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Post by MissJr on Jan 15, 2009 10:13:29 GMT -5
Eric stopped by the intake clerk's desk of the precinct to retrieve his personal belongings. Although Jonathan had arrived to bail him out sometime ago, another hour passed before Eric could be fully processed for release. "You know, Eric, I would totally expect something like this from Stephanie. But, you really surprised me," Jonathan sermonized as he shook his head in bewilderment. "I wasn't in my right mind," Eric claimed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "But, damn it, Jonathan! My wife almost died and there's not a damn thing I can do about it!" "So you think that accusing Brooke of the shooting and assaulting her is supposed to help Stephanie? Do you really believe Brooke is capable of something like that? Don't you think you should at least wait to hear what Stephanie has to say before throwing around such wild accusations?" "Frankly, I don't know what to believe anymore. I'm simply at my wit's end." "Well, I'm going to drive you to the hospital so you can pick up your car. How is Stephanie doing by the way?" "I honestly don't know anymore. I just wish I could do something!" Eric growled as he banged his fist into his palm. "Eric, we have other concerns. You should know that you will be served with a summons to appear in court for this and you will be formally arraigned at that time. I'll do all I can to get you off, but it's going to be difficult." "What do you mean, difficult?" a wary Eric asked. Jonathan sighed before responding. "Keep in mind that you assaulted Brooke in a room full of witnesses. Your children might come through for you once they get over the shock, but I have no doubt the police interviewed this Nurse Wilson, as well as other people who were there. The possible punishments include a fine, as well as at least six months in jail." The color drained from Eric's face. "I don't have time to sit in jail for six months!" "Well, I sure wish you had thought about that before." Jonathan saw the dejected look on his client and friend's face. "Look, Eric, are you going to be alright at home by yourself?" "Yes, of course, I will. My family isn't really speaking to me, but I'll be okay. Besides, I still need to call my daughters to let them know what's happened." "Okay. Eric, I'm not just your lawyer. So if anytime you want to talk ..." "I know, Jonathan. I know." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 15, 2009 10:16:51 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair were finally finishing up what had been a long day. Detective Moretti's phone rang as he was finalizing his reports. He picked up the phone and listened intently. Detective Blair, who had been dictating into her hand-held Dictaphone, stopped when she saw her partner's eyes widen and listened closely to his end of the conversation. "Uh huh ... uh huh …you don't say!" Detective Moretti commented as he scribbled on a yellow legal pad. "Well, that's news to me!" he went on. By now, Detective Blair was frantic to know what was going on. "Okay, Jim! Thanks for the info." Detective Moretti said, as he hung up the phone. "Well?" Detective Blair asked. "Okay—brace yourself for this." Detective Moretti started. "The ballistics came back on that piece. Apparently, this was a .44 caliber with three distinctive engraved marks on it. Do the initials, 'S H G' mean anything to you?" "Yes!" Detective Blair gasped excitedly. She jumped up, ran to a file cabinet and began pulling files. "That would be none other than the Sugar Hill Gang!" "Mmm hmm." Detective Moretti confirmed. "Now, dig this! This particular gun was one of several that turned up missing from the evidence room a while back. On top of that, this same gun was later used in an armed robbery at a small bank branch on La Cienga Blvd." "You're kidding!" Detective Blair exclaimed in disbelief. "How did someone at Forrester Creations get their hands on a gun connected to the Sugar Hill Gang?" "That's what we need to find out. You and I are going to stop by the Forrester Building first thing in the morning and speak to that Joe Barnes. I want every single file and piece of info he has on every single employee—from the principals on down. We've already ascertained that the Forrester dame was doing more midnight creeping than midnight sleeping. Just because someone has a Beverly Hills address doesn't mean they don't go slumming into the less desirable parts of L.A. from time to time." "Al, you might also want to get the name of the cleaning service they use. It may be possible, too, that someone, who works for that service is connected with that gang." "I think the gun was stolen from this precinct," Detective Moretti said. "That means we're going to need to establish a chain of custody—from the time it left this precinct to the moment it ended up on the rug in that office." "And, don't forget, too, that we still need to get a match on those prints." "Right! I'm also anxious to stop by the Forrester mansion to verify Mr. Forrester's alibi. While we're there, we can pick up that tape of those phone calls. You know what else we have to do, too, don't you?" Detective Moretti teased. "No, Al! Don't even go there!" "Uh huh. We're going to have to stop by Fatback's Pool Hall to get the scoop on the gang and whether anyone around there has been shooting off their mouth about fencing stolen weapons." "Al, I don't want to go anywhere near that place!" "Oh, come on! You know Fatback has a soft spot for you. I sure wish you would put the fool out of his misery and go out with him—just once!" "Not on your life! If I have to smell that stank breath and that underarm funk one more time, I'm gonna puke! And, don't even get me started on that dried-out Jeri curl!"" Detective Moretti threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Picky! Picky!" "I have a right to be picky, thank you very much!" Detective Blair said in a huff. "Oh sure—all you women are in search of the perfect man. Well, they can't all look like George or Denzel, you know!" "I'm not looking for George or Denzel either! Besides," Detective Blair said, giving her partner a sideward glance. "What makes you think that you're not the perfect man?" Detective Moretti laughed shortly. "Oh right! Now, I know you're upset!" he chuckled. "What if I promise not to leave you alone with Fatback? Besides, you might get lucky. He might spritz his perm up with some activator just for you." Detective Blair looked at her partner and rolled her eyes. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 15, 2009 10:20:54 GMT -5
