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Post by MissJr on Jun 18, 2007 9:22:27 GMT -5
Jonathan groaned and prepared himself for the worst. "Yes?" He answered the phone tensely. "YES?!" A chagrined Stephanie shouted. "Is that all you have to say? ' Yes?' I needed to speak with you earlier, but your receptionist—who needs to be fired by the way—couldn't be bothered to put me through. There's a lot going on and we have to move quickly, and—" " We have to move quickly?" "Yes, WE do. Eric all but evicted me from our house. Can you believe it? MY house! Not only that, he changed the locks on the door. First of all, I want to know if he can actually do that and get away with it." "Given that you both own the house, I highly doubt it. Unless, of course, he has reason to fear for his safety. Did you assault him or threaten to harm him?" "HAH!" Stephanie laughed shortly before becoming serious again. "Don't be ridiculous. By the time I get back in that house, he'll wish—oh, never mind all that. All I know is that I've got my rights and I want something done about this—this injustice!" "Yes, you do have certain rights." Jonathan wearily conceded. "If you don't mind my asking, why did Eric put you out of your house in the first place." "I rather not get into that now." Stephanie responded briskly. "It's not important and we're wasting valuable time. I want you to do whatever is necessary to get me back in that house—today." "Well, as much as I would love to help you, I can't." "What do you mean you can't?" Stephanie demanded. "Eric fired me. I no longer represent him or the interests of Forrester Creations." Jonathan said morosely. "WHAT?! I don't believe it. He can't do that." "Well, it's true, and he did." "He's just angry right now. I know Eric very well. Just give him a chance to cool off, and—" "Stephanie, I can assure you that Eric's mind is made up. I received a letter from another lawyer this morning demanding that I turn over my files. When I talked to Eric, he confirmed it and had some very choice words for me on top of it." "This is unbelievable!" Stephanie shouted. "Look—forget all that. Right now, I need you to focus on getting me back into that house." "Good grief, Stephanie! Did you not hear what I just said?" An exasperated Jonathan yelled. "I heard what you said. You no longer represent Eric or Forrester Creations. Fine. That has nothing to do with me though." "Oh, yes it does. Whatever is going on with you and Eric, I don't want to know about it; I don't want to get involved in it." "What the hell does that mean?" Stephanie asked in chagrin. "Just what I said. I don't understand how could you have so little respect for me." Jonathan griped. "What in the world are you talking about?" "I just asked you what happened to make Eric evict you from your home, and all I got were evasions. Eric didn't think you would give me an honest answer, and I can see that he was right. I was uncertain before, but you just made my mind up for me." "Oh, get off it!" Stephanie spat angrily. "I don't have time for long, drawn out explanations. Now, I NEED you to get off your duff and get me back into that house." "I take it that's your final answer. Fine. You're on your own, lady. Good luck because your troubles are just beginning because Eric is out for blood." Jonathan said. "Good luck? What are you saying? And, what do you mean he's out for blood?" Stephanie shrieked as she pulled into a familiar intersection. When she received no response, she became even more irate. "Damn you, Jonathan, don't you DARE bail out on me! Jonathan! Do you hear me? I'm talking to you!" An enraged Stephanie yelled as the line went dead. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jun 18, 2007 14:02:15 GMT -5
"He actually saw you in your underwear?" Katie laughed. "That was quite an introduction." "It sure was." Brooke laughed. "There he was, sitting in Ridge's office at his desk with his back turned to the door. Meanwhile, I'm dripping wet down to my skivvies, and I'm going off about Stephanie pouring that champagne over my head—only to have him turn around and see me like that." "Did his eyes almost pop out of his head?" Katie asked in amusement. "They sure did. It was like that scene in Gone With the Wind, where Scarlett O'Hara was in the library at Twelve Oaks. She throws that vase across the room, only to have Rhett Butler arise from the couch and scare her half to death. Definitely not one of Scarlett's or my more stellar moments!" Brooke giggled. "Hmmm ... at least Scarlett got to slap somebody beforehand." Katie quipped. Both women laughed again. "So, is he hot?" Katie asked. "Oh, yes …" Brooke sighed. "He's very handsome and has the most incredible eyes. He has a beard, and I can only imagine the face that's beneath it. Very sexy." "Very sexy, huh? You know, for an engaged woman, who was planning her wedding to her soulmate, you sure didn't miss much." Katie said slyly. "Listen, Katie. I was engaged—not blind or dead. Besides, Nick has so much more going on for him than his looks." "Oh, so it's 'Nick,' now?" "Well, yeah. You know, I was just so impressed by the depth of his