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Post by MissJr on Jul 3, 2007 8:58:08 GMT -5
A frustrated Ridge stood at the reservations desk of the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. Unconsciously, he twisted the heavy ornate ring on the third finger of his right hand. The ring with its barouche design, was an heirloom ring—one of three—that had been in the Marone family for centuries. According to Massimo, who wore one of the rings passed down to him by his own father, Salvatore Furio Marone, one of the rings mysteriously disappeared several years ago. Only the males of their line were gifted with the special rings, and Massimo had long despaired of locating the third one. However, the ring's significance mattered little to Ridge. As far as he was concerned, it might as well have been some cheap trinket he had been goaded into wearing just to appease Massimo. In fact, Ridge was more concerned about the ring that should have been on the third finger of his left hand. However, he was certain that it would only be a matter of time—hopefully before the end of the day—that that wedding band would be on his finger where it belonged. "I'm sorry, Mr. Forrester, but there is no answer from the honeymoon suite. Perhaps you would like to leave a message for Ms. Logan?" The reservations clerk asked, looking askance at Ridge. "Leave a message? For my wife? Of course, not!" Ridge exploded. He immediately drew the attention of several patrons and hotel employees, who looked on in interest at the angry man with the huge black eye. "Sir—" the clerk began. "You issued my wife one of the keys to the suite. I want the other one." Ridge said shortly. "Sir, I don't know how this happened, but both keys for that suite were issued when your—um—wife checked in last night." The nervous clerk apologized. "Sh*t! Are you people incompetent or just stupid?" Ridge rudely demanded. He then removed his wallet from his pocket and retrieved a dollar bill and angrily slammed it onto the counter. "Here's a dollar, chica—BUY a clue!" An irate Ridge yelled. "The honeymoon suite is registered in the names of 'Mr. & Mrs. RIDGE Forrester.' Do the math! Obviously, you should have an extra key for me." "Excuse me? 'You people?' First of all, I'm not a little girl. Second, I have a name—USE IT!" The Latina clerk snapped as she pointed to her nametag. "I'm paid a good salary to perform a lot of duties, but I am NOT paid to take abuse from the public! Now, if you have a problem, I'll be happy to get the manager." "You do that!" An unabashed Ridge snapped. _______________ Nick squinted, as he barely recognized the clean-shaven man in the mirror. His hair was closely cropped, which was not the problem. However, his ruggedly handsome face was devoid of any facial hair whatsoever. "Sorry, man." Jason, who was not in the least bit sorry, half-heartedly apologized. "You're sorry?" A disgusted Nick spat. "Well, I took too much off on one side, and the more I tried to even it out ... well, my hand slipped when I was trimming the mustache. So, it just made more sense to just shave it ALL off ." "I told you that the beard stays!" Nick complained. "Hey, man, what can I say? Sh—um, stuff happens." Jason shrugged. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 3, 2007 9:06:19 GMT -5
Brooke sighed deeply, feeling the self-loathing that had become all too familiar to her in the past year. Why? Why did she have to go and reopen those old wounds again? She wondered angrily. Belatedly realizing that she had opened Pandora's box, Brooke attempted to flee from the painful memories of that night. However, she found it difficult to escape the memories that unleashed havoc on her overwrought psyche. FLASHBACK: Having received the shock of his life, Ridge was in a murderous rage. If he had a shotgun, he would have shot Deacon dead right on the spot. Ridge did not know which was worse—Brooke's excuses or Deacon's jeering insults. His dirty work completed, Deacon had already stormed out of Ridge's home into the night. After his departure, Ridge regarded Brooke with contempt. "I guess he nailed it, huh? The two of us—we've just been playing a big game here." "No." Brooke said softly. "Why don't you just get your baby, Brooke, and GO home!" Ridge snapped as he placed his hand in the small of her back and forcefully propelled her toward the door. Brooke's world nearly crumbled, as in that instant, Ridge had diminished not only her, but her innocent baby, because of who her father was. A half-hour ago, he had happily welcomed her and Hope into not only his home, but also into his and his children's hearts. How could everything have changed so drastically?"Ridge, no. We're gonna talk about this, and we're gonna get past this." Brooke said. "I already have." Ridge said coldly. "Ridge, neither one of us has been playing games. We've just been trying to get through this horrid, dark, difficult time in your life. And, I really thought that I was helping. And, yes, I didn't want you to find out the truth because I didn't want you to push me away, for your sake and for the children's." Brooke explained. Ridge looked at her in consternation. "No way. No—no. NO! You'd be so much better off NOT mentioning my kids now!" Ridge snapped. "Ridge, I love your kids." "Like you LOVE Bridget?" Ridge snidely asked. "I let her down. That doesn't mean I don't—" "No, you didn't let her down, Brooke!" Ridge angrily cut her off. "You didn't let her down at all. You went on the attack is what you did." "Look, I can't explain to you what happened, and I'm certainly not going to defend myself!" Brooke yelled. "No, you can't explain and you don't understand it all, and I'm certain it won't happen again, right?" Ridge sarcastically asked. "That's right! It won't!" Brooke firmly asserted. "Yeah, well pardon me if I'm not so sure about that. Pardon me if I don't want you AROUND my kids." Ridge said scathingly. Brooke sighed deeply. However, Ridge was not done with her yet, as he delivered the cruelest blow of all. He picked up a nearby picture of Taylor from one of the tables and stared at it in anguish. "Their mother—their mother—and, I was going to replace her with YOU? God help me. God help me!" Ridge said.
