MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Aug 30, 2009 0:18:01 GMT -5
Stephanie gently extricated herself from a sleeping Massimo’s embrace. Not wanting to awaken him, she softly kissed Massimo on the cheek as he lightly snored on the pillow next to her. When Massimo sleepily mumbled, “Where are you going,” Stephanie whispered that she was going to the bathroom and promised to return shortly. She then slid out of bed with as little movement as possible so as not to disturb Massimo further. Slipping on her sheer peignoir, Stephanie stealthily crept to the large picture window of Massimo’s bedroom. A smile of contentment crossed her face as she took in the dramatic view of downtown Los Angeles beneath a moonlit sky. She had done it! She thought triumphantly. Stephanie could only marvel at how long she held out before allowing herself to fully succumb to Massimo’s persistent wooing. She would have preferred not to go there, but that day’s traumas brought out the white knight in Massimo. After everything she had gone through that day, she willingly responded. How could she not? Stephanie could no longer find any valid reason to deny Massimo, nor did she want to deny herself any longer. So what if she was still technically married? Stephanie shrugged. As far as she was concerned, her post-separation adultery was a non-issue. “Why should I feel guilty anyway?” Stephanie murmured aloud. “Men have been doing this sh*t and getting away with it for years!” A pragmatic Stephanie coldly observed. Initially, Stephanie told herself that she was only concerned with satisfying her physical needs; however, Massimo unexpectedly filled an emotional void that had been empty for quite some time. She turned her head quickly and saw that Massimo was still sleeping. She could not help smiling. Evidently, he’s learned a trick or two since they were last together, Stephanie thought. Over 40 years ago, she had succumbed to Massimo’s charms despite having no intention of marrying him and despite her Midwestern values. Truth be told, Stephanie had always been conflicted about her sexuality ever since she was fully aware of her power to charm and seduce young men. Unbeknownst to her parents and despite being a debutante, Stephanie had developed a reputation at Northwestern for being a tease and being willing to put out under the “right” conditions. Often compared to Grace Kelly at that time, with her cool, blonde beauty, Stephanie could have easily been molded by Alfred Hitchcock as his ideal woman, having just the right mixture of elegance and understated sexuality. Back then, when she gave herself to Massimo, she had an itch that desperately needed scratching. Massimo was different from the other young men on campus. On the surface, he had a continental charm and smoldering dangerousness that made the college boys seem callow. Tonight, she sensed that she had crossed a line and grappled with the expectations of the morning after. She obviously did not expect her children to accept her relationship with Massimo. Nor could she have cared less whether Eric accepted it at this point since his mind was already made up. “Let him keep screwing that cheap Cherry bitch!” Stephanie spat. Thinking about Eric and Cheré Green brought out Stephanie’s spiteful side. Just because her relationship with Massimo had evolved to another level did not mean she would willingly give Eric up. “Humph! Not for that bitch!” Stephanie sniffed. “She’s supposed to be this leggy goddess, but instead of getting her own man, she’s sniffing after my scraps! Well, you won’t get him— Cherry! You will never carry the title, ‘Mrs. Forrester’—not while I’ve got breath in my body!” She snarled, steadfastly refusing to pronounce Cheré’s name by its proper pronunciation. Stephanie’s cornflower blue eyes glittered dangerously in the moonlight. She turned briefly and looked at the man whose bed she had left momentarily before turning her gaze back to the window. He had loved her just as she was. He had given her some much needed TLC at a time when she was being attacked by her own family. He had listened to her, dried her tears, and treated her like a queen. Stephanie was then struck by another revelation. He was right, she decided. Brooke was, indeed, finally out of their lives. Stephanie belatedly realized that instead of celebrating that fact, she had spent the better part of the day complaining and being angry that it was Brooke who actually did the dumping. “Is this Captain Payne enough of a man to keep her preoccupied?” Stephanie wondered aloud as she stared unseeingly into the darkness. “I swear, Brooke, if you mess this up for us…” Stephanie angrily began. Stephanie decided she needed to move quickly with that party. It would only be a matter of time before Ridge called her to complain about Brooke and her new fiancé on the cover of Sunset People. Stephanie abruptly turned on her heel and crept back to Massimo’s bed. She removed her peignoir and carefully slid between the sheets. With her back facing Massimo, she tenderly wrapped his arms around her and snuggled contently against his chest. This action briefly awakened Massimo from his slumber, and he pressed his body against Stephanie’s. “Is everything okay, my love?” Massimo asked. “Everything is just fine, darling,” Stephanie whispered as she closed her eyes. _______________
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Aug 30, 2009 7:41:54 GMT -5
I'm having a hard time picturing Stephanie in a peignoir.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Aug 31, 2009 14:12:08 GMT -5
I'm having a hard time picturing Stephanie in a peignoir. Heh! I know, right? I have to admit that I did take some literary license and I have a more idealized image of Stephanie. Right now, I'm picturing Stephanie as she was when the show first started. She's been so hag-a-sized on the show that it's hard to imagine her doing anything remotely fun or having someone in her life who finds her desirable.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 1, 2009 9:24:44 GMT -5
“WHOA! Brooke, look at you!” A concerned Nick said, immediately taking Brooke into his arms. “You are literally shaking all over!” “Nick, I’m sorry—I just can’t—oh, my God!” An overwrought Brooke began to hyperventilate. “Shhhhh! It’s alright,” Nick said in a soothing voice as he gently massaged Brooke’s back and shoulders. “It was all for nothing!” Brooke sobbed. Her beautiful face was etched with pain and anguish. “Nick, it was all for nothing. I did things, Nick—things that hurt the people I love. I vowed that I would try to make it right and for the better part of a year, I struggled to do that because I didn’t recognize or like the person I became. I wanted to be better not just for my children, but also for me. I wanted to prove that I was a better woman—a more worthy woman. I wanted to be a woman that any man would be proud of. And, it what good did it do me? On what should have been the happiest day of my life, I was shown vividly that I will never measure up!” Brooke pressed her head into Nick’s shoulder and wept stormily. Her tears tore at Nick’s heart. What could she have done that was so terrible that she would continue to torture herself like this? He wondered. Choosing to remain silent, Nick continued to hold Brooke and allowed her to verbalize her pain, disappointment and apparent self-loathing. Nick was also astute enough to know that Brooke’s tears were cathartic for her and that this was something she had to work through herself. He could do nothing else for her other than what he was doing right now. “Nick, I’m so scared!” Brooke cried. “Honey, why?” Brooke looked up at Nick with crystalline tears spilling down her cheeks. “It’s everything! Nick, if you value your sanity, please just leave. Just leave and never look back! It would kill me to have you look at me one day and decide that you hate me. I don’t want you defending my honor only to look at me with disgust and tell me that your mother or someone else was right about me all along! I don’t want you to regret ever having met me. I don’t ever want you to doubt my feelings for you or to think that I’m only using you as a substitute. And, I don’t ever want you to think that I chose you just because I couldn’t have Ridge!” “Stop it!” Nick said sternly. “Do you hear me? Just stop it right now! Brooke, I could never hate or be disgusted by you. As for my mother, I am the one who makes my own choices when it comes to my relationships. Yes, I value her opinion and have asked for it on occasion, but ultimately, I do what I want! And I can tell you one thing, if my mother ever insulted you or poured a bottle of champagne over your head, I wouldn’t hesitate to defend you! I promise that you will never have to concern yourself with that. And, if I truly believed that you only wanted to be with me just because you couldn’t have Forrester, I would do exactly what you suggested and walk away and not look back. Brooke, look at me,” Nick quietly demanded. “What?” Brooke sobbed. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere,” Nick reassured Brooke. He reached into his pocket and handed her a handkerchief. “What if it doesn’t work, Nick?” Brooke asked as she wiped her face. “If it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work,” Nick said simply. “But, I’m not going to allow you to chase me off or to sabotage this because of some unresolved baggage—stuff that happened before you even met me. We’re in this relationship, Brooke, not Ridge Forrester, his mother, your family or the skeletons you have rattling around in your closet!” “And, how do you suggest we make this work?” Brooke wondered. “This isn’t rocket science, you know. You will find me to be the most stress-free and securest of men. All I ask is that you be honest and upfront with me in all things. Can you do that?” “Yes, Nick; I can do that,” Brooke softly replied. “And if I say something that displeases you or dare to criticize you, am I supposed to walk around on eggshells?” “Hell no! Brooke, I want you to challenge me and I want you to get in my face when I mess up!” Nick insisted. “I have little taste for women who are always in worship mode or who are too timid to open their mouths when I’m behaving like a jerk. Besides, what was it you told me last night just before I left?” “I told you that even if the fates did not intend for us to be together that I still wanted you in my life,” Brooke replied with a small smile. “And, did you mean that?” Nick asked. “Of course, I meant it,” Brooke firmly stated. “Well, that’s as good a place to start as any, don’t you think? I really don’t see what the problem is.” Nick said. “You make it all sound so simple,” Brooke sighed. “That’s because it is simple,” Nick said with a grin. “You know, my son expressed some doubts and has some legitimate concerns about where this is going. He reminded me of how devastated I was when Ridge left me for Taylor and Thomas. He doesn’t want me to go through that kind of pain again, and I vowed last night that that was not the type of relationship I wanted for myself anymore.” “I wonder that you ever wanted it at all.” Nick remarked. “Do you mind if I make an observation?” “What is it?” Brooke warily asked. “It amazes me how you’ve internalized every negative message you received from Forrester, his mother and others. Do you recall my telling you last night in your room just how truly special you are?” “I do,” Brooke said with a pretty smile. “It’s just that—well, you are so normal that it’s almost frightening!” Nick chuckled. “Does being in a normal relationship with a fairly normal person really frighten you that much?” “Honestly? Yes.” Brooke replied. “I think I’ve always known on some level that what I had with Ridge was a dysfunctional mess, but I stubbornly clung to that dream because I wanted it so badly and when I finally thought I could get it, I had to take that leap of faith. That was my normal. Even though it came wrapped with a pretty designer bow, I’ve wallowed in dirt with Ridge for so long that it was pretty normal. There were some pretty intense highs, but the lows were devastating. Well, with you and the normalcy you bring, there would really be no more excuses if it all goes to hell.” Nick’s eyes widened. “No excuses, huh?” He quietly asked. “None,” Brooke asserted. “It struck me as odd that your breakup from your former fiancée was relatively drama-free and the relationships you enjoy with these women who claim their sons are yours—even those relationships seem drama-free.” “I suppose you have a point!” Nick laughed. “Nick, speaking of those women—” “You have no reason to worry or to feel insecure,” Nick said. “Well, you can’t really blame me. If you knew my history of women returning from the dead, I think you would understand my concerns!” Brooke said with a laugh. “I have no crypt mistresses lurking in the shadows, Brooke. Nor, am I inclined to look back in an attempt to recapture something that was long dead or simply wasn’t that serious. I’m all about moving forward and right now, I want to move forward with you.” Nick said softly as he lifted Brooke’s chin and looked into her hazel eyes and found himself drowning in their depths. “Just so long as you know that this journey won’t be an easy one,” Brooke warned. Nick groaned. “We’ve been through all that already!” He impatiently pointed out. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you!” Nick sighed in exasperation. “What would you like to do with me, Captain?” Brooke mischievously asked. “There’s that loaded question again!” Nick grinned. “Well, it’s getting late,” Brooke said, stifling a yawn. “And, I’m afraid that whatever you wanted to do with me will have to wait for a more opportune time.” “I’m afraid you’re right,” Nick agreed. “Thank you for a lovely evening, Nick, and I’m sorry for being so emotional earlier,” an embarrassed Brooke said. She then held out her hand. Nick looked at Brooke as if she had suddenly sprouted two heads. “A handshake?” He asked. “Oh, no you don’t! You’re not getting away with that!” He then pulled Brooke against him. Brooke grinned and wrapped her arms around Nick’s neck, and the two of them ended their evening on a high note that merely hinted at things to come. _______________
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Post by MontanaLindy on Sept 1, 2009 17:58:29 GMT -5
Just finished catching up on your story....can't believe I haven't been back to check in so long .... but just know that I LOVE IT! Thanks for sharing it with us, MissJR! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Sept 2, 2009 20:49:51 GMT -5
Just finished catching up on your story....can't believe I haven't been back to check in so long .... but just know that I LOVE IT! Thanks for sharing it with us, MissJR! ;D You're very welcome, ML! Although Bricky is pretty much dead onscreen, they will forever live on in my imagination!