feelings for the men in his charge. They had this horrific accident in Mexico, and several of his men perished. Nick was seriously injured, and I could tell that he's suffering from some kind of survivor's guilt. Those men were like family to him, and he has taken on the task of informing their families himself. He talked at length about his first mate. Apparently, he stood up for him as his best man at his wedding and is the godfather to his children." "Sounds like a really sensitive soul." "Um hmm. Massimo even blamed him for it, but he was later vindicated. That was small comfort to Nick, though because he still felt responsible for the loss of so many lives. He was extremely grateful to Bridget because she helped to nurse him back to health and accompanied him back to the States." "So, that's how she met him." "Umm hmm. Oh, and I noticed another interesting quality about Nick." "Really?" "He wasn't wearing a wedding band." "Why, Brooke—you hussy!" Katie teased. "You sure don't miss much, do you?" "Oh, wait a minute! I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that. I was just thinking—" Brooke said slyly before pausing. "Thinking what?" "Well, I was just thinking, Katie, that Nick would be perfect for YOU!" _______________
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Post by newestconvert on Jun 18, 2007 17:59:14 GMT -5
oh dear... for katie? Great dialog! Keep er comin!
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Post by MissJr on Jun 18, 2007 20:49:41 GMT -5
oh dear... for katie? Great dialog! Keep er comin! I'm a wicked little heifer, aren't I?
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Post by MissJr on Jun 19, 2007 9:03:51 GMT -5
"That's right, Hudson. Please direct Jeanette to put the rose-scented damask sheets on Mrs. Forrester's bed." Massimo directed his manservant by phone. "She hasn't arrived yet? I see. No, I haven't heard from her yet, but I fully expect her to arrive at some point today, and when she does, Hudson, I expect her to be treated with the respect that would be accorded the mistress of my home." Massimo paused for a moment before hanging up. "Good. If there's anything else, please don't hesitate to contact me." "Well, well! Now, ain't THAT a bitch?" A grinning Deacon drawled from the doorway. Massimo, who was very seldom ruffled about anything, looked like a deer caught in headlights. As Massimo attempted to recover from his discomfiture, Deacon, like a bloodhound, who finally located his quarry, slowly shut the door behind him and approached the discombobulated man. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jun 19, 2007 9:06:32 GMT -5
Mother, I'm sorry about the ash—um, the dish." Nick apologized with genuine remorse. "It's quite alright. I think I was able to salvage it. However, you do owe me." "I promise that I'll make it up to you." Nick said. "Good. I thought that we could do something to celebrate your good fortune." Jackie suggested. "Such as?" "I thought we could go out." "Go out where?" Nick asked suspiciously. "The Regent Beverly Wilshire, which really does justice to the concept of High Tea." "Oh, NO!" Nick protested. "It's one thing to do all that sissy frou-frou stuff at home, but going to some fancy-schmancy hotel—no way." "Do you really believe that High Tea is for sissies, Nick?" His mother asked seriously. "Well, I don't mean it like that, but—oh, come on! It's one thing to drink the stuff at home, but I find it hard to believe that people actually get dressed up to go out and pay good money to have the stuff." "Is it any different from drinking at a bar or coffee house?" "You better believe it's different. There will probably be a lot of old ladies there with big hats, blue hair and liver-spotted hands eating watercress sandwiches. The least we can do is go somewhere where they have real food." "Nicky, it's really not the ordeal that you make it out to be. It's a rather charming custom. Besides, you made a promise, and I know you don't go back on those." Jackie said smugly. "Yeah, yeah—I promised." Nick replied miserably. "And, I'm sure you know that there's a dress code. So, that means you'll have to put on a jacket, a nice shirt and some slacks. I'll even pick up the cheque. Oh, and the beard—" "Forget it." Nick spat. ""I'll put on some decent clothes to go to this tea thing with you, but the beard stays." Nick insisted. "Fine. I guess I can't win them all." "Yeah. What time is this thing anyway?" Nick grumbled. "Three o'clock." "Fine. I'll pick you up later this afternoon." "Thank you, Darling. I know you think I'm being a pain, but please try to see it from my point of view. You are my only child and I hardly saw you for years because you were always away at sea. I predict that your new responsibilities will limit the amount of free time you have, and—well, I just want to spend as much time with you as possible." Jackie smiled. "Mom, I understand," Nick replied, as he kissed Jackie's cheek. "But—" "But, what?" "But, it's tea! Bleeping HIGH Tea!" Nick complained in exasperation. _______________
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Post by karen3012 on Jun 19, 2007 16:00:51 GMT -5