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Post by newestconvert on Jul 3, 2007 13:56:14 GMT -5
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Post by MissJr on Jul 5, 2007 8:39:32 GMT -5
BACK TO THE PRESENT: A lone tear rolled down Brooke's cheek. She was beyond feeling sorry for herself. Right now, she was angry. Angry and fed up. Hindsight being 20/20, she could only now think of the things that she wished she had had the courage to say to Ridge that night. Had she only had the courage, she would have challenged him on his claim that she made excuses to avoid dealing with reality. She had been dealing with some very harsh realities about herself as a woman, mother and wife for the better part of a year. And, while she was sorry about Taylor's untimely demise, a part of her was sick of everyone acting as if Taylor were some saint. Now that Taylor was dead, the canonization only increased. Brooke felt a twinge of guilt for her uncharitable thoughts. But, she couldn't help it. Was THAT what a marriage to Ridge would have consisted of? Being constantly compared to a dead woman and then written off as somehow lacking? Brooke angrily wondered. So Ridge considered her a replacement, did he? A replacement! Well, she was no woman's replacement—least of all Taylor's! An unbidden thought then arose in her mind. It seemed that Ridge merely wanted a replacement. Is that what he was looking for in Bridget? Brooke wondered. Never again would Ridge or any other man be in a position to throw up her sins to her face and use them against her. And, as for Deacon? Never again would she allow him to play on her insecurities or to vindictively—and vilely—characterize her the way he did that fateful night. Nor, would he ever again use Hope as a means to wreck havoc in her personal life. Never again! She silently vowed. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 5, 2007 8:42:40 GMT -5
"What do you mean Bridget wasn't in character?" Felicia asked. "Well, it was kind of strange. While Ridge was reciting his vows, he had eyes for no one but Brooke. And, yet, Bridget—well, how do I put this?" Kristen sighed. She hesitated out of an overabundance of caution fearful that what she was about to say would be misconstrued. However, Felicia was having none of it and wanted her to get to the point. "What? What about Bridget?" She all but screamed. "Will you please calm your little butt down?" Kristen laughed. "I swear, you're worse than Mother sometimes." "OOOOOH! Just spit it out." Felicia snapped. "Okay. Now, you know that Bridget has always adored Ridge, right?" "Um hmm." Felicia nodded. "Well, you would have thought that the way she was carrying on, Ridge was reciting his vows to HER instead of Brooke!" "Oh, stop lying!" Felicia gasped. "Sis, if I'm lying, I'm flying! Bridget had this wistful look on her face. At first, we all thought how charming it was since she's always dreamed that Brooke and Ridge would finally reunite. But, then she started to cry. It started with a few sniffles. Then she got louder and louder. It got to the point where it was embarrassing after a while. Plus, it was very distracting—like she was trying to draw attention to herself. When the minister asked Brooke if she took Ridge as her lawfully wedded husband, Bridget really started to show off then and was practically bawling. But, here's the weird part. When Brooke said, 'I don't,' and walked out, Bridget stopped all her wailing, and her tears instantly dried up." "Just like that?" A wide-eyed Felicia asked. "Just like that!" Kristen replied with a snap of her fingers. _______________
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Post by Horsey on Jul 5, 2007 13:33:18 GMT -5
I haven't responded before now. I'm LOVIN this story, MissJr. Excellent
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Post by MissJr on Jul 5, 2007 14:28:34 GMT -5
Minnie Pearl Baylor tearfully turned the pages of the album she put together ever since her beloved Barbara Jean died. Her husband, Roy Paul, did everything he could to comfort her after the Shannon Reed Show concluded. However, as so often happened, he gave up when it became clear that Minnie Pearl would not be comforted. The album contained photographs and other memorabilia of Barbara Jean's life, including her birth; the years between preschool through her high school graduation; her birthday parties to her prom; her wedding to her high school sweetheart (which ended in divorce); and the milestones in the lives of her small children. The album ended with her obituary. This last page never failed to make Minnie Pearl dissolve into tears. Barbara Jean had been her best friend and now thanks to the reckless actions of an embittered drunk driver, her child was gone. A devout Christian, she sought comfort in her Bible and in focusing her grief on helping others. With the help of her friends, family and congregation, she struggled through the stages of grief, ranging from denial, disbelief, intense pain and finally acceptance. However, with that acceptance there was no closure. In her deep faith, she firmly believed that she would see Barbara Jean again one day. However, until "that Great Gettin' Up Morning" came, she would cling to her grief like a badge of honor. Minnie Pearl initially took comfort in knowing that her daughter gave her life to help someone else. In addition, Barbara Jean received several posthumous awards and commendations for her heroic efforts. Her employer also ensured that Barbara Jean's children, whom her parents were now raising, were cared for financially through her pension benefits. The Baylors even received a heartfelt thank-you note from Sally