Storm's eyes darkened as he listened to Rick's tale. He could not believe what he was hearing."Rick, let me speak to your mother—right now!" Storm angrily demanded. Rick placed the receiver on Brooke's desk and left her study. Thoroughly convinced he had made the right call, he smiled grimly as he headed toward the kitchen. Rick surprised Brooke when he informed her that she had a phone call. Brooke was puzzled as she never even heard the phone ring. She went into her study hoping that the media had not tracked her down. She counted to ten before picking up the receiver and took a deep breath. "Hello?" Brooke answered nervously. Without any preamble, Storm immediately got to the point. "Brooke, what the hell is this foolishness I'm hearing about Eric accusing you of shooting Stephanie? And is it true that this man actually put his hands on you?! If it is, I'll smash his face in!" Storm shouted. "Oh, Stormy!" Brooke cried as tears of relief rolled down her face. "I need you so much! The last 48 hours have been an absolute nightmare! How did you find out?" "Fortunately, your son had the foresight and good sense to call me. Brooke, listen to me! I don't want you talking to the police or making anymore statements to anyone." Storm sternly insisted. "I've already gotten that speech from everybody else." Brooke remarked sarcastically before laughing through her tears. "Brooke, this is serious and you can't be flippant about this! Your very freedom is at stake. I'm getting on the first thing smoking out to L.A. It's high time someone from your family is there to support you other than two teenagers." "Storm, I appreciate that, but what about your practice?" "It won't suffer at all. My firm has a satellite office in L.A. that I can use while I'm there. Right now, my priority is my stubborn, impulsive sister." "Thank you!" Brooke cried gratefully. "You know, I do need your support right now. I thought I could do this alone, but I don't think so anymore. I honestly don't understand how all this happened. It's like everything just spiraled out of control and now I'm being accused of attempted murder! Luckily, no one in the family believes Eric's accusations." "Not yet. Brooke, it really doesn't matter what Ridge, Thorne or the other Forresters believe. What we should be more concerned about is what the police believe." "Well, what do you expect me to do?" Brooke asked in exasperation. "Just what I told you—stop talking, and stop offering to talk. Before I come out, I'm going to call a really good friend of mine, a criminal defense attorney named Ted Barnett. I want to set up a consultation with him for you. Ted is one of the best criminal lawyers in California, and he's handled a lot of high-profile cases." "Stormy, do you really think this is necessary?" "Yes, Brooke, I do. The sooner you retain Ted and start looking out for your own interests for a change, the better." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 16, 2009 10:19:06 GMT -5
As Frazier supervised the staff in preparation for Elke's dinner with the museum curator, he reflected on his confrontation with Elke. "That Swiss-German pop tart!" He sniped under his breath. He felt that he had spent nearly all day dealing with hysterical females—from Daphne to Cécile and then Elke herself. Frazier found Elke's cruelty in threatening to have Cécile deported and dismissed without any kind of severance pay abominable. Although Frazier had the utmost respect for Philippe, he despised Elke. They clashed occasionally, but very seldom in the presence of guests and other employees. Daphne and Cécile were both upset thanks to Elke's sharp tongue and meanness. Frazier knew that today marked a turning point and he told himself that he now needed to be on guard. He certainly did not intend to stand by and allow Elke to abuse the household staff or to disrespect him any longer. Frazier also knew that if he slipped up just once, Elke would not hesitate to have him dismissed or disposed of in some other way. Frazier made it his business to know everything that was going on in the Chevalier household and had been noting Elke's increasingly eccentric behavior for some time. "I know everything that goes on in this house, and some people had better take heed." He murmured as his jaw tightened. Frazier was certain that the police would be very interested in some of the things he knew. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 16, 2009 10:24:20 GMT -5
Dr. Sussman and Dr. Alonzo Rivera were in Stephanie's room to assess her progress. Dr. Sussman was encouraged that his patient had finally awoken and made some notes on her progress chart.
"Good evening, Mrs. Forrester. How are you feeling?" Dr. Sussman asked as he checked Stephanie's vitals.
"Terrible!" Stephanie snapped in a hoarse voice. "May I have some water?"
Dr. Sussman poured Stephanie a cup of cold water from the pitcher on her bed tray.
Stephanie took a few careful sips through a straw before speaking again. "Who are you, and who is this?" she asked, nodding her head in Dr. Rivera's direction.
"I'm your treating physician and surgeon, Dr. Ben Sussman, and this is Dr. Alonzo Rivera, one of our social workers."
"Social workers? I don't need any social worker." Stephanie complained. "Anyway, isn't that for poor people?"
The doctors exchanged looks of surprise, and Dr. Rivera chuckled nervously before responding.
"Actually, Mrs. Forrester, our Sociology Department works with patients, who have experienced trauma, as well as their families, in helping the patient cope with that trauma." Dr. Rivera explained.
"I see," Stephanie flatly replied. "So you think I need a shrink or somebody holding my hand before you inform me that I'll never walk again. Am I right?"
"No, Mrs. Forrester, it's not as simplistic as that."
"Oh please!" Stephanie snapped. "Please don't patronize me. I've known even before I got here that I had no feeling below my waist. When I tried to move my feet earlier …" Stephanie's voice drifted off. "Look, all I ask is that you treat me with respect and treat me like an adult. I don't want to be coddled or petted. Just give it to me straight with no chaser. Is this permanent?"
"In all honesty, Mrs. Forrester, it's really too soon to tell," Dr. Sussman responded. "We have a specialist, who will be here first thing tomorrow morning. He will examine you, review your X-rays and run some other tests. He will be in a much better position to tell you what your prognosis is. The fact of the matter is that although we were successful in removing the other bullet fragments, there is one bullet remaining, which we did not think it was prudent to remove at this time. That bullet is very close to your spinal cord. The specialist will explain the surgery, including whether he feels he should perform it, as well as the risks involved."
"Where's my family?" Stephanie asked suspiciously. "I haven't seen my husband yet."
"Well, they were here earlier, Mrs. Forrester, but since visiting hours will be over soon, we sent them all home. They've been worried sick about you." Dr. Sussman replied smoothly.
"Doctor, you mentioned risks earlier. I suppose one of those risks is permanent paralysis?" Stephanie asked in a halting breath.
"Possibly." Dr. Sussman said.
Stephanie felt as if she were a balloon that had suddenly been deflated. She visibly shrank from Dr. Sussman's assessment.
"What are you feeling?" Dr. Rivera asked.
"You want the truth?" Stephanie asked tiredly.
"Of course."
"I can't deal with this. I just can't. Not being able to walk again ... a lifetime of bed pans ... being treated like an invalid—just when I was enjoying life to the fullest!"
"I realize that your future may seem bleak right now," a sympathetic Dr. Rivera stated. "However, you have to take things one day at a time."