Miss Jr. I absolutely LOVE your story Please do keep Katie around. She has always been my favourite character after Brooke and has been sorely missed by me and her big sister really needs someone like you Katie to set her straight. It's wonderful and very refreshing to have Nick back like he should be as well. I can't wait for more
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Post by MontanaLindy on Jun 19, 2007 17:14:37 GMT -5
Keep it coming! ;D
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Post by newestconvert on Jun 19, 2007 20:08:15 GMT -5
I love your Nick... I love your jackie.... like they should both still be.... sigh..
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Post by MissJr on Jun 20, 2007 8:16:38 GMT -5
Thank you ladies! I'm glad that you are all enjoying the story so far. Karen3012, I promise to keep myself Katie around as long as possible. At this time, Brooke needs all the help and support she can get!
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Post by MissJr on Jun 20, 2007 8:22:42 GMT -5
"What the hell are you doing here?" Massimo angrily demanded. "To finish up our business, of course. Oh, and while we're at it, maybe we can enjoy a little bit of small talk." "Small talk? With the likes of you? It didn't even occur to me that you knew how to do anything outside of the bedroom or barnyard—or wherever your kind typically enjoys sexual encounters." Massimo said insultingly. "My kind? Yeah, I guess you could say that 'my kind' gets it wherever they can. It sure doesn't beat getting it on some fancy rose-scented sheets though, does it?" Deacon sneered nastily. He then sat in a seat facing Massimo's massive marble desk. Deacon then leisurely stretched out and placed his feet on Massimo's desk. "Get your feet off my desk, you scum!" Massimo snapped. "And, take your crude comments and get out!" "Look. Don't get it twisted, fat boy. I'm not going no damn where. You dig? As for being crude? Sheeee-it! I can't think of anything more crude than you getting all jiggy with that tight-ass broad, Stephanie. Me? I like 'em a little more firm and lively in bed. But, hey, man. Whatever floats your boat!" "You get the HELL out of here!" Massimo yelled, bolting out of his chair. He reached across the desk and grabbed Deacon's collar and yanked him out of his chair. He continued to pull on the younger man's collar and yanked him toward him. Never a proponent of non-violence, Deacon grabbed the collar of Massimo's jacket in turn. "And, if you don’t sit your five-dollar ass down, I'll break you down into so many coins that I'll be able to make change! Got it?" Deacon said menacingly. Both men continued to pull on each other's collars and started to shove each other. Unexpectedly, Massimo took his fist and aimed wildly at Deacon's head. Snarling like a ravenous coyote, Deacon successfully thwarted Massimo's blow. He then grabbed Massimo's jacket. Putting his index and middle fingers together, Deacon skillfully applied the right amount of pressure to the back of Massimo's neck. The action effectively paralyzed Massimo, as he loudly yelped and his legs gave way. Deacon forcefully shoved the older man backward, who sank into his chair like a deflated balloon. The surprise attack left Massimo humiliated and out of sorts. He glared at Deacon, who stood over him glowering and reveling in his physical superiority. "What do you want?" A heaving Massimo demanded as he struggled to catch his breath. "The rest of my money. I did a job for you, and I want everything I'm supposed to get coming to me." "Oh, don't you worry. I'll make sure that you get everything that's coming to you." Massimo replied ominously. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jun 20, 2007 16:01:31 GMT -5
"Oh, no you don't!" Katie said as she shook her head. "Oh, come on! Why not?" Brooke squinted. "Katie, this guy is FINE." "Brooke, if this Captain Nick Payne is all that and 5 bags of chips, then why don't you want him?" Katie shrewdly asked. "Katie, believe me, if things were different ... well, I just thought that you and Nick would make a really nice couple, that's all. That is unless you and Jim are serious these days." "Jim and I are still dating, but it's not anything serious. I happen to like it that way." "So technically you're still a free agent then," Brooke said thoughtfully. "See how she just ignores me?" Katie playfully asked throwing her hands up and looking heavenward. "Brooke, I know you mean well, but I'm not interested in being fixed up with your Nick." Katie said firmly. Brooke looked at her sister and smiled. "If you say so. Oh, and by the way, he's not my Nick!" She grinned. She leaned back and closed her eyes and thought of ways she could "accidentally" engineer a meeting between Katie and Nick. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jun 20, 2007 17:47:18 GMT -5
Ridge hurled his front door open and blinked. But for the pink pantsuit she wore the day before, he would not have recognized the bewildered and disheveled woman standing in front of him. However, he was in a hurry and barely had time for niceties.
