MissJr
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Brooke IS the Bold & the Beautiful!
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Post by MissJr on Oct 29, 2009 11:19:09 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Tricia, all these incidents, though frightening, were mere coincidences. The vagrant who nearly shoved her into the path of a subway train was a drunk and had not specifically singled her out. She just happened to be in his way. When Tricia was almost run down by that car, by her own admission, she had been quite distracted because she had been talking on her cell phone and reading the paper at the same time. If Tricia felt that she was being watched last night, she was not far off the mark in her assessment. She was, in fact, being watched by a group of women who openly admired her black satin Oscar de la Renta ball gown, which she had purchased on consignment. Unfortunately for Tricia, she had no way of knowing that an elaborate and rather sophisticated plot had been hatched for her demise. The order had been given by a man who was the head of a shadowy organization, whose minions referred to him as “the Phoenix.” His reach was long, and he would not be satisfied until Tricia was eliminated in the most painful way imaginable. His operatives had already been dispatched to New York to carry out his orders. Tricia had no way of knowing these things. Nor did Tricia know that her would-be assassin would come to her with a smile and bearing gifts. _______________ Without warning, Massimo sharply rapped on the powder room door twice before he angrily flung it open. The sight that greeted him caused him to curl his lip in disgust. Ridge was laid out in the middle of the floor and flailed about like a child in the middle of a tantrum.Ridge did not even bother to look up. All he knew was that his trust has been violated and now he was being subjected to yet more indignities. “I told you people to leave me the hell alone!” He screamed.“Shut up that sniveling!” Massimo barked angrily. “Shut up, I said! Otherwise, I’ll be forced to knock your teeth down your throat!” Massimo warned in a tone that left Ridge with little doubt that the older man would follow through with his threats. He had already had his face slapped by Eric. Suitably cowed, Ridge quieted down. Yet, he again wondered what he had done that was so terrible that the fates would turn on him this way. Satisfied that he finally had Ridge’s attention, Massimo demanded, “Now, do you mind telling me what all this foolishness is about?” Ridge glared at Massimo before bleating, “It’s the women! They are treacherous, deceitful, double-dealing—” “Ridge!” Massimo yelled impatiently. “Is it too much to ask that you give me an answer that is coherent and concise?” “You want coherent and concise? Fine.” A resentful Ridge spat. “Here!” He grabbed the offending magazine and handed it to Massimo. Having already seen the magazine previously, Massimo was not impressed. Nor, was he particularly amused that they were running late because his son could not handle the sight of Brooke in another man’s arms. “I sincerely hope you are kidding,” Massimo contemptuously sneered. “This? This is why you’re holed up here in the powder room, bawling like a baby and rolling around on the floor like a damn fool?!” “You don’t understand!” A frustrated Ridge began to whimper. “No, I don’t understand. I told you that I would be here promptly at 8:00. I expected to find you ready to go. Instead, this is what I find—a grown man carrying on like a big baby! Brooke no longer wants you. Big deal!”“WOW!” A thunderstruck Ridge exclaimed. “Man, that sure is cold!” Whoa! Where do I even start?The part about Tricia is a literal nail-biter. No matter what I thought of the character, she does not deserve to live in fear just because Massimo is a thug. Killing her is one thing, but making her death as painful as possible is just cruel and evil. Just what did she ever do to him? I hope someone saves her in time.
And Ridge is hilarious! He is such a baby, having a meltdown over Brooke. Massimo needs to make good on his threat and knock his teeth down his throat. I have been waiting for the loser to step on it at the board meeting, but until that scene plays out, I am savoring his blubbering.Poor Tricia. Miss Girl is in a world of trouble and doesn't even realize it. She probably would have been okay just being out of Massimo's orbit. But, her blabbing to Deacon about Massimo siccing her on Ridge has all but sealed her fate. When I read about the pouting Ridge was doing onscreen, I had to laugh! Does this guy ever do anything else by screw, growl, whine or make other people miserable? He's lucky that Massimo is still on his side, otherwise the old man would have made good on his threat.
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Post by lalogan on Oct 29, 2009 20:38:37 GMT -5
Hee! FatAssimo reminds me of Vito Corleone, bawling out his godson Johnny Fontaine, who's sniveling because a mean ol' producer won't let him have a role in a movie that would be perfect for him. Johnny's whining, "What can I do?" and Vito roars, "You can act like a man! What's the matter with you?!" Then he mocks Johnny's whining. Tom Hagen is in the room, and he can barely restrain himself from cracking up.
Yes, Vito was a mafia don and had committed who knew how many crimes, but his disgust with Johnny was entirely understandable....just like FatAssimo's disgust with his stupid, weak son, Widge.
Here the wimp is, whining and throwing a tantrum over a woman who dumped him, deciding to move on. BIG DEAL, indeed. I doubt FatAssimo knows, or cares, what the root behind Widge's "devastation" is: not that his heart is broken because the woman he loved dumped him, but because his Brooke-toy is no longer his to play with, and he hates losing what he considers "his" -- love has nothing to do with it. All FatAssimo knows is that he's nearing the end of the supply of slack he's cut for Widge so far.
Of course, he won't get pissy at his precious Fang for playing HER stupid little games with Widge. Seems like no matter what SHE does, he's still ready to kiss her feet. So FatAssimo is all, "Get over it!" to Widge, but at the same time, Fang has him completely p-whipped.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Nov 17, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -5
Bridget was somewhat surprised when the LCD screen on her cell phone lit up: “MOM.” Her stomach fluttered nervously. While she was filled with trepidation, she was also excited at the prospect of clearing the air with her mother once and for all. After all, wasn’t that the purpose of her visit yesterday? “H’lo?” Bridget answered hesitantly. Brooke, who was also somewhat tentative, responded, “Hello, Bridget.” Sitting at her desk with a tall soy chai latte from Starbucks, along with a reduced fat turkey bacon and egg sandwich, she breathed a sigh of relief. Brooke could not help remembering how she “blessed” Bridget out in their last conversation and was unsure of the reception she would actually receive. Well, at least Bridget hadn’t hung up on her, she thought. “Mom? I—I don’t know what to say,” a tongue-tied Bridget said. “I mean, how are you doing? What’s going on?” “You don’t have to say anything,” Brooke replied. “I just wanted to check up on you to make sure that you were okay. Oh, and in answer to your question, I’m actually doing okay.” “Mom, I—there’s so much I want to say to you!” Bridget dramatically announced. “Bridget—” “Mom, we really need to talk about Ridge,” Bridget softly said, coloring with embarrassment. “He—you were r—” Always compassionate, Brooke cut Bridget off immediately, as she could not bear to hear her daughter’s humiliation. “You don’t have to say another word,” Brooke said. “Sweetie, I think I know what you’re about to say and it’s really not necessary.” On the verge of tears by now, Bridget blurted, “He hurt me, Mom! He really hurt me!” Brooke closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip. Oh, God, how she wished she could have spared her child this pain! Although she had warned Bridget that she was headed for a huge fall, Brooke took no pleasure in reveling in Bridget’s pain. “Bridget, let’s not talk about Ridge right now. Maybe we can—are you working today? I thought maybe we could have lunch—just the two of us. Or, if you would like, we can have your father join us,” Brooke pointedly said. When Brooke mentioned Eric, Bridget became uncomfortable. “Mom, as a matter of fact, I am working today but I’m booked solid.” “Well, you have to take a break for lunch, don’t you?” Brooke probed gently. “Yes, but today isn’t a good day. I didn’t go to work yesterday, and Dr. Singh has me pulling a double shift today. Plus, I have these prearranged appointments during my lunch break that I just can’t get out of so there’s no telling when I’ll be available.” Bridget explained. “I see,” an obviously disappointed Brooke responded. “Dad knows the truth, doesn’t he?” Bridget asked haltingly. “He does,” Brooke confirmed. “In fact, he knows everything, including what happened between you and Ridge. However, he doesn’t blame you, Bridget.” Overcome with an all-too-rare sense of shame, Bridget sighed. “I’m not ready to face him yet,” she said. “You can’t hide from him forever, Bridget. The truth is out there in all its ugly glory. Your father has had to face some very harsh truths himself in the last 48 hours. He’s really hurting right now, but you know what? He is actually more concerned about you.” Brooke said. “I’m just not ready!” Bridget insisted. “Okay…okay. I won’t push it then. But, you can’t shut him out forever, honey,” Brooke told Bridget. “I know,” Bridget replied miserably. “I am curious about something though. Why did you come by the house yesterday?” The question surprised Bridget and she wondered if she could fudge the truth just a little. “I wanted to see you—to talk to you.” “And, yet when I got home, you were long gone. Imagine my surprise especially when I didn’t even hear from you.” Brooke noted. "Why didn't you call me?" Bridget’s defenses immediately rose to the fore. Was she being accused of something? "Well, I got busy and didn’t have a chance to call,” she claimed. “I see,” a skeptical Brooke commented. "Is it possible that you didn’t want me to know about your and Amber’s fight?” “Amber!” Bridget spat the name as if it was something poisonous on her tongue. “Is that what she told you? Unbelievable. I suppose she told you that I started it, didn’t she!” Brooke raised an eyebrow at Bridget’s show of temper. “In all honesty, I don’t care who started it or how it started. What really concerns me is that the two of you had so little self-control that you would fight in front of Little Eric,” Brooke asserted. Bridget’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, wow! So, that’s it then. That’s the real reason for your call! You weren’t concerned about me. Instead, you would rather try to make me feel guilty because I can’t see Dad. Then to add insult to injury, you would actually defend that piece of trash opportunist that Rick married. That you would defend her to me is particularly insulting especially after every lowdown, scandalous thing she’s done!” Bridget yelled accusingly. Brooke could scarcely believe her ears. How in the hell did her daughter turn on a dime so quickly? “You know, Bridget, I realize that you hate Amber but your comments aren’t very constructive right now.” “Not constructive?” Bridget sneered. “She’s a con artist who used a brat she stole to insinuate herself into our family! There’s a reason she earned the nickname, SCAMBER!” Bridget yelled. She was beyond caring who heard her. Brooke felt her own temper rising and retorted, “You heard absolutely nothing I said about how inappropriate it was for the two of you to fight in front of a toddler, did you? Or, maybe in all of your ranting that somehow escaped your notice?” “No, it didn’t escape me,” Bridget tartly responded. “I don’t even know how we even got on this subject in the first place.” By now, she was thoroughly put out because this was the second time her mother raised her voice to her. Now it appeared that her mother and Amber had formed a bond—a bond that effectively shut her out. “This subject was raised because I was trying to ascertain why you didn’t make me aware that you stopped by yesterday,” Brooke replied. She quickly reached into her drawer and retrieved a small device, which she repeatedly squeezed to relieve stress. For the second time in as many days, she was grateful that her daughter was not in front of her. Otherwise, she would not be responsible, Brooke told herself. “What is with the accusations?” Bridget angrily asked. “Boy, Mom; some stupid tramp tells you a story about me and you’re so quick to believe it, aren’t you? Meanwhile, your little golden girl, Amber, is nothing but a conniving slut! But, I guess that’s what you two bonded over, isn’t it? How nice that you and Amber have so much in common!” Bridget spitefully snapped. Brooke quickly stood up. She saw red and she hurled the stress-relief device on her desk. Where she would have normally been more circumspect in her response, she decided she had had enough of Bridget’s hypocrisy. “You know, Bridget, I may be all the things you say and then some, but the difference between you and me is that I at least own my sh*t! It’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you and your ilk,” Brooke contemptuously said. All Bridget could do was gape and sputter unintelligibly. “My—me and my ilk?” “Yes—Bridget. Your kind will never miss an opportunity to take cheap shots at someone for wronging you; meanwhile, your own stuff is raggedy!" Brooke snarled. "Now, let me explain things to you slowly so that you don’t miss anything. I made it very clear previously that I will not tolerate your crap any longer. Obviously, I didn’t make myself clear, or you simply forgot or don’t believe it. Now until you can stand to have it constantly thrown up in your face that you and Ridge were fated to be lovers, then I would strongly suggest you check yourself and try looking in the mirror a little more often. As it is, you can’t even face your father now that he knows the truth!” “That’s not fair!” A shocked Bridget wailed. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it? I love you, Bridget; you are my heart. But as I told you before, I won’t tolerate your nonsense any longer. Consider this your second warning. If it happens a third time, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.” Brooke promised. “I’ll tell Dad!” Bridget threatened. “You do that,” Brooke sweetly replied. “At least, you’ll manage to spare him 5 minutes of your time.” _______________