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Post by MissJr on Sept 2, 2009 22:32:11 GMT -5
The persistent ringing of the phone on Ridge’s teak bedside table jolted him awake. He attempted to open his eyes, but could only manage to open the eye that wasn’t blackened. Startled by the sunlight streaming into his bedroom, he quickly closed his one good eye. Ridge groaned in annoyance and grabbed one of the king-sized pillow shams and placed it over his head in an attempt to blot out all sound and light. However, he failed at this particular endeavor and proceeded to groan some more. Ridge blindly reached for the bedside table and grabbed his watch. He was beyond irritated when he realized that it was “only” 6:30 a.m. Incensed by the insensitivity of whoever was calling, Ridge immediately grabbed the phone and shouted, “Who the f*ck is it?!” “Fine way to answer the phone first thing in the morning!” Massimo yelled in his rich baritone voice, refusing to tolerate any of Ridge’s guff. “Don’t tell me that you are still in bed?” He asked with barely concealed disgust. Not waiting for an answer, he told Ridge how things were going to go, all but daring him to object. “I certainly hope you haven’t forgotten what we discussed yesterday, Ridge. You’ve already been put on notice regarding my expectations for today. Now that you’ve gone out for your evening of fun and are no longer knee-deep in whores, I expect you to be all about business today!” Massimo crisply announced. Massimo’s nasty dig got Ridge’s attention and he slowly sat up and began to protest and mewl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He objected. “You must have me confused with somebody else. Where do you get this nonsense?” “I caught the morning news!” Massimo replied. “Well, it so happens I had a quick bite to eat at a downtown establishment last night. Now, I might have had a drink or two with a lady, but that’s the extent of it! I don’t run around and chase after whores and I resent your accusations!” Ridge yelled in outrage. Massimo, however, remained unimpressed. “You really believe all that, don’t you? Madam Cara’s?!” He bellowed. “I don’t care if the chef attended the Culinary Institute of America or how generous the bartender supposedly is. Nor, do I particularly care how beautiful the women are or about the proprietress’ reputation for hospitality. That place is nothing more than a brothel! When will you finally get it through your head that you are being watched?” Massimo spat in disgust. “For your information, I—” Ridge began to get huffy, but was interrupted. “Spare me your faux outrage, Ridge! When I told you yesterday to sleep with as many women as you wanted, I had no idea you would actually be foolish enough to follow suit. Where you should have been was at home with your children and studying those materials that Harvey had couriered to you yesterday.” Massimo sternly admonished Ridge. Ridge sighed heavily. “I already looked at them,” he glibly replied. To Ridge’s way of thinking, he did, in fact, “look” at the documents; he just did not study them. “I expect you to be fully prepared to discuss everything in those reports. And, I’m warning you again that I will tolerate no shenanigans from you when Dominick Payne arrives. Whatever he has going on with Brooke is no longer any of your concern!” Massimo said. “I know that,” Ridge sourly retorted. “He can have her as far as I’m concerned! Why would I want that again after Popeye has been all up in it?” Ridge crudely asked. “All I know is that she better not come begging for me to take her back again.” “Ridge, I need you to stay focused. You shouldn’t be obsessed about Brooke begging you to take her back at this point. It’s not going to happen,” Massimo confidently asserted. This set Ridge off. “That’s what you think!” Ridge growled. “Oh, she’ll beg alright! There was a time when I would have sat back and watched her beg just for the sheer satisfaction of it. Now, I have better things to do with my time. Plus, there are far more worthy women out there!” Massimo laughed shortly. “Really? One wouldn’t know that based on the company you chose to keep last night,” Massimo pointedly said. “That was all just a misunderstanding,” Ridge claimed. “Cara and I are friends and go way back, and she—” “Spare me the details of your friendship with the brothel mistress!” Massimo scoffed. “Right now, you have more important things to worry about. My driver and I will be there to pick you up at 8:00.” Massimo abruptly announced. “What?!” Ridge practically yelped. “Look—I don’t need a ride! In case you forgot, I have a car!” “Yes—a car that’s easily recognizable,” Massimo stated, firmly dismissing Ridge’s protests. “You might as well be driving a white Bronco! I will be picking you up the rest of this week. That way, you won’t be tempted to make any side trips to Brooke’s house or to Forrester Creations or to bond with the brothel mistress and her hired help! Now, get out of that bed and get yourself together. Oh, and don’t worry about breakfast. We’re having a catered breakfast in the executive boardroom.” With that, Massimo slammed the phone in a seething Ridge’s ear. How dare he?! Ridge bristled at Massimo’s dictatorial behavior. “Calling here and waking me up…I might as well be in jail!” Ridge complained bitterly. He could not believe he was being picked up and taken to work like the child who could not be trusted by his parents to walk to school on his own. Feeling resentful, Ridge threw the covers back and proceeded to stand on legs that were still a little wobbly. His head began to throb, causing him to quickly sit on the edge of the bed. When Ridge’s vision adjusted, he saw the contents of Harvey Golden’s package scattered about the floor. He slowly stood and gingerly picked up the various reports in the hopes of reassembling them in order. However, Ridge told himself he would be damned if he retrieved Nick’s press release from the wastebasket, where he felt it rightly belonged. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Sept 3, 2009 12:46:47 GMT -5
The persistent ringing of the phone on Ridge’s teak bedside table jolted him awake. He attempted to open his eyes, but could only manage to open the eye that wasn’t blackened. Startled by the sunlight streaming into his bedroom, he quickly closed his one good eye. Ridge groaned in annoyance and grabbed one of the king-sized pillow shams and placed it over his head in an attempt to blot out all sound and light. However, he failed at this particular endeavor and proceeded to groan some more. Ridge blindly reached for the bedside table and grabbed his watch. He was beyond irritated when he realized that it was “only” 6:30 a.m. Incensed by the insensitivity of whoever was calling, Ridge immediately grabbed the phone and shouted, “Who the f*ck is it?!” “Fine way to answer the phone first thing in the morning!” Massimo yelled in his rich baritone voice, refusing to tolerate any of Ridge’s guff. “Don’t tell me that you are still in bed?” He asked with barely concealed disgust. Not waiting for an answer, he told Ridge how things were going to go, all but daring him to object. “I certainly hope you haven’t forgotten what we discussed yesterday, Ridge. You’ve already been put on notice regarding my expectations for today. Now that you’ve gone out for your evening of fun and are no longer knee-deep in whores, I expect you to be all about business today!” Massimo crisply announced.Massimo’s nasty dig got Ridge’s attention and he slowly sat up and began to protest and mewl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He objected. “You must have me confused with somebody else. Where do you get this nonsense?” “I caught the morning news!” Massimo replied. “Well, it so happens I had a quick bite to eat at a downtown establishment last night. Now, I might have had a drink or two with a lady, but that’s the extent of it! I don’t run around and chase after whores and I resent your accusations!” Ridge yelled in outrage.Massimo, however, remained unimpressed. “You really believe all that, don’t you? Madam Cara’s?!” He bellowed. “I don’t care if the chef attended the Culinary Institute of America or how generous the bartender supposedly is. Nor, do I particularly care how beautiful the women are or about the proprietress’ reputation for hospitality. That place is nothing more than a brothel! When will you finally get it through your head that you are being watched?” Massimo spat in disgust.“For your information, I—” Ridge began to get huffy, but was interrupted. “Spare me your faux outrage, Ridge! When I told you yesterday to sleep with as many women as you wanted, I had no idea you would actually be foolish enough to follow suit. Where you should have been was at home with your children and studying those materials that Harvey had couriered to you yesterday.” Massimo sternly admonished Ridge. Ridge sighed heavily. “I already looked at them,” he glibly replied. To Ridge’s way of thinking, he did, in fact, “look” at the documents; he just did not study them. “I expect you to be fully prepared to discuss everything in those reports. And, I’m warning you again that I will tolerate no shenanigans from you when Dominick Payne arrives. Whatever he has going on with Brooke is no longer any of your concern!” Massimo said. “I know that,” Ridge sourly retorted. “He can have her as far as I’m concerned! Why would I want that again after Popeye has been all up in it?” Ridge crudely asked. “All I know is that she better not come begging for me to take her back again.” “Ridge, I need you to stay focused. You shouldn’t be obsessed about Brooke begging you to take her back at this point. It’s not going to happen,” Massimo confidently asserted. This set Ridge off. “That’s what you think!” Ridge growled. “Oh, she’ll beg alright! There was a time when I would have sat back and watched her beg just for the sheer satisfaction of it. Now, I have better things to do with my time. Plus, there are far more worthy women out there!” Massimo laughed shortly. “Really? One wouldn’t know that based on the company you chose to keep last night,” Massimo pointedly said.“That was all just a misunderstanding,” Ridge claimed. “Cara and I are friends and go way back, and she—”“Spare me the details of your friendship with the brothel mistress!” Massimo scoffed. “Right now, you have more important things to worry about. My driver and I will be there to pick you up at 8:00.” Massimo abruptly announced. “What?!” Ridge practically yelped. “Look—I don’t need a ride! In case you forgot, I have a car!”“Yes—a car that’s easily recognizable,” Massimo stated, firmly dismissing Ridge’s protests. “You might as well be driving a white Bronco! I will be picking you up the rest of this week. That way, you won’t be tempted to make any side trips to Brooke’s house or to Forrester Creations or to bond with the brothel mistress and her hired help! Now, get out of that bed and get yourself together. Oh, and don’t worry about breakfast. We’re having a catered breakfast in the executive boardroom.” With that, Massimo slammed the phone in a seething Ridge’s ear. How dare he?! Ridge bristled at Massimo’s dictatorial behavior. “Calling here and waking me up…I might as well be in jail!” Ridge complained bitterly. He could not believe he was being picked up and taken to work like the child who could not be trusted by his parents to walk to school on his own. Feeling resentful, Ridge threw the covers back and proceeded to stand on legs that were still a little wobbly. His head began to throb, causing him to quickly sit on the edge of the bed. When Ridge’s vision adjusted, he saw the contents of Harvey Golden’s package scattered about the floor. He slowly stood and gingerly picked up the various reports in the hopes of reassembling them in order. However, Ridge told himself he would be damned if he retrieved Nick’s press release from the wastebasket, where he felt it rightly belonged. _______________ PRICELESS! I actually caught myself cheering Massimo on. I was hoping Ridge would get his ass arrested, but the riot act his sperm donor reads him was absolutely delicious.