"Didn't you just leave here?" He rudely asked his mother.
"Is that any way to talk to me?" Stephanie demanded. "It should be obvious that I'm here to stay."
"Stay?" Ridge gulped, noticing his mother's travel bag for the first time. "Stay where?"
"Here, of course," Stephanie responded as she stepped around him and walked into the marbled foyer.
"What do you mean, you're staying here?" Ridge angrily asked.
"Ridge, lower your voice!" Stephanie sternly ordered. "It so happens that your father kicked me out of the house."
"Father? Which father?" An insolent Ridge snickered contemptuously.
"Ridge! I'm in no mood for your lip, nor will I tolerate your disrespect! You know full well who I'm talking about—the father who raised and loved you all of your life."
"Hey, at this point, it's whatever." Ridge shrugged. "Given the way you spread your, uh, favors around forty-some years ago, Mother, I can never be too sure. Now can I?" Ridge sarcastically asked, his eyes cold and flinty.
"I ought to slap your face for that. As it is, you need to shut your stupid mouth! You have no right to talk to me that way. I've been through hell this morning! I've been insulted, abused and kicked out of the only home I've ever known. And now I have nowhere else to go."
"Oh, come on, Mother! That's a bit dramatic even for you, isn't it?"
"I HAVE no where else to go!" Stephanie insisted.
"Mother, surely you're not without financial resources and can stay at a hotel. Or, maybe you can stay with Massimo."
"You would actually send me to a hotel?" Stephanie asked in disbelief.
"It's just a suggestion."
"And, how DARE you mention that man's name to me especially after all his evil, conniving—"
"Save it, Mother. I don't even get why you're so shocked about his character at this point. Anyway, you picked him, remember?" Ridge asked. He looked at Stephanie's bag again and mentally weighed his options. "So, that's just an overnight bag, right? I mean, you don't have any trunks or anything in your car, do you?" Ridge pointedly asked.
Stephanie became offended as it became more and more obvious that Ridge did not want her stay to be an extended one. "I'm starting to get the impression that I'm not wanted here." She huffed. "Surely, you don't expect me to stay in a hotel—especially with all this empty space you have here."
"Look, Mother, I don't mind you staying for the night, but—"
"BUT?" A thunderstruck Stephanie yelled. "Why, the gall of—"
"I didn't mean it that way." Ridge said, attempting to soothe his mother's ruffled feathers. "It's just that I'm on my way to bring my wife back home and if you think you're going to move in here and regulate things, I'm just putting you on notice that it's not going to happen. Two women can't be the mistress in any home, and Brooke—"
"Bring your wife home?" Stephanie asked as if she had just been slapped. "Ridge, I can tell that you're under a lot of stain, but your wife is buried in the garden behind the house. As for Brooke, she actually did you a favor yesterday. Calling that slut your wife isn't going to make it so, and—"
"Okay, you know what? That's it!" Ridge said angrily. "Look, if you're going to stay here for the night, fine. But, if you think you're going to insult my wife in our home, then you can turn right around and find somewhere else to stay." Ridge resolutely said.