"One day at a time … it would have been better if you had simply let me die." Stephanie whispered as tears filled her eyes.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 16, 2009 14:32:38 GMT -5
Whoa, awesome reading!
Thank God Rick called Storm. Hopefully Brooke will heed his advice and not be too impulsive or trusting.
So, Frazier has some dirt on Elke, eh? I hope he goes to the police.
Could there be a more pathetic character than Macy? Planning to get pregnant just to hold onto her man. Considering the fact that he won't even sleep with her, how does she expect to get pregnant? Tell him to close his eyes and pretend she's Brooke? Stupid chick.
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Post by Horsey on Jan 16, 2009 16:46:06 GMT -5
I think I'm falling for Trent myself He could take me horseback riding anytime he liked! May I ask who you would cast as Trent? And I do miss Elke, she is so wickedly evil that I can't help but like her. Of course anyone that takes Stephanie down a notch or two is good in my book. I really wonder if Stephanie hasn't met her match with Elke. I also wonder how Eric will react when he realizes that Stephanie has been stepping out on him. Although I don't blame him for looking for love with someone other than Stephanie, she has in some respects been his "fall back" girl/lady for many many years. The brood mare so to speak. It's interesting to ponder how he will feel with the shoe on the other foot.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 17, 2009 8:10:54 GMT -5
Whoa, awesome reading!
Thank God Rick called Storm. Hopefully Brooke will heed his advice and not be too impulsive or trusting.
So, Frazier has some dirt on Elke, eh? I hope he goes to the police.
Could there be a more pathetic character than Macy? Planning to get pregnant just to hold onto her man. Considering the fact that he won't even sleep with her, how does she expect to get pregnant? Tell him to close his eyes and pretend she's Brooke? Stupid chick. That was definitely a good move on Rick's part. But, Brooke is the key and she really has to listen. I remember someone commenting during Leona Helmsley's trial for tax fraud that they hoped she didn't piss off the help because those were the kind of people in her jury pool. As it turned out she did piss them off big time and it came back to bite her on her nouveau riche butt. Elke had better watch her step because her butler is a lot more clever than she gives him credit for. Yeah, Macy is one dumb lady. She's seen firsthand how having children "cements" a troubled marriage and she wants that same lightening to strike in her own. Too bad her husband hasn't exactly been that cooperative.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 17, 2009 8:16:19 GMT -5
I think I'm falling for Trent myself He could take me horseback riding anytime he liked! May I ask who you would cast as Trent? And I do miss Elke, she is so wickedly evil that I can't help but like her. Of course anyone that takes Stephanie down a notch or two is good in my book. I really wonder if Stephanie hasn't met her match with Elke. I also wonder how Eric will react when he realizes that Stephanie has been stepping out on him. Although I don't blame him for looking for love with someone other than Stephanie, she has in some respects been his "fall back" girl/lady for many many years. The brood mare so to speak. It's interesting to ponder how he will feel with the shoe on the other foot. Horsey, it's great to hear from you! In all honesty, I love Pierce Brosnan cast as Trent. However, Trent is based on a man I happen to know personally here in Washington--well not THAT personally! But the description is similar. Elke has serious issues but she's delightfully evil and keeps tripping over her own feet. You know how the coverup tends to be much worse than the original offense. She'll probably commit a few more offenses before she's finally caught. Stephanie will rue the day that she started up with Phillipe. I love how you described Stephanie as Eric's fallback girl/lady and his brood mare. Five children and she STILL couldn't hold on to the guy! I'm sure Eric will have a hard time accepting that his wife has been stepping out on him especially after he gave her what she always wanted after she had the stroke--to be remarried to him.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 17, 2009 8:20:21 GMT -5
CHAPTER 7 – "SEEKING ANSWERS"Trent had gotten up early the following morning and spent two hours in his study reviewing the faxes Helen sent to his home. This was something he intended to do when he got home yesterday, but Stella proved to be a delightful distraction. They spent the rest of the evening dining in his bedroom suite, and then ended the evening in bed. Now that he had had the benefit of a good night's rest, he was ready to get down to business. In the next few months, some very important proposed telecommunications legislation was coming up for debate in the House and Senate, and he could ill afford to be distracted. Trent walked into his bedroom suite and gently shook the sleeping woman in his bed awake. As much affection as he harbored for Stella, there were mornings like this when he wished she would make like a vampire and disappear before the crack of dawn. Stella sleepily stirred and yawned when she opened her eyes. She was surprised to see that Trent was fully dressed. Stella had hoped that they could sleep in late and that they could enjoy a leisurely breakfast followed by another round of lovemaking. She emerged from beneath the silk sheets, kneeled on the bed, and stretched. She pressed her nude, luscious form against Trent, and undulated her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Good morning, lover," Stella whispered as she sensuously licked the outer shell of Trent's ear. "Good morning yourself," he murmured, returning her embrace. "You're up early, I see." "Remember that I told you yesterday that I've got to get caught up on a lot of work at the office." Trent said, as he gently removed Stella's arms from around his neck. "You're going into the office on a Saturday?" Stella asked in surprise. "What about breakfast? Maybe I can have Gee fix us a light breakfast—something quick." Stella suggested hopefully. "Actually, I've given Gee the weekend off. I will be in my office most of today and I'll grab something on my way in. I'll also be working part of tomorrow." "Well, how about a quickie before you go then?" She asked seductively, as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. Trent feigned disappointment before responding. "Sweetheart, as tempting as that offer is, I'll have to pass. You know what would happen if we made love. I'll never be able to pull myself away." He pulled Stella's hand away from his fly, but not before she felt him responding to her touch. Stella was a little miffed, however, as she was not used to turndowns. "I see." Stella snapped, her ego bruised. She climbed down from the bed and flounced toward the bathroom. "Funny—you say no, but my favorite part of your body is saying yes." Trent merely looked at her and shrugged. While Stella was showering, Trent opened the doors of a customized cabinet built into the walls of his bedroom and turned on the flat-screen television to catch the morning news. He tuned in just in time to hear the anchorwoman rehashing the latest developments in the Stephanie Forrester shooting. Trent's eyes widened when the anchorwoman went on to say: "In a related story, Forrester Creations founder, Eric Forrester, was arrested yesterday afternoon for assaulting his former wife and his company's CEO, Brooke Logan." Next was a news