For every lie, excuse, and evasion, Massimo had a sharp and accurate retort.
I loved these gems....
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He objected. “You must have me confused with somebody else. Where do you get this nonsense?”
Typical Ridge, deny, deny, deny.
“Well, it so happens I had a quick bite to eat at a downtown establishment last night. Now, I might have had a drink or two with a lady, but that’s the extent of it! I don’t run around and chase after whores and I resent your accusations!”
LOL! He must think Mass is an idiot.
“That was all just a misunderstanding,” Ridge claimed. “Cara and I are friends and go way back, and she—”
Spare me!
Massimo is on fire! I love for once his wrath and bluster is on the jerk he sired.
"I will be picking you up the rest of this week. That way, you won’t be tempted to make any side trips to Brooke’s house or to Forrester Creations or to bond with the brothel mistress and her hired help!"
Too bad Mass doesn't invest in a leash.
“Spare me the details of your friendship with the brothel mistress!”
“I don’t care if the chef attended the Culinary Institute of America or how generous the bartender supposedly is. Nor, do I particularly care how beautiful the women are or about the proprietress’ reputation for hospitality. That place is nothing more than a brothel!"
Very true. No matter how many times Ridge refers to it as an establishment, that place is nothing more than a whorehouse.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Sept 4, 2009 7:31:21 GMT -5
After all this, his ego remains so overinflated that he still believes Brooke is going to come back begging! What's it going to take for this pompous jerk to finally get the picture?!
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Post by MissJr on Sept 4, 2009 17:39:17 GMT -5
The persistent ringing of the phone on Ridge’s teak bedside table jolted him awake. He attempted to open his eyes, but could only manage to open the eye that wasn’t blackened. Startled by the sunlight streaming into his bedroom, he quickly closed his one good eye. Ridge groaned in annoyance and grabbed one of the king-sized pillow shams and placed it over his head in an attempt to blot out all sound and light. However, he failed at this particular endeavor and proceeded to groan some more. Ridge blindly reached for the bedside table and grabbed his watch. He was beyond irritated when he realized that it was “only” 6:30 a.m. Incensed by the insensitivity of whoever was calling, Ridge immediately grabbed the phone and shouted, “Who the f*ck is it?!” “Fine way to answer the phone first thing in the morning!” Massimo yelled in his rich baritone voice, refusing to tolerate any of Ridge’s guff. “Don’t tell me that you are still in bed?” He asked with barely concealed disgust. Not waiting for an answer, he told Ridge how things were going to go, all but daring him to object. “I certainly hope you haven’t forgotten what we discussed yesterday, Ridge. You’ve already been put on notice regarding my expectations for today. Now that you’ve gone out for your evening of fun and are no longer knee-deep in whores, I expect you to be all about business today!” Massimo crisply announced.Massimo’s nasty dig got Ridge’s attention and he slowly sat up and began to protest and mewl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He objected. “You must have me confused with somebody else. Where do you get this nonsense?” “I caught the morning news!” Massimo replied. “Well, it so happens I had a quick bite to eat at a downtown establishment last night. Now, I might have had a drink or two with a lady, but that’s the extent of it! I don’t run around and chase after whores and I resent your accusations!” Ridge yelled in outrage.Massimo, however, remained unimpressed. “You really believe all that, don’t you? Madam Cara’s?!” He bellowed. “I don’t care if the chef attended the Culinary Institute of America or how generous the bartender supposedly is. Nor, do I particularly care how beautiful the women are or about the proprietress’ reputation for hospitality. That place is nothing more than a brothel! When will you finally get it through your head that you are being watched?” Massimo spat in disgust.“For your information, I—” Ridge began to get huffy, but was interrupted. “Spare me your faux outrage, Ridge! When I told you yesterday to sleep with as many women as you wanted, I had no idea you would actually be foolish enough to follow suit. Where you should have been was at home with your children and studying those materials that Harvey had couriered to you yesterday.” Massimo sternly admonished Ridge. Ridge sighed heavily. “I already looked at them,” he glibly replied. To Ridge’s way of thinking, he did, in fact, “look” at the documents; he just did not study them. “I expect you to be fully prepared to discuss everything in those reports. And, I’m warning you again that I will tolerate no shenanigans from you when Dominick Payne arrives. Whatever he has going on with Brooke is no longer any of your concern!” Massimo said. “I know that,” Ridge sourly retorted. “He can have her as far as I’m concerned! Why would I want that again after Popeye has been all up in it?” Ridge crudely asked. “All I know is that she better not come begging for me to take her back again.” “Ridge, I need you to stay focused. You shouldn’t be obsessed about Brooke begging you to take her back at this point. It’s not going to happen,” Massimo confidently asserted. This set Ridge off. “That’s what you think!” Ridge growled. “Oh, she’ll beg alright! There was a time when I would have sat back and watched her beg just for the sheer satisfaction of it. Now, I have better things to do with my time. Plus, there are far more worthy women out there!” Massimo laughed shortly. “Really? One wouldn’t know that based on the company you chose to keep last night,” Massimo pointedly said.“That was all just a misunderstanding,” Ridge claimed. “Cara and I are friends and go way back, and she—”“Spare me the details of your friendship with the brothel mistress!” Massimo scoffed. “Right now, you have more important things to worry about. My driver and I will be there to pick you up at 8:00.” Massimo abruptly announced. “What?!” Ridge practically yelped. “Look—I don’t need a ride! In case you forgot, I have a car!”“Yes—a car that’s easily recognizable,” Massimo stated, firmly dismissing Ridge’s protests. “You might as well be driving a white Bronco! I will be picking you up the rest of this week. That way, you won’t be tempted to make any side trips to Brooke’s house or to Forrester Creations or to bond with the brothel mistress and her hired help! Now, get out of that bed and get yourself together. Oh, and don’t worry about breakfast. We’re having a catered breakfast in the executive boardroom.” With that, Massimo slammed the phone in a seething Ridge’s ear. How dare he?! Ridge bristled at Massimo’s dictatorial behavior. “Calling here and waking me up…I might as well be in jail!” Ridge complained bitterly. He could not believe he was being picked up and taken to work like the child who could not be trusted by his parents to walk to school on his own. Feeling resentful, Ridge threw the covers back and proceeded to stand on legs that were still a little wobbly. His head began to throb, causing him to quickly sit on the edge of the bed. When Ridge’s vision adjusted, he saw the contents of Harvey Golden’s package scattered about the floor. He slowly stood and gingerly picked up the various reports in the hopes of reassembling them in order. However, Ridge told himself he would be damned if he retrieved Nick’s press release from the wastebasket, where he felt it rightly belonged. _______________ PRICELESS! I actually caught myself cheering Massimo on. I was hoping Ridge would get his ass arrested, but the riot act his sperm donor reads him was absolutely delicious.
For every lie, excuse, and evasion, Massimo had a sharp and accurate retort.
I loved these gems....
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He objected. “You must have me confused with somebody else. Where do you get this nonsense?”
Typical Ridge, deny, deny, deny.
“Well, it so happens I had a quick bite to eat at a downtown establishment last night. Now, I might have had a drink or two with a lady, but that’s the extent of it! I don’t run around and chase after whores and I resent your accusations!”
LOL! He must think Mass is an idiot.
“That was all just a misunderstanding,” Ridge claimed. “Cara and I are friends and go way back, and she—”
Spare me!
Massimo is on fire! I love for once his wrath and bluster is on the jerk he sired.
"I will be picking you up the rest of this week. That way, you won’t be tempted to make any side trips to Brooke’s house or to Forrester Creations or to bond with the brothel mistress and her hired help!"
Too bad Mass doesn't invest in a leash.
“Spare me the details of your friendship with the brothel mistress!”
“I don’t care if the chef attended the Culinary Institute of America or how generous the bartender supposedly is. Nor, do I particularly care how beautiful the women are or about the proprietress’ reputation for hospitality. That place is nothing more than a brothel!"
Very true. No matter how many times Ridge refers to it as an establishment, that place is nothing more than a whorehouse.There's nothing more pitiful than a Ridge who's delusional, self-righteous and blatantly dishonest. I've lost count of the number of whoppers he's told, his biggest being that he did nothing to encourage the twit's feelings. Ridge doesn't know it yet, but his "fun" is just beginning and he hasn't even left the house yet! Massimo may be a Brooke-hating thug, but he's very disciplined when it comes to business. With all the money Ridge is being paid, Massimo has every right to expect that the spoiled titty baby will work for an honest day's wage.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 4, 2009 17:42:22 GMT -5
After all this, his ego remains so overinflated that he still believes Brooke is going to come back begging! What's it going to take for this pompous jerk to finally get the picture?! One would think after a hooker put him on blast the night before that Ridge would have a little more humility the following day. Nope! He has to still convince himself that Brooke will beg. And, of course, Ridge claims it's all Nick's fault that Brooke no longer wants him. He'll be on a walker, wearing Depends diapers and gumming grits in a nursing home and cursing the nurses out and still swearing that Brooke will beg him to take her back!