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Post by MontanaLindy on Nov 17, 2009 17:59:54 GMT -5
Bravo, MissJR! Just caught up! OMG... what I wouldn't give to have ever heard Brooke ONCE call Bridget on her hypocritical stink! ;D BBell needs to take a lesson from you....seriously! Thanks again for sharing!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 18, 2009 2:44:56 GMT -5
“Mom, I—there’s so much I want to say to you!” Bridget dramatically announced.“Bridget—” “Mom, we really need to talk about Ridge,” Bridget softly said, coloring with embarrassment. “He—you were r—” Always compassionate, Brooke cut Bridget off immediately, as she could not bear to hear her daughter’s humiliation. “You don’t have to say another word,” Brooke said. “Sweetie, I think I know what you’re about to say and it’s really not necessary.” On the verge of tears by now, Bridget blurted, “He hurt me, Mom! He really hurt me!”When Brooke mentioned Eric, Bridget became uncomfortable. “Mom, as a matter of fact, I am working today but I’m booked solid.” “Well, you have to take a break for lunch, don’t you?” Brooke probed gently. “Yes, but today isn’t a good day. I didn’t go to work yesterday, and Dr. Singh has me pulling a double shift today. Plus, I have these prearranged appointments during my lunch break that I just can’t get out of so there’s no telling when I’ll be available.” Bridget explained. “I see,” an obviously disappointed Brooke responded. “Dad knows the truth, doesn’t he?” Bridget asked haltingly. “He does,” Brooke confirmed. “In fact, he knows everything, including what happened between you and Ridge. However, he doesn’t blame you, Bridget.” Overcome with an all-too-rare sense of shame, Bridget sighed. “I’m not ready to face him yet,” she said. “You can’t hide from him forever, Bridget. The truth is out there in all its ugly glory. Your father has had to face some very harsh truths himself in the last 48 hours. He’s really hurting right now, but you know what? He is actually more concerned about you.” Brooke said. “I’m just not ready!” Bridget insisted. “Okay…okay. I won’t push it then. But, you can’t shut him out forever, honey,” Brooke told Bridget. “I know,” Bridget replied miserably. “I am curious about something though. Why did you come by the house yesterday?” The question surprised Bridget and she wondered if she could fudge the truth just a little. “I wanted to see you—to talk to you.” “And, yet when I got home, you were long gone. Imagine my surprise especially when I didn’t even hear from you.” Brooke noted. "Why didn't you call me?" Bridget’s defenses immediately rose to the fore. Was she being accused of something? "Well, I got busy and didn’t have a chance to call,” she claimed. “I see,” a skeptical Brooke commented. "Is it possible that you didn’t want me to know about your and Amber’s fight?” “Amber!” Bridget spat the name as if it was something poisonous on her tongue. “Is that what she told you? Unbelievable. I suppose she told you that I started it, didn’t she!” Brooke raised an eyebrow at Bridget’s show of temper. “In all honesty, I don’t care who started it or how it started. What really concerns me is that the two of you had so little self-control that you would fight in front of Little Eric,” Brooke asserted. Bridget’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, wow! So, that’s it then. That’s the real reason for your call! You weren’t concerned about me. Instead, you would rather try to make me feel guilty because I can’t see Dad. Then to add insult to injury, you would actually defend that piece of trash opportunist that Rick married. That you would defend her to me is particularly insulting especially after every lowdown, scandalous thing she’s done!” Bridget yelled accusingly. Brooke could scarcely believe her ears. How in the hell did her daughter turn on a dime so quickly? “You know, Bridget, I realize that you hate Amber but your comments aren’t very constructive right now.” “Not constructive?” Bridget sneered. “She’s a con artist who used a brat she stole to insinuate herself into our family! There’s a reason she earned the nickname, SCAMBER!” Bridget yelled. She was beyond caring who heard her. Brooke felt her own temper rising and retorted, “You heard absolutely nothing I said about how inappropriate it was for the two of you to fight in front of a toddler, did you? Or, maybe in all of your ranting that somehow escaped your notice?” “No, it didn’t escape me,” Bridget tartly responded. “I don’t even know how we even got on this subject in the first place.” By now, she was thoroughly put out because this was the second time her mother raised her voice to her. Now it appeared that her mother and Amber had formed a bond—a bond that effectively shut her out.“This subject was raised because I was trying to ascertain why you didn’t make me aware that you stopped by yesterday,” Brooke replied. She quickly reached into her drawer and retrieved a small device, which she repeatedly squeezed to relieve stress. For the second time in as many days, she was grateful that her daughter was not in front of her. Otherwise, she would not be responsible, Brooke told herself. “What is with the accusations?” Bridget angrily asked. “Boy, Mom; some stupid tramp tells you a story about me and you’re so quick to believe it, aren’t you? Meanwhile, your little golden girl, Amber, is nothing but a conniving slut! But, I guess that’s what you two bonded over, isn’t it? How nice that you and Amber have so much in common!” Bridget spitefully snapped.Brooke quickly stood up. She saw red and she hurled the stress-relief device on her desk. Where she would have normally been more circumspect in her response, she decided she had had enough of Bridget’s hypocrisy. “You know, Bridget, I may be all the things you say and then some, but the difference between you and me is that I at least own my sh*t! It’s a hell of a lot more than I can say for you and your ilk,” Brooke contemptuously said. All Bridget could do was gape and sputter unintelligibly. “My—me and my ilk?” “Yes—Bridget. Your kind will never miss an opportunity to take cheap shots at someone for wronging you; meanwhile, your own stuff is raggedy!" Brooke snarled. "Now, let me explain things to you slowly so that you don’t miss anything. I made it very clear previously that I will not tolerate your crap any longer. Obviously, I didn’t make myself clear, or you simply forgot or don’t believe it. Now until you can stand to have it constantly thrown up in your face that you and Ridge were fated to be lovers, then I would strongly suggest you check yourself and try looking in the mirror a little more often. As it is, you can’t even face your father now that he knows the truth!” “That’s not fair!” A shocked Bridget wailed. “The truth hurts, doesn’t it? I love you, Bridget; you are my heart. But as I told you before, I won’t tolerate your nonsense any longer. Consider this your second warning. If it happens a third time, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.” Brooke promised. “I’ll tell Dad!” Bridget threatened.“You do that,” Brooke sweetly replied. “At least, you’ll manage to spare him 5 minutes of your time.” _______________ LOL! I just love how predictable BooHoo is. She wastes no time in turning on the waterworks and how Ridge hurt her. Then when Brooke tells her that it was not appropriate that she lost it in front of a toddler, those claws come out. Brooke was not siding with Amber, but BooHoo is such a jealous harpy that she assumes this is the case.
I just loved this line:
"Meanwhile, your little golden girl, Amber, is nothing but a conniving slut! But, I guess that’s what you two bonded over, isn’t it? How nice that you and Amber have so much in common!”
All I can say is, Brooke has the patience of a saint for not canceling her appointments and making tracks to slap the piss out of her stupid daughter. Veda from Mildred Pierce has nothing on Serpent Tooth Barbie. It is times like this that I wish Brooke had a BFF like Ida in that movie, she would have an earful to say about BooHoo.
Words cannot properly express how much I loathe Bridget in this story. She is as nasty as she knows how to be to her mother, and when Brooke calls her on her nonsense, she acts like some wronged party. First it was, "You're punishing me because Ridge wants me and not you," now it's "Amber is a stupid slut and you're taking her side against mine." And don't you love how she threatens to tell Eric? What a brat! I wonder how long it will be before she whines to Hag.
BTW, great installment.
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Post by lalogan on Nov 19, 2009 23:50:18 GMT -5
LOL! Serpent Tooth Barbie! Good one, Gio.
Thanks for the newest chapter, MissJr. I found Brooke's compassion for her silly, self-absorbed daughter quite moving and genuine...she knows very well what it is like to be hurt, REALLY hurt, by Ugly N. Stupid.
Of course, Ugly didn't deliver Brooke or raise her as his daughter for her formative years, so Pigget's inability, or refusal, to see that her and Ugly's sick, perverted romance would not end well makes it all but impossible for me to feel any compassion for her. It's like, "Duh, you stupid fool! Even if your 'wuv' hadn't been perverted and revolting from the beginning -- and hadn't sprung from your desire to 'get back' at your mother for the sin you allegedly 'forgave' her for -- the fact that Mr. 'Kisses Like the 4th of July' spent an entire day chasing your MOTHER, not sparing you a single moment, would have brought it home to you, if you weren't so determined to see only what you want to see!"
And of course she goes on the defensive, accusing Brooke of siding with Amber...anything so she can go back into Self-Righteous Victim/Martyr Mode. She conveniently forgets that the only reason she showed up at Brooke's house was to confront Amber. She couldn't have cared less about her mother, but now she's acting like that was the purpose for her visit -- then when Brooke calls her on it, ooohh, how dare she "defend Amber"!
Yep, she's still heading for that big fall that Brooke spoke of, and unlike Brooke, I will take satisfaction in seeing the little bitch get what has been coming to her for eons...partly because I know it will never happen on the show.
Pigget, whose stuff is even more raggedy now than it was at the time that this fic takes place, still walks around with her nose in the air, enjoying undeserved saint/martyr status for "having forgiven her mother for Breacon," while still getting a lifetime free pass to "pay her mother back for Breacon." The daddy/brother-tonguing, stepdaddy-humping, lying, hypocritical, two-faced little skeeze is actually described as a "good girl" in the soap press, and history is rewritten accordingly.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Nov 20, 2009 21:34:20 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your comments! Bridget is a real piece of work and she still doesn't get it that her mother refuses to be disrespected anymore. Gio, my own mother (who doesn't even drive) would have taken the first thing smoking and hunted me down if I dared to speak to her that way. LaLogan, good call on the real reason that Bridget hightailed her rump over to Brooke's house.
Brooke has made it clear to her brat that she's skating on thin ice. I wonder if Bridget will heed the warning.