Spectra. However, none of these things could soothe the ache in Minnie Pearl's heart. She just wanted her child back. While the pain lessened with each passing year, there were often reminders that nearly paralyzed her with grief. Minnie Pearl grabbed another tissue from the nearby box and wiped her eyes. She picked up a second album that she had methodically assembled. This particular album contained newspaper and magazine clippings about the accident, the minimal investigation, as well as the woman who it was believed had also perished that fateful day. As Minnie Pearl turned the pages, she struggled not to give in to the bitterness that often threatened to swallow her up. Macy Alexander Forrester's memorial service received substantial news coverage, while her Barbara Jean's home-going services were relegated to a small paragraph in the La Times' Metro section. In tribute, the radio stations replayed songs from Macy's albums for several weeks. Well, where were the songs for Barbara Jean? Minnie Pearl resentfully wondered. The Baylors gritted their teeth when the Biography Channel did a larger-than-life profile on Macy in which their own daughter was merely a footnote to Macy's much more storied life. What made this Macy's life so much more important? Why was no one interested in Barbara Jean's life story? While she was happy for Macy Alexander Forrester's family, it offended Minnie Pearl greatly that her own Barbara Jean had been forgotten in all the adulation and furor which greeted Macy's "return from the dead." The indignities seemingly increased now that Macy was alive. It took days for Roy Paul to calm his wife down because of Macy's refusal to even acknowledge, much less respond to her letters. There were a couple of times when she left their home in the San Fernando Valley and drove to downtown Los Angeles and sat for hours in her car outside of the Logan Designs studios, debating whether she should go in and confront Sally Spectra or Macy. At some point, she regained her senses and drove home more depressed than ever. Today had been the last straw. Minnie Pearl was outraged by Macy's performance on the Shannon Reed Show. Just outraged! And that's all it was, as far as Minnie Pearl was concerned—a performance. She saw absolutely nothing sincere in Macy's behavior and was doubly offended at the way she used religion to whip the audience up to support her. This caused Minnie Pearl to roll her eyes and murmur. How dare that woman sit there simpering, preening and whining as if she were a victim! And for her to actually admit on the air that she had been drinking that day! Not only that, but she all but admitted that her drinking may have been responsible for her actions that day. Minnie Pearl began to wonder how many drinks Macy actually had that day and if the other woman in the car could shed some light on what actually happened. What particularly galled Minnie Pearl was her belief that Macy had little remorse for her actions and that Macy's admission was more for her own benefit in an attempt to paint herself as some kind of martyr who had to struggle with her demons. What alcoholic didn't struggle? An unsympathetic Minnie Pearl wondered. It's as if the woman wants a medal or something. Minnie Pearl was beyond disgusted by the audience's applause and cheers and the way Macy played to the cameras. Minnie Pearl's swollen eyes began to flash in anger. While her pastor, family and friends often told her to just "let go and let God," this was one instance where she could no longer wait on Him or His justice. Not after today's spectacle! Minnie Pearl told herself. Yes, vengeance was, indeed, the Lord's but she was now going to do His work and bring the woman responsible for her beloved daughter's death to justice. Minnie Pearl resolutely stood and went into the den and turned on the Dell P.C. She adored Shannon Reed, but in this instance, she was wrong. Dead wrong! Minnie Pearl sat at the desk and began to draft a prototype of a letter, which she intended to send to the Shannon Reed Show, as well as to her local chapter of M.A.D.D., and various state lawmakers and newspapers. Dear Ms. Reed:
Is this America? Is this really the land of the free and the home of the brave? Is this really the land where justice is supposed to be applied equally to all regardless of race, creed, color or their station in life? Good start, Minnie Pearl Baylor nodded approvingly. She felt a momentary twinge of regret when she remembered a picture of Macy being tightly embraced by her tearful mother. However, the image only hammered home the fact that she could no longer embrace her own daughter. Minnie Pearl continued to peck away feeling as if a whole weight had been lifted from her shoulders. This wasn't about vengeance, she told herself. This was about getting justice for Barbara Jean!__________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 6, 2007 8:20:41 GMT -5