"Ridge!" A worried Stephanie gasped. "Son—don't you understand? There WAS no wedding yesterday. Brooke is NOT your wife!"
"Not in the eyes of the law, Mother, but we are married in every other way that matters. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my wife and bring her back home!" Ridge announced, as he stepped around his mother and ran out the front door toward his destiny.
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Post by MissJr on Jun 21, 2007 10:55:47 GMT -5
CHAPTER 2 – "THE CAT'S OUT THE BAG""Dad," Thorne whispered hoarsely. Eric's hollow eyes met his, causing Thorne to inhale sharply. His father seemed to have aged overnight, he thought. Eric's shoulders slumped forward and he clutched a deep brown ornately carved wooden chest in his hands. His empty eyes looked unseeingly past Thorne, as if he were in another world. "Dad!" Thorne called louder this time. He became alarmed at Eric's lack of response. A despondent Eric quickly slumped backward onto the burgundy leather sofa cradling the wooden chest like a newborn baby in his arms. Thorne quickly walked toward Eric, kneeled on one knee and vainly attempted to engage Eric in conversation. "Dad, I came as fast as I could." Thorne explained. "If you could tell me what's going on ... the front lawn ... where's Mother?" Thorne clumsily asked, as the clammy cold hand of fear clutched his heart. At the word, "mother," Eric slowly snapped out of the trance that he was in and focused on Thorne. "My son!" Eric practically sobbed. Thorne was nonplussed by this uncharacteristic display of emotion. "Dad, please tell me what's wrong." He begged. "Did something happen to Mother?" "I'm so sorry," Eric absently replied, shaking his head. "So sorry. I need you to understand. I—I was wrong ... so wrong about so many things. You were cheated out of so much!" Eric cried mournfully, tears streaming down his handsome face. He rocked back and forth, gripping the wooden chest tightly. Thorne's emotions veered from confusion to sheer terror. He had so many questions. For starters, what had happened in this house since yesterday? Had his parents fought about the wedding? Why did his father need to see him so urgently? What did he mean about him being cheated? Where was his mother, and why were the yardmen gathering her things outside and putting them in boxes? And, what in the world was in that damned chest that his father held onto for dear life? Thorne slowly stood. Figuring that the chest was the source of all the trouble, with the most infinite of care, Thorne attempted to slowly loosen Eric's fingers from the chest—a mean feat, as Eric held onto it with a vice grip. Slowly, Eric's grip slackened until Thorne had the chest in his own hands. His curiosity getting the better of him, Thorne pried open the small clasp and slowly lifted the lid. As he started to peer inside, Eric's eyes widened in horror. Spurred to action, Eric quickly stood, and he forcefully snatched the chest out of Thorne's hands. "NO! Don't look!" Eric barked. At once startled and puzzled by Eric's actions, Thorne warily eyed him the way one would cautiously eye a mad dog. "Dad," Thorne said uneasily. "Dad, what's going on?" Instead of responding, Eric swiftly made his way to the imposing cherry wood armoire across the room. He opened the armoire and gingerly placed the wooden chest in it as if it contained dynamite. He then shut the doors of the armoire as if he were afraid that the secrets contained therein would spill forth at any moment. Eric extracted a key from his right hip pocket and locked the armoire. Emotionally exhausted from these seemingly insignificant actions, Eric laid his silver head against the armoire and closed his eyes. He quietly sobbed. Thorne put his fear and bewilderment aside and slowly closed the distance between himself and Eric. The sight of his father's heaving shoulders tore at his heart. What in the world could possibly be the source of this kind of grief? He wondered. Whatever it was, Thorne was determined to offer the quiet solace he intuitively sensed was needed. He placed a comforting hand on his father's shoulder. What happened next startled Thorne, and it would not be until much later that he would fully grasp its significance. Eric immediately turned to face him. His tear-streaked face with its silver 5 o'clock shadow was contorted with pain. "You are my son!" Eric sobbed. _______________
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Post by judi on Jun 21, 2007 12:03:56 GMT -5
I just discovered this, MissJr! Instead of watching the show, I am going to read your story instead! How I wish you wrote for the show!!!!! Keep up the great work!! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Jun 21, 2007 14:11:50 GMT -5
Judi, thank you very much! This is actually a story I started a good while ago, and I'm editing each section as I go along. My intent at the time was to realistically deal with the aftermath of Ridget and to tie up several loose ends that were just left dangling out there. For instance: - What in the world would compel Sally and CJ to support Bridget pursing Ridge? Even if they despised the ground Brooke walked on?
