" Stella pouted, as she blew suds in Trent's direction. "I wanted tonight to be so special!" "Oh, it is." Trent smoothly replied. He then took the loofah from Stella and proceeded to wash her back with it. "I just wish I had known you were coming over." "Mmmmmm," Stella sighed as she closed her eyes. "That feels sooooo good!" "That's a coincidence! It's supposed to!" Trent grinned. He then threw the loofah into the water and replaced it with his hands. He picked up a bottle of shower gel and squeezed some of the gel onto Stella's shoulders. He kneaded her shoulders and continued to work his way down to her breasts. "Ohhhh . . . don't stop! Please don't stop!" Stella gasped. Trent soaped Stella's breasts, paying close attention to her erect Whipples. He then stood up and discarded the rest of his clothes. Stella's eyes widened appreciatively as she eyed the perfectly formed Adonis standing before her. "What about dinner?" Stella huskily asked as she reached out to massage Trent's body. "Mmmmmm ... don't worry about dinner right now." Trent whispered as he climbed into the tub. "Let's have dessert first. Then maybe we can have dinner upstairs later." He then pulled Stella toward him and massaged her back and buttocks. His mouth found hers and she responded with passion. Stella screamed in pleasure as the two lovers moved rhythmically, engaging in a dance as old as time. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 14:31:45 GMT -5
Brooke and her children arrived home weary and emotionally drained. Brooke and Bridget went into the kitchen to start dinner, while Rick retreate to his mother's study and quietly closed the door. He then picked up the phone and dialed it. "Reese, Reese & Connelly," a receptionist answered after the first ring. "I would like to speak to Storm--I mean Mr. Stephen Logan, Jr. please." Rick said nervously. "May I tell Mr. Logan who's calling?" "His nephew, Rick Forrester." The receptionist then rang Storm, who had been reviewing a poorly drafted brief. "Yes, Cindy!" he snapped. He sure would be glad when his paralegal learned how to check citations correctly, he thought irritably as he marked the brief up with his red pen. "I'm sorry, Storm. But, your nephew, Rick Forrester, is on line 4." Storm looked at the phone with curiosity. Why in the world was Rick calling, he wondered. Storm thanked Cindy and then picked up line 4. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 14, 2009 14:41:20 GMT -5
An irritated Thorne dropped Macy off at home. He told Macy he wanted to stop by the Forrester Building to check on the investigation. Macy curled herself up in an easy chair in the living room and flipped through the latest issue of Parenting magazine, which she bought from the hospital gift shop. However, she was still a little miffed about the events that transpired. "I just knew if that tramp showed up, there would be trouble!" It was bad enough that poor Eric was arrested, but no one else in the family was able to visit Stephanie at all. "Thanks to Brooke!" Macy bitterly fumed. As Macy continued to flip through the magazine, she became excited when she looked at the perfect mothers with their perfect babies. The prospect of having a baby with Thorne filled Macy with a joy she had not experienced in a long time. "Oh, Thorne," she sighed. "We are going to be such perfect parents! You'll see! And, we will have such fun trying!" Macy giggled. However, her high hopes were suddenly dashed when she heard that nagging little voice. "You're fooling yourself again, girlfriend!" The little voice laughed. Macy shook her head in denial. "No! I know we can do this!" Macy insisted. However, that little voice would give Macy no respite. "Let's see . . . Brooke has two, and Taylor has three! Your husband won't even touch you with a 10-foot pole! Or, is that 10 inches?" The little voice taunted. "Thorne loves ME! I know he does!" Macy asserted. "What's love got to do with it?" The little voice asked. "Doesn't it take more than love to make a baby—like, uh . . . sex, maybe?" Macy cowered in the chair, and repeatedly shook her head in denial, as if she could hide from the truth. "We do make love!" She angrily whispered. "Humph! I bet Brooke would be getting every bit of that sweet, hot, good loving every night if Thorne was married to her!" The little voice sneered. "Not true!" Macy said, vigorously shaking her head. "We do make love! We do!" Macy cried, her eyes filling with tears, as that little voice continued to fill her with doubt and self-loathing. "Suuuuure you do! How often has Thorne made love with thee? Let me count the times ...1, 2, 3, 4... " "STOP IT!" Macy screamed. "Just . . . stop . . . it!" She whispered in defeat. The magazine fell out of her hands onto the floor. Macy wrapped her arms around herself and lowered her head. She then sobbed in desolation as if she had nothing else to live for, crying until she could cry no more. As much of a false bravado Macy put up for Taylor's sake, she knew that even broaching the subject of having a baby with Thorne was going to be difficult. Despite her angry tirade directed at Brooke, where she claimed that Thorne made love to her "merrily every night," Macy knew that was a lie. In fact, Thorne's excuses and evasions were downright humiliating and continually broke her spirit. Despite those few moments of self-reflection and clarity, she was as determined as ever to get pregnant. Macy stood, picked up the magazine and tucked it under her arm. "I'm just tired and overly emotional because of Stephanie," she reasoned. She walked toward a table filled with pictures. Her eyes lingered on a recent family portrait of Ridge, Taylor and their children. Macy picked up the photo and studied it intently. "It's so unfair!" She sobbed as her eyes welled up with tears again. "Thorne and I deserve to be parents, too!" She cried mournfully. Willing herself out of her pity party, Macy reassured herself that Thorne would love the idea of being a father. "We just have to do whatever it takes to make it happen!" _______________
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