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MissJr
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Post by MissJr on Nov 20, 2009 21:43:37 GMT -5
“Bravo! Bravo!” A surprised Brooke quickly turned and broke out into a grin when she saw Katie standing in the doorway and clapping her hands in an exaggerated fashion. “Bravo! Sis, let me be the first to congratulate you on a masterful job of reestablishing yourself as the parent in your relationship with Bridget!” Katie said. Brooke was momentarily surprised and then embarrassed. “I take it you heard everything.” “I did, and I say it’s about time,” Katie snappily replied. “Actually, you should have done it a long time ago. You know that I’ve made no secret about how I’ve felt about Bridget’s disrespectful behavior. I suppose you were subjected to more of her verbal abuse.” “Some of the things she said to me were appalling!” Brooke said in a voice that was now shaking with rage. “There are times when I’m not sure how to respond to her hate-filled and infantile rantings. It’s been a fool's game to figure out how to even grace any of them with a response—either laughing outright, cold silence or just taking the kid gloves off and letting the chips fall where they may.” “So, this is your second warning, huh?” Katie chuckled. “Stop laughing!” Brooke angrily admonished her sister. “This is hardly funny. But, if you must know—yes. Bridget is on the three-strikes-and-you’re-out system with me right now. Don’t get me wrong. I know I messed up and I know that a part of Bridget will always have nothing but contempt for me. Fine. But, she’s not going to talk to me any kind of way anymore and get away with it. Just like I brought her into this world, I can take her little ass right on out of it!” Brooke said, her hazel orbs flashing furiously. “Now, that’s the way I like to hear my big sister talk!” Katie nodded with approval. Brooke momentarily glared at Katie and quickly changed the subject. “What are you doing downtown anyway?” “I’m meeting a friend of mine from school, and I thought maybe you and I could do lunch a little later,” Katie suggested. Brooke smiled and laughed ironically. “You know, I was hoping to have lunch with Bridget today, but I guess that’s all shot to hell now. I would love to have lunch with you. What did you have in mind?” “Nothing fancy; I thought maybe we could drive to Santa Monica and have lunch at Thaiphoon. My treat.” Katie insisted. “Oooohhh! That does sound good!” Brooke agreed. “It’s a date! Plus, after that trencherman’s feast last night, I could do with some light fare today.” “Oh, that’s right; you had your date with Nick,” Katie said. “I was out when you got in and didn’t have a chance to talk to you. You have to tell me all about it and whether I can expect to purchase another bridesmaid’s dress anytime soon.” _______________ “Hallelujah!” Stephanie exclaimed in relief. She thought she would never get here. She gingerly drove her car into one of the available parking spaces of the carport immediately adjacent to Thorne’s beach house and shut off the ignition. Stephanie removed her compact from her purse and quickly powdered her nose. She then smoothed back a few locks of her hair. “Hmmm…maybe Mai Ling is right about letting my hair go to silver,” Stephanie mused. For the briefest of moments, she wondered how she would look with silver hair. She knew that Massimo would not complain and yet… Stephanie snapped the compact shut, choosing to consign such trivial matters for consideration at another time. She alighted from her vehicle and smoothed down her dress. She became slightly nervous when she noticed several seagulls headed in her direction. They seemed to have come out of no where and Stephanie took a step backward and ducked. Were they coming for her? However, the seagulls flew overhead and kept going and she silently chided herself for a fool. You watch way too many Alfred Hitchcock movies, she silently told herself. Stephanie took in her surroundings. Never one to miss anything, she immediately noticed the small Honda parked next to Thorne’s Mercedes convertible. Although she could not put her finger on it, something about the car seemed out of place. In that moment, it occurred to Stephanie that her son might have been “keeping company” with a young lady since Macy’s departure. While she had no problem with that, she instinctively turned her nose up when she saw how old the Honda was. “Whoever it is, she’s obviously not from our class,” an obviously disappointed Stephanie noted. It seemed that her sons were destined to wallow around in the trash for women. Why was it so difficult for her sons to date women from their own social class? A bewildered Stephanie wondered. She made her way to the front door and stooped down and lifted the “Welcome” mat. Just as Stephanie expected, the extra key was there. Stephanie retrieved the key and prepared to open the door. True, Thorne and his lady friend might be in a state of dishabille, but play time was over, Stephanie decided. Thorne and his little friend would just have to end their romp and the lady would have to be sent on her way. All Stephanie knew was that she needed to talk to her son, and she was in no mood for interruptions from simpering bimbos. Stephanie placed the key in the lock and let herself in. She was somewhat taken aback by the cluttered state of the beach house. She did not recall there being so many knickknacks. “And, where did some of this extra furniture come from?” Stephanie asked aloud. What surprised her were that the additional pieces of furniture seemed old and used. Surely, Thorne isn’t hurting financially and can afford new furniture! Stephanie looked around and pursed her lips. Even accounting for the fact that Thorne no longer had a wife, Stephanie fully expected that Thorne used a maid service to keep his place clean. My sons! I guess I’ll have to take the bull by the horns and get someone in here to pick this place up, Stephanie thought with a frown. Unable to help herself, Stephanie ran her index finger across one of the tables in the living room. Just as she expected, her finger was covered with dust. “Good Lord!” Stephanie exclaimed in disgust. “This place is just crowded with sin and filth!” Unconsciously, Stephanie ran her hand down the front of her dress and brushed off some imaginary dirt as if she fully expected to be contaminated if she came into close proximity of the furniture. She had seen enough. “Thorne?” Stephanie called as she made her way to the kitchen. Her ears immediately perked up when she heard a woman humming a merry tune. Stephanie’s eyes narrowed and her mouth formed into a mean line. Whoever the tramp was, she has obviously made herself at home! She observed. Stephanie walked into the kitchen and abruptly stopped. Her eyes widened in shock and horror. “Good morning, Stephanie!” Darla cheerfully greeted her. “May I offer you some coffee?” Stephanie gripped a nearby chair and held onto it. The room seemed to be spinning around. Stephanie dramatically grabbed her chest as her heart began to thump erratically. “Darla? Darla Einstein?!” Stephanie shrieked. “In the flesh!” Darla cheerfully replied. _______________ Ridge stared straight ahead and did his best to tune out Massimo’s probing questions. Why couldn’t the man shut up and leave him alone? He wondered. “Ridge, I asked you a question!” Massimo yelled in his booming voice. “Are you at all concerned about the slight drop in our first quarter earnings?” Ridge merely rolled his eyes. Who gave a damn about Marone Industries’ profits and losses? He asked himself. Ridge could not help wondering how the gang was doing at Forrester Creations. He knew that Forrester Creations was bustling with excitement. The seamstresses and others in the cutting room were busily preparing for Forrester’s Resort Wear 2003 showing. It killed him that no one consulted him about the designs and that the two designers he trained had stepped up. They not only incorporated some of what Ridge had taught them but were able to improve upon it. Even more infuriating was the buzz that the new designers were receiving in Eye on Fashion and Vogue. Instead of being flattered that two of his apprentices had gone on to excel on their own merit, it hurt Ridge’s pride that the show had basically gone on without him. How he longed to be up there on stage with a triumphant Eric as the audience wildly applauded! How he longed to be at the press conference! How he longed to feel that familiar rush of adrenaline as the models strutted their stuff on the runway!“Ridge!” Massimo yelled again, interrupting Ridge’s thoughts. “Yes, Massimo,” Ridge moaned. “It bothers me that earnings are down for the first quarter.” “You didn’t really read those reports, did you?” Massimo asked in a tight voice. “I already told you that I did!” Ridge groused. What the frig more did he want? Ridge wondered in irritation. “That’s impossible,” Massimo retorted, “because if you had actually read those reports, you would know that our profits are actually UP!” Knowing that he had been caught in yet another lie, Ridge chose to keep his mouth firmly shut for now. As expected, Massimo let him have it, angrily reminding Ridge once again just how tenuous his hold onto Marone Industries’ No. 2 spot actually was. Ridge sank deeply into the leather seats of Massimo’s car. Thank goodness for that Lakers game and that he had an excuse to leave work early, Ridge thought. At the rate things were going, he was not sure how much more he could stand. Right now, all he knew was that he wanted back in at Forrester Creations. However, with his parents divorce suit and the resulting injunction, Ridge knew he was persona non grata at Forrester now. He sighed deeply and realized that he would have to stick it out at Marone Industries—at least for now. _______________ “GRRRRRR! Bitch!” Bridget screamed. “Whew! Is everything okay?” Dr. Carl Levin asked. “No, it’s not!” Bridget angrily snapped. “It’s my mother!” “Oh; I see,” Dr. Levin politely responded, not really seeing at all. Now that she had an audience, Bridget decided to let loose. “You know, they say you can pick your friends but you sure can’t pick your relatives. The woman is evil—just toxic!” “That bad, huh?” A sympathetic Dr. Levin asked. “You have no idea what I have to put up with. My mother will stop at nothing to make my life miserable,” Bridget claimed with a straight face. “You know, there are times when I think the daughter in Mildred Pierce was right!” Dr. Levin could not help raising an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked, totally interested by now in spite of himself. “The only reason the movie turned out the way it did is because of Joan Crawford! All she had to do was have tears pool in those big luminous eyes of hers, and she had the audience eating out the palm of her hand. That’s why they sympathized with the character. But, if you look beneath the surface, the things Mildred did to her daughter were hurtful and cruel—just insidious!” Bridget insisted. “Really?” Dr. Levin asked again. Bridget was totally warming up to her subject now. “Yes—really. You see, in my mind, my mother is just like Mildred. She does these cruel and hurtful things to me and then when she gets called on it, she’s the victim. Meanwhile, I’m the one who gets vilified as a vindictive little tart.” “So your mother is like Mildred Pierce, huh? You didn’t really slap your mother on the stairs did you?” Dr. Levin asked in a half-joking manner. However, the joke went right over Bridget’s head. “Of course not!” She replied. “Yet, she’s threatened to slap me.” “Uh-huh,” Dr. Levin calmly said as he began to wonder if Bridget was even in a frame of mind to be attending to patients at all that day. “Let me guess…your mother discovered you were having an affair with her husband and you shamelessly taunted her because he was going to leave her for you. Except it didn’t quite work out that way, and he cruelly dumped you, right?” Dr. Levin cracked. However, this particular joke did not go over Bridget’s head and she was furious. “How dare you?!” She snarled. Dr. Levin was taken aback by Bridget’s ferocity. “WHOA! What’s gotten into you? I was just kidding!” Bridget was shocked that she had exposed herself so easily. “Well, your little joke wasn’t funny! I—I’m ready to get to work,” she abruptly said. Dr. Levin decided to let it go and chalked it up to Bridget’s moodiness. “Of course, you are. By the way, I hope things work out for you and your, um, mother. Anytime you want to talk over coffee—” “Dr. Levin,” Bridget interrupted him. “I would strongly suggest you work on your macking skills. They suck!” Bridget acidly said. Dr. Levin could only stare as Bridget left the doctors lounge. Now what in the world was that all about? He wondered. ______________
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Post by mutzi on Nov 20, 2009 22:06:51 GMT -5
Your story is absolutely wonderful, Miss JR. But please be sure Dr. Levin remains an intelligent and ethical man. You have given him the name of the senior Senator from my state and he can't be any other way.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 21, 2009 3:03:10 GMT -5