"Weird isn't even the word for it." Felicia commented, furrowing her brow. "You don't think—you don't think Bridget was jealous or anything, do you?" "You know, there was a time when I would have told you that you were crazy, now I'm not so sure." Kristen carefully responded. Mouth agape, Felicia gave Kristen a wild-eyed look of disbelief. "Oh, don't get me wrong," Kristen carefully explained. "Bridget's a great girl, and she's done wonders for Ridge and the kids after Taylor died. And, she seems to have recovered nicely from her mess with Deacon by dating guys closer to her own age. But, there's something not quite right there. I've sensed some kind of tension between her and Brooke for months now. Come to think of it, when Brooke ran out, Bridget seemed quite smug and had this phony air of innocence about her." "Smug? Phony air of innocence?" Felicia asked. "Like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth," Kristen replied dryly. "Plus, Bridget seems so secretive these days—almost sneaky." "Secretive and sneaky?" Felicia wondered. "Um hmm. Right after Ridge went upstairs, I looked across the room and Mother, Massimo and Bridget were all huddled together and were in the middle of a pretty intense discussion." "Massimo and Mother? And, Bridget? What do you think THAT was all about?" "I have no idea. Whatever was going on, I didn't like it. It was like they were in cahoots or something, and if I didn't know any better, I would almost swear that they knew exactly why Brooke ran out like that." Kristen responded. "Well, whatever it is, there's a saying that things done in the dark have a way of coming to light. And, speaking of which—Massimo. WHO is this clown anyway?" Felicia demanded. "Some old friend of Mother's." "Yeah, right. Old friend, my ass!" Felicia snorted. "Come on now, Felicia." Kristen cautioned her. However, she should have known that the always-blunt Felicia was not going to be restrained by any prudence or sense of decorum. "Come on now nothing! I'm sorry, but it's amazing how this 'old friend' of over 40 years just showed up in town a year ago and now he's like some kind of permanent fixture. And, when I learned that Mother actually moved in with him—like, what the heck was THAT about?" "I don't know. Every time I tried to talk to Mother about it, she would get pretty evasive. I tried to give this Massimo the benefit of the doubt, but I can't stand or trust him." "Well, I despise him especially after what he tried to do to Dad!" Felicia angrily asserted. "Our family hasn't been the same ever since that parasite came on the scene. And, speaking of Dad, do you know what's going on? He sounded really strange when I spoke to him." "I have no idea. Whatever it is, it's pretty serious—especially if he was able to get YOU to come out of hibernation!" Kristen laughed. "Thorne and I got the same message, and he's going to meet us over there later." "Any clue from Mother about what's going on?" "No; she wasn't even there. I'm assuming she stayed with Ridge—no doubt to lend him a shoulder to cry on and to do everything she can to make sure he doesn't go running after Brooke." "Well, I bet Mother and Dad had another falling out." Felicia said with certainty. "Now, what makes you think that?" Kristen laughingly wondered. Felicia could not help laughing herself. "She's not an easy one to live with, I know. I just hope whatever it is, it's nothing earth-shattering." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 6, 2007 8:25:28 GMT -5
Thorne soberly examined the legal documents spread across Eric's desk. The first document was a 27-page Post-Nuptial Agreement signed by his parents when they renewed their vows last month. Other documents included the original stock certificates, Partnership and Stockholders Agreements, which had been executed when Brooke gained controlling interest of Forrester Creations. Another set of documents included Eric's most recent Last Will & Testament, which contained a hand-written codicil dated yesterday. When exactly did his father find time to write it? He wondered. Thorne read the contents of the codicil and blinked several times. His eyes then met Eric's. "Dad—I don't understand. Does this say what I think it says?" Thorne asked in disbelief. "Yes," Eric nodded somberly. "But how—why—" Thorne sputtered. "Did you talk to Jonathan about this?" "Thorne, as of this morning, Jonathan has been discharged of his duties. He will no longer be representing the interests of Forrester Creations. Nor, will he be representing this family's interests any longer." Eric explained. He then showed Thorne a copy of the letter his new attorney, Sherman Douglas, sent to Jonathan earlier that morning. Thorne read the letter in stunned silence. "Good Lord," he muttered. "This is why you drew up this codicil?" "Yes, son. Ridge's actions hurt me deeply, and he betrayed this family to openly embrace a thug as his—" Eric stopped shortly. "As his what? What thug?" Thorne asked. "I don't want to say anything further right now—not until your sisters get here. At that time, I will reveal everything." "But, Ridge left Forrester Creations a year ago, and you and Mother just renewed your vows and seemed to be getting on so well. You wrote this codicil yesterday ... " "I wrote it last night. Believe me, Thorne, I did a lot of soul-searching and it was the hardest and most painful decision I've ever had to make. It was the only decision I COULD make." "And, there's nothing that Ridge or Mother can do or say to get you to change your mind?" Thorne asked, as a lump formed in his throat. "No," Eric sadly responded. "I have no choice but to disinherit both of them, and as soon as I meet with my new attorneys tomorrow, I will take all steps necessary to formally divest them of their interests in Forrester Creations." _______________
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Post by Horsey on Jul 6, 2007 15:02:27 GMT -5
woo hoo Eric grew a pair!!!!!
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Post by MissJr on Jul 6, 2007 15:28:48 GMT -5
I haven't responded before now. I'm LOVIN this story, MissJr. Excellent Thank you, Horsey! It's something I started a good while ago and I've been tweaking and re-editing each section as I go along. Some readers have also reminded me that I've been neglecting "poor Macy" so I decided to give her some "special treatment" also. I'm glad that you're loving it so far!