clip of Eric, looking debonair and distinguished in his tuxedo, giving an acceptance speech at an awards gala earlier in the week. Trent was riveted when Brooke's onscreen image was shown at the same gala, wanly clapping her hands with a smile on her face that did not quite reach her eyes. She was shown in another clip on the arm of a tall handsome man, as they emerged from a Beverly Hills restaurant one evening. Brooke's dinner companion was identified as attorney, Connor Davis. Inexplicably, Trent felt a twinge of jealousy, which surprised him. The anchorwoman went on to describe how Eric choked Brooke at the hospital, and how the Forrester clan became so rowdy that they were ordered to leave. Trent was furious that Brooke or any woman would be treated in such a manner. "If I were there, I would have snapped that jerk's neck in two," Trent angrily thought. Trent was also surprised that Brooke was once married to a man old enough to be her father. Although he read about her professional accomplishments, he could not help but wonder if Brooke's position with Forrester Creations was directly related to her marriage and subsequent divorce from Eric. Trent was so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear Stella come into the bedroom. Nor, did he realize that she had been speaking to him for quite some time. She had emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a thick towel and was combing her damp hair. She was chagrined that she received no response from Trent to her queries. "Trent, you haven't heard a word I said!" Stella complained in annoyance. Surmising that he was engrossed in the news, Stella stood in front of Trent and waved her hands in front of his face. "Yoo hoo! Earth to Trent! I asked if you wanted to get together next week!" She all but shouted. Trent barely glanced Stella's way. "I'm sorry, Brooke— what did you say?" He asked in agitation. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 17, 2009 8:23:18 GMT -5
Stephanie felt unattractive, bloated and useless. She wanted out of this dump called life, and she wanted out now. That morning, Dr. Sussman, along with the dietician, insisted that Stephanie sip some of the saltiest and nastiest chicken broth she had ever tasted. They claimed it was because of her lowered blood pressure. "Whatever!" Stephanie snapped bitterly. She did not particularly care anyway since she had no appetite. In fact, she did not care about anything anymore. Stephanie cried for over an hour last night, as Dr. Rivera held her hand. At turns, she cried tears of self-pity and angrily railed at the heavens about the seeming hopelessness of her situation. "It's just NOT fair! What did I do to deserve this?" She screamed. When Dr. Rivera attempted to talk to Stephanie, she went on a crying jag and repeatedly wailed, "My life is over!" No amount of comforting would do. Dr. Rivera (a devout Roman Catholic) blushed when Stephanie started to curse God. She then implored Dr. Rivera to just let her die. When the storm of weeping, wailing and cursing passed, Dr. Rivera had the on-duty nurse give Stephanie a mild sedative. He stayed with Stephanie until she fell asleep. When her breathing finally calmed, Dr. Rivera slipped out of her room, but not before saying a brief prayer. While Stephanie slept, she dreamed the same dream she dreamed before. The only difference was that this time, the images were clearer. The woman holding the gun was definitely a hazel-eyed blonde. However, there was some confusion in Stephanie's mind, as the blonde seemed to have two faces. Both faces were beautiful. Yet, one face had vitality, warmth and vulnerability, while the other face had a haughty coldness and a look of calculated cunning. While the woman wanted to hurt and humiliate Stephanie, she also had tears in her eyes and seemed to want to help her. As if it were a camera, Stephanie's unconscious mind sharply focused on the room. Stephanie saw herself fall and hit her head on the edge of a desk in slow motion. Stephanie realized that the room she was in was an office. The office and its furnishings seemed eerily familiar. Stephanie then focused on a nameplate on the desk—Brooke Logan. Stephanie's unconscious thoughts were finally able to place a name to the face of her assailant. However, her mind had yet to reconcile the differences in a face that actually belonged to two different women. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 18, 2009 13:31:47 GMT -5
Ridge and Taylor were having breakfast with the children in their large eat-in kitchen. Despite the maple wood cabinets, commercial cookware hanging from racks in the ceiling, and the stainless steel commercial quality appliances, Taylor added special touches to make the kitchen a warm and inviting place for her family. Mealtimes were a priority to her, and she did not want her children to feel that the kitchen was inaccessible to them. She had the whole kitchen redone so that the colors were brighter. As much as Taylor loved hardwood floors, she worried about the children possibly falling and hurting themselves on the slippery surface. She had the kitchen floor redone with a no-wax ceramic tile that resembled granite, which she thought was more practical, particularly since her children were at the stage where some of the food they ate ended up on their faces and the floor. While Catherine took care of feeding Thomas, Taylor fed the twins cereal and fruit. While Phoebe usually ate without complaint, Steffy was fussy. This morning was no exception, as Steffy turned her head from side to side to thwart Taylor's efforts to feed her. When Taylor did manage to get food into Steffy's mouth, she whined and moved her mouth in such a way where the food ended up on her bib. Ridge nonchalantly sat on the other side of the table, sipping his coffee, eating turkey bacon and poached eggs, and reading a newspaper. The “Big Chill” between him and Taylor started long before they even came home from the hospital yesterday. It lasted throughout the evening and threatened to ruin what was supposed to be a happy time for their family. A frustrated Taylor openly glowered at Ridge, who was of no help this morning. Taylor’s resentment simmered, as her own breakfast had grown cold while Ridge was able to enjoy his. Catherine offered to take the children upstairs to clean them up before starting on their activities. After Catherine left with the children, Ridge attempted to bridge the widening gap between him and Taylor. "Come on, Doc, this is ridiculous! We've barely said two words to each other since we came home yesterday." "So what do you want to talk about, Ridge? Shall we start with your ongoing need to 'protect' Brooke from herself, or your outrageous refusal to bail your father out of jail?" Taylor asked in a cold fury. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 18, 2009 13:36:06 GMT -5