“I did, and I say it’s about time,” Katie snappily replied. “Actually, you should have done it a long time ago. You know that I’ve made no secret about how I’ve felt about Bridget’s disrespectful behavior. I suppose you were subjected to more of her verbal abuse.” “Some of the things she said to me were appalling!” Brooke said in a voice that was now shaking with rage. “There are times when I’m not sure how to respond to her hate-filled and infantile rantings. It’s been a fool's game to figure out how to even grace any of them with a response—either laughing outright, cold silence or just taking the kid gloves off and letting the chips fall where they may.” “So, this is your second warning, huh?” Katie chuckled. “Stop laughing!” Brooke angrily admonished her sister. “This is hardly funny. But, if you must know—yes. Bridget is on the three-strikes-and-you’re-out system with me right now. Don’t get me wrong. I know I messed up and I know that a part of Bridget will always have nothing but contempt for me. Fine. But, she’s not going to talk to me any kind of way anymore and get away with it. Just like I brought her into this world, I can take her little ass right on out of it!” Brooke said, her hazel orbs flashing furiously. Stephanie snapped the compact shut, choosing to consign such trivial matters for consideration at another time. She alighted from her vehicle and smoothed down her dress. She became slightly nervous when she noticed several seagulls headed in her direction. They seemed to have come out of no where and Stephanie took a step backward and ducked. Were they coming for her? However, the seagulls flew overhead and kept going and she silently chided herself for a fool. You watch way too many Alfred Hitchcock movies, she silently told herself. Stephanie took in her surroundings. Never one to miss anything, she immediately noticed the small Honda parked next to Thorne’s Mercedes convertible. Although she could not put her finger on it, something about the car seemed out of place. In that moment, it occurred to Stephanie that her son might have been “keeping company” with a young lady since Macy’s departure. While she had no problem with that, she instinctively turned her nose up when she saw how old the Honda was. “ Whoever it is, she’s obviously not from our class,” an obviously disappointed Stephanie noted. It seemed that her sons were destined to wallow around in the trash for women. Why was it so difficult for her sons to date women from their own social class? A bewildered Stephanie wondered. She made her way to the front door and stooped down and lifted the “Welcome” mat. Just as Stephanie expected, the extra key was there. Stephanie retrieved the key and prepared to open the door. True, Thorne and his lady friend might be in a state of dishabille, but play time was over, Stephanie decided. Thorne and his little friend would just have to end their romp and the lady would have to be sent on her way. All Stephanie knew was that she needed to talk to her son, and she was in no mood for interruptions from simpering bimbos.Stephanie placed the key in the lock and let herself in. She was somewhat taken aback by the cluttered state of the beach house. She did not recall there being so many knickknacks. “And, where did some of this extra furniture come from?” Stephanie asked aloud. What surprised her were that the additional pieces of furniture seemed old and used. Surely, Thorne isn’t hurting financially and can afford new furniture! Stephanie looked around and pursed her lips. Even accounting for the fact that Thorne no longer had a wife, Stephanie fully expected that Thorne used a maid service to keep his place clean. My sons! I guess I’ll have to take the bull by the horns and get someone in here to pick this place up, Stephanie thought with a frown. Unable to help herself, Stephanie ran her index finger across one of the tables in the living room. Just as she expected, her finger was covered with dust. “Good Lord!” Stephanie exclaimed in disgust. “ This place is just crowded with sin and filth!” Unconsciously, Stephanie ran her hand down the front of her dress and brushed off some imaginary dirt as if she fully expected to be contaminated if she came into close proximity of the furniture. Stephanie gripped a nearby chair and held onto it. The room seemed to be spinning around. Stephanie dramatically grabbed her chest as her heart began to thump erratically. “Darla? Darla Einstein?!” Stephanie shrieked. “In the flesh!” Darla cheerfully replied. _______________ “GRRRRRR! Bitch!” Bridget screamed. “Whew! Is everything okay?” Dr. Carl Levin asked. “No, it’s not!” Bridget angrily snapped. “It’s my mother!” “Oh; I see,” Dr. Levin politely responded, not really seeing at all. Now that she had an audience, Bridget decided to let loose. “You know, they say you can pick your friends but you sure can’t pick your relatives. The woman is evil—just toxic!” “That bad, huh?” A sympathetic Dr. Levin asked. “You have no idea what I have to put up with. My mother will stop at nothing to make my life miserable,” Bridget claimed with a straight face. “You know, there are times when I think the daughter in Mildred Pierce was right!” Dr. Levin could not help raising an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked, totally interested by now in spite of himself. “The only reason the movie turned out the way it did is because of Joan Crawford! All she had to do was have tears pool in those big luminous eyes of hers, and she had the audience eating out the palm of her hand. That’s why they sympathized with the character. But, if you look beneath the surface, the things Mildred did to her daughter were hurtful and cruel—just insidious!” Bridget insisted.“Really?” Dr. Levin asked again. Bridget was totally warming up to her subject now. “Yes—really. You see, in my mind, my mother is just like Mildred. She does these cruel and hurtful things to me and then when she gets called on it, she’s the victim. Meanwhile, I’m the one who gets vilified as a vindictive little tart.” “So your mother is like Mildred Pierce, huh? You didn’t really slap your mother on the stairs did you?” Dr. Levin asked in a half-joking manner. However, the joke went right over Bridget’s head. “Of course not!” She replied. “Yet, she’s threatened to slap me.” “Uh-huh,” Dr. Levin calmly said as he began to wonder if Bridget was even in a frame of mind to be attending to patients at all that day. “Let me guess…your mother discovered you were having an affair with her husband and you shamelessly taunted her because he was going to leave her for you. Except it didn’t quite work out that way, and he cruelly dumped you, right?” Dr. Levin cracked. However, this particular joke did not go over Bridget’s head and she was furious. “How dare you?!” She snarled. Dr. Levin was taken aback by Bridget’s ferocity. “WHOA! What’s gotten into you? I was just kidding!” Bridget was shocked that she had exposed herself so easily. “Well, your little joke wasn’t funny! I—I’m ready to get to work,” she abruptly said. Dr. Levin decided to let it go and chalked it up to Bridget’s moodiness. “Of course, you are. By the way, I hope things work out for you and your, um, mother. Anytime you want to talk over coffee—” “Dr. Levin,” Bridget interrupted him. “I would strongly suggest you work on your macking skills. They suck!” Bridget acidly said. Dr. Levin could only stare as Bridget left the doctors lounge. Now what in the world was that all about? He wondered. ______________ Well, someone is on a roll. Thank God Katie is around to give her sister moral support, it is about time someone backed Brooke when dealing with her duplicitous daughter. Granted Breacon was scummy, but IMO, arranging for the abortion of one's own grandchild trumps an affair with one's SIL as far as toxic behavior.
And Hag is predictable as always. Here she is, a married woman, shacked up with another man, and she has the nerve to label Thorne's having a lady friend sinful. I am dying to see the continuation of this scene.
Poor BooHoo! It looks like Brooke's warning went in one ear and out the other. "Toxic and evil," indeed. And leave it to the drama queen to start carrying on to a co-worker.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 23, 2009 17:25:39 GMT -5
Your story is absolutely wonderful, Miss JR. But please be sure Dr. Levin remains an intelligent and ethical man. You have given him the name of the senior Senator from my state and he can't be any other way. Thank you very much, Mutzi! I don't think you'll have any worries. My Dr. Levin will be one of the good guys! Thanks for your comments!
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Post by MissJr on Nov 23, 2009 17:29:26 GMT -5
“I did, and I say it’s about time,” Katie snappily replied. “Actually, you should have done it a long time ago. You know that I’ve made no secret about how I’ve felt about Bridget’s disrespectful behavior. I suppose you were subjected to more of her verbal abuse.” “Some of the things she said to me were appalling!” Brooke said in a voice that was now shaking with rage. “There are times when I’m not sure how to respond to her hate-filled and infantile rantings. It’s been a fool's game to figure out how to even grace any of them with a response—either laughing outright, cold silence or just taking the kid gloves off and letting the chips fall where they may.” “So, this is your second warning, huh?” Katie chuckled. “Stop laughing!” Brooke angrily admonished her sister. “This is hardly funny. But, if you must know—yes. Bridget is on the three-strikes-and-you’re-out system with me right now. Don’t get me wrong. I know I messed up and I know that a part of Bridget will always have nothing but contempt for me. Fine. But, she’s not going to talk to me any kind of way anymore and get away with it. Just like I brought her into this world, I can take her little ass right on out of it!” Brooke said, her hazel orbs flashing furiously. Stephanie snapped the compact shut, choosing to consign such trivial matters for consideration at another time. She alighted from her vehicle and smoothed down her dress. She became slightly nervous when she noticed several seagulls headed in her direction. They seemed to have come out of no where and Stephanie took a step backward and ducked. Were they coming for her? However, the seagulls flew overhead and kept going and she silently chided herself for a fool. You watch way too many Alfred Hitchcock movies, she silently told herself. Stephanie took in her surroundings. Never one to miss anything, she immediately noticed the small Honda parked next to Thorne’s Mercedes convertible. Although she could not put her finger on it, something about the car seemed out of place. In that moment, it occurred to Stephanie that her son might have been “keeping company” with a young lady since Macy’s departure. While she had no problem with that, she instinctively turned her nose up when she saw how old the Honda was. “ Whoever it is, she’s obviously not from our class,” an obviously disappointed Stephanie noted. It seemed that her sons were destined to wallow around in the trash for women. Why was it so difficult for her sons to date women from their own social class? A bewildered Stephanie wondered. She made her way to the front door and stooped down and lifted the “Welcome” mat. Just as Stephanie expected, the extra key was there. Stephanie retrieved the key and prepared to open the door. True, Thorne and his lady friend might be in a state of dishabille, but play time was over, Stephanie decided. Thorne and his little friend would just have to end their romp and the lady would have to be sent on her way. All Stephanie knew was that she needed to talk to her son, and she was in no mood for interruptions from simpering bimbos.Stephanie placed the key in the lock and let herself in. She was somewhat taken aback by the cluttered state of the beach house. She did not recall there being so many knickknacks. “And, where did some of this extra furniture come from?” Stephanie asked aloud. What surprised her were that the additional pieces of furniture seemed old and used. Surely, Thorne isn’t hurting financially and can afford new furniture! Stephanie looked around and pursed her lips. Even accounting for the fact that Thorne no longer had a wife, Stephanie fully expected that Thorne used a maid service to keep his place clean. My sons! I guess I’ll have to take the bull by the horns and get someone in here to pick this place up, Stephanie thought with a frown. Unable to help herself, Stephanie ran her index finger across one of the tables in the living room. Just as she expected, her finger was covered with dust. “Good Lord!” Stephanie exclaimed in disgust. “ This place is just crowded with sin and filth!” Unconsciously, Stephanie ran her hand down the front of her dress and brushed off some imaginary dirt as if she fully expected to be contaminated if she came into close proximity of the furniture. Stephanie gripped a nearby chair and held onto it. The room seemed to be spinning around. Stephanie dramatically grabbed her chest as her heart began to thump erratically. “Darla? Darla Einstein?!” Stephanie shrieked. “In the flesh!” Darla cheerfully replied. _______________ “GRRRRRR! Bitch!” Bridget screamed. “Whew! Is everything okay?” Dr. Carl Levin asked. “No, it’s not!” Bridget angrily snapped. “It’s my mother!” “Oh; I see,” Dr. Levin politely responded, not really seeing at all. Now that she had an audience, Bridget decided to let loose. “You know, they say you can pick your friends but you sure can’t pick your relatives. The woman is evil—just toxic!” “That bad, huh?” A sympathetic Dr. Levin asked. “You have no idea what I have to put up with. My mother will stop at nothing to make my life miserable,” Bridget claimed with a straight face. “You know, there are times when I think the daughter in Mildred Pierce was right!” Dr. Levin could not help raising an eyebrow. “Really?” He asked, totally interested by now in spite of himself. “The only reason the movie turned out the way it did is because of Joan Crawford! All she had to do was have tears pool in those big luminous eyes of hers, and she had the audience eating out the palm of her hand. That’s why they sympathized with the character. But, if you look beneath the surface, the things Mildred did to her daughter were hurtful and cruel—just insidious!” Bridget insisted.“Really?” Dr. Levin asked again. Bridget was totally warming up to her subject now. “Yes—really. You see, in my mind, my mother is just like Mildred. She does these cruel and hurtful things to me and then when she gets called on it, she’s the victim. Meanwhile, I’m the one who gets vilified as a vindictive little tart.” “So your mother is like Mildred Pierce, huh? You didn’t really slap your mother on the stairs did you?” Dr. Levin asked in a half-joking manner. However, the joke went right over Bridget’s head. “Of course not!” She replied. “Yet, she’s threatened to slap me.” “Uh-huh,” Dr. Levin calmly said as he began to wonder if Bridget was even in a frame of mind to be attending to patients at all that day. “Let me guess…your mother discovered you were having an affair with her husband and you shamelessly taunted her because he was going to leave her for you. Except it didn’t quite work out that way, and he cruelly dumped you, right?” Dr. Levin cracked. However, this particular joke did not go over Bridget’s head and she was furious. “How dare you?!” She snarled. Dr. Levin was taken aback by Bridget’s ferocity. “WHOA! What’s gotten into you? I was just kidding!” Bridget was shocked that she had exposed herself so easily. “Well, your little joke wasn’t funny! I—I’m ready to get to work,” she abruptly said. Dr. Levin decided to let it go and chalked it up to Bridget’s moodiness. “Of course, you are. By the way, I hope things work out for you and your, um, mother. Anytime you want to talk over coffee—” “Dr. Levin,” Bridget interrupted him. “I would strongly suggest you work on your macking skills. They suck!” Bridget acidly said. Dr. Levin could only stare as Bridget left the doctors lounge. Now what in the world was that all about? He wondered. ______________ Well, someone is on a roll. Thank God Katie is around to give her sister moral support, it is about time someone backed Brooke when dealing with her duplicitous daughter. Granted Breacon was scummy, but IMO, arranging for the abortion of one's own grandchild trumps an affair with one's SIL as far as toxic behavior.
And Hag is predictable as always. Here she is, a married woman, shacked up with another man, and she has the nerve to label Thorne's having a lady friend sinful. I am dying to see the continuation of this scene.