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Post by MissJr on Jul 6, 2007 16:25:33 GMT -5
"Nice try, fat boy," Deacon remarked. "You might play games with all these other people, but I can see beneath all the B.S." "I have no idea what you're talking about." Massimo gruffly replied. "Oh, you don't, huh? Your attempt to sic me on Brooke and Amber—smooth. I'll give you that; you're REAL smooth!" Deacon laughed. He stood and leaned across Massimo's desk until he was eye to eye with him. "Well, I'm NOT taking the bait." "Bait?" Massimo asked. He was highly amused and could not help admiring Deacon's chutzpah in spite of himself. "Yeah—bait." Deacon firmly answered. He straightened and proceeded to pace back and forth deep in thought. "You see, what's been messing with me all along is this heavy-handed, scorched earth approach you're taking with Brooke. It's like some kind of personal vendetta. The other thing I don't get is why you're so interested in Ridge and Brooke's relationship. Like, why is it any of your business?" Deacon shrewdly asked. "I could ask YOU the same thing," Massimo retorted. "WHY are my motives any of YOUR business?" "Even more interesting," Deacon continued, "is this 'special' relationship you have going with Satan's Hag." Deacon stopped pacing and focused his intense gaze on Massimo's face. Although the older man attempted to maintain a poker face, just as Deacon intended, Massimo's pursed lips and the drumming of his sausage-shaped fingers on the top of his desk, were dead giveaways that Deacon had hit his mark with his demonic moniker for Stephanie. "Get out—NOW!" Massimo demanded as he quickly stood. "I don't get it," Deacon wryly commented. "You probably have no shortage of women at your disposal, but you're fixated on this one." "How could you possibly understand given that your taste runs to trashy harlots?" Massimo sneered. "Stephanie is a lady." "Well, I'm not gonna get into any debates with you about whether or not the lady's a tramp. Seems to me her behavior speaks for itself. The way you and she teamed up to destroy Brooke and the way you've given Ridge a soft landing when he wasn't allowed to get his way at Forrester—well, something's definitely rotten in Denmark!" "I'm warning you, punk. Don't mess with me!" Massimo warned Deacon, as he rounded his desk and stood toe to toe with the younger man. "Hmmmm ... I wonder what poor Ridge would say if he knew that you paid me to come between him and Brooke? And about Tricia—" Deacon grinned. The color drained from Massimo's face at the mention of Tricia Quick's name. "Tricia?" He gulped. "If you're referring to that psychiatrist friend of Taylor's—" "Psychiatrist? A friend of Taylor's?" Deacon howled. "More like Tricia NEEDS a psychiatrist! That trick is no more a psychiatrist than MY uneducated ass is. As for her being a 'friend' of poor Taylor's—yeah, right! Come on, man. This is ol' Deacon you're talking to! Where was Tricia hiding in all the years that she supposedly knew Taylor? And why did she wait until her 'friend' died to reveal herself? More likely to make a play for her 'friend's' husband! Not only that, why did Tricia have all this hatred for Brooke—a woman she didn't even know? It was like somebody handed her the "Brooke Haters Manual for Dummies" or something. Ten guesses as to who THAT was." Deacon astutely noted. "I'm calling security!" Massimo hoarsely replied. He immediately pressed a tiny button on the side of his wristwitch. "I bet Ridge doesn't know about her connection to you, does he?" Deacon drawled. "There IS no connection!" Massimo roared. "Bullsh*t. Tricia told me all about it." Deacon grinned. "That's a bald-faced LIE!" " Is it? For real? How can you even be sure, Massimo? Do you really want to chance it?" Deacon demanded. Massimo stared at Deacon without responding. "You would be surprised the way some women run their mouths during pillow talk after they get some good lovin'. Man—the stories she told!" "WHAT?!" Massimo shouted. "You actually slept with—" "You accused me of crawling into the bed of any tramp with an itch, remember? Yeah, Massimo; I slept with Tricia." Deacon said quietly. "The question is why do YOU care? You see, you messed up my money by not paying me what I'm due. Now, it's gonna cost you double. So, I would suggest you give some serious thought as to how much you're willing to pay for my silence." Just then, the door of Massimo's office flew open. Two burly, well-dressed security guards hurried into Massimo's office. "Okay—let's go!" Yelled one, with a florid complexion and no neck. The other security guard grabbed Deacon by the arm. "Get him OUT of here!" Massimo ordered. Deacon struggled to free himself from the guard's tight grip. "Back the hell up OFF me!" He yelled, elbowing the guard in the gut. However, the other guard grabbed Deacon and propelled him toward the door. "Call your boys off, Massimo, or I swear the moment Ridge and Brooke get back from their honeymoon—" "Want us to take care of him NOW, boss?" The florid-complexioned security yelled. "Let him go!" A fuming Massimo snapped. The two guards complied and released Deacon. Deacon grinned cheekily and straightened his wrinkled clothes. "I thought you would see things my way." He gloated as he brushed imaginary lint from his black jacket. "You just think about what I said." Deacon said, as he walked toward the door. However, as he was about to exit, he quickly turned around and he glanced at Massimo's right hand. "By the way—nice ring," he noted. "Strange … I could have sworn I saw that ring somewhere else. I can't remember now, but it'll come back to me real soon." _______________
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Post by karen3012 on Jul 6, 2007 16:40:50 GMT -5
Brooke, you go girl! I love your story and your characters Miss Jr. And somehow I am totally confident that Brooke and Eric will keep the backbone they just grew. LOL at Jason shaving Nick's beard off. That was exactly what I had hoped for when he agreed to have his beard trimmed. ;D And thank you for continuing the story on Macy. I am really curious what will happen to her. There used to be a time when I really liked Macy and loved her and Thorne together. But as usual Bell managed to ruin that character and in the end I totally despised her and didn't feel sorry at all when she really died. When I think about it there was a time when I used to watch the show for several characters aside from Brooke, but not anymore. So thanks again for giving us a wonderful story with many interesting characters.