- How was Macy able to get away with not being prosecuted, or at least confronted or questioned about that accident that killed that female trucker? Surely, that young woman had a family that would have wanted justice when Macy returned from the dead?
- How did the rest of Eric's children deal with the revelation that he wasn't Ridge's father? Would they really have been so forgiving? And why isn't this 40-plus-year act of deceit EVER thrown up in Stephanie's face on the show?
Not to mention that I've always loved Bricky's easy friendship and courtship! I also loved Jackie and Nick's relationship, which has been messed with onscreen from time to time to advance a plot. Although I hated Deacon, admittedly, he's a fun character to write for and I always thought there was more story there to tell about him. He did have his fans, and I would have loved to have seen more of an interaction between SK and JW on the show. Besides, every story needs a bad boy or two! Thanks again for your compliments!
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Post by judi on Jun 21, 2007 16:34:40 GMT -5
Judi, thank you very much! This is actually a story I started a good while ago, and I'm editing each section as I go along. My intent at the time was to realistically deal with the aftermath of Ridget and to tie up several loose ends that were just left dangling out there. For instance: - What in the world would compel Sally and CJ to support Bridget pursing Ridge? Even if they despised the ground Brooke walked on?
- How was Macy able to get away with not being prosecuted, or at least confronted or questioned about that accident that killed that female trucker? Surely, that young woman had a family that would have wanted justice when Macy returned from the dead?
- How did the rest of Eric's children deal with the revelation that he wasn't Ridge's father? Would they really have been so forgiving? And why isn't this 40-plus-year act of deceit EVER thrown up in Stephanie's face on the show?
Not to mention that I've always loved Bricky's easy friendship and courtship! I also loved Jackie and Nick's relationship, which has been messed with onscreen from time to time to advance a plot. Although I hated Deacon, admittedly, he's a fun character to write for and I always thought there was more story there to tell about him. He did have his fans, and I would have loved to have seen more of an interaction between SK and JW on the show. Besides, every story needs a bad boy or two! Thanks again for your compliments! You are so very welcome, MissJr! I should be the one thanking you for writing such brilliant fanfic!! What you brought up bothered me at the time too. I know Ridget was pure evil, but I was also disturbed by Sally and CJ's support. I am guessing just about every other character gets away with every bad deed, with the exception of Brooke. I always thought the revelation of Eric not being Ridge's father rather anti-climactic...it's almost as if it didn't matter to anyone, even though we were led to believe that Ridge was Eric's son since the show started up until recently... With SF possibly retiring in the future, I wonder if Stephanie would ever face up to her music eventually? One can only hope! I look forward to your next chapter, MissJr!
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Post by karen3012 on Jun 21, 2007 16:49:36 GMT -5
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Post by MissJr on Jun 22, 2007 9:26:38 GMT -5
Thanks so much for taking up this story again MissJr. The point your story starts at is about the time I really tuned back in to B&B and found a real mess with so many promising directions that could be taken, but unfortunately when Brat gets a choice which path to take you can be granted it is the wrong (and messy) one. I absolutely love your story and your writing style and what's even better I find myself interested in what characters other than Brooke and Nick are doing. Something I haven't done for ages. For years I found myself ff through most of the show except Brooke's storylines and now I am reading with delight of Stephanie's plight, Eric's misery, Massimo's evil plan, and Ridge's (hopefully fruitless) schemes to get Brooke back. Please keep it comin' Thank you, karen3012! I think the show is at that "hot mess" stage again. As Lisa so eloquently pointed out yesterday, on paper, Bradley's ideas are genius. However, he fails miserably with following through and making sure that those ideas are executed. I'm thrilled that you are enjoying the other characters, as well. Although this is a Bricky-centric story, I wanted to do a well-rounded one that tied up some loose ends and picked up where the show may have left off with some of the other characters due to time constraints or plot-driven reasons. I definitely think that Stephanie should have suffered more and that there should have been more fallout from her secret. Massimo, like Deacon, is a fun character to write for. When you're dealing with bad boys or characters who are just flat-out evil, you can actually do more with them and they get to say and do things that would be too outrageous for the other characters to do. Ridge, believe it or not, also has a story to tell. Unfortunately, it got all gobbled up with Ridget. So I intend to work with him a little bit also with his pursuit of Brooke, as well as having the character (for once) deal with his own personal demons. Thank you again, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story!