Poor BooHoo! It looks like Brooke's warning went in one ear and out the other. "Toxic and evil," indeed. And leave it to the drama queen to start carrying on to a co-worker.Giovanna, thanks for your comments! I'm glad that you are enjoying Katie in this story. She will be her sister's supporter and will actually have a life of her own. Nor, is she blind to "St. Bridget's" faults and has no problem calling her out. Stephanie will always be a hypocrite. I remember years ago how she was obsessed with her daughters being "sluts." Meanwhile, she sampled Clarke's goodies for herself before siccing him on Kristen, and she wrongfully penned her brat's paternity on the wrong man just like Felicia did. Of course, Bridget is a drama queen. It doesn't even occur to her how inappropriate it is to bring her family drama to the hospital. It's not as if no one knows. She can rag all day on her mother to other people, but if anyone else dares to get to the truth about her and Ridge, they're suddenly Public Enemy No. 1.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 23, 2009 17:40:31 GMT -5
Stephanie was not even sure how it happened. All she knew was that right now, she needed to go somewhere and lie down. A few minutes before, her knees had grown weak and she unceremoniously sank into a chair. Her skin felt clammy and she became excessively warm. This was worse than hot flashes! She thought. A concerned Darla gave Stephanie a glass of water, which the older woman silently accepted. Unconcerned about how unladylike she appeared, Stephanie greedily gulped the water until the glass was empty. “Would you like some more?” Darla dared to ask as she took the glass from Stephanie. Stephanie, who could not even bring herself to respond to what she considered a ludicrous question, merely glared at Darla. After a few uncomfortable moments, she finally said, “I don’t want any more water, thank you. However, I would like to know what the hell you’re doing in my son’s house?” “Well, you see, I—” Darla began only to be interrupted by Thorne, who silently entered the kitchen. “—it so happens, Mother, Darla is actually living here now,” Thorne firmly replied in a voice that made it clear that the subject was not open for any further discussion. However, as was her wont, Stephanie refused to take a hint. “She is liv—I don’t even believe this!” She exploded. So this is what Kristen and Felicia had alluded to, Stephanie thought. “Mother,” Thorne began in a warning tone. “Don’t start. By the way, I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring; how did you get in here anyway?” “I let myself in with the key under the mat,” Stephanie informed Thorne as if barging in on her son was the most natural thing in the world. “I simply don’t believe this,” she repeated. She stared in bewilderment at Thorne and then Darla. It was only then that Stephanie recalled that Darla had been fired from Spectra Fashions. “So that’s it then,” she said quietly. “What’s it?” Thorne warily asked. “I get it now. Darla lost her job at that second rate rag house, and you somehow feel responsible. So instead of letting her fend for herself, you hired her as a live-in housekeeper. Although, I must say that her, um, housekeeping skills are rather—shall we say—not up to par!” Stephanie sniffed disdainfully. Thorne and Darla’s eyes initially met in amusement. However, Thorne became annoyed at his mother’s cheek. For her part, Darla was too amused to be offended. Deciding that he had had enough, Thorne began to set Stephanie straight once and for all. “For your information, Darla is not the hired help!” Thorne snapped. “She is my guest, and she is under my protection.” Finding her bearings, Stephanie slowly stood and asked Thorne in a voice dripping with contempt, “Are you crazy? Your houseguest?! Son, don’t do this! Don’t you know that people take advantage of you when you’re ‘Mr. Nice?’ Let her find somewhere else to stay! Just because you feel guilty about sleeping with her doesn’t mean you have to provide her with free housing.” “Mother--” A fuming Thorne ground out between gritted teeth. However, Stephanie was just getting started. She then turned her attention to Darla. “No offense, Darla. Now, I know things are rough, but you simply can’t stay here. Now if money is an issue, I will write you a check right now and gladly hand you the real estate section so you can start looking for another place to live. Oh, and another thing. All this junk you’ve cluttered my son’s home with—I want it out of here. Today. I’ll provide you with the name of a storage facility and I’ll be happy to pay for that, too.” Stephanie succinctly said as if that settled the matter. Darla unconsciously touched her stomach, as she was scarcely able to believe the breadth of Stephanie’s nerve. No wonder Thorne didn’t want to tell her about the baby, Darla thought. She looked askance at Thorne, who was already one step ahead of her in setting his mother straight. “Mother, that’s enough!” Thorne yelled at a shocked Stephanie. “What? What did I do?” She asked, genuinely at a loss. “Son, I’m just looking out for your interests! Surely, you can’t think this little arrangement is acceptable!” “This little arrangement, as you call it, is first of all none of your damn business,” Thorne retorted. “Second, where in the hell do you get off marching into my house and presuming to throw anyone out?” “What?!” Stephanie barked. “Don’t you dare speak—” “I’ll speak to you anyway I like!” Thorne yelled. “Now, did you see me or anyone else marching into Massimo’s house and demanding that you move out when you lived with him for a whole year?” In response, Stephanie’s color rose as she thought about her current living situation. She was also appalled that Thorne would have the effrontery to ask her such a question. “I see your father has been spreading his lies! Let me tell you something,” she snarled, pointing a finger in Thorne’s face. “I don’t care how angry you are with me, but I am still your mother! Now, I’m not about to sit here and listen to anymore of your father’s lies being repeated by you or anyone else in this family!” Thorne laughed. “Lies, Mother? Do you really want to go there? You have LIED to this family for over two decades! When you chose Ridge over the rest of us and then went to live with Massimo, you effectively said, ‘f*ck the family!’” Thorne roared. “I will NOT have this discussion in front of your houseguest!” Stephanie screamed. “And you better watch your mouth! I won’t tolerate your crude language!” “Oh, so now you’re self-conscious about speaking in front of Darla?” Thorne laughed. “Well, you were rude enough to show up here without calling; you let yourself into my home; and then you proceeded to insult Darla!” Thorne took a step toward Stephanie until he was in her face. “You know, I struggled about whether or not to tell you about me and Darla, and I struggled with how to tell you. But, seeing as how you have so little respect for me, I’ll be happy to tell you the reason Darla has been asked to stay here!” Darla immediately became concerned and placed a restraining hand on Thorne’s shoulder. “Thorne, please don’t break the news to her like this,” she begged. Stephanie looked at the two of them suspiciously. “What? What news?” She asked breathlessly. Thorne reached back and took Darla’s hand in his, an action that did not go unnoticed by Stephanie. “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself!” Stephanie impatiently barked. “What news?!” She demanded, fearing the worst. “Congratulations, grandma! Darla and I are having a baby,” Thorne announced with a smile. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 23, 2009 18:13:54 GMT -5
Stephanie, who could not even bring herself to respond to what she considered a ludicrous question, merely glared at Darla. After a few uncomfortable moments, she finally said, “I don’t want any more water, thank you. However, I would like to know what the hell you’re doing in my son’s house?” “Well, you see, I—” Darla began only to be interrupted by Thorne, who silently entered the kitchen. “—it so happens, Mother, Darla is actually living here now,” Thorne firmly replied in a voice that made it clear that the subject was not open for any further discussion. However, as was her wont, Stephanie refused to take a hint. “She is liv—I don’t even believe this!” She exploded. So this is what Kristen and Felicia had alluded to, Stephanie thought. “Mother,” Thorne began in a warning tone. “Don’t start. By the way, I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring; how did you get in here anyway?” “I let myself in with the key under the mat,” Stephanie informed Thorne as if barging in on her son was the most natural thing in the world. “I simply don’t believe this,” she repeated. She stared in bewilderment at Thorne and then Darla. It was only then that Stephanie recalled that Darla had been fired from Spectra Fashions. “So that’s it then,” she said quietly. “What’s it?” Thorne warily asked. “I get it now. Darla lost her job at that second rate rag house, and you somehow feel responsible. So instead of letting her fend for herself, you hired her as a live-in housekeeper. Although, I must say that her, um, housekeeping skills are rather—shall we say—not up to par!” Stephanie sniffed disdainfully.Thorne and Darla’s eyes initially met in amusement. However, Thorne became annoyed at his mother’s cheek. For her part, Darla was too amused to be offended. Deciding that he had had enough, Thorne began to set Stephanie straight once and for all. “For your information, Darla is not the hired help!” Thorne snapped. “She is my guest, and she is under my protection.” Finding her bearings, Stephanie slowly stood and asked Thorne in a voice dripping with contempt, “Are you crazy? Your houseguest?! Son, don’t do this! Don’t you know that people take advantage of you when you’re ‘Mr. Nice?’ Let her find somewhere else to stay! Just because you feel guilty about sleeping with her doesn’t mean you have to provide her with free housing.” “Mother--” A fuming Thorne ground out between gritted teeth. However, Stephanie was just getting started. She then turned her attention to Darla. “No offense, Darla. Now, I know things are rough, but you simply can’t stay here. Now if money is an issue, I will write you a check right now and gladly hand you the real estate section so you can start looking for another place to live. Oh, and another thing. All this junk you’ve cluttered my son’s home with—I want it out of here. Today. I’ll provide you with the name of a storage facility and I’ll be happy to pay for that, too.” Stephanie succinctly said as if that settled the matter. Darla unconsciously touched her stomach, as she was scarcely able to believe the breadth of Stephanie’s nerve. No wonder Thorne didn’t want to tell her about the baby, Darla thought. She looked askance at Thorne, who was already one step ahead of her in setting his mother straight. “Mother, that’s enough!” Thorne yelled at a shocked Stephanie. “What? What did I do?” She asked, genuinely at a loss. “Son, I’m just looking out for your interests! Surely, you can’t think this little arrangement is acceptable!” “This little arrangement, as you call it, is first of all none of your damn business,” Thorne retorted. “Second, where in the hell do you get off marching into my house and presuming to throw anyone out?” “What?!” Stephanie barked. “Don’t you dare speak—” “I’ll speak to you anyway I like!” Thorne yelled. “Now, did you see me or anyone else marching into Massimo’s house and demanding that you move out when you lived with him for a whole year?” In response, Stephanie’s color rose as she thought about her current living situation. She was also appalled that Thorne would have the effrontery to ask her such a question. “I see your father has been spreading his lies! Let me tell you something,” she snarled, pointing a finger in Thorne’s face. “I don’t care how angry you are with me, but I am still your mother! Now, I’m not about to sit here and listen to anymore of your father’s lies being repeated by you or anyone else in this family!” Thorne laughed. “Lies, Mother? Do you really want to go there? You have LIED to this family for over two decades! When you chose Ridge over the rest of us and then went to live with Massimo, you effectively said, ‘f*ck the family!’” Thorne roared.“I will NOT have this discussion in front of your houseguest!” Stephanie screamed. “And you better watch your mouth! I won’t tolerate your crude language!” “Oh, so now you’re self-conscious about speaking in front of Darla?” Thorne laughed. “Well, you were rude enough to show up here without calling; you let yourself into my home; and then you proceeded to insult Darla!” Thorne took a step toward Stephanie until he was in her face. “You know, I struggled about whether or not to tell you about me and Darla, and I struggled with how to tell you. But, seeing as how you have so little respect for me, I’ll be happy to tell you the reason Darla has been asked to stay here!” Darla immediately became concerned and placed a restraining hand on Thorne’s shoulder. “Thorne, please don’t break the news to her like this,” she begged. Stephanie looked at the two of them suspiciously. “What? What news?” She asked breathlessly. Thorne reached back and took Darla’s hand in his, an action that did not go unnoticed by Stephanie. “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself!” Stephanie impatiently barked. “What news?!” She demanded, fearing the worst. “Congratulations, grandma! Darla and I are having a baby,” Thorne announced with a smile. _______________ LOL! I love it. Thorne grows a pair.
Hag is something else! Just where the hell does she get off, ordering Darla to leave? Unless she is paying rent or the house is in her name, she has no business in who stays there. And it is just like her to think Darla is the maid. BTW, when was the last time Hag ever dusted anything?
And it is just like the witch to think she can write a check out and send Darla on her way. When confronted with a woman she considers beneath her, she pulls out that checkbook.
And I love how Thorne throws her hypocritical behavior in her face. Go, Thorne!
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Post by simmiem2 on Nov 24, 2009 0:01:48 GMT -5
oh brother. i'm sure Steph will stay true to form and "accidentally" knock Darla down a flight of stairs so she can kill 2 birds with one stone...tsk tsk. hopefully Thorne has more balls than Ridge and can stand up to that woman for more than 5 mins....
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Post by toxic on Nov 24, 2009 8:56:43 GMT -5
OH Gio MissJR (ooppss, meant for Gio's fanfic but just as qualified for this one too YOU ROCK MissJR)....what a wonderful talent you have!!! I hated the direction B&B was taking well over 2yrs ago and found this fantastic fanfic which I read with a passion... Thank you Why OH Why don't some of those idiotic writers for the show read this is beyond me... Even better yet....why don't they give YOU the job....YOU are definitely more talented!