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Post by MissJr on Sept 4, 2009 22:05:10 GMT -5
“I hope you weren’t too rough on him,” Stephanie said with a peaceful smile as she poured coffee for herself and Massimo in porcelain cups. “Thank you, my dear,” Massimo murmured in appreciation. “As for Ridge, it’s no more than he deserves at this point. Sometimes, he just doesn’t think!” Massimo growled in frustration. “Every time I turn on the television now, he’s all over the place, and he refuses to appreciate how all this publicity can harm him in the long run. When Ridge persists in living his life like a 12-car pileup, he has no right to complain when people slow down and gawk!” Stephanie chuckled lightly at Massimo’s remark. “You’re absolutely right,” she coolly acknowledged. There was a time when she would have bristled at any criticism of her beloved son. But now? How could she possibly complain especially after his cruel and hateful behavior toward her?“Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Ridge right now. Actually I would prefer to talk about what happened last night,” Massimo said meaningfully. Stephanie found herself blushing. “Last night was very special,” she said softly. She suddenly became warm at the memories the previous night invoked. “I agree it was special, but, was it real? Or, was it just a fluke? Or, maybe you were just scratching an itch?” Massimo bluntly asked. “What kind of question is that to ask?” A chagrined Stephanie wondered. “A frank one that begs an honest answer,” Massimo replied. “I know that you were put through an emotional wringer yesterday, and I also know that you needed some TLC. I would understand it if you needed a physical release. Now, if that is what last night was really all about, I would appreciate your being honest enough to tell me that.” “Oh, Moss—” Stephanie began. “It would hurt like hell, Stephanie, but I would understand,” Massimo hoarsely concluded as he bore his soul to the one person he always felt he could be honest with. Uncharacteristically, his mask fell away and rather than the gruff and supercilious façade he wore for the rest of the world, Stephanie got a glimpse of the all-too-rare sensitive man she met over 40 years ago. Stephanie was genuinely moved and sought to put his mind at ease. “Oh, Moss! My darling, last night was most definitely not a fluke and I wasn’t scratching any itch! You should know me better than that by now. I would never use you in that way.” “So this means…?” Stephanie leaned forward and took one of Massimo’s hands into her own and placed it against her bosom. “This means that our relationship has evolved. We shared a level of intimacy last night that I have never shared with anyone else—not even Eric. Especially not Eric! I came to the realization yesterday just how much you really mean to me and I saw no reason to hold back my feelings for you any longer. We are equals, Moss, in a way that Eric and I never were. I can be myself with you, and I find that liberating.” Stephanie explained. “And, you are not afraid to go public with our relationship?” A skeptical Massimo asked. “No,” Stephanie responded. “I want to be with you, Moss, and I don’t care who knows it.” _______________ “Good morning, beautiful,” Nick warmly greeted Brooke. “Oh, Nick! What a pleasant surprise!” Brooke exclaimed. “Good morning to you, too!” “I hope I’m not calling too early, but I wanted to try to catch you before you got too busy with your day.” Nick said. “It’s not early for me at all. I got up at 5:30 this morning to take a swim to work off some of that food from last night!” Brooke said with a laugh. “We did eat quite a bit, didn’t we?” Nick laughed. “By the way, how did you sleep last night?” “Like a baby,” Brooke replied. “I know things got pretty intense, but thanks for being so patient and letting me work through it. This is the second night in a row that I’ve had a good night’s sleep.” “Oh? And, you think I’m responsible for that?” Nick asked in amusement. “Well, I don’t know about all that,” Brooke teasingly replied. “By the way, how did you sleep?” “I fell asleep thinking of you,” Nick answered. “Really?” “Yes, really,” Nick responded. “Nick, do you ever get lonely on that boat of yours?” Brooke suddenly asked. Nick burst out laughing. “That’s a strange question! Why do you ask?” “It just occurred to me that I am never really alone here, and I just had this image of you trudging back to the Shady Marlin all by yourself.” “Brooke, I may live on the Shady Marlin alone, but the one thing I’m definitely not is lonely,” Nick reassured Brooke. “Well, I’ll tell you what, sailor. The next time we go out, you can give me a tour of your home at the end of the evening,” Brooke daringly suggested. “Mmmm! Now you’re speaking my language! Just let me know in advance if you suffer from seasickness and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” “Well, aren’t you sweet?” Brooke said with a smile. “Do you have a supply of Dramamine or do you prefer home remedies?” “Both,” Nick replied simply. “I also have a couch and a bed, which are at your disposal. I’ll feed you ginger ale and crackers, and I’ll rub your stomach.” Brooke burst out laughing at the picture Nick painted for her. “Rub my stomach, huh? You are too much! Nick I am looking forward to seeing the Shady Marlin and spending time with you there.” “I just hope you learn to love her as much as I do,” Nick said. “I’m sure I will,” Brooke assured Nick. “Well, I’m not going to keep you much longer. I just wanted to hear your voice,” Nick said. “I’m glad you called. Oh, and congratulations again on the promotion. I imagine this is going to be a big morning for you. Are you ready for it?” Brooke asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Nick replied. “I have no doubt you’ll be just fine. Although, there is the matter of you-know-who,” Brooke noted. “I could care less about the dressmaker,” Nick dismissively replied. “He doesn’t sign my paychecks, nor is his name on the building. By the way, have you given any more thought to getting that restraining order?” “After what happened yesterday, that’s one of the items on my to-do list today,” Brooke grimly responded. “Oh?” “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it last night, but I deliberately chose not to discuss it. I wanted to simply enjoy being with you and I didn’t want our evening ruined by having it turn into a bitch-fest about my ex.” Brooke explained. “I understand, and you owe me no explanations; I’m just relieved you’re okay,” Nick observed. “I’m fine. Promise me that you’ll enjoy the rest of your day,” Brooke said. “Oh, I intend to. Will I talk to you later?” Nick softly asked. “You can count on it!” Brooke replied. “Oh, and Nick?” “Yes?” “Thank you again for last night.” A grateful Brooke said. “Thank you for letting me get all of that out of my system.” “You’re welcome,” Nick said. “But, I don’t think you’re quite done with that yet.” “That’s not true!” Brooke quickly protested. “I am done crying over Ridge and I’ve moved on!” “No, you’re not done crying over him,” Nick matter-of-factly disputed to Brooke’s surprise. “I have no doubt that you’ve moved on from him, but you’re not quite done crying. Not yet.” “Nick, I don’t agree with that at all. He’s not worth the tears anymore!” Brooke insisted. “I agree he’s not worth your tears, but that doesn’t mean your pain will disappear overnight either. You are obviously in mourning for what was and what you believe could have been. There will be times when it will hit you when you least expect or want it to. And you know what?” “What?” A peeved Brooke asked. “It’s okay. I don’t expect any overnight miracles and it would be unfair to demand them. So you do what you need to do to get him out of your system however long it takes.” Nick said. Brooke was momentarily speechless. “Are you saying that you don’t care if I cry about the end of this mess I was in?” “I do care, but I’m too much of a man to want to compete with another man’s memory. Once we throw ourselves wholeheartedly into this, I don’t want there to be any second-guessing or any longing, backwards glances.” Nick asserted. “I see what you mean, but I can assure you that that’s not going to happen,” Brooke claimed. “Well, we’ll have to see, now won’t we?” Nick coolly asked. _______________ Donning a terrycloth bathrobe and with her damp hair wrapped in a towel, Bridget walked into her small kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. She then walked over to the breakfast counter and retrieved her notes from the night before, along with a small photo album, and smiled. The night before, she had managed to get over her disgust and disappointment with Ridge’s antics long enough to remember her “mission”—to rid the Forrester family of the cancerous leeches that were Amber and Little Eric. To that end, she had meticulously researched private investigators to help her amass the evidence she needed. She gathered information about the investigators’ services and fees. By the time she was done, Bridget selected three investigators, whom she would interview during her lunch break. Discretion and professionalism were paramount, and she intended to ask for a curriculum vitae from each, as well as references. She wanted no one who resembled the stereotypical types she typically saw on television—a trench coat-wearing gumshoe who smoked cigars and jumped out of closets with a flashing camera. “By the time I’m done, the trailer park princess won’t know what hit her!” Bridget gloated. Bridget opened her small photo album, which contained wedding photographs of Amber, Rick and Little Eric. An old picture of Deacon fell out of the album, causing a frown to cross Bridget’s face. What a disgusting piece of sh*t! She fumed. Although Bridget was determined that she would make Deacon pay for making a chump out of Rick, she still had not figured out how she would accomplish that. Suddenly, Bridget’s eyes lit up. “OOH! That’s it—Ridge!” She gasped with excitement. Bridget decided that she would not only inform Ridge about Amber’s treachery, but she would also solicit his help in fixing Deacon. To Bridget, Ridge was still the dashing hero of her girlish fantasies, dressed in his Zorro costume and riding to the rescue. Although her faith in Ridge was shaken, she still felt he had enough of a hero in him to put Deacon on his head. Conveniently forgetting how Deacon broke Ridge’s hand, Bridget could not help smirking at the thought of Ridge beating Deacon to a bloody pulp. That would be a fight that she would pay money to see! _______________
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Sept 4, 2009 22:44:12 GMT -5
Nick is the ultimate package! I gotta say, picturing Ridge dressed as Zorro made me laugh out loud! He's such a putz! And Bridget is an idiot for idealizing him!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Sept 5, 2009 2:35:08 GMT -5
Donning a terrycloth bathrobe and with her damp hair wrapped in a towel, Bridget walked into her small kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. She then walked over to the breakfast counter and retrieved her notes from the night before, along with a small photo album, and smiled. The night before, she had managed to get over her disgust and disappointment with Ridge’s antics long enough to remember her “mission”—to rid the Forrester family of the cancerous leeches that were Amber and Little Eric. To that end, she had meticulously researched private investigators to help her amass the evidence she needed. She gathered information about the investigators’ services and fees. By the time she was done, Bridget selected three investigators, whom she would interview during her lunch break. Discretion and professionalism were paramount, and she intended to ask for a curriculum vitae from each, as well as references. She wanted no one who resembled the stereotypical types she typically saw on television—a trench coat-wearing gumshoe who smoked cigars and jumped out of closets with a flashing camera. “By the time I’m done, the trailer park princess won’t know what hit her!” Bridget gloated. Bridget opened her small photo album, which contained wedding photographs of Amber, Rick and Little Eric. An old picture of Deacon fell out of the album, causing a frown to cross Bridget’s face. What a disgusting piece of sh*t! She fumed. Although Bridget was determined that she would make Deacon pay for making a chump out of Rick, she still had not figured out how she would accomplish that. Suddenly, Bridget’s eyes lit up. “OOH! That’s it—Ridge!” She gasped with excitement. Bridget decided that she would not only inform Ridge about Amber’s treachery, but she would also solicit his help in fixing Deacon. To Bridget, Ridge was still the dashing hero of her girlish fantasies, dressed in his Zorro costume and riding to the rescue. Although her faith in Ridge was shaken, she still felt he had enough of a hero in him to put Deacon on his head. Conveniently forgetting how Deacon broke Ridge’s hand, Bridget could not help smirking at the thought of Ridge beating Deacon to a bloody pulp. That would be a fight that she would pay money to see! _______________ Excellent reading! Hopefully Hag will be so busy getting some from Mass that she'll leave Brooke alone for more than twenty-four hours.
Brooke and Nick's relationship is progressing quite nicely.