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Post by newestconvert on Jul 8, 2007 20:09:41 GMT -5
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Post by MissJr on Jul 9, 2007 8:54:54 GMT -5
Brooke, you go girl! I love your story and your characters Miss Jr. And somehow I am totally confident that Brooke and Eric will keep the backbone they just grew. LOL at Jason shaving Nick's beard off. That was exactly what I had hoped for when he agreed to have his beard trimmed. ;D And thank you for continuing the story on Macy. I am really curious what will happen to her. There used to be a time when I really liked Macy and loved her and Thorne together. But as usual Bell managed to ruin that character and in the end I totally despised her and didn't feel sorry at all when she really died. When I think about it there was a time when I used to watch the show for several characters aside from Brooke, but not anymore. So thanks again for giving us a wonderful story with many interesting characters. Good morning, karen3012, and thank you! It will be a real struggle for both, but I'm also hoping that Brooke and Eric don't become squids again and will follow through. At this point, they really have no choice. The very survival of their families depends on it. Poor Nick--LOL! He was practically wedded to that beard and it will take him some time to get used to not having it anymore. You also touched on something that confirms why B&B was so successful in its early years. Even though the show was a half-hour one, Bill Bell managed to have several interesting storylines going at once. Undoubtedly, I could watch Brooke everyday but Bradley's focus on just four characters, who interchanged partners, in the last two years is one of the major complaints that viewers have had. It's criminal that he responded to fan pressure and kept a talented actress like LK around only to have virtually nothing for her to do. The Spectra clan has been dessimated and it's outrageous that Sally's fate has yet to be addressed onscreen. Macy and Thorne had a good story to tell on their own and Brooke should have never been dragged into their relationship no matter what WH requested. Thank you again for reading and for your comments!
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Post by MissJr on Jul 9, 2007 8:56:27 GMT -5
This is great MissJR!. I just got back from a little vacation (HA! not!!) and got caught up in your story. Lovin the Minnie Pearl part... Great job! and Thank you! You're very welcome, newestconvert! I'm afraid poor Minnie Pearl is just getting started. It's about time she used her grief to motivate her. Hopefully, someone in a position to do something about it will actually listen to her.
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Post by MissJr on Jul 9, 2007 9:02:17 GMT -5
A newly refreshed Stephanie descended the staircase and frowned. The house was strangely quiet—a little too quiet. There was a time when she would have been graciously and lovingly greeted by Taylor, who would have seen to her every comfort. Her grandchildren—her three little miracles—would have clamored for her attention. She and Taylor would have had one of their little chats about their least favorite subject—Brooke. This house hasn't been the same since Taylor died, she thought mournfully. Stephanie made her way to the Great Room, which still held the remnants of yesterday's wedding fiasco. Despite her better judgment, Stephanie entered the Great Room and looked around. She frowned and took in the "wreckage." Fifty empty chairs with white slipcovers, separated into two rows, sat idle. A white satin runner scattered with lavender and pink rose petals ran down the center aisle leading to a beautifully decorated altar. Although the caterers had removed the food stations and bar, the floral arrangements remained. Stephanie walked over to one of the marble columns, still decorated with green garlands and apple blossoms. "Pffffft!" She sniffed in disdain, touching the festooned greenery. Obviously, Ridge couldn't be bothered to see to little details such as contacting the florist and having him retrieve this mess. "Too busy chasing after that worthless slut." Stephanie scoffed. Stephanie spied two white baskets of pink and lavender rose petals, which had been abandoned by the twins. She walked to the front of the altar where Brooke's bridal bouquet had been tossed. Stephanie stooped down and picked up the bouquet of fragrant, fresh-cut lilies tied with a wide silver gossamer bow. She sniffed the lilies and smiled. Despite the fallout, yesterday couldn't have gone any better than if she had planned it herself. She didn't care what Ridge said. There was no way Brooke was coming back to this house to live. The sooner he faced that reality, the better off they would all be. Meanwhile, she would take care of calling the event planners and getting rid of all of this wedding junk. But, first things first."These flowers are going to be the FIRST thing to go, and, I know just where to put them," Stephanie said with a malevolent gleam in her eye. _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 9, 2007 9:07:04 GMT -5