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Post by lalogan on Nov 24, 2009 15:17:02 GMT -5
Hee! I love Thorne in this fic. Eric told Brooke earlier that Thorne was the "holdout" with regards to having a paternity test, but I wonder if Fang's behavior during this encounter will make him change his mind.
The absolute NERVE of that hag, barging into Thorne's house as if she owns the place, insulting Darla, trying to buy her off, even ordering her to leave. I can just imagine the hissy fit she'll throw in reaction to Thorne's bombshell.
I do hope that the aforementioned paternity tests reveal that Thorne, Kristin and Felicia ARE Eric's children, though -- as much as I loathe Fang and would love to see her exposed as a two-timing, bed-hopping slut, I don't want Eric to have to endure seeing any of his remaining children turn out to have other fathers.
simmiem, I think you have a point about Fang deciding to arrange a little "accident" for Darla, or invite her for a little (poisoned) tea party. Both Darla and Thorne should be very careful around that bitch, because there's nothing she hates more than her control being thwarted, and she'll stop at nothing -- and I mean NOTHING -- to regain that control.
Darla -- she's so sweet. Even in the face of Fang's inexcusable rudeness and insults, she tries to keep Thorne from relating their news, "like this."
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Post by MissJr on Nov 25, 2009 23:06:37 GMT -5
Ladies, thank you for your compliments! It is nice to see that Thorne has, indeed, grown a pair and it's about time!
Your concerns for Darla's safety may be well justified. I agree that she should accept no invitations from Stephanie for tea, crumpets, baby showers or anything else.
LaLogan, you are very astute in your observations about Thorne being the last hold-out for the paternity tests. As usual, Stephanie's big mouth may end up being her downfall.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 28, 2009 23:42:54 GMT -5
Ridge slowly trudged into Marone Industries’ executive conference room behind Massimo with the air of a doomed man. Normally, he would have strutted into the room with an extra pep in his step and commanded it. He would have let everyone know that yes—he was the man. However, the moment Massimo realized that Ridge lied about studying the financial reports and called him out, the older man had admonished Ridge to sit there and firmly keep his mouth shut during the board meeting. Ridge resented the directive and the implication that he was an embarrassment. All Ridge could remember was that while he was at Forrester Creations, he could practically do what he wanted. Not only that, he had Eric’s complete trust and respect. My father would have never dreamed of telling me to keep my mouth shut during a board meeting, Ridge thought with a frown. “Good morning, Massimo,” Harvey Golden cheerfully greeted his boss. “Harvey,” Massimo curtly nodded. “I trust we’re ready to begin,” Massimo said—more of a statement than a question. “Indeed, we are,” Harvey replied as he struggled to downplay his eagerness to get on with it. Harvey then greeted Ridge with the utmost respect; however, Ridge instinctively knew he was being treated as nothing more than an afterthought and it pissed him off to no end. “Ridge, I trust that you slept well,” Harvey stated in his smarmy, tongue-in-cheek manner. Ridge briefly glowered at Harvey before evenly replying, “I slept quite well thank you. How did you sleep?” Ridge snidely asked. “I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.” It was a cheap shot that did not go unnoticed by Ridge, who briefly cut his eyes in Massimo’s direction to see if he was going to put Harvey in his place. However, Massimo was busy with other matters, and Harvey’s cheap dig went totally unnoticed by him. Ridge moved closer to Harvey and quietly stated, “You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.” Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing. “On that note, let’s get started with our meeting,” he said. … Nick looked handsome in a business casual blazer and slacks, with a soft ribbed sweater. He was not quite ready to join the suit-and-tie brigade just yet and figured this would have to do for now. Maybe his mother had a point about clothes making the man, he thought. He made a mental note to follow up on her suggestion that he visit a clothier to have some suits made. Nick’s assistant, Kimberlin, sat across from his massive desk and took notes while Nick explained what his expectations were. “I’m sure that I’ll feel like a fish out of water for quite some time but I’m counting on you to keep me on my toes,” Nick said with a charming smile. “I’ll do the best I can, boss!” Kimberlin replied with a wink. “Yikes! Please don’t call me that!” Nick laughed. “It’s Nick, okay?” “No problem,” Kimberlin said. “By the way, I understand that the board meeting is underway and that they’ll be calling for you shortly.” “Oh, joy!” Nick sighed. “So, tell me something, Kimberlin. What do you think they really want from me in there?” Kimberlin furrowed her brow and gave Nick’s question some thought before replying, “They’ll want the best that you’ve got, sir. They obviously thought you were the best man for this job; so don’t give them a reason to think they made a mistake. But, you can’t go wrong if you would just be yourself. No one could possibly object to that and they can’t take that from you.” _______________ Megan noticed the couple the moment they got off the elevator. They were a handsome couple and carried themselves with a mixture of pride and humility. There was a brief moment where they seemed slightly intimidated by their surroundings and a little hesitant; however, they quickly recovered and pressed forward as if they were on a mission. The lady stepped off the elevator first and was wearing a simple blue dress and a pair of sensible pumps. The man at her side was a bear of a man—imposing and powerfully built. However, his face was gentle and he reminded Megan of a gentle giant. Armed with the power of her convictions and what appeared to be a large white photo album, the lady walked with a determined gait toward Megan’s desk. “Good morning,” she said with a nod. “Good morning,” Megan responded politely. “How may I help you?” “I’m here to see Brooke Logan,” the lady simply stated with a small smile. Without missing a beat, Megan asked, “I’m sorry, but do you have an appointment?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, actually we do not,” the lady responded honestly, “but Ms. Logan will see us.” She said with certainty. Although Megan would have normally found a polite but firm way to get rid of the two visitors, something about their demeanor gave her pause. Perhaps they were related to Brooke, she thought. “If you could have a seat, I’ll let Ms. Logan know that you’re here. Whom shall I tell her is calling?” The lady breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for your kindness,” she replied. “I realize that we don’t have an appointment, but trust me. Ms. Logan will want to see us. You see, we are…” _______________ For the second time in as many days, Stephanie had a violent and emotional reaction to news about her sons that was devastating and unwelcome. In a repeat of the behavior she exhibited when she learned that Ridge would have to spend the night in jail, she threw her head back and balled up her hands into fists. She angrily shook her fists at the heavens and yelled, “Great merciful God!” Her tongue then vibrated against the roof of her mouth and she screamed unintelligibly. “GRRRRRR…BRRRRRR…GRRRRR!” Tears of anguish, disappointment and rage sprang to her eyes. “Why?! Why, do You see fit to punish me, Lord?” She wailed, heedless of how her audience would react. Darla’s eyes widened in shocked disbelief and her hand immediately went to her heart. She had known that Stephanie would be less than thrilled about the news of her pregnancy, but this reaction went beyond even her wildest dreams. Thorne merely grimaced and rolled his eyes in annoyance. What was next? He wondered. He would not have been surprised if Stephanie grabbed her heart and yelled, “Do you hear that, Angela? I’m coming to join you honey!” “Is she going to be alright?” A fearful Darla gulped. “Maybe we should, um, call a doctor for your mother.” She whispered. “To hell with her!” Thorne snapped. “There isn’t a thing wrong with her that a good slap in the face wouldn’t cure!” While Stephanie continued to “perform,” a shocked Darla gasped, “Surely, you aren’t going to slap her, are you?” “Don’t tempt me,” Thorne warned. He had finally had enough and grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders. “Mother, knock it off!” He yelled in an attempt to get through to her. “Get your hands off of me!” Stephanie screamed as tears streamed down her face. She jerked herself out of Thorne’s grasp. “You just do things like this to torture me, don’t you? First, it was Macy, whose social-climbing mother pimped her out. Then there was that Valley slut, who stole you from me just as surely as she stole your father and brother from me. But this—this is just too much for me to bear!” “Mother, I’m warning you—” “—and, I’m warning you! I will not allow this! Do you hear me? I will not stand by and allow you to ruin your life with this so-called pregnancy!” “You won’t allow? Excuse me, but where do you get off telling me you won’t allow something?” Thorne angrily asked. “You may not like it, Mother, but Darla and I are going to be parents and that’s that!” “Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!” “What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded. “Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!” _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 29, 2009 2:33:30 GMT -5
Ridge slowly trudged into Marone Industries’ executive conference room behind Massimo with the air of a doomed man. Normally, he would have strutted into the room with an extra pep in his step and commanded it. He would have let everyone know that yes—he was the man. However, the moment Massimo realized that Ridge lied about studying the financial reports and called him out, the older man had admonished Ridge to sit there and firmly keep his mouth shut during the board meeting. Ridge resented the directive and the implication that he was an embarrassment. All Ridge could remember was that while he was at Forrester Creations, he could practically do what he wanted. Not only that, he had Eric’s complete trust and respect. My father would have never dreamed of telling me to keep my mouth shut during a board meeting, Ridge thought with a frown. “Good morning, Massimo,” Harvey Golden cheerfully greeted his boss. “Harvey,” Massimo curtly nodded. “I trust we’re ready to begin,” Massimo said—more of a statement than a question. “Indeed, we are,” Harvey replied as he struggled to downplay his eagerness to get on with it. Harvey then greeted Ridge with the utmost respect; however, Ridge instinctively knew he was being treated as nothing more than an afterthought and it pissed him off to no end. “Ridge, I trust that you slept well,” Harvey stated in his smarmy, tongue-in-cheek manner. Ridge briefly glowered at Harvey before evenly replying, “I slept quite well thank you. How did you sleep?” Ridge snidely asked. “I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.” It was a cheap shot that did not go unnoticed by Ridge, who briefly cut his eyes in Massimo’s direction to see if he was going to put Harvey in his place. However, Massimo was busy with other matters, and Harvey’s cheap dig went totally unnoticed by him. Ridge moved closer to Harvey and quietly stated, “You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.” Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing. “On that note, let’s get started with our meeting,” he said. … Nick looked handsome in a business casual blazer and slacks, with a soft ribbed sweater. He was not quite ready to join the suit-and-tie brigade just yet and figured this would have to do for now. Maybe his mother had a point about clothes making the man, he thought. He made a mental note to follow up on her suggestion that he visit a clothier to have some suits made. Nick’s assistant, Kimberlin, sat across from his massive desk and took notes while Nick explained what his expectations were. “I’m sure that I’ll feel like a fish out of water for quite some time but I’m counting on you to keep me on my toes,” Nick said with a charming smile. “I’ll do the best I can, boss!” Kimberlin replied with a wink. “Yikes! Please don’t call me that!” Nick laughed. “It’s Nick, okay?” “No problem,” Kimberlin said. “By the way, I understand that the board meeting is underway and that they’ll be calling for you shortly.” “Oh, joy!” Nick sighed. “So, tell me something, Kimberlin. What do you think they really want from me in there?” Kimberlin furrowed her brow and gave Nick’s question some thought before replying, “They’ll want the best that you’ve got, sir. They obviously thought you were the best man for this job; so don’t give them a reason to think they made a mistake. But, you can’t go wrong if you would just be yourself. No one could possibly object to that and they can’t take that from you.” _______________ Megan noticed the couple the moment they got off the elevator. They were a handsome couple and carried themselves with a mixture of pride and humility. There was a brief moment where they seemed slightly intimidated by their surroundings and a little hesitant; however, they quickly recovered and pressed forward as if they were on a mission. The lady stepped off the elevator first and was wearing a simple blue dress and a pair of sensible pumps. The man at her side was a bear of a man—imposing and powerfully built. However, his face was gentle and he reminded Megan of a gentle giant. Armed with the power of her convictions and what appeared to be a large white photo album, the lady walked with a determined gait toward Megan’s desk. “Good morning,” she said with a nod. “Good morning,” Megan responded politely. “How may I help you?” “I’m here to see Brooke Logan,” the lady simply stated with a small smile. Without missing a beat, Megan asked, “I’m sorry, but do you have an appointment?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, actually we do not,” the lady responded honestly, “but Ms. Logan will see us.” She said with certainty. Although Megan would have normally found a polite but firm way to get rid of the two visitors, something about their demeanor gave her pause. Perhaps they were related to Brooke, she thought. “If you could have a seat, I’ll let Ms. Logan know that you’re here. Whom shall I tell her is calling?” The lady breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for your kindness,” she replied. “I realize that we don’t have an appointment, but trust me. Ms. Logan will want to see us. You see, we are…” _______________ For the second time in as many days, Stephanie had a violent and emotional reaction to news about her sons that was devastating and unwelcome. In a repeat of the behavior she exhibited when she learned that Ridge would have to spend the night in jail, she threw her head back and balled up her hands into fists. She angrily shook her fists at the heavens and yelled, “Great merciful God!” Her tongue then vibrated against the roof of her mouth and she screamed unintelligibly. “GRRRRRR…BRRRRRR…GRRRRR!” Tears of anguish, disappointment and rage sprang to her eyes. “Why?! Why, do You see fit to punish me, Lord?” She wailed, heedless of how her audience would react. Darla’s eyes widened in shocked disbelief and her hand immediately went to her heart. She had known that Stephanie would be less than thrilled about the news of her pregnancy, but this reaction went beyond even her wildest dreams. Thorne merely grimaced and rolled his eyes in annoyance. What was next? He wondered. He would not have been surprised if Stephanie grabbed her heart and yelled, “Do you hear that, Angela? I’m coming to join you honey!” “Is she going to be alright?” A fearful Darla gulped. “Maybe we should, um, call a doctor for your mother.” She whispered. “To hell with her!” Thorne snapped. “There isn’t a thing wrong with her that a good slap in the face wouldn’t cure!” While Stephanie continued to “perform,” a shocked Darla gasped, “Surely, you aren’t going to slap her, are you?” “Don’t tempt me,” Thorne warned. He had finally had enough and grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders. “Mother, knock it off!” He yelled in an attempt to get through to her. “Get your hands off of me!” Stephanie screamed as tears streamed down her face. She jerked herself out of Thorne’s grasp. “You just do things like this to torture me, don’t you? First, it was Macy, whose social-climbing mother pimped her out. Then there was that Valley slut, who stole you from me just as surely as she stole your father and brother from me. But this—this is just too much for me to bear!” “Mother, I’m warning you—” “—and, I’m warning you! I will not allow this! Do you hear me? I will not stand by and allow you to ruin your life with this so-called pregnancy!” “You won’t allow? Excuse me, but where do you get off telling me you won’t allow something?” Thorne angrily asked. “You may not like it, Mother, but Darla and I are going to be parents and that’s that!” “Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!” “What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded. “Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!” _______________ Wonderful! However, I am DYING to know who this couple is who is there to see Brooke. Please let it be someone on her side, God knows she needs all the support she can get right now.
