<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:02:15.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasantview Prosperity</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my Pleasantview Prosperity Challenge. This story is inspired by my love of mystery and suspense. My last prosperity followed a murder mystery theme and I was devastated when I lost my neighborhood through a computer mishap. So for my next prosperity I decided to tackle the most famous sim mystery of all - Bella Goth's disappearance from Pleasantview. I hope you enjoy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-2519363937069153822</id><published>2007-10-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T08:41:55.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Score Board</title><content type='html'>2009 UPDATE: A few folks have asked if I plan to post here again. Unfortunately the answer is no. I stopped blogging last year when juggling home life, work, and gaming became too much for me. I found I had too little time for blogging. I have since switched to a new computer and this neighborhood is no more. Thank you for following my Pleasantview Prosperity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, life is back to "normal" again and I am now blogging my TS3 games over here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quicksilverlegacy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://quicksilverlegacy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simofthemonth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://simofthemonth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Score End Week 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM POINTS: 67&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBORHOOD POINTS: 16&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY POINTS: 15&lt;br /&gt;OFB POINTS: 0&lt;br /&gt;ON-GOING BONUS POINTS: 10&lt;br /&gt;PENALTY POINTS: -1&lt;br /&gt;STARTING NET WORTH: -9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON-GOING TOTAL: 98&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just 26 sims in game (1 dead) living in 8 houses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-2519363937069153822?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2519363937069153822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=2519363937069153822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2519363937069153822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2519363937069153822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/score-board.html' title='Score Board'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-2807293408132223271</id><published>2007-10-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:16:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Episode&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Location: The Goth Mansion on a Cold Winter's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54017bd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mortimer's Urn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents of Pleasantview are gathered in the Goth Mansion to say farewell to Mortimer Goth. Mortimer had been a well known and respected member of the community. He had been especially admired for his scientific contributions to society. His most notable discovery being the Elixir of Life which is still secretly imbibed by several Pleasantview sims. He had also been respected for his loyalty to his beautiful but wayward wife, Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_6dae6a73_0db0f1ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mortimer and Family in Happier Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moving ceremony and plentiful food and drink, Alexander stands and calls for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54290b57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexander Calls for Attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Friends, neighbours and family. We’re assembled here to say goodbye to my father, Mortimer Goth. Cassandra and I have already talked at length about Dad and we’ve all had a chance to enjoy some food, wine and fond memories. But there is something else I must tell you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander’s voice is grave and he shares a sad look with Cassandra. He and Cassandra are the only sims to know what is coming next. It has been a difficult decision but they know they are doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_f4291035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexander and Cassandra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Before my father died he wrote a letter and left it in the safe keeping of his solicitor. The contents of the letter affect many here and I would like to read it now. It concerns the death of my mother, Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a ripple of curiosity across the room. Nina catches Don Lothario’s eyes and reaches out to hold his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: *Reading from letter* &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greetings all! If you are hearing my words today then someone has been accused of my wife’s murder. I intend to give this letter to my solicitor with instructions to pass it to my son in the event of an arrest. I can guess which unfortunate sim has fallen under suspicion. And though I have my own reasons for feeling anger towards Don Lothario, I do not wish for him to suffer false accusation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of Don’s name, Nina jumps up angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_34291113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina Reacts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: I don’t think we need to go through this. The police have dropped all charges against Don. What do we all gain by dragging up the whole horrible mess again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Shush, Nina. It’s OK. I can defend myself. I am sure everyone knows about my arrest and that I have been cleared. In fact, I suspect Mortimer’s letter may have helped clear my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander nods in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Yes, that’s correct. I showed the letter to the police and together with other evidence it was enough to ensure your unconditional release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: But what I want to know is why was I arrested in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina looks worried and glances over at her sister. Nina knows full well why Don was arrested but she hasn’t had the nerve to tell him. After calling Dina, the two sisters had met for coffee and finally reconciled their differences. As Nina hesitates, torn between her husband and sister, Dina bravely speaks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_14290c24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don Lothario and Dina Caliente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh Don, I am so sorry. It was me… I told the police all about seeing you that night. You know I saw you alone with Bella - right by the lake. I had kept it secret for so long and I couldn’t bear it any longer. It was eating me up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: But Dina, I tried to explain to you. I didn’t hurt Bella. Yes, I was there that night