Eric and Kristen had been on the phone for the last half hour. He called her shortly after calling the hospital to check on Stephanie's condition. He planned on going to the hospital to see Stephanie and to meet with the specialist. Right now, he found himself increasingly flabbergasted by his daughter's attitude. "What time is your flight leaving?" Eric asked. "Well, actually, Dad, I haven't even booked one yet." "What do you mean you haven't booked a flight yet?" Eric asked in surprise. "You told me that Ridge called you last night. I expected you to be on the earliest flight possible." Kristen sighed. She wished her family would stop imposing their expectations on her."Dad, I'm sorry. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I haven't exactly decided when I'm coming home—or if I will be coming home at all." Kristen said cautiously. "What do you mean you don't know when and if you're coming home? Yes, you are coming home, and I will not listen to anymore of this kind of talk!" Eric said gruffly. "I don't know what has gotten into you, Kristen! Your mother could have died." "I understand that. It's just that . . . you know Mother and I don't exactly get along. I won't be in her presence 5 minutes, before she starts criticizing me. When she's not doing that, she'll hound me about whom I'm dating and why I'm not married yet. I just can't deal with that now." "Kristen, your mother is in no condition to criticize, complain or do anything! She has more important things to worry about. Frankly, I'm appalled at your selfishness! Appalled and ashamed!" Kristen felt tears spring to her eyes. It was so unfair! She had to endure the same crap from Ridge last night. "Dad, I've tried so hard to be civil to Mother, but it's impossible! I've made a life for myself here in New York, and have interests that she doesn't even ask or care about!" Kristen said in a broken voice. "Kristen? Are you crying?" Eric asked with concern. "No, Dad, I'm not crying," Kristen lied. "I'm just a little congested that's all." "No, you're not. I hurt your feelings, and I'm sorry. I'm just blowing it with all my daughters." Eric sighed. "Look, the fact of the matter is that I'm alone here in this house. There is no telling when your mother will be coming home. I could really use your support and company right now. Please come home, baby. Please come home for daddy," he pleaded. "Okay, Dad. I'll come home—just for you," Kristen sighed. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 18, 2009 13:41:01 GMT -5
Brooke felt like a caged tiger and was anxious to get back to work. She, Rick, Bridget and Storm ate breakfast sitting at the granite-topped island in the middle of Brooke's Mission-style kitchen. Storm would like to have slept a little longer, as he had caught a redeye flight from New York to Los Angeles last night. He figured he had his work cut out for him, as he watched Brooke, who was full of plans. Fortunately, he was able to dissuade her from making another trip to the hospital today, he thought. Instead, he offered to take the children to the hospital himself if they wanted to see Stephanie that badly. However, under no circumstances did he want Brooke going to the hospital. "Brooke, you need to slow down." Storm warned Brooke after she informed him of her plans for Forrester Creations. "Slow down?" Brooke asked in a shocked voice. "Stormy, I can't slow down or take it easy! We have to get ready for the showing of our fall collection. I know people will think I'm being insensitive, but Forrester Creations must still conduct business as usual. As a matter of fact, after breakfast, I'm going into the office." "Oh, no you're not!" Storm protested. "At least, not without me," he stated firmly. His eyes twinkled when he saw the stubborn set of Brooke's mouth. "Sorry, sis! But, the building is probably still crawling with investigators, and I want to be there to make sure your rights are protected." "I don't need an overseer, thank you! I don't intend to stay all day anyway." "You sure won't be staying all day! You have a 1:30 appointment to meet with Ted Barnett. I would suggest you wait until after your consultation with him to go into the office." "How were you able to get him to see me on such short notice?" "He typically doesn't see clients on Saturdays, but we go back a long way, and he's doing this as a favor to me." "Couldn't this have waited until Monday?" Brooke asked. "No, Brooke, it could not. There are too many risks, and we can’t afford to take any chances. I don't like what happened at that hospital at all. With Eric running around like 'Chicken Little' shouting from the rooftops, how long do you think it will be before someone actually starts paying attention and starts believing his nonsense?" Bridget and Rick exchanged worried looks. "Uncle Storm, is this Ted Barnett any good?" Rick asked. "He's one of the best out there, Rick. I wouldn't get your mother any less." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 18, 2009 13:44:44 GMT -5
Macy was pleasantly surprised when a grinning Thorne walked into their bedroom with a breakfast tray laden with scrumptious treats just for her. "Mmmmm!" She exclaimed with a smile. "Something sure smells good!" "You're mighty pretty when you wake up, precious," Thorne said, as he carefully placed the tray in front of his wife. He bent down and kissed Macy’s mouth. He had been dishonest with Macy when he told her he was stopping by the office yesterday after dropping her off at home. Instead, Thorne had actually taken a long walk on the beach to think. He then swam in the ocean to clear his head. On his way home, Thorne made some important decisions. By the time he returned home, Macy had fallen asleep in the living room. He was about to wake her up until he saw the tracks of her dried tears on her cheeks. Thorne immediately felt guilty and gently picked Macy up and carried her into their bedroom. He then undressed her and put her to bed. Unbeknownst to Macy, Thorne had checked the liquor cabinet, but found nothing amiss. He also checked the trash for signs of empty liquor bottles. Thorne felt ashamed of his lack of faith in his wife, but given that she had had a few relapses in the last three months, he did not want to take any chances. Feeling that Macy deserved to be treated like a queen, Thorne arose early and fixed breakfast for her. He fixed her favorite breakfast—a multi-grain Belgian waffle with fresh peaches and a mixed berry compote, along with freshly brewed coffee. "Thorne, I can't believe you fixed me breakfast—and in bed, too! Is this a special occasion?" "As a matter of fact, it is, Mace." Thorne replied as he sat on the edge of the bed. He removed a linen napkin from the tray and draped it over Macy's lap. He then poured Macy a cup of coffee and spread some of the compote on top of her steaming hot waffle. He then proceeded to slice the waffle, and fed Macy her breakfast. "This is so good," Macy said in between bites. "I still don't understand, though. What's the occasion?" "Mace, this is my way of apologizing to you. I haven't been the best husband that I can be, and I realize that yesterday was difficult for you. I treated you very disrespectfully, and you didn't deserve that. This is my way of recommitting to you and to our marriage." "Oh, Thorne!" Macy said happily. "You have nothing to apologize for. I haven't been on my best behavior either. It's just that Brooke—" Thorne placed a restraining finger on Macy's lips. "Shhhh—let's not talk about Brooke. I don't deserve you, Mace. You have been so patient, but I promise that from now on, I will be a better husband to you." "I love you, Thorne." "And, I love you, Mace." Macy blushed prettily and embraced Thorne tightly. He, in turn, returned her embrace. She sighed in relief, certain that everything would now be alright. He sighed, knowing that although he loved Macy, he did not love her, as a husband should. However, he was determined to keep his promise—or die trying. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 19, 2009 10:53:31 GMT -5