I love these lines:
“I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.”
“You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.”
Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing.
Gotta love Harvey, he has Ridge's number, doesn't he? Like Harvey, I would be about to LMAO as well.
And Hag is nuts. One would think a woman who blathers about family as much as she does would be thrilled at having another grandchild. BITCH! How dare she smear Darla's reputation. I wish Thorne would slap her.
I loved these lines as well:
“Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!”
“What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded.
“Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!”
How rich is it that the old skank is accusing Darla of fraudulantly trying to pass her child off as a Forrester, considering the scam SHE pulled all those years ago.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 30, 2009 14:00:39 GMT -5
Ridge slowly trudged into Marone Industries’ executive conference room behind Massimo with the air of a doomed man. Normally, he would have strutted into the room with an extra pep in his step and commanded it. He would have let everyone know that yes—he was the man. However, the moment Massimo realized that Ridge lied about studying the financial reports and called him out, the older man had admonished Ridge to sit there and firmly keep his mouth shut during the board meeting. Ridge resented the directive and the implication that he was an embarrassment. All Ridge could remember was that while he was at Forrester Creations, he could practically do what he wanted. Not only that, he had Eric’s complete trust and respect. My father would have never dreamed of telling me to keep my mouth shut during a board meeting, Ridge thought with a frown. “Good morning, Massimo,” Harvey Golden cheerfully greeted his boss. “Harvey,” Massimo curtly nodded. “I trust we’re ready to begin,” Massimo said—more of a statement than a question. “Indeed, we are,” Harvey replied as he struggled to downplay his eagerness to get on with it. Harvey then greeted Ridge with the utmost respect; however, Ridge instinctively knew he was being treated as nothing more than an afterthought and it pissed him off to no end. “Ridge, I trust that you slept well,” Harvey stated in his smarmy, tongue-in-cheek manner. Ridge briefly glowered at Harvey before evenly replying, “I slept quite well thank you. How did you sleep?” Ridge snidely asked. “I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.” It was a cheap shot that did not go unnoticed by Ridge, who briefly cut his eyes in Massimo’s direction to see if he was going to put Harvey in his place. However, Massimo was busy with other matters, and Harvey’s cheap dig went totally unnoticed by him. Ridge moved closer to Harvey and quietly stated, “You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.” Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing. “On that note, let’s get started with our meeting,” he said. … Nick looked handsome in a business casual blazer and slacks, with a soft ribbed sweater. He was not quite ready to join the suit-and-tie brigade just yet and figured this would have to do for now. Maybe his mother had a point about clothes making the man, he thought. He made a mental note to follow up on her suggestion that he visit a clothier to have some suits made. Nick’s assistant, Kimberlin, sat across from his massive desk and took notes while Nick explained what his expectations were. “I’m sure that I’ll feel like a fish out of water for quite some time but I’m counting on you to keep me on my toes,” Nick said with a charming smile. “I’ll do the best I can, boss!” Kimberlin replied with a wink. “Yikes! Please don’t call me that!” Nick laughed. “It’s Nick, okay?” “No problem,” Kimberlin said. “By the way, I understand that the board meeting is underway and that they’ll be calling for you shortly.” “Oh, joy!” Nick sighed. “So, tell me something, Kimberlin. What do you think they really want from me in there?” Kimberlin furrowed her brow and gave Nick’s question some thought before replying, “They’ll want the best that you’ve got, sir. They obviously thought you were the best man for this job; so don’t give them a reason to think they made a mistake. But, you can’t go wrong if you would just be yourself. No one could possibly object to that and they can’t take that from you.” _______________ Megan noticed the couple the moment they got off the elevator. They were a handsome couple and carried themselves with a mixture of pride and humility. There was a brief moment where they seemed slightly intimidated by their surroundings and a little hesitant; however, they quickly recovered and pressed forward as if they were on a mission. The lady stepped off the elevator first and was wearing a simple blue dress and a pair of sensible pumps. The man at her side was a bear of a man—imposing and powerfully built. However, his face was gentle and he reminded Megan of a gentle giant. Armed with the power of her convictions and what appeared to be a large white photo album, the lady walked with a determined gait toward Megan’s desk. “Good morning,” she said with a nod. “Good morning,” Megan responded politely. “How may I help you?” “I’m here to see Brooke Logan,” the lady simply stated with a small smile. Without missing a beat, Megan asked, “I’m sorry, but do you have an appointment?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, actually we do not,” the lady responded honestly, “but Ms. Logan will see us.” She said with certainty. Although Megan would have normally found a polite but firm way to get rid of the two visitors, something about their demeanor gave her pause. Perhaps they were related to Brooke, she thought. “If you could have a seat, I’ll let Ms. Logan know that you’re here. Whom shall I tell her is calling?” The lady breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for your kindness,” she replied. “I realize that we don’t have an appointment, but trust me. Ms. Logan will want to see us. You see, we are…” _______________ For the second time in as many days, Stephanie had a violent and emotional reaction to news about her sons that was devastating and unwelcome. In a repeat of the behavior she exhibited when she learned that Ridge would have to spend the night in jail, she threw her head back and balled up her hands into fists. She angrily shook her fists at the heavens and yelled, “Great merciful God!” Her tongue then vibrated against the roof of her mouth and she screamed unintelligibly. “GRRRRRR…BRRRRRR…GRRRRR!” Tears of anguish, disappointment and rage sprang to her eyes. “Why?! Why, do You see fit to punish me, Lord?” She wailed, heedless of how her audience would react. Darla’s eyes widened in shocked disbelief and her hand immediately went to her heart. She had known that Stephanie would be less than thrilled about the news of her pregnancy, but this reaction went beyond even her wildest dreams. Thorne merely grimaced and rolled his eyes in annoyance. What was next? He wondered. He would not have been surprised if Stephanie grabbed her heart and yelled, “Do you hear that, Angela? I’m coming to join you honey!” “Is she going to be alright?” A fearful Darla gulped. “Maybe we should, um, call a doctor for your mother.” She whispered. “To hell with her!” Thorne snapped. “There isn’t a thing wrong with her that a good slap in the face wouldn’t cure!” While Stephanie continued to “perform,” a shocked Darla gasped, “Surely, you aren’t going to slap her, are you?” “Don’t tempt me,” Thorne warned. He had finally had enough and grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders. “Mother, knock it off!” He yelled in an attempt to get through to her. “Get your hands off of me!” Stephanie screamed as tears streamed down her face. She jerked herself out of Thorne’s grasp. “You just do things like this to torture me, don’t you? First, it was Macy, whose social-climbing mother pimped her out. Then there was that Valley slut, who stole you from me just as surely as she stole your father and brother from me. But this—this is just too much for me to bear!” “Mother, I’m warning you—” “—and, I’m warning you! I will not allow this! Do you hear me? I will not stand by and allow you to ruin your life with this so-called pregnancy!” “You won’t allow? Excuse me, but where do you get off telling me you won’t allow something?” Thorne angrily asked. “You may not like it, Mother, but Darla and I are going to be parents and that’s that!” “Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!” “What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded. “Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!” _______________ Wonderful! However, I am DYING to know who this couple is who is there to see Brooke. Please let it be someone on her side, God knows she needs all the support she can get right now.
I love these lines:
“I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.”
“You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.”
Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing.
Gotta love Harvey, he has Ridge's number, doesn't he? Like Harvey, I would be about to LMAO as well.
And Hag is nuts. One would think a woman who blathers about family as much as she does would be thrilled at having another grandchild. BITCH! How dare she smear Darla's reputation. I wish Thorne would slap her.
I loved these lines as well:
“Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!”
“What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded.
“Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!”
How rich is it that the old skank is accusing Darla of fraudulantly trying to pass her child off as a Forrester, considering the scam SHE pulled all those years ago.Giovanna, Stephanie is a real piece of, um, work. She's so nasty and vile that she doesn't even stop to consider how hurtful her words are to Darla. She simply doesn't care. Family values? only when the "values" are on her terms. And for her to accuse Darla of trying to pass her child off as a Forrester (as if they're royalty or something) is really rich. She only went over there to be nosy and to try to manipulate Thorne into her camp. She may have inadvertently pushed him firmly on the side of Eric thanks to her carping and despicable behavior. Ridge is such a joke and he's so arrogant he doesn't even realize it. As for Brooke's guests, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 30, 2009 14:08:57 GMT -5
Wonderful! However, I am DYING to know who this couple is who is there to see Brooke. Please let it be someone on her side, God knows she needs all the support she can get right now.
I love these lines:
“I’m sure you did,” Harvey said with a smile. “Oh, and in answer to your question, I slept like a baby. Sleeping with the same woman every night will do that for you,” Harvey said. He then upped the ante by muttering under his breath, “Perhaps you should try it sometimes.”
“You’re an ass, and one of these days, you’re going to regret messing with me.”
Harvey merely looked at Ridge and struggled not to burst out laughing.
Gotta love Harvey, he has Ridge's number, doesn't he? Like Harvey, I would be about to LMAO as well.
And Hag is nuts. One would think a woman who blathers about family as much as she does would be thrilled at having another grandchild. BITCH! How dare she smear Darla's reputation. I wish Thorne would slap her.
I loved these lines as well:
“Over my dead body you’re going to be parents!” Stephanie strenuously objected. “I won’t allow it!”
“What do you mean you won’t allow it? What is it you won’t allow?” Thorne demanded.
“Don’t try me, Thorne,” Stephanie warned. “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen!” Stephanie vowed. “And, I bet she really isn’t pregnant, and even if she is, it’s not YOUR baby!”