As for BooHoo, what more can be said that hasn't already been said? She has no man or any friends to speak of, yet instead of focusing on that, she is plotting on how to screw Amber over. I don't get it, if Rick loves Amber enough to forgive her, why the hell does the trust fund trollop care? Jealous witch. And her hatred of little Eric is appalling-hating on that sweet little boy. Of course she is overlooking Ridge's stank and criminal behavior. Meanwhile, Amber commits the cardinal sin of having both Deacon and Rick in love with her, and it's a federal case. What a miserable, jealous, hypocritical creature she is. Even though I find Sicket gross, she and Ridge are two spoiled, miserable people who are all alone, so I could buy their bonding in their misery.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 7, 2009 12:21:09 GMT -5
Nick is the ultimate package! I gotta say, picturing Ridge dressed as Zorro made me laugh out loud! He's such a putz! And Bridget is an idiot for idealizing him! ITA about Nick being the ultimate package! Why Bradley & Co. had to go and re-write the character and make him Captain Save-A-Ho, among other things, is beyond comprehension. What's always infuriated me is the shoddy treatment Nick received in 2006, when he was rewritten into an insecure and supposedly domineering husband. Missing in those rewrites, of course, was the fact that no husband would want his wife under the spell of a man who raped her. Poor Bridget! She still remembers that long ago costume party when Ridge disguised himself in a Zorro costume. It's like the fool has never grown up.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 7, 2009 12:26:58 GMT -5
Donning a terrycloth bathrobe and with her damp hair wrapped in a towel, Bridget walked into her small kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker. She then walked over to the breakfast counter and retrieved her notes from the night before, along with a small photo album, and smiled. The night before, she had managed to get over her disgust and disappointment with Ridge’s antics long enough to remember her “mission”—to rid the Forrester family of the cancerous leeches that were Amber and Little Eric. To that end, she had meticulously researched private investigators to help her amass the evidence she needed. She gathered information about the investigators’ services and fees. By the time she was done, Bridget selected three investigators, whom she would interview during her lunch break. Discretion and professionalism were paramount, and she intended to ask for a curriculum vitae from each, as well as references. She wanted no one who resembled the stereotypical types she typically saw on television—a trench coat-wearing gumshoe who smoked cigars and jumped out of closets with a flashing camera. “By the time I’m done, the trailer park princess won’t know what hit her!” Bridget gloated. Bridget opened her small photo album, which contained wedding photographs of Amber, Rick and Little Eric. An old picture of Deacon fell out of the album, causing a frown to cross Bridget’s face. What a disgusting piece of sh*t! She fumed. Although Bridget was determined that she would make Deacon pay for making a chump out of Rick, she still had not figured out how she would accomplish that. Suddenly, Bridget’s eyes lit up. “OOH! That’s it—Ridge!” She gasped with excitement. Bridget decided that she would not only inform Ridge about Amber’s treachery, but she would also solicit his help in fixing Deacon. To Bridget, Ridge was still the dashing hero of her girlish fantasies, dressed in his Zorro costume and riding to the rescue. Although her faith in Ridge was shaken, she still felt he had enough of a hero in him to put Deacon on his head. Conveniently forgetting how Deacon broke Ridge’s hand, Bridget could not help smirking at the thought of Ridge beating Deacon to a bloody pulp. That would be a fight that she would pay money to see! _______________ Excellent reading! Hopefully Hag will be so busy getting some from Mass that she'll leave Brooke alone for more than twenty-four hours.
Brooke and Nick's relationship is progressing quite nicely.
As for BooHoo, what more can be said that hasn't already been said? She has no man or any friends to speak of, yet instead of focusing on that, she is plotting on how to screw Amber over. I don't get it, if Rick loves Amber enough to forgive her, why the hell does the trust fund trollop care? Jealous witch. And her hatred of little Eric is appalling-hating on that sweet little boy. Of course she is overlooking Ridge's stank and criminal behavior. Meanwhile, Amber commits the cardinal sin of having both Deacon and Rick in love with her, and it's a federal case. What a miserable, jealous, hypocritical creature she is. Even though I find Sicket gross, she and Ridge are two spoiled, miserable people who are all alone, so I could buy their bonding in their misery.What's hilarious is that Stephanie is getting more play than the idiotic Bridget could ever hope for. To her way of thinking, Little Eric represents the meal ticket that Amber has been able to use to stay in the Forrester family. Unfortunately, Amber was the first to objectify Little Eric in that way when she stole him. Then Deacon objectified the child further by treating him like a piece of meat to be sold to the highest bidder. Bridget is a spiteful little heifer who can't see past her own jealousy and resentment to see Little Eric as a little boy who not only didn't ask to be born, but who never asked to be objectified. And that's always been the tragedy for me. This poor little boy has been torn asunder by people who have been beyond selfish. And when Macy entered the picture, all bets were off. Oh, and Brooke and Eric will probably still be waiting for that phone call from their daughter until Doomsday! Funny how she can spend half the night gathering info about private investigators and how she will spend a part of her day interviewing them. Yet, neither of her parents warrant any kind of attention.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Sept 7, 2009 13:22:17 GMT -5
Excellent reading! Hopefully Hag will be so busy getting some from Mass that she'll leave Brooke alone for more than twenty-four hours.
Brooke and Nick's relationship is progressing quite nicely.
As for BooHoo, what more can be said that hasn't already been said? She has no man or any friends to speak of, yet instead of focusing on that, she is plotting on how to screw Amber over. I don't get it, if Rick loves Amber enough to forgive her, why the hell does the trust fund trollop care? Jealous witch. And her hatred of little Eric is appalling-hating on that sweet little boy. Of course she is overlooking Ridge's stank and criminal behavior. Meanwhile, Amber commits the cardinal sin of having both Deacon and Rick in love with her, and it's a federal case. What a miserable, jealous, hypocritical creature she is. Even though I find Sicket gross, she and Ridge are two spoiled, miserable people who are all alone, so I could buy their bonding in their misery. What's hilarious is that Stephanie is getting more play than the idiotic Bridget could ever hope for. To her way of thinking, Little Eric represents the meal ticket that Amber has been able to use to stay in the Forrester family. Unfortunately, Amber was the first to objectify Little Eric in that way when she stole him. Then Deacon objectified the child further by treating him like a piece of meat to be sold to the highest bidder. Bridget is a spiteful little heifer who can't see past her own jealousy and resentment to see Little Eric as a little boy who not only didn't ask to be born, but who never asked to be objectified. And that's always been the tragedy for me. This poor little boy has been torn asunder by people who have been beyond selfish. And when Macy entered the picture, all bets were off. Oh, and Brooke and Eric will probably still be waiting for that phone call from their daughter until Doomsday! Funny how she can spend half the night gathering info about private investigators and how she will spend a part of her day interviewing them. Yet, neither of her parents warrant any kind of attention. Good point about Amber. Even though I can be pretty hard on her, I like her, in my own way. Her baby scam was pretty damn low, and even if she does care about Eric, it really tainted the character. And good point about Eric being used as a bargaining chip. As much as I like Rick, part of me wishes that CJ hadn't lost custody of his stepson.
As for Bridgette not calling her parents, that comes as no surprise to me. She is so short-sighted that, in her snobbery, she views both her mother and Amber as "Trashy interlopers." Meanwhile, she is the princess born to the manor who has every right to be there. And we all know she doesn't give a damn about Eric, as she thought nothing of protecting Mass and Hag.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 8, 2009 22:04:14 GMT -5
My child arrived just the other day, He came to the world in the usual way. But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay. He learned to walk while I was away. And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew, He'd say, "I'm gonna be like you, Dad. You know I'm gonna be like you." (Chorus) And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon. "When you coming home, Dad?" "I don't know when, but we'll get together then. You know we'll have a good time then." My son turned ten just the other day. He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play. Can you teach me to throw?" I said, "Not today; I got a lot to do." He said, "That's ok." And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed, He said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah. You know I'm gonna be like him." (Chorus) And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon. "When you coming home, dad?" "I don't know when, but we'll get together then. You know we'll have a good time then." Well, he came from college just the other day, So much like a man I just had to say, "Son, I'm proud of you. Can you sit for a while?" He shook his head, and he said with a smile, "What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys. See you later. Can I have them please?" (Chorus) And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon. "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad. You know we'll have a good time then." I've long since retired and my son's moved away. I called him up just the other day. I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind." He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time. You see, my new job's a hassle, and the kids have the flu, But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad. It's been sure nice talking to you." And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me, He'd grown up just like me. My boy was just like me. (Chorus) And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon. "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when, but we'll get together then, Dad. We’re gonna have a good time then." *Chapin, Harry. “Cat’s In the Cradle,” Verities & Balderdash. Elektra / Wea. 1974 ... Thomas hung out in Ridge’s room while his father was getting dressed. As Ridge adjusted his tie, Thomas could only think about the numerous things he wanted to do with his dad that day. Unfortunately, he was disappointed yet again when Ridge gently reminded him that he had a lot of responsibilities and had to go to work. “But, Dad, I thought we were rich. You shouldn’t have to work!” Thomas naively said. Ridge merely looked at Thomas and grinned. “Son, I’m afraid you skipped a few steps there. We are, indeed, fortunate, but our family’s had to work hard for what we have. Plus, with my new gig at Marone Industries, I’m working harder than ever,” Ridge claimed with a straight face. “But, you can take one day off, can’t you?” Thomas asked. “I was off the day of the wedding and I didn’t go to work yesterday,” Ridge reminded Thomas. “Plus, Massimo is picking me up.” When Thomas dared to ask if Ridge had fun at the “grown-up party” he attended the night before, Ridge only gave him a few noncommittal grunts in response and studiously avoided making eye contact. Thomas sighed heavily and began to pout. Why was everything and everyone else always more important than him? He wondered. Catherine went out of her way to tell his dad loved him; however, he sure could not tell. “Dad…” Thomas tentatively began. “Yeah, what is it, champ?” Ridge asked as he brushed his hair. “Now that Brooke’s not coming here to live, can it be just us from now on—you, me and Steffy and Phoebe? Oh, and Catherine, too?” “Of course,” Ridge vaguely replied. Thomas took a deep breath before saying, “Um, Steve’s dad has tickets for the Lakers game and wanted to know if we could go, too.” “Uh, when is the game?” Ridge asked with complete disinterest. “It’s tonight,” Thomas replied hopefully. Ridge frowned briefly as if he was deep in thought. He thought about all the other things he would rather be doing that night—like possibly hanging out at Madam Cara’s and getting it on with the madam herself. Ridge then looked in