but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_74290c02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don and Dina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: *Interrupting* It’s OK, Don. My Dad’s letter explains everything. Perhaps I should continue reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don sighs miserably. He has no desire to relive the events of that night but it is unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Yes. Please go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander resumes reading from Mortimer’s letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don is innocent of murder, although he is by no means an innocent man in my eyes. But let me start at the beginning. I always knew Bella enjoyed dalliances. However we had an understanding and she was discrete. I never met her “friends” and I always came first in her life. But then Don Lothario moved to Pleasantview. Don was a neighbour and should have been off limits. Bella had learnt that lesson some years ago when I caught her flirting with Skip Broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing her first husband’s name, Brandi lets out a loud sob. Remington turns to his wife with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_34290ddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandi Cries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Brandi, are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi says nothing, her eyes fill with tears of horror and fear. Alexander is uncertain how to proceed, he glances from Brandi and then back to the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Honey, please answer me. Do you want to leave? Nobody is forcing us to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_14290e30.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remington Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi stares around at her neighbours, wondering how she can face them and the contents of Mortimer’s letter. She is incapable of speech but mutely shakes her head. Alexander takes this as permission to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had forbidden Bella to see Skip and to be certain I had notified Skip’s wife of his infidelity. I knew Brandi would keep her husband in line. Unfortunately, I had not realized how deeply Brandi hated Bella. I am sorry for causing you so much pain, Brandi. If I had known I would have handled matters differently and perhaps Skip would be alive today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi breaks down weeping uncontrollably. Alexander is at a loss and turns to Remington for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_34290dd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandi Breaks Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: I’m sorry for this. Maybe I should stop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is interrupted by Brandi’s timid voice. She turns her tear stained face towards Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: No don’t stop. It is true I hated Bella and her flirtation with Skip was more than I could bear. I could not touch Bella and so I turned my hatred on Skip. We were… building a new swimming pool at the time. Skip was outside and… and I heard his screams… I felt so much anger… You see… I ignored his cries for help. I thought… I thought it would serve him right if he was hurt. But I didn’t mean him to die. I didn’t…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54290de9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brandi Speaks Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: It’s okay, Brandi. Nobody is blaming you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: But I felt terrible and I blamed Bella for everything. I wanted to make her suffer as I had. I even sent her anonymous letters pouring out my anger and loathing. I’m so stupid…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Brandi. Please – stop punishing yourself. You’ve done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi wipes away her remaining tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d4290de4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington reaches out and gathers his wife in his arms, all the time murmuring reassuring words into her ear. Once again, Alexander resumes reading from Mortimer’s letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since Skip, Bella respected my wishes and kept her liaisons far from home. But she couldn’t resist the young and handsome, Don Lothario. She started spending time alone with him. One evening, I overheard Bella on the phone. She was planning to meet Don by Pleasantview Lake. I was angry and upset and so I followed Bella to the lake.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: So Mortimer was there as well? That’s strange Dina and I only saw Don and Bella that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54291120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina Lothario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Shush! Let Alexander finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I kept my distance and watched the pair greet each other on the bridge. The moon was shining brightly that night and I could see everything quite clearly. I saw Bella pass something to Don – I think it was money. They talked a while and then Bella reached up to kiss Don goodbye. That kiss was too much for me. Without thinking, I rushed forward to break them apart. And that was when it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_b4290cd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don Lothario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alexander reaches this critical point in the tale, Don groans loudly. Cassandra looks pityingly at Don. She wonders how she ever came close to marrying this man. Not only had he wooed her mother, but also half of Pleasantview. She smiles happily at her husband; Darren Dreamer is nothing like Don Lothario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d4290cc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darren Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra notices that Alexander is weeping and she gently takes the letter from her brother’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Why don’t you take a rest, Alex. I can read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d429100a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alexander and Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander surreptitiously wipes away his tears and smiles thankfully at Cassandra. Although he has read the letter many times, it still hurts deeply to think about his father’s pain and his mother’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Reading from letter* &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled Bella from Don’s arms but she struggled against me. I had approached from behind and so Bella could not see my face. She must have assumed I was an attacker. Bella snatched herself out of my grip and at that moment a part of the bridge wall gave way. I tripped and grabbed onto Bella to regain my balance. But I only succeeded in pushing Bella closer to the broken wall. I watched as she staggered and eventually plunged into the black water below. I was devastated. I tried jumping in after her but Don prevented me from following. It would have been certain death, nobody could survive that drop. You see – it was my fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Mortimer Goth, caused Bella to fall into the lake and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d4290f91.