"Mr. Forrester, if you would follow me—" the hotel manager suggested. "I'm not going ANYWHERE!" A belligerent Ridge shouted. "Do you know who I am? My family—and our company—has done a lot of business with this hotel." "I understand how you feel, Mr. Forrester, and we're sorry for the mix-up." The manager fretted. "You should be." Ridge replied shortly. Exasperated by Ridge's obstinacy, the manager nearly threw his hands up. "Rest assured, Mr. Forrester, we are programming a suite key for you as we speak. As soon as it's ready, the concierge will give it to you." "That suite costs close to a thousand dollars a night. I intend to tell EVERYONE I know about the unprofessionalism of the staff at this—this hostel." Ridge threatened. "Hostel?" The manager gasped, offended at Ridge's dismissing the 5-star oasis of elegance as a mere inn. "Now, wait a minute, Mr. Forrester—" "Hostel, hotel, inn, boarding house, Motel 6, resort—I don't give a damn. All I know is that I've been inconvenienced and humiliated! Now, I want to know what you and this 'hostel' are willing to do to compensate me for my pain and suffering." "Pain and suffering?!" The aggrieved manager yelped. "Yes—pain and suffering. My wife is somewhere in this hotel and you people have conspired with someone very powerful to keep her from me." Ridge said in an accusatory tone that caused the manager to wonder if Ridge had taken total leave of his senses. "Mr. Forrester, do you honestly believe that there's a conspiracy to keep your wife from you? Sir, maybe you should sit down. Perhaps a cool drink—" "I don't WANT any drink! I don't want to sit down! I want my wife! Now, WHERE is she?" Ridge bellowed. As the manager glanced at Ridge's face and zeroed in on his black eye, a shocking thought occurred to him. "Mr. Forrester, uh—we try not to interfere in domestic disputes. Is it possible that your, um, wife is, um, avoiding you?" _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 9, 2007 14:25:27 GMT -5
Nick's still-damp body glistened, as he waited for it to air-dry. A towel wrapped around his slender waist, he opened his small closet and peered inside. Although his mother despaired of him ever finding a "decent" place to live, his houseboat, the Shady Marlin, suited him just fine. It was perfect for a man such as himself, who stayed in no one place too long. Given that he was often away at sea, it made little sense for him to pay rent for an apartment that would remain vacant for long stretches of time. Consequently, nor did he want or need a wife for the reasons that other men did. What would be the point? He often asked himself. Despite what his mother and others may have believed, he, in fact, had a workable wardrobe of casual blazers and slacks, dress trousers and matching jackets, shirts, sweaters and shoes. Nick frowned as he silently debated what clothing to choose for his outing later that afternoon. He could have strangled his mother for roping him into going to this High Tea thing with her! If it weren't for that, he would have never felt compelled to get a haircut and Jason—whom he was now convinced HAD to be blind—would have never shaved off his beard. Nick ultimately narrowed down his choices to an ivory silk/cotton blend crewneck sweater with a distinctive ribbed texture and ottoman stitching. Groaning, he selected a tan softly structured silk twill blazer and matching slacks—upscale coordinates that were elegant, and yet comfortable. "This is so NOT me!" Nick grumbled. A dark brown leather dress belt and a pair of brown leather slip-on Kenneth Cole loafers completed his look. Nick looked in the mirror and scowled. He would have just as soon as gone to Morton's and dined on its best prime rib, followed by a glass of its finest port and a good cigar—not some sissified cucumber sandwiches decorated with leaves.He could just picture his mother's face when he picked her up. "Ohhhh, Nicky," she would undoubtedly sigh. Well, she had better not get used to it, Nick thought. For what had to be the thousandth time, Nick again questioned his "lunacy." There weren't likely to be anything there but old ladies, snooty socialites and their pretentious, man-hungry debutante daughters. Well, he knew one thing. His mother had better not even THINK about trying to fix him up with one of them! Nick shuddered in distaste. Frankly, he preferred women who were approachable, more real and less perfect—someone like Brooke Logan."WHOA! Now where did THAT come from?" Nick frowned. _______________
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Post by karen3012 on Jul 9, 2007 16:40:01 GMT -5
Oh my, Miss Jr. I LOVE your Nick. Although a cold front has been plaguing us for weeks now it is getting distinctly in here!
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Post by Horsey on Jul 9, 2007 17:01:24 GMT -5
Hot!?! My screen steamed up! Fabulous MissJr.....I can't wait for high tea!
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Post by newestconvert on Jul 9, 2007 17:17:09 GMT -5
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Post by MissJr on Jul 10, 2007 8:30:21 GMT -5
Okay, ladies! I have a confession to make of sorts. After reading your comments, I went back and re-read what I wrote. I spent a considerable amount of time describing Nick's attire in detail, from the towel he wore to the clothing he picked. However, I failed to answer one crucial question: Yikes! So rather than doing an edit of that section, I've decided to let you use your rather vivid imaginations to answer that particular question! In all honesty, it's highly possible that Nick wears neither!