the mirror and caught the expectant look on his son’s face and felt guilty. Damn, he hated letting that kid down again! “Hmmm … so that means we’ll have to be at the Staples Center no later than 2:30 or 3:00. You know what? Son, why don’t you give me Mr. Knight’s phone number? I’m sure I can leave work early, and we’ll be able to hook up with Mr. Knight and Steve.” Ridge offered. “You really mean it, Dad?” An excited Thomas asked. “Yeah; as a matter of fact, we can make a night of it!” Ridge enthusiastically said. After the shocks of the last few days, Ridge had to admit that Thomas’ enthusiasm was contagious. Maybe a normal night out with his son and another father and son was just what he needed.Thomas was beyond thrilled at the prospect of spending some time with his father. He now looked at Ridge with newfound respect and admiration. He was not sure what his dad did at Massimo’s company, but he just knew it was an important job. Thomas also figured that his father had to have worked really hard as evidenced by the big house they lived in, the expensive vehicles his father drove, and the fact that he and his sisters did not lack for anything materially. He recalled his mother’s beautiful jewelry and how she was always dressed up like a movie star. Even though he was young, Thomas was well aware that his family was better off than some other families. He recalled his mother’s reminders of how they should be thankful for everything they had. He also knew on some level that people treated his family as if they were special. And, it was all possible because of his dad, Thomas thought with pride. Seeing his father dressing up for his very important job made Thomas determined that he was going to work hard just like his father when he got older and had a family of his own. He would marry a gorgeous lady just like his father did, who would be decked out in the finest of clothes and jewels. They would be very important, live in a big house, drive fancy cars and have the best of everything. Thomas saw Ridge nonchalantly pull out a money clip with a few bills and placed it in an inside pocket of his Armani jacket. Yep! When I get grown, I’m gonna be just like him, Thomas thought. _______________ “So what’s on your agenda today?” Massimo asked Stephanie as he kissed her tenderly. “Well, for my first full day of unemployment, I’m going to take it pretty easy!” Stephanie said with a laugh. “But, I’ve been thinking about that nasty dig my daughters made about Thorne. I think I’ll stop by his house before he heads off to work this morning and see if I can get to the bottom of whatever is going on with him.” Massimo frowned. He did not like that; he did not like that at all. “Thorne is an adult,” he said spitefully. “Surely, he doesn’t need you helping him with whatever problem he has.” “True, but I do have to find out what’s going on. I suspect it’s a pretty big deal; otherwise those girls wouldn’t have mentioned it. I swear when I get my hands on them…! Eric has done a spectacular job of trashing me to Kristen and Felicia. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he infected Thorne with his special brand of venom!” Stephanie bitterly sniped. “Well, don’t let him get you too worked up,” Massimo gently admonished. “Don’t worry; I won’t,” Stephanie promised with a smile. “Besides, Thorne was always a good boy—eager to please and always seeking my approval. At least he won’t turn on me.” _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Sept 9, 2009 13:18:25 GMT -5
Thomas hung out in Ridge’s room while his father was getting dressed. As Ridge adjusted his tie, Thomas could only think about the numerous things he wanted to do with his dad that day. Unfortunately, he was disappointed yet again when Ridge gently reminded him that he had a lot of responsibilities and had to go to work. “I was off the day of the wedding and I didn’t go to work yesterday,” Ridge reminded Thomas. “Plus, Massimo is picking me up.” When Thomas dared to ask if Ridge had fun at the “grown-up party” he attended the night before, Ridge only gave him a few noncommittal grunts in response and studiously avoided making eye contact. Thomas sighed heavily and began to pout. Why was everything and everyone else always more important than him? He wondered. Catherine went out of her way to tell his dad loved him; however, he sure could not tell. Ridge frowned briefly as if he was deep in thought. He thought about all the other things he would rather be doing that night—like possibly hanging out at Madam Cara’s and getting it on with the madam herself. Ridge then looked in the mirror and caught the expectant look on his son’s face and felt guilty. Damn, he hated letting that kid down again! “Hmmm … so that means we’ll have to be at the Staples Center no later than 2:30 or 3:00. You know what? Son, why don’t you give me Mr. Knight’s phone number? I’m sure I can leave work early, and we’ll be able to hook up with Mr. Knight and Steve.” Ridge offered. “You really mean it, Dad?” An excited Thomas asked. Thomas was beyond thrilled at the prospect of spending some time with his father. He now looked at Ridge with newfound respect and admiration. He was not sure what his dad did at Massimo’s company, but he just knew it was an important job. Thomas also figured that his father had to have worked really hard as evidenced by the big house they lived in, the expensive vehicles his father drove, and the fact that he and his sisters did not lack for anything materially. He recalled his mother’s beautiful jewelry and how she was always dressed up like a movie star. Even though he was young, Thomas was well aware that his family was better off than some other families. He recalled his mother’s reminders of how they should be thankful for everything they had. He also knew on some level that people treated his family as if they were special. And, it was all possible because of his dad, Thomas thought with pride. Seeing his father dressing up for his very important job made Thomas determined that he was going to work hard just like his father when he got older and had a family of his own. He would marry a gorgeous lady just like his father did, who would be decked out in the finest of clothes and jewels. They would be very important, live in a big house, drive fancy cars and have the best of everything. Thomas saw Ridge nonchalantly pull out a money clip with a few bills and placed it in an inside pocket of his Armani jacket. Massimo frowned. He did not like that; he did not like that at all. “Thorne is an adult,” he said spitefully. “Surely, he doesn’t need you helping him with whatever problem he has.” Whoa, intense. As much as I dislike Thomas, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He has lost his mother and is due for some attention from his dad, but Ridge is a selfish bastard. How much do we want to bet Ridge gets stuck at work and has to miss his outing with his son? He has no business making a promise that he has to know he won't keep.
I hate Ridge. Had he focused on his son instead of using his two daughters as props to try to manipulate Brooke, some of the damage could have been minimized. But it's all about him. He could have rented a DVD for Thomas, but nooo, he had to get his rocks off with a hooker.
Mass is a hypocrite as well, even if ITA with the riot act he read Ridge earlier. He has the nerve to get pissy about Thorne, claiming that Thorne is an adult. Meanwhile, his fifty-plus brat is out, stalking Brooke, getting drunk, and boinking hookers, and it's all good. If Mass would put his money where his potty mouth is, he would have let Ridge sit in jail. And he is just like the brat he fathered, God forbid Hag put her child in front of him.
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Post by lalogan on Sept 9, 2009 19:25:48 GMT -5
Very well said, Gio. Thomas is a little turd, no doubt about it, but the kid just wants to spend some time with his father...such as he is. But Widge, the selfish jackass, is too preoccupied to do anything more than check in with the kid. The only reason he didn't drag Thomas along with the twins on his ill-advised trek to FC is because Thomas has made his dislike of Brooke clear enough for even Widge to see, and also because Thomas isn't as cute as the twins.
And you're dead right about FatAssimo. Even if he sees, and tells, the truth once in a while, he's still a thug, and as hypocritical as the day is long. He, Fang and Widge really are three peas in a pod. Here Fang is rutting with FatAssimo even though she's technically married, and FatAssimo objects to Widge's trip to a whorehouse only because it got publicized...yet they still call Brooke a slut, a tart, a tramp, and every other sexual insult in the book.
I hope Thorne gives Fang as nasty a surprise as she got from her daughters. She's banking on Thorne still being willing to accept the crumbs Widge brushed off his lap...after all, the wimp has always trotted right up to Fang whenever she whistled for him, eager to please the old hag when, like as not, all she wants is for him to be an audience while she talks about Widge. But hopefully Thorne won't be swayed by her crocodile tears and "honeys" and "my babys" and so forth. She doesn't care about him, she never did. He's just an occasional substitute when her #1 son, Widge, is unavailable for whatever reason.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 9, 2009 20:31:26 GMT -5
Thomas hung out in Ridge’s room while his father was getting dressed. As Ridge adjusted his tie, Thomas could only think about the numerous things he wanted to do with his dad that day. Unfortunately, he was disappointed yet again when Ridge gently reminded him that he had a lot of responsibilities and had to go to work. “I was off the day of the wedding and I didn’t go to work yesterday,” Ridge reminded Thomas. “Plus, Massimo is picking me up.” When Thomas dared to ask if Ridge had fun at the “grown-up party” he attended the night before, Ridge only gave him a few noncommittal grunts in response and studiously avoided making eye contact. Thomas sighed heavily and began to pout. Why was everything and everyone else always more important than him? He wondered. Catherine went out of her way to tell his dad loved him; however, he sure could not tell. Ridge frowned briefly as if he was deep in thought. He thought about all the other things he would rather be doing that night—like possibly hanging out at Madam Cara’s and getting it on with the madam herself. Ridge then looked in the mirror and caught the expectant look on his son’s face and felt guilty. Damn, he hated letting that kid down again! “Hmmm … so that means we’ll have to be at the Staples Center no later than 2:30 or 3:00. You know what? Son, why don’t you give me Mr. Knight’s phone number? I’m sure I can leave work early, and we’ll be able to hook up with Mr. Knight and Steve.” Ridge offered. “You really mean it, Dad?” An excited Thomas asked. Thomas was beyond thrilled at the prospect of spending some time with his father. He now looked at Ridge with newfound respect and admiration. He was not sure what his dad did at Massimo’s company, but he just knew it was an important job. Thomas also figured that his father had to have worked really hard as evidenced by the big house they lived in, the expensive vehicles his father drove, and the fact that he and his sisters did not lack for anything materially. He recalled his mother’s beautiful jewelry and how she was always dressed up like a movie star. Even though he was young, Thomas was well aware that his family was better off than some other families. He recalled his mother’s reminders of how they should be thankful for everything they had. He also knew on some level that people treated his family as if they were special. And, it was all possible because of his dad, Thomas thought with pride. Seeing his father dressing up for his very important job made Thomas determined that he was going to work hard just like his father when he got older and had a family of his own. He would marry a gorgeous lady just like his father did, who would be decked out in the finest of clothes and jewels. They would be very important, live in a big house, drive fancy cars and have the best of everything. Thomas saw Ridge nonchalantly pull out a money clip with a few bills and placed it in an inside pocket of his Armani jacket. Massimo frowned. He did not like that; he did not like that at all. “Thorne is an adult,” he said spitefully. “Surely, he doesn’t need you helping him with whatever problem he has.” Whoa, intense. As much as I dislike Thomas, I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He has lost his mother and is due for some attention from his dad, but Ridge is a selfish bastard. How much do we want to bet Ridge gets stuck at work and has to miss his outing with his son? He has no business making a promise that he has to know he won't keep.
I hate Ridge. Had he focused on his son instead of using his two daughters as props to try to manipulate Brooke, some of the damage could have been minimized. But it's all about him. He could have rented a DVD for Thomas, but nooo, he had to get his rocks off with a hooker.