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Post by MissJr on Jun 22, 2007 9:44:49 GMT -5
Catherine did a poor job of hiding her surprise at Stephanie's sudden appearance in the doorway of the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Forrester, but—" Catherine hastily apologized. "Yes, I just left here, and now I'm back." Stephanie announced snappily. "And it looks as if I'll be staying for at least a few more days." "A few more days? Of course," an obviously flustered Catherine responded. She groaned inwardly and fleetingly wondered why Ridge had to go and leave her at his mother's mercy. "I'm sure the children would love having you here." "As would my son." Stephanie replied with a proud lift of her head. She peered sharply at the younger woman, her imagination working overtime. Catherine was, indeed, a lovely young woman. The children absolutely adored her, and she certainly was a better alternative to Brooke or that nutty daughter of hers, Stephanie thought. It was amazing that in all this time, Ridge had not once considered Catherine as a romantic option. However, Stephanie abruptly halted her racing thoughts. It would be disastrous if she encouraged such a scandalous liaison! What in the world was she thinking? Was she so desperate to keep Brooke away from Ridge that she would actually condone a relationship with the children's nanny? It was bad enough that Brooke gained social status and financial rewards—not to mention notoriety—by sleeping her way through her family. But, Ridge romancing the hired help would really be pushing it. ________________
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Post by MissJr on Jun 22, 2007 9:49:36 GMT -5
"You'll make sure I get everything that's coming to me?" Deacon threw back his head and laughed. "Man, you come straight out of a comic book!" A furious Massimo glowered at the upstart, as he did not appreciate being ridiculed. "Fool! You dare to laugh at ME?" He snarled. "You dare to laugh at ME?" Deacon mimicked in a deep, gravely voice. He burst into laughter again before becoming serious. "Yeah, fat boy—I dare. You're nothing but a pompous, condescending, over-stuffed pimp. I don't know which is worse—that permanent sneer your lips are always fixed in, or the way they're pursed in that condescending way of yours. You can dress up in a lot of fancy suits and put on all these airs like you're superior to everybody else. But, as far as I'm concerned you're no better than the two-bit hustlers whose asses I used to kick on the regular back in Vegas." "And, you're lower than dirt—a depraved vermin-infested pit snake content to slither in and out of the bed of any sleazy tramp with an itch!" Massimo loudly blustered. "Yeah? And, what itch are YOU scratching? Evidently, old Eric must not be up to the job these days. Why else would the Handmaiden of Satan need to come crawling to you for servicing?" "You watch your mouth, punk!" Massimo ground out between gritted teeth. "Oh ... so, you don't think Grandma Dynamite is a sleazy tramp then? Even though she's married? Even though you had her big ass laid up in your house for a whole year until she and Eric renewed their vows? Even though you're making arrangements for her to move BACK into your house—with rose-scented sheets and sh*t? But, she's still not a sleazy tramp, right? Call me crazy, but I thought if it looked like a duck, quacked like a duck ..." Deacon drawled. "GET OUT!" A furious Massimo bellowed. Deacon's eyes widened and he playfully slapped his forehead as if he had just received a revelation. "Oh! Oh ... Ohhhhhhhh!"" Deacon whined in a high-pitched voice as he did his best Edith-Bunker-finally-gets-it imitation. "Don't tell me this one of those 'pure' relationships? How 'romantical.' A lot of hand-holding and love poems, but no sex." Deacon remarked, clearly enjoying himself as he watched Massimo's face change from burgundy red to a mottled purple. "I bet you and Satan's Concubine even have your own theme song. Me and Mrs. Forresterrrrrrr! We got a thinggggg going onnnnnn!" Deacon sang in a deep bass voice. Massimo was outraged at what he considered a gross mischaracterization of his and Stephanie's relationship. "SHUT UP! Shut up or I swear I'll—" he roared. "Or, you'll what? What the hell is your bitch