Stella looked at Trent in disbelief. " What did you just call me?" she asked Trent in a hoarse voice. When no answer was immediately forthcoming, Stella had a fit. "You bastard! How DARE you call me by some other woman's name? Brooke? Who IS she Trent? Some bimbo you picked up in a bar?" Stella demanded through clenched teeth. As if he were awaking from a stupor, Trent stood. "Stella, I'm sorry. I was distracted, and—" " Distracted?!" Stella screamed, as she threw her comb at Trent. "After everything I've done for you, you will treat ME like this? I put up with all kinds of crap, and you can't even give me a commitment! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be HALF the success you are now!" "After everything you've done for me?" Trent asked in surprise. "Stella, you can't be serious! This may come as a big shock to you, but I was a success long before I met you and I find it unbelievable that you would stand here and try to take credit for that!" Stella became even more irate at Trent's words. "You are selfish! You don't mind parading me on your arm like some trophy—or having me in your bed! You USED me!" Stella screamed. Trent was shocked by Stella's claims. "I used YOU? First of all, Stella, you benefited financially, as well as socially, from our relationship. You seemed to have no problem with the expensive gifts, the invitations to fancy dinners and political fundraisers, designer clothes, the exotic vacations. No—you took it ALL and still had your hands sticking out like cups! You helped me host some political fundraisers and dinners, and this is what you're using as your claim to fame? And, you want to talk about selfish? You have NO problem getting dressed up to attend these charity events with me, where you can hobnob with celebrities and have your picture in the 'style' section of the newspapers. You have NO problem being associated with me, or the publicity it's gotten you. Yet, I can't even get you to take off your glamorous façade, and get down in the trenches to actually do some work at a homeless shelter, a soup kitchen, or to help to build houses for the poor! I guess that's not prestigious enough for your tastes since it will actually require you to get your hands dirty. Heaven forbid if you should have to associate with the very people those charity events are intended to help! Oh, you can get dressed up and put on your little red AIDS ribbon—like it's some kind of fashion statement—and give your 'heartfelt' quotes for photo ops like some of these other phonies. Yet, every time I've asked you to accompany me to South Africa to visit some of the orphanages, you've come up with all kinds of excuses. I guess it's not glitzy or stylish enough, huh? After all, it's not Rome, London, Paris or St. Croix, is it? But, I'M selfish!" Trent yelled. Stella knew Trent was telling the truth, but she did not appreciate hearing it. "Oh— I'm selfish just because I won't go to some dilapidated neighborhood, travel to some Third World hellhole or touch dying people? Well, I'm so sorry that you've been burdened with someone as shallow as me!" She sneered sarcastically. "If you wanted some grubby little worker bee, you should have hooked up with and f*cked Mother Theresa!" Stella sniped. "That was totally uncalled for, and you know it." Trent said quietly, his chiseled jaw clenching. "You've done nothing but lead me on—making me believe you wanted a commitment!" Stella complained. Trent looked at Stella as if she were crazy. "Leading you on? Need I remind you that this is not, nor has it EVER been an exclusive relationship?" Trent snapped. Stella slapped his face—hard—the moment the words were out of his mouth. The slap was so hard that Trent thought he was seeing double. "You insensitive mother*cker! You bastard! Evidently, you must think you're the best thing that ever happened since big d*cks were invented! Well, you're not!" Stella fumed, as she got dressed. Trent rubbed his sore jaw and attempted to apologize. "Stella—listen. I'm sorry about what I said." "Go to hell!" Stella hissed. Stella then grabbed the rest of her things and made her way downstairs, with Trent following. When they reached the foyer, Trent opened the front door for her. Stella became even more furious when she realized that Trent refused to beg or attempt to change her mind about leaving. "Oh, so NOW you're putting me out?" Stella screamed in outrage. "Excuse me, Stella, but weren't you leaving anyway?" Trent asked with deadening calm. "I have a lot to do today and I don't have time for your little girl games, Stella." "You will NEVER get any of THIS stuff again!" Stella spat as she stormed out the door. "Do you see concern on my face?" Trent quietly inquired before shutting the door firmly in Stella's face. Since she parked her car down the street outside of Trent’s gated community, Stella presented quite a sight, as she stomped off cursing and calling Trent every filthy name imaginable at the top of her lungs. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 19, 2009 19:07:51 GMT -5
Stella knew Trent was telling the truth, but she did not appreciate hearing it. "Oh— I'm selfish just because I won't go to some dilapidated neighborhood, travel to some Third World hellhole or touch dying people? Well, I'm so sorry that you've been burdened with someone as shallow as me!" She sneered sarcastically. "If you wanted some grubby little worker bee, you should have hooked up with and f*cked Mother Theresa!" Stella sniped. "That was totally uncalled for, and you know it." Trent said quietly, his chiseled jaw clenching. "You've done nothing but lead me on—making me believe you wanted a commitment!" Stella complained. Trent looked at Stella as if she were crazy. "Leading you on? Need I remind you that this is not, nor has it EVER been an exclusive relationship?" Trent snapped. Trent rubbed his sore jaw and attempted to apologize. "Stella—listen. I'm sorry about what I said." "You will NEVER get any of THIS stuff again!" Stella spat as she stormed out the door. Since she parked her car down the street outside of Trent’s gated community, Stella presented quite a sight, as she stomped off cursing and calling Trent every filthy name imaginable at the top of her lungs. _______________ LOL! Boy, Stella is something else. At least he didn't call her "Brooke" while they were screwing, then it would have gotten ugly.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 20, 2009 7:25:02 GMT -5
Stella knew Trent was telling the truth, but she did not appreciate hearing it. "Oh— I'm selfish just because I won't go to some dilapidated neighborhood, travel to some Third World hellhole or touch dying people? Well, I'm so sorry that you've been burdened with someone as shallow as me!" She sneered sarcastically. "If you wanted some grubby little worker bee, you should have hooked up with and f*cked Mother Theresa!" Stella sniped. "That was totally uncalled for, and you know it." Trent said quietly, his chiseled jaw clenching. "You've done nothing but lead me on—making me believe you wanted a commitment!" Stella complained. Trent looked at Stella as if she were crazy. "Leading you on? Need I remind you that this is not, nor has it EVER been an exclusive relationship?" Trent snapped. Trent rubbed his sore jaw and attempted to apologize. "Stella—listen. I'm sorry about what I said." "You will NEVER get any of THIS stuff again!" Stella spat as she stormed out the door. Since she parked her car down the street outside of Trent’s gated community, Stella presented quite a sight, as she stomped off cursing and calling Trent every filthy name imaginable at the top of her lungs. _______________ LOL! Boy, Stella is something else. At least he didn't call her "Brooke" while they were screwing, then it would have gotten ugly. Isn't it funny how people say what they really feel during a heated argument? It wasn't cool to call Stella by another woman's name. And Trent needs to be careful about the signals he gives off. What would make this woman think that she was entitled to a commitment?