Mass is a hypocrite as well, even if ITA with the riot act he read Ridge earlier. He has the nerve to get pissy about Thorne, claiming that Thorne is an adult. Meanwhile, his fifty-plus brat is out, stalking Brooke, getting drunk, and boinking hookers, and it's all good. If Mass would put his money where his potty mouth is, he would have let Ridge sit in jail. And he is just like the brat he fathered, God forbid Hag put her child in front of him.Thanks for your comments, Giovanna! The funny thing about kids is that they often don't ask for much and have been known to love even the most abusive and negligent of parents. ITA that Thomas would have appreciated something as simple as watching a DVD with his dad. How Ridge missed Thomas' obvous begging for attention the night before is beyond belief. He was so busy dancing, primping and prancing about that he refused to see it. Instead, he's explaining to the kid why he can't go to a "grown-up party!" That he would even consider going out for a second night in a row after the dressing down he received from Massimo is appalling. But, it's typical Ridge. And, it's pitiful that Thomas knows that the twins were nothing more than cute little props that Ridge used to get Brooke back. Oh, of course, Massimo is going to get pissy about Thorne! After all, he's Eric's son--not his! In his warped way of thinking, Stephanie is supposed to ignore her other children simply because they were fathered by Eric. What's hilarious--and not in a Ha! Ha! way--is that ignoring her other children has been Stephanie's M.O. from day one. So Massimo's expectations aren't that strange. Too bad Massimo's hands-off approach doesn't extend to his own son! Maybe if he had left well enough alone, Ridge might have been released from jail a lot sooner and he wouldn't have been stuck with a no-nonsense judge.
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Post by MissJr on Sept 9, 2009 20:42:38 GMT -5
Very well said, Gio. Thomas is a little turd, no doubt about it, but the kid just wants to spend some time with his father...such as he is. But Widge, the selfish jackass, is too preoccupied to do anything more than check in with the kid. The only reason he didn't drag Thomas along with the twins on his ill-advised trek to FC is because Thomas has made his dislike of Brooke clear enough for even Widge to see, and also because Thomas isn't as cute as the twins. And you're dead right about FatAssimo. Even if he sees, and tells, the truth once in a while, he's still a thug, and as hypocritical as the day is long. He, Fang and Widge really are three peas in a pod. Here Fang is rutting with FatAssimo even though she's technically married, and FatAssimo objects to Widge's trip to a whorehouse only because it got publicized...yet they still call Brooke a slut, a tart, a tramp, and every other sexual insult in the book. I hope Thorne gives Fang as nasty a surprise as she got from her daughters. She's banking on Thorne still being willing to accept the crumbs Widge brushed off his lap...after all, the wimp has always trotted right up to Fang whenever she whistled for him, eager to please the old hag when, like as not, all she wants is for him to be an audience while she talks about Widge. But hopefully Thorne won't be swayed by her crocodile tears and "honeys" and "my babys" and so forth. She doesn't care about him, she never did. He's just an occasional substitute when her #1 son, Widge, is unavailable for whatever reason. Excellent call on all the characters in this story, Lalogan! It's sad that Thomas wants to be just like his father. But, it's normal; after all, Ridge is the only father he knows. Of course, he's only thinking about the positive things his father does and is not privy to all the rotten, lowdown and trifling things. It's sad when a child admires a parent who simply doesn't deserve it. Massimo's hypocrisy is just par for the course. His beloved Stephanie got pregnant out of wedlock, lied to him for over four decades--oh, I'm sorry! She merely "miscalculated her conception date" and duped another man into marriage. Yet, she is a goddess to be worshipped and adored. We've already seen and heard his reaction to Brooke's foibles. Meanwhile, he arranges to have people disappear and is planning this elaborate scheme to destroy Brooke and Eric, along with their loved ones. Oh, and he's planning to eliminate Tricia Quick and to make her death as painful as possible. Yet, he's just an honorable businessman. Their arrogant, lazy, feckless son isn't worth spitting on. But, he is worthy to be praised. I suspect Stephanie will be in a for a rude awakening if she's counting on Thorne to validate her as a great mother.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Sept 10, 2009 8:07:38 GMT -5
Yeah, Stephanie so smugly counts on Thorne being there to worship at her feet when she decides to grace him with her presence. I can't wait to see if it really plays out that way or not. Hopefully, she's in for a rude awakening!
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Post by MissJr on Sept 12, 2009 23:23:41 GMT -5
Elegantly attired in a Savile Row-tailored suit made of seasonless wool, along with a pair of Via Spiga wingtip loafers, Harvey Golden was the epitome of the Marone Industries corporate executive. Although he should have been exhausted, Harvey was fully energized by what lay ahead. Harvey was also energized by what happened the night before. FLASHBACK:Harvey and his wife, Elena, had enjoyed a quiet dinner followed by dessert and sherry. After dinner, Elena kissed Harvey on his cheek and retired upstairs for the evening. Even though Harvey prided himself on being able to function on as little as 3 to 4 hours of sleep, he decided to turn in no later than 9:30 p.m. However, Harvey was unexpectedly visited by two of Marone Industries’ board members, who arrived at his Holmby Hills residence full of piss and vinegar.
Veronica Marcil, at 50, was an attractive and no-nonsense corporate dynamo. She breezed into the foyer, and called to the man following her, “are you coming, Palmer?”
“Just hold your horses, woman!” The 62-year-old, irascible Palmer Curtis snapped. Using a cane due to recent hip replacement surgery, he moved with a slow gait. “Good evening, Harvey,” Palmer said with a nod as he walked through the door. “I realize it’s a bit late, but we needed to talk to you.”
“And, let me guess,” Harvey said quizzically, “it couldn’t wait until morning, right?”
“No it could not!” Veronica angrily retorted. “We have a business matter of the utmost importance to discuss with you and we wanted to discuss it with you in private.”
Obviously surprised, Harvey quickly ushered his guests into his den and closed the doors. Always the perfect host, he made sure that they were comfortable and offered them some food and libations. However, Harvey’s visitors wasted little time in letting him know that this was not a social call.
“I have food at home and some bottled water in my bag,” Veronica rudely replied, immediately getting down to business. “We’re here to talk to you about that long-running soap opera—‘The Perils of Ridge.’” She said waspishly.
“Or, better yet—‘The Playboy and His Playmates,’ and we’re sick and tired of it!” Palmer caustically added, raising his cane and waving it for emphasis.
“Harvey, we’ve got to do something about this, and we’ve got to do something about it right now!” Veronica stridently insisted.
“Really?” Harvey coolly asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why come to me with your complaints about Ridge? After all, I’m not a behavioral scientist,” he stated in his smarmy manner. “And, exactly what do you propose we do about it? You may recall that when I approached you and some of the other board members a few months ago about Ridge, you weren’t interested.” Harvey reminded his visitors.
Palmer harrumphed loudly before replying, “Well, we have a great deal of respect for Massimo and we didn’t want to upset the applecart. Obviously things have changed since then! Because of Ridge’s buffoonery, we are much more receptive to sending him back to Forrester Creations or some other dress shop to ply his trade. He’s just not a good fit for Marone Industries and never has been.”
“Palmer is right,” Veronica nodded. “Tell me something, Harvey. Is Massimo daft or something? I mean, where did Ridge come from anyway?” She demanded, waving her arms in agitation. “Massimo is friends with his mother and he’s actually hired based on that? Really? It just isn’t right! Don’t get me wrong. He’s a damn good designer; I’ve actually bought some frocks from Forrester Creation over the years. But, I never thought I would see the day when the man who designed my gowns would actually be put in the No. 2 position at Marone Industries!”
“He’s your boss!” Palmer yelled, pointing his cane at Veronica. “This is so wrong on so many levels. If something happens to Massimo, do you realize that bumbling idiot will be your—our boss? It isn’t to be borne!” Palmer declared, his voice rising shrilly.
“Look, Harvey, we don’t care what Ridge does when he leaves work, but this public spectacle that his life has become is appalling.” Veronica stated.
“And undisciplined!” Palmer shouted. “His behavior is reckless! Getting into a public brawl with his girlfriend and getting arrested!”
“And, now he’s publicly visiting places that are nothing more than fronts for prostitution!” An outraged Veronica said.
Harvey took it all in and hid a smile. Naturally, he agreed. However, he took a more pragmatic approach to the Ridge problem. “Well, I can understand your concerns. And, admittedly, this is hardly fitting conduct for a man who is poised to take over the reins of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate if something happens to Massimo one day. But, you can’t just make this about Ridge’s personal conduct. It’s his lack of professionalism; his lack of business acumen; and his lack of aptitude that make him unfit to lead the company.”
“It’s outrageous! That’s what it is—outrageous!” Palmer practically shrieked. “Let me tell you something. I did not labor at Marone Industries all my adult life just so that I would one day have to answer to some feckless idiot who doesn’t know a profit and loss statement from a Vogue dress pattern!” Harvey chuckled and nodded sagely. “Your point is well taken, Palmer, and this is what we really need to focus on. I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve been fielding calls from nervous investors and shareholders for the last couple of days. They are none too thrilled about what they are seeing. Massimo and I have taken steps to calm their fears and to address their concerns. But, in this matter, I would strongly urge caution. We can’t move too precipitously against Ridge. After all, his No. 1 ally owns the company, and you are both well aware that Massimo can be a very dangerous enemy to have.”
Veronica folded her arms and crossed her legs. “Have any other board members come to you about Ridge?” She asked.
“Not yet, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they, too, were as fed up as you are,” Harvey replied. As was his wont, Harvey held back on revealing that he had already tried to feel Nick out only to be rebuffed. As far as he was concerned, that conversation never even took place. “You know, it just occurred to me that Ridge is simply the gift that keeps on giving. It’s been apparent for some time that Massimo will never fire Ridge, nor will he ever publicly criticize him. I say that the best course of action is watch and wait.”
“I’m not willing to do that,” Veronica asserted. “I want him gone—now!”
“As do I,” Palmer concurred. “Right now, he’s the public face of Marone Industries and we just don’t need this kind of negative publicity! It’s bad for business.”
“And, I say that we have to be smart and deliberate in our approach,” Harvey insisted. “We cannot, under any circumstances, move overtly against Ridge. The last thing we can afford to do is to arouse Massimo’s suspicions or let him think we’re mounting some kind of coup. If we give Ridge enough rope, he will hang himself eventually. By then, I will have gathered enough support to vote Ridge out just in case Massimo chooses to keep ignoring just how disastrous this little social experiment has been. I just need to be sure of one thing though. I need to know that when the time comes that you will publicly back my efforts.”
“I will!” Palmer immediately responded.