How rich is it that the old skank is accusing Darla of fraudulantly trying to pass her child off as a Forrester, considering the scam SHE pulled all those years ago. Giovanna, Stephanie is a real piece of, um, work. She's so nasty and vile that she doesn't even stop to consider how hurtful her words are to Darla. She simply doesn't care. Family values? only when the "values" are on her terms. And for her to accuse Darla of trying to pass her child off as a Forrester (as if they're royalty or something) is really rich. She only went over there to be nosy and to try to manipulate Thorne into her camp. She may have inadvertently pushed him firmly on the side of Eric thanks to her carping and despicable behavior. Ridge is such a joke and he's so arrogant he doesn't even realize it. As for Brooke's guests, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised! Her hurtful comments to Darla would take another post. How dare she call Darla an idiot? She is just like her son, referring to the woman as "Only a secretary." Meanwhile, she leeches off her daddy's money, has never worked a day in her life, and gets rich off the "Valley tramp."
And her screeching that Darla was trying to pass the baby off as a Forrester took real nerve, as she did the exact same thing with Ridge all those years ago. I am itching for either Thorne or Darla to throw THAT bit of hypocrisy in her face.
When she said, “I won’t allow this—this idiot to pass her bastard child off as a Forrester. It won’t happen," one of them should have said, "Oh, like you did with Ridge all those years ago?"
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Post by MissJr on Dec 1, 2009 16:53:08 GMT -5
Ridge looked around the conference room table and again wondered why he was even there. Having spent virtually all of his professional life surrounded by beautiful, creative people, Ridge summed up the majority of the people in the room as a bunch of tight asses. He did not care if these people had MBA’s or had come up through the ranks to acquire their seats on the board. To his way of thinking, most of the men were fools, and the women had no real sex appeal that he could readily see. Ridge could not fully appreciate that the female executives at Marone Industries dressed more conservatively than he was used to. As far as he was concerned, their lack of cleavage and refusal to wear revealing clothing meant they were trying to act like men. Ridge briefly scanned the faces of the people sitting around the large conference room table and curled his lip into a sneer. He couldn’t stand half the people in here, he thought. Ridge suspected that the feeling was quite mutual. Palmer Curtis could barely contain his disgust, and Ridge could not help wonder what he had done to incur the old fool’s wrath. Ridge also caught the look of sheer anger on Veronica Marcil’s face, which seemed to be silently saying, “ your ass is grass and I am the lawnmower!” Ridge was taken aback by her anger and was tempted to ask Veronica if his face had turned green or something. As the meeting moved forward, it was all Ridge could do not to openly yawn from boredom or to fidget in agitation. He mechanically flipped the pages of the first report and listened to Harvey drone on about the report’s contents while a couple of board members interrupted him with questions. It took a moment before Ridge realized that he was being addressed and all eyes were on him. “Ridge, do you have any concerns regarding the cost of the South China Sea project?” Palmer coolly asked. “Not really,” Ridge woodenly answered, as he remembered Massimo’s explicit instructions. “Really? That’s interesting…” Palmer commented. “I would have thought that since this is basically your baby that you would be a bit more concerned about the resources this company will have to expend—both in money and manpower—to ensure that this project is a success.” Ridge glared at the older man and was ready to throttle him. “Why don’t you let me worry about that?” He testily asked. “Or, is that a problem?” “Ridge…” Massimo said in a warning tone. “Actually, it’s no problem, Ridge,” Palmer said. “Perhaps you can give us an update from your previous report.” “I already told you I had it handled,” Ridge growled, “or are you deaf?” Palmer placed his hand on the handle of his cane and was 2 seconds away from using it to crack open Ridge’s skull. Go on and try it, Ridge challenged Palmer with his eyes. Harvey skillfully stepped in and steered the meeting onto a safer course. “Gentlemen, let’s table that issue for now and revisit it later, shall we?” Harvey suggested. Although his demeanor was strictly professional, he loved every minute of Ridge’s discomfiture. “I agree,” Massimo said in an authoritative voice that signaled the end of the discussion. “I can guarantee that Ridge will provide an update as soon as practicable. I believe this would also be a good time to get Captain Payne’s input. Not only will he be able to give us some insight from a seaman’s point of view, but he might be able to second-chair Ridge in this effort.” As the board members murmured their approval, Ridge merely looked at Palmer and smirked. It was a good thing Harvey saved that old fool’s ass, he thought. Otherwise, I would have gotten up and kicked his ass all over this conference room and—Ridge’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he realized what just happened. Wait! What the hell… A wide-eyed Ridge wondered. Popeye?! Second-chairing him? Not if he had anything to say about it! Before Ridge could open his mouth to object, however, Harvey took the issue a step further. “I believe we have a motion on the floor,” Harvey stated in a ringing voice. “I move that Massimo’s directive to have Captain Dominick Payne assist Ridge in revamping—uh—revising—ahem— updating his research on the feasibility of drilling in the South China Sea be put to a vote. Do I have a second?” “I second the motion!” Palmer triumphantly called out. “So noted,” Harvey said. “All those in favor of Captain Dominick Payne assisting Ridge in revising his research into the South China Sea project and in taking the lead to implement its conclusions, signify by saying aye!” Harvey was gratified when he was greeted by a resounding chorus of “Ayes!” However, he was ready to turn cartwheels when he noticed that Ridge’s silence signaled that he was the lone dissenter. “All those opposed?” Harvey asked, as he looked in Ridge’s direction and hoped to put him on the spot. Ridge looked up and noticed that everyone was watching him expectantly. In a split moment, he weighed the pros and cons of signifying his displeasure. As much as he wanted to rant, rave and rail against this “injustice,” what little common sense he possessed urged extreme caution. Did he dare to show off now, or suffer the consequences of Massimo cutting him off? In a move that shocked even him, Ridge managed to croak, “Aye! I won’t oppose the motion.” Not wasting a moment, Harvey announced, “The ayes have it! Let the minutes of our meeting reflect that by unanimous consent that Ridge Forrester and Captain Dominick Payne will co-chair this project together. Let the minutes also reflect that the board unanimously agreed that Captain Payne will take the lead in implementing the policies needed to get the drilling in the South China Sea underway.” Massimo nodded, signaling his approval. Although Ridge was his son and No. 2 man, business was business and he could ill afford another embarrassing effort from Ridge on something so vital to the company’s future. “Good! On that note, please ring Dominick and let him know that we are ready for him.” Massimo ordered. _______________ “Brooke?” Megan quietly called from the doorway of Brooke’s office. “What’s up?” A perturbed Brooke asked. “There are a couple of people here to see you. They don’t have an appointment, but…” Megan said haltingly. “I couldn’t exactly turn them away.” “Why not?” Brooke wondered. “I’m sorry, but I just didn’t have the heart to.” Megan apologetically said. “Are they from the media? Or is it someone from law enforcement?” A worried Brooke asked. “Actually, Brooke, these people seem rather, um, ordinary.” Megan explained with a simple smile. By now, Brooke’s curiosity got the better of her. “Really? Well, did they give you a name or explain what they wanted?” “They did—but I would rather let them introduce themselves to you and tell you for themselves why they’re here,” Megan replied. “Just bear with me for a moment while I go and get them.” Before Brooke had a chance to catch her bearings, Megan briefly left her office to retrieve her guests. After a few minutes, Megan returned and tentatively ushered Brooke’s guests into her office. Brooke was surprised by how accurate Megan’s description of the couple was, as they were, indeed, quite ordinary. She could also immediately see that they were ill at ease. The lady looked as if she was going to burst into tears at any moment, while the large man accompanying her wiped his hands on his slacks. Although she had a pretty busy day, Brooke understood Megan’s reluctance to turn the couple away. She stood and presented a professional picture, in a black pencil skirt, which was paired with a crisp white wraparound blouse and a pair of black sandals. Brooke wore her hair down that day, with a few strands tucked behind her right ear. Brooke quickly stepped from behind her desk and was a little surprised when the lady took a small step backward. “Hello, I’m Brooke Logan. Have we met before?” She politely asked. “Perhaps you two would be more comfortable if you had a seat,” Brooke suggested. Having planned this meeting and having rehearsed exactly what they would say, the couple now found themselves tongue-tied. They were finally meeting Brooke Logan! After a few moments passed, the lady extended her hand to Brooke. “Ms. Logan, please forgive us for interrupting you at work. I realize how busy you are and my husband and I promise not to take up too much of your time.” The lady nervously said. “Um, okay…” Brooke said as she idly wondered if she made a huge mistake. “I am, indeed, quite busy but, of course, I can spare some time for you. However, I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me, but I know absolutely nothing about you.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Logan. We may not have met before, but you see, we do have quite a bit in common.” The lady said. “We do?” Brooke asked. Then with as much distinction as possible, the lady announced, “My name is Minnie Pearl Baylor, and this is my husband, Roy Paul Baylor.” Brooke shook Minnie Pearl’s hand first and then shook Roy Paul’s. Minnie Pearl’s handshake was firm, and Brooke’s hand practically disappeared when she shook Roy Paul’s hand. “Well, it’s nice meeting you both,” Brooke said after the introductions were made. “I’m still at a loss though. You said we had a lot in common; I don’t understand.” Minnie Pearl smiled briefly. “You see, Ms. Logan, we are the victims of an evil, vindictive and despicable woman. Our daughter lost her life because of this woman, and we understand that you nearly lost yours.” Brooke squinted at the couple in confusion. Her first thought was that Stephanie had done it again. “I’m sorry—you said your daughter lost her life?” “Barbara Jean Baylor—our daughter was the truck driver who died when that Macy Alexander woman drove your car into the path of our daughter’s truck.” Minnie Pearl replied. “And, that’s what Minnie and I wanted to talk to you about, ma’am,” Roy Paul chimed in. Shocked, Brooke’s hand flew to her mouth and she audibly gasped. “Oh, my God! The accident!” Minnie Pearl nodded. “Excuse me, but that was no accident,” she tartly said. “You see, we desperately need your help, Ms. Logan. We’ve come looking for answers and we figured that since you were in the car that terrible day that you could provide them.” _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 2, 2009 13:11:03 GMT -5
Whoa, where do I begin?
I guess I'll start with Ridge. I have posted it before and I will post it again, he would last two seconds with my stepfather. If my two sisters, brother, or I dealt with a new job the way he is doing right now and Dad got the wind of it, we would get a blistering lecture, peppered with words like "Selfish," "loser," "spoiled," and "prima donna."
So, Ridge is bored, eh? Well, he just lost one job, only to get another one, he is damn lucky. A job is a job, and he needs to suck it up. I can just see him, not even bothering to hide his boredom. Idiot! His dig to Palmer was ill-advised and stupid, to say the least. Of course he hasn't given any thought to the money involved in his "Baby." I can imagine his working with NIck will try Nick's patience. It will be one bone-headed decision after another, just to engage in a pissing contest.
So, Minnie and Roy are the couple visiting Brooke, eh? I would never have guessed. I would have guessed her parents had returned to assure that her dumping Ridge was the right call to make. I liked the way she and Megan reacted to the couple, it shows that both women have hearts. I am interested in what Brooke tells them. Looks like Macy is going to get hers, which I want, but at the same time, I like Sally and CJ and wonder how this will affect them.
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Post by lalogan on Dec 7, 2009 16:51:08 GMT -5
Hehe...so Widge is going to be forced to work alongside Nick, and what's more, his own laziness and stupidity brought it on. Oh, the wimp will try to turn it into a pissng contest, but I imagine FatAssimo will quickly cuff his dumb son -- he's finally realized that while blood is thicker than water, he simply cannot afford Widge's incompetence and laziness, and he certainly can't afford to have Widge worsen th situation because he wants to get back at Nick. If Widge tries to undermine Nick or otherwise engage in his jealous buffoonery, FatAssimo will have no choice but to let him go. He's a businessman, after all, and he's already let Widge get away with too much.
That scene between Brooke and the Baylors was very touching. I wonder if they will form a friendship. Brooke can tell them her side of the story, which will poke even more holes in Macy's "poor little me" whinings. She's such an idiot. If she had just kept her stupid mouth shut, and taken solace in the fact that she's alive, in good health, successful, and surrounded by family and friends who love her, she wouldn't be in this situation now. But no, she had to go and invent a sob story which presents her as the blameless victim, so as to "get back" at Brooke, and Thorne. Now the fact that she killed a woman who actually was a blameless victim, is coming back to bite her on her nasty behind.
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