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Post by MissJr on Jul 10, 2007 10:36:34 GMT -5
"I'm sick of this!" Brooke stated, her hazel eyes flashing angrily. "What?" "How long, Katie? How long do I have to go on paying, and paying and paying?" She sobbed. Katie rushed to her sister's side. "Brooke, what's wrong?" She asked worriedly. "I know that I said I wouldn't do this, but I just—I just can't stop thinking about the night Deacon told Ridge about Hope. Do you think it's true—that I'll never be good enough?" Brooke asked in a small voice. "Oh, honey! Good enough for who? For RIDGE? HAH!" Katie snorted. "Brooke, not only are you good enough for Ridge, you're better than him." Katie insisted. "Oh, no!" Brooke laughed mirthlessly. "You misunderstood me. This isn't even about being good enough for Ridge. Katie, I just wonder if after everything I've done if I'll ever be good enough for ANY man!" "Brooke, you ought to be ashamed to let something like that come out of your mouth." Katie scolded her. "Please don't let Stephanie, Ridge, or even Deacon for that matter, convince you of that. What made you think about that night anyway?" "Do you really want to know?" Brooke asked in a small voice. Katie nodded. "Well, I'm embarrassed to admit that I was thinking about Nick—Captain Payne." Brooke explained as she bit her bottom lip. "Oh, really?" Katie asked in amusement. "DO tell!" "Oh, stop it. It's not like that. I mean, well, he's someone who really doesn't know much about me, and given what he's already seen, I can't help but wonder if he already has some preconceived notions about my morals." "Why? Just because he saw you in your slip? Brooke, remember that you had every reason to believe that you were talking to your fiancé. You had no way of knowing that this Captain Payne was sitting at Ridge's desk." "I know. I've already made up my mind that I'm not going to let any man use Hope's paternity to drag me down or to control my personal life. I just can't help but wonder though if a man like that wouldn't be disgusted with me if he knew the truth. I'll just never live it down, and I'm so tired of having to explain or to prove myself all over again!" "Then don't." Katie said firmly. "What?" Brooke squinted. "You said it earlier. The ONLY other person who needs to know about Hope's paternity is Rick. Other than that, it's no one else's business." _______________
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Post by MissJr on Jul 10, 2007 10:46:58 GMT -5
Massimo opened his specially configured laptop, which had a custom-designed operating system and special codes. If the laptop was ever stolen or if the password was entered incorrectly twice, the laptop was designed to self-destruct rendering it useless to any potential thief or hacker. After typing in his password, Massimo searched his encrypted files until he found what he needed. He smiled grimly as he thought about what he needed to do next. After all, a man in his position could ill afford to leave any loose ends untied particularly loose ends that incriminated him. Massimo pressed a tiny button under the right hand side of his massive desk. A hidden drawer protruded from the desk. Inside the drawer was a small red phone housed under a glass dome. No one other than Massimo had access to this particular phone, which had been specifically programmed for his own nefarious purposes. Massimo carefully removed the glass dome and placed it on his desk. When he picked up the receiver, he was instantly connected to another party. Obsessed with secrecy, Massimo took every precaution imaginable to ensure that calls from this phone were not able to be traced. He also took precautions to hide the identities of the members of the illicit international cartel, which he headed. To that end, both Massimo and the other person's voices were digitally altered as they spoke into their respective receivers. "I need someone eliminated," Massimo began without preamble. "A woman named Tricia Quick. You should be able to locate her in New York City." Massimo said. He listened briefly to the other party's queries. "Do you have any information on her that I can use now? A description?" "As a matter of fact I do. I'm transmitting you a dossier on her as we speak." Massimo muttered darkly as he pressed a few buttons on his laptop. "I also need you to research some of the most potent poisons known to mankind—something traceless." "I'm looking at your email now." The other party confirmed. "Lovely lady. I would imagine a woman this beautiful would die—no pun intended—if she were disfigured first. I'm thinking of something that could be introduced into her bloodstream through her food. Actually, it might be better if the poison was introduced sexually." " Really?" Massimo asked with avid interest. "I won't go into details, but let's just say that your subject has some rather interesting habits that should make detection virtually non-existent. I'm thinking of something potent mixed with small doses of dioxin. The question is whether you want her to die instantly or to linger on in pain before she ultimately dies." "I'm not sure yet if I want her to suffer the agonies of the damned or if I want her to die a quick and painless death. But, it MUST look like she died of natural causes." "I see that she has a mother and some distant relatives." The other party observed. "Well, we don't need any questions from pesky family members. Is this going to be a problem?" Massimo asked. "No. We'll already have emergency and hospital personnel on standby at the hospital where she will more than likely be transported. They'll take care of the death certificate. We'll also make arrangements with a mortuary so they can pick up the body and have it cremated as soon as possible." "Good," a relieved Massimo said. "When you find her and have the poison ready, contact me immediately. I'll take care of the rest." "Consider it as good as done, Phoenix!" _______________
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