“So will I!” Veronica asserted. BACK TO THE PRESENT:Although it was still quite early, Harvey arrived at Marone Industries, along with his trusty assistant, to finalize preparations for that morning’s board meeting. The meeting’s agenda, along with information packets, yellow legal pads and pens for each attendee, were placed on the conference room table. Harvey set up his laptop on a nearby credenza. Once he logged on, he immediately found the directory containing the PowerPoint presentation that he had spent a considerable amount of time working on. Harvey smiled as he thought about last night’s impromptu meeting at his house. If Veronica and Palmer were on board with his plans, he figured it would only be a matter of time before he had all the votes he needed to get what he wanted. However, first things first. Would Ridge actually behave himself today? Would he make it through the meeting without once again proving that he did not belong at Marone Industries? While Harvey’s assistant bustled about, Harvey opened his briefcase and pulled out a copy of the latest issue of Sunset People. It was a vapid rag that normally had no interest to him. However, his wife had given it to him as a gag gift, knowing full well she would get a rise out of him. Harvey smiled in grim satisfaction at the full-page cover of Brooke and Nick. Although he was tempted to surreptitiously place the magazine inside of Ridge’s in-box, he chose not to do so—for now. He prided himself on being outwardly civil and professional to a fault. Yet Harvey was able to tactically cut an opponent’s throat to get what he wanted and leaving the opponent wondering what happened. He would gauge Ridge’s behavior himself over the next few days, particularly his interactions with Nick. Harvey would hold onto the magazine and would only use it to give Ridge that extra little nudge if necessary. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Sept 22, 2009 21:48:34 GMT -5
“Dominick Payne, you’re an idiot!” Nick ruefully exclaimed as he slapped his hand against his forehead. “Either that, or you’re the most secure guy in the world!” How else to explain the lunacy that would compel him to encourage Brooke to mourn—or possibly obsess about—a man who nearly destroyed her? However, Nick instinctively knew that he was doing the right thing. He also knew that Brooke was too stubborn to really see it or to understand why he wanted her to take as much time as she needed to get Ridge out of her system. The last thing Nick wanted was for Brooke to think that he had no faith in her ability to move on. Yet, he was always an honest man, and a small part of him was worried. After all, did she not admit how difficult it had been to move on in previously? If she couldn’t do it for the others, what made him so special? Nick thought about the scene that had played out on Brooke’s doorstep the night before and shuddered. “What kind of hold does this guy have on her?” Nick asked himself. He found it difficult to fathom that Ridge could inspire such devotion and angst in a woman. Maybe he should do what Brooke suggested and just run, Nick thought. He smiled though when he thought about Brooke’s feistiness and zest for living. “No way am I running away from that!” He laughed. Nick was now forced to admit that he had his own trust issues to work through. It’s not that he didn’t trust her…but…he still had to protect his own heart. Nick cleared his head of all negative thoughts, choosing instead to think about the day that awaited him. He was glad that he had gone into the office a day earlier to get all the administrative stuff out of the way. Nick found himself chuckling when he thought about the cast of characters that would greet him at that morning’s board meeting. He had familiarized himself with the company’s corporate chart, as well as the bios of the various board members. He was obviously well acquainted with Massimo and Ridge, as well as some of the graybeards, who considered themselves the company’s “old guard.” Nick was impressed that a company with such a “good ol’ boys” network was, in fact, very progressive when it came to hiring and promoting women to positions of power. Tough, determined and outspoken, the four women on Marone Industries’ board of directors came with impressive résumés and got their positions the old-fashioned way—they earned them. And, how could he forget that old slippery serpent himself, Harvey Golden? Nick was more than prepared to get down to business and to step into his new role at the company. Unfortuantely, Ridge was the fly in the ointment and all Nick could do was hope that the man had the wherewithal and common sense to behave like an adult. _______________ Brooke frowned in irritation. While the intellectual side of her understood what Nick was trying to do, she found herself caught up in her emotions—again. “It’s as if he doesn’t even trust me!” She fumed as she angrily brushed her locks. Okay. She knew that she had no one to blame for that but herself especially after her meltdown last night. And, yes, it was true that she did everything to push Nick away, but still…“He doesn’t trust me!” Brooke reiterated. She flung her hairbrush on the vanity table. Looking in the mirror, she was somewhat startled by the picture she presented—a woman, who could not hide the fact that she was having a fit even if she wanted to. “I want to be with Nick! Why— why is that so difficult for him to believe?!” Brooke then willed herself to calm down and she forced herself to look at the big picture. She never wanted to ever be in a position to belatedly realize how close she came to losing Nick or to regret her part in it because of some innate refusal to let go of Ridge. She had been there before, and she was determined not to go there again. “This man—this wonderful man—has come into my life and he only wants what any normal, red-blooded man wants,” Brooke sighed. “And what am I doing right now? Tripping!” Brooke’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Little Eric ran into her bedroom, followed by Amber. Brooke’s face immediately lit up when she saw the little tyke, who was so obviously excited to see her. In a way, it was rather jarring for her that someone could actually love her so unashamedly and without restraint. But, her older children were the same way at that age, Brooke reminded herself. Especially Bridget. Just that quickly, a look of pain briefly crossed Brooke’s face. Within a few seconds the look was gone and was replaced by a brilliant smile. However, Amber picked up on it immediately and wondered what happened just now. Brooke held her arms out and scooped Little Eric up when he ran into them. “Nana Brooke!” The child screamed excitedly as he wrapped his arms tightly about Brooke’s neck. “How’s my little man this morning?” Brooke cooed as she kissed the top of Little Eric’s head. “Careful, sweetie!” Amber giggled in a sing-song voice. “Your grandmother is getting ready for work, and she’ll have to change all over again if you mess up her pretty clothes. “Nonsense!” Brooke disputed. “Clothes can always be replaced, but it’s moments like this that I’ll always treasure,” she sighed, as she inhaled Little Eric’s clean, fresh scent. Amber watched Brooke closely and was quite touched by Brooke’s obvious affection for Little Eric. “You really do consider him your grandson, don’t you? Even after everything I’ve done?” Amber quietly asked with a catch in her throat. “Of course, I do,” Brooke replied with a smile. “At this point, it really doesn’t matter how this beautiful little cherub became a member of the family. He’s here with us now, and we love him. You know that’s the beauty of extended families; it simply doesn’t change just because you discover you are no…longer…” Brooke’s voice nearly broke. “Are you okay?” A concerned Amber asked. “Yeah, I am,” Brooke nodded, regaining her composure. As Little Eric snuggled against Brooke, he spied a picture of Bridget on Brooke’s nightstand and became agitated. “Auntie Bridget— bad!” He suddenly yelled as he pointed at the offending photograph. Brooke looked at Little Eric and then Amber in confusion. Amber bit her lip, as she knew she was caught now. She had every intention of telling Brooke about Bridget’s visit but had not imagined it would happen in this manner. “Auntie Bridget is bad!” Little Eric yelled again. “She’s mean and tried to hit my mommy!” Brooke was startled by the little boy’s explosive claims. “What in the world…?” She eyed Amber, hoping that she could clear up the confusion. “I’m sorry!” Amber began to blubber. “I wanted to tell you last night, but—well, you had your date and everything, and it didn’t seem like a good time, and—” “Amber, you’re starting to babble,” Brooke observed. “What happened?” She asked evenly. “Bridget was over here yesterday afternoon,” Amber confessed. “She was?” A surprised Brooke asked. “Yeah. She claimed she came over here to see you. She and I kind of got into it in front of the baby, and—well—I kind of told her to leave!” _______________ Feeling depressed, Macy curled up in a paisley easy chair and sipped a cup of chamomile tea. However, the tea did not have the desired calming effect this morning, as Macy’s nerves were still jangled. Truth be told, she was frightened. Instead of resting peacefully the night before, she slept fitfully and found herself tossing and turning throughout the night. For a year, she had been having a grand time—the parties, celebrity galas, photo shoots, studio sessions, television and print media interviews, and the accolades from her adoring public. While she was having this grand coming-out party, she studiously ignored the elephant in the middle of the living room. After all, she was as much a victim of that horrid accident just as much as that truck driver was! But, deep down inside, Macy always knew this day would come. She just never imagined it would come so publicly. “Shame! Shame! Shame on you! I don’t see how you could live with yourself after all you’ve done! And now you have the unmitigated gall to sit here and trash Brooke Logan, your ex-husband and others while your own hands are dirty!” Minnie Pearl Baylor had screamed at Macy. Macy was momentarily shocked into silence. Who in the hell was this? She wondered. Finally finding her tongue, Macy spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”
Karen Gallagher, the reporter interviewing Macy for a feature article called, “Steel Magnolias,” bitchily simpered. “One of Brooke Logan’s relatives perhaps?” Karen Gallagher then shot Macy a look of disgust and silently entreated her to do something, as her interview was being ruined.
“If I am one of Miss Logan’s relatives, I would be honored!” Minnie Pearl snapped at Karen Gallagher with flashing eyes. “However, much to Miss Alexander’s inconvenience, I am the mother of a daughter—or at least, I was! A daughter she killed and recklessly took away from those who love her! You may think Miss Alexander is this wonderful person. But, don’t be fooled! This woman is a liar, a fraud and a murderer!” Last night, every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Minnie Pearl’s angry face. Even worse were the woman’s hurtful accusations: Liar! Fraud! Murderer! Macy felt there was simply was no way to escape Minnie Pearl. Macy also remembered Minnie Pearl’s painful plea to Karen Gallagher that her daughter’s story be told. Her pain was like a silent reproach to Macy. What if there was another inquest? Would people really blame her? Macy began to rock back and forth in agitation as she wondered about her next move. “I’m not a liar! I’m not a fraud and I’m not a murderer!” Macy insisted. “That woman will not ruin my life with her lies. It’s not going to happen!” _______________ Ridge bounded downstairs and stopped by the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee. He barely had enough time to read the headlines of the LA Times, much less the sections inside the paper. Like a teenager who knew he did not study for a crucial exam, Ridge attempted to cram in as much studying as possible. However, he could barely concentrate on all those facts and figures and gave up after barely 15 minutes. As was his habit, Ridge stopped by the powder room near the foyer to check his appearance one more time before Massimo’s arrival. Ridge flipped the light switch on and proceeded to look in the mirror. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Sunset People magazine with its full-color glossy cover sitting on top of the commode. “Now, who in the world would put that in here?” Ridge mumbled with a frown. “Everybody in this house knows that this is not that kind of bathroom!” Ridge lifted his hands with the intent of slicking his hair back behind his ears. His eyes briefly widened and he did a double take. He quickly picked up the magazine and stared in dumbstruck wonder. His brain was slow to process what he was seeing. Ridge heard a dull thud in his ears. His stomach knotted and began to ache. “Logan? And, Popeye—engaged?” Ridge shook his head in denial. “It can’t be!” Ridge whispered. His heart rate accelerated and small beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip. Ridge placed his fist in his mouth to squelch the sob that threatened to escape from his throat. “Nooooo!” Ridge moaned. He woodenly sat on the edge of the toilet seat and sat there slumped over for several minutes. Like an automaton, Ridge proceeded to flip through the magazine. He had fully expected to be humiliated when Freda Frump reported on the aborted nuptials. However, this went beyond humiliation. This was just so…cruel…just so effing cruel! Ridge thought. Nick Payne…on his knees proposing to MY woman! “And the bitch actually accepted!” Ridge growled. “She actually accepted!” _______________
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