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cassandra Reads the Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra pauses and gazes around the stunned company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Brandi is still being comforted by Remington. Dina is staring glumly at her sister and Don. The expression on Nina’s face is more difficult to read. Is she angry or relieved? Of course, Nina knew about Don’s love interests but his involvement with Bella Goth is a more complex matter. In truth, Nina is too exhausted to know what to think. She has faced the possibility her husband is a murderer and now discovers he witnessed Bella’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_3429113e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina Contemplates the Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pleasant family are standing quietly in the corner. Mary-Sue’s mind is far away from Bella Goth. She is eyeing Dina and Bill Caliente. Mary-Sue recently found out about Dina’s new career in the police force and is disturbed by this turn of events. Dina and Bill are two of her most reliable contacts and have performed various “services” on her behalf. Mary-Sue is startled out of her reverie by the sound of her own name. She realizes Cassandra is still reading from Mortimer’s letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_f4290b74.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cassandra Continues the Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So now you all know the truth of the matter. I beg you to indulge me a short time further as I wish to say a few words to my friends and neighbours. Mary-Sue and Daniel Pleasant, please forgive my wife for gossiping about your small “troubles” with the athletics club. Bella told me about the papers she saw at your house but I was not the one who informed the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don squirms guiltily. He had informed the police of the Pleasant’s fraud when they had questioned him about Bella. He had hoped it would distract from their line of questioning. Don and Mortimer had sworn never to talk about the manner of Bella’s death. Both had too much to lose. Mortimer did not wish the world to know he had caused his wife’s death and Don hoped to keep his involvement with his fiancée’s mother a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_34290af0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don Lothario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brandi, I also hope you can forgive Bella and me for causing you so much heartache. I believe Remington is a good man and I pray you can now put the past behind you and find some peace. Cassie, my little girl, I am happy you have found a caring man in Darren Dreamer. I tolerated your engagement to Don because I had little choice; we both had secrets to keep and I had vowed not to interfere with my children’s choices. Nevertheless, you made your father very happy the day you married Darren. Alexander, I have few worries about your future and am proud you will carry on the Goth name. I pray you and Cassie can forgive your parents for behaving so foolishly. Nina and Dina Caliente, what can I say? I apologise for misleading you both and allowing you to suspect Don. You are beautiful girls, if a little meddlesome! I wish you all the best for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_342910da.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina and Dina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra is reaching the end of the letter now. She is exhausted and glad the ordeal is nearly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, Don Lothario. You saved my life that night. If you had not stopped me, I would have followed Bella to the bottom of Pleasantview Lake and my children would have lost both parents. So, I find myself in your debt. Perhaps that one good action cancels out the pain you have caused my family. Besides I have many faults and it is not for me to judge another man’s actions. I pray God will forgive us both for what we have done. Goodbye all and God bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_94290bc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cassandra Finishes the Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra sadly lays the letter to one side and reaches out to embrace Alexander. Their neighbours and friends quietly depart, leaving sister and brother to mourn the loss of their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_f4291031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander and Cassandra Embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-2807293408132223271?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2807293408132223271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=2807293408132223271' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2807293408132223271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2807293408132223271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_6dae6a73_54017bd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-5884184072301243300</id><published>2007-10-09T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:19:53.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau Broke (G1, Knowledge, Top Education)&lt;br /&gt;Bella Goth (G2, Finance, 6 Pets Top Career)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is now president of the Pi Lamda Greek House. After waving goodbye to the departing seniors she wastes no time drumming up new membership. Bella’s first call is to Dustin’s younger brother, Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_94128573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Hi, Beau… Yeah, it’s great… Why don’t you come round and see for yourself? I’m not doing much at the moment… OK, see you in ten. Bye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_541285b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau arrives at the Greek House and Bella rushes out to greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_54128623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Hi Beau. How’s things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Good thanks. Wow, so this is where my brother hung out for most of his senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: It’s cool isn’t it. We have a party room and separate study area. Upstairs, we have two private rooms and one dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_9417bd48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: This sure beats living in dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Well… You could live here too. Why don’t you pledge this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_b4128619.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella turns on the charm and reaches out to touch Beau’s forearm with her fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Of course you. We have to uphold the Pleasantview tradition. It’s just you and me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Bella’s touch a thrill runs through Beau’s body. He can see why his brother is smitten with this girl. When she looks at you with those sultry eyes it’s hard to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: OK, I’ll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau isn’t the only one to feel