ass gonna do? Listen real closely, fat boy, because I'm gonna say it loud so that you hear it clearly, and I'll explain it real slow so you don't miss anything. First of all, you gotta BRING ass to GET ass, and it's gonna take a lot more balls than you've got!" "Oh, and, you think YOU have them?" Massimo yelled. "More than you'll ever know." "Listen, boy. You really have no idea who you're messing with," Massimo warned ominously. "Ooooooooh! I'm scared! I'm scared!" Deacon trembled in mock fright. "You had better be." "Look, why don't you save that bad act for somebody else because you don't move me." "And, what about your brats—your children? Can THEY be moved?" Massimo asked with a studied air of indifference as he formed his fingers into a teepee. "Surely, you wouldn't want those poor innocents to suffer because of the sins of their father." He drawled. Deacon, livid at Massimo's thinly veiled threats, practically leapt across the desk. Massimo quickly wheeled his chair away from the desk so that he was out of arm's reach. "If you mess with my kids, I swear I'll kill you!" Deacon raged. "You got that? I'll freakin' KILL you!" _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jun 22, 2007 14:54:10 GMT -5
More! More! I want more!
I am loving the way Deacon is telling Mass off. I despise FatAssimo and was really pissed off that he has yet to pay for the crimes HE has committed.
As scummy as Deacon is, he sure has Mass's number, doesn't he? I guesss it takes a whore to know a whore. And yes, bad boys are sooo fun to write.
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Post by MissJr on Jun 22, 2007 16:47:02 GMT -5
More! More! I want more! I am loving the way Deacon is telling Mass off. I despise FatAssimo and was really pissed off that he has yet to pay for the crimes HE has committed. As scummy as Deacon is, he sure has Mass's number, doesn't he? I guesss it takes a whore to know a whore. And yes, bad boys are sooo fun to write. Giovanna, I'm glad you're enjoying Deacon and Massimo. LOL! I had a ball writing these scenes. I figured that Deacon is one of few characters who isn't afraid to call a spade a spade. And you're right. It does take a whore to know a whore. Other than their age differences, their bank accounts and taste in women, they're basically the same. Both men can be dangerous, venal and shockingly amoral. However, Deacon isn't a hypocrite and it would never occur to him to make any pretenses or put on airs; he can't afford to be a hypocrite and he enjoys a certain amount of freedom to say and do what he wants since people expect the worst of him anyway. It also irked me that Massimo not only got away with his crimes but he was still treated with respect by people who should have known better.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jun 23, 2007 15:57:48 GMT -5
More! More! I want more! I am loving the way Deacon is telling Mass off. I despise FatAssimo and was really pissed off that he has yet to pay for the crimes HE has committed. As scummy as Deacon is, he sure has Mass's number, doesn't he? I guesss it takes a whore to know a whore. And yes, bad boys are sooo fun to write. Giovanna, I'm glad you're enjoying Deacon and Massimo. LOL! I had a ball writing these scenes. I figured that Deacon is one of few characters who isn't afraid to call a spade a spade. And you're right. It does take a whore to know a whore. Other than their age differences, their bank accounts and taste in women, they're basically the same. Both men can be dangerous, venal and shockingly amoral. However, Deacon isn't a hypocrite and it would never occur to him to make any pretenses or put on airs; he can't afford to be a hypocrite and he enjoys a certain amount of freedom to say and do what he wants since people expect the worst of him anyway. It also irked me that Massimo not only got away with his crimes but he was still treated with respect by people who should have known better. One of the things I am grateful for is the fact that Assimo is no longer on this show. Also, I want to see more of the woman whose daughter died as a result of Boozilla's reckless behavior.
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Post by newestconvert on Jun 24, 2007 8:21:02 GMT -5
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