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Post by MissJr on Jan 20, 2009 7:30:24 GMT -5
Dr. Ross Cannaday had written numerous articles, and authored several books on spinal and spinal cord injuries. He was also a frequent lecturer on the subject and participated in numerous symposia all over the country. For several years, he was a neurologist at the Spine & Peripheral Nerve Surgery Center at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston. Five years ago, he relocated to New York to specialize in spinal and spinal cord injuries and syndromes. Dr. Sussman had already briefed him on Stephanie's condition before he arrived. Dr. Cannaday removed his glasses after reviewing Stephanie's x-rays. "It appears that Mrs. Forrester has what is called an open or penetrating injury in the lumbar and sacral regions of the spine. The wound appears to be a stable one. So, there is little risk of excessive motion. Has she been immobilized with a collar or brace?" Dr. Cannaday asked. "Yes. Although her injury is not of a cervical nature, we felt it prudent to keep the collar on in case of any involuntary movements." Dr. Sussman responded. "Good. I may want to conduct a CT and an MRI to be used in conjunction with the x-rays. This will help me to determine if there are any small bone fragments, and whether or not there is any pressure on the cord itself. In addition to removing the bullet, I will want to stabilize Mrs. Forrester's spine to prevent future pain or deformity. After the surgery, she will probably need to be immobilized with a brace for several weeks—possibly months." Dr. Cannaday then went on to describe the risks of the surgery. "Of course, you will fully explain the risks involved to Mrs. Forrester and her family." Dr. Sussman confirmed. "Yes. Now in most cases, removing the bullet won't necessarily lead to much improvement, and may occasionally create additional risks—all of which I will explain. But, I may be able to do other things to optimize the patient's improvement. One of our initial goals is to make sure that she improves enough where she becomes ambulatory. We also want to see enough improvement so that she can control her bowel and bladder functions." Dr. Cannaday explained. "What about her chances for neurological improvement?" "Obviously, there are no guarantees. At some point, we will need to move her to a rehabilitative facility that specializes in spinal and spinal cord injuries. Most likely, she will endure months of therapy. Over time, she may regain some control over her hip flexors and legs." "That may give the family some hope. However, I'm very concerned about Mrs. Forrester's emotional and mental state." Dr. Sussman said worriedly. "Oh?" "Her social worker, Dr. Rivera, told me she had a very difficult night. It's as if she has lost her will to live." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 20, 2009 7:34:44 GMT -5
Kristen was in a total funk. Ever since Ridge called her last night, she felt ambivalent about going home. Kristen endured a lecture from Ridge about her failure to come home for family gatherings and their mother's other health crises. Kristen sighed as she thought about that conversation. As she told Ridge, he simply just did not get it. It was so easy for Ridge to criticize, Kristen thought; yet, he refused to even acknowledge that their mother always treated him as if he were special. While she undoubtedly loved her mother, they never got along. Kristen could never bear being in her mother's presence for more than a half-hour. Although she would do anything for her father, even a direct order to return home for her parents' remarriage did not move her. Frankly, she was shocked that her father remarried her mother and thought he had taken total leave of his senses. Kristen saw it as a major regression on her father's part. As she woodenly packed and rearranged her schedule, her eyes began to water. Kristen would love to have had a loving and close relationship with her mother. Unfortunately, her mother only had enough love to give to only one of her children. Naturally, that unbridled love spilled over onto Ridge's wife, Kristen thought bitterly. Although, she had a cordial relationship with Taylor, Kristen could not help but to resent the special esteem with which Stephanie held Taylor—seemingly at her and Felicia's expense. In addition, Stephanie's constant disapproval, criticism and obsessive need to control everything kept Kristen away from home. Kristen was also convinced that this explained why she made such disastrous choices in men. She woke up one day and resolved to rid herself of all toxic individuals from her life. Regrettably, her mother was one of those individuals. She even went so far as to sit down and write her mother a 20-page letter explaining that she was finally letting her go and why. Although Kristen never mailed that letter, writing it had been cathartic for her. As a result, her life became more serene and orderly. Kristen still kept in contact with her father, and maintained a loving relationship with her brothers. She and Felicia were very close. However, she did not have the opportunity to really establish a relationship with Rick and Bridget. Maybe she could remedy that situation during this trip, Kristen told herself. She resigned herself to trying to be there for Stephanie. Feeling that her hard-won control over her own life was in jeopardy, Kristen decided to make sure her ticket to Los Angeles was a round-trip one. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jan 20, 2009 7:49:11 GMT -5
Detectives Moretti and Blair decided to get an early start to their day. They interviewed a nervous Joe Barnes in his office, noting the things that disturbed them. Although Joe had done everything he could to prepare for this interview, these two detectives with their probing questions made him extremely uncomfortable. "Let me see if I got this right," Detective Moretti said, as he went over Joe's statement. "You indicated that Mrs. Forrester demanded an extra key. By your own admission, you deliberately disregarded the protocol established by your security company to get her that key. Correct?" "Yes." Joe responded in a low voice as his face turned red. "And, you indicated that she refused to tell you why she wanted that key. Did you make any effort whatsoever to ascertain why she wanted that key after you obtained it for her?" "No," Joe muttered. "And, you never said a word to Eric Forrester or Brooke Logan about it?" "Look—the bit—I mean the woman threatened me! What was I supposed to do?" Joe practically whimpered, nervously running his fingers through his hair. Detective Blair looked at Joe in wonderment. "What were you supposed to do? Mr. Barnes, no offense, but what did you actually think was going to happen to you? Does she have that much power?" she incredulously asked. Joe stood and started to pace nervously. "You just don't know." Joe started. "I've seen what the woman is capable of! She made all kinds of threats and I have no doubt that she would have carried them out. She's evil—plain and simple. I've seen her get rid of people under the flimsiest of pretexts. Then even after they're gone, she can't let them live in peace. Oh, no; she has to find a way to make sure that they keep paying!" "And you know this because?" "Well, there was this one female employee, who just happened to mention in passing how good-looking Ridge Forrester was. You would have thought Mrs. Forrester caught that poor woman in bed with her son the way she carried on. Mrs. Forrester screamed at her so loud that spit was flying out of her mouth. She then told the woman that she would be watching her from now on. Yeah--she watched her alright. Mrs. Forrester was constantly questioning, belittling and undermining her. Well, she ended up making that employee so miserable that she was going to resign. But, Mrs. Forrester wouldn't even let the woman quit in peace. No—she just had to trump up some kind of charge and then fired her instead." "Why was this woman fired?" Detective Blair asked. "For sexually harassing Mrs. Forrester's precious son. Can you believe that sh*t?" Joe asked in disbelief. "Then what made it so bad, when the lady applied for another job, Mrs. Forrester couldn't even let her earn a decent living to take care of her kids. You see, we have a policy here where for liability reasons, we will only verify a person's dates of employment, and that's it. Well, after Ms. Logan did that, Mrs. Forrester apparently called this lady's potential employer back and told them that she was terminated for sexual harassment. I understand that the poor woman tried to defend herself, but who do you think they believed." "And, why do you think Mrs. Forrester did that?" Detective Moretti inquired. "Why? Because she COULD—that's why! Plus, she thinks every female over 12 wants her son! I've never seen anything like it! There was no call for her to do what she did. No call at all! It was just done out of spite, pure and simple. I'm telling you that woman is just mean—just mean and rotten to the core! I don't BLAME anybody for wanting to kill her!" Joe exclaimed in anger. Detectives Moretti and Blair exchanged looks. Both of them were thinking the same thing: Joe Barnes had just inadvertently added two more suspects to the list of people who could possibly want Stephanie Forrester dead—including himself. _______________
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Post by Horsey on Jan 20, 2009 10:48:36 GMT -5
LOL! Boy, Stella is something else. At least he didn't call her "Brooke" while they were screwing, then it would have gotten ugly. Isn't it funny how people say what they really feel during a heated argument? It wasn't cool to call Stella by another woman's name. And Trent needs to be careful about the signals he gives off. What would make this woman think that she was entitled to a commitment? Stella, Stella, Stella.....don't you know he's just not that into you. Woman like her truly astound me sometimes. They think because they are beautiful that any man would want to marry them. Does she not realize that's she not the only fish in the ocean, or that beauty comes from the inside. Yes, Trent needs to be careful to what signals he's sending out, but by the same token, Stella is too stuck on herself and dare I say delusional? Perhaps Trent needs to do some Physch. evalues as part of his pre booty screenings.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jan 20, 2009 15:00:38 GMT -5
Kristen was in a total funk. Ever since Ridge called her last night, she felt ambivalent about going home. Kristen endured a lecture from Ridge about her failure to come home for family gatherings and their mother's other health crises. Kristen sighed as she thought about that conversation. As she told Ridge, he simply just did not get it. She resigned herself to trying to be there for Stephanie. Feeling that her hard-won control over her own life was in jeopardy, Kristen decided to make sure her ticket to Los Angeles was a round-trip one._______________ Poor Kristen! Her family ignores her, yet when they have some crisis, they demand that she come home. I just hope she doesn't get sucked back in.
And it is so typical of Hag to freak out over that woman's comment about Ridge, and it is so typical for her to accuse the woman of sexual harassment.
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Post by MissJr on Jan 21, 2009 10:51:09 GMT -5
Isn't it funny how people say what they really feel during a heated argument? It wasn't cool to call Stella by another woman's name. And Trent needs to be careful about the signals he gives off. What would make this woman think that she was entitled to a commitment? Stella, Stella, Stella.....don't you know he's just not that into you. Woman like her truly astound me sometimes. They think because they are beautiful that any man would want to marry them. Does she not realize that's she not the only fish in the ocean, or that beauty comes from the inside. Yes, Trent needs to be careful to what signals he's sending out, but by the same token, Stella is too stuck on herself and dare I say delusional? Perhaps Trent needs to do some Physch. evalues as part of his pre booty screenings. Pre-booty screenings? LOL! I can think of any number of men and women who would benefit from that!
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Post by MissJr on Jan 21, 2009 10:52:38 GMT -5
Kristen was in a total funk. Ever since Ridge called her last night, she felt ambivalent about going home. Kristen endured a lecture from Ridge about her failure to come home for family gatherings and their mother's other health crises. Kristen sighed as she thought about that conversation. As she told Ridge, he simply just did not get it. She resigned herself to trying to be there for Stephanie. Feeling that her hard-won control over her own life was in jeopardy, Kristen decided to make sure her ticket to Los Angeles was a round-trip one._______________ Poor Kristen! Her family ignores her, yet when they have some crisis, they demand that she come home. I just hope she doesn't get sucked back in.
And it is so typical of Hag to freak out over that woman's comment about Ridge, and it is so typical for her to accuse the woman of sexual harassment.Poor Kristen, indeed. I think she knows what she's dealing with and is going back into that vipers pit with her eyes wide open. It is quite typical for Fang to take an innocent remark and blow it way out of proportion. I'm sure to her way of thinking, she's only trying to protect Ridge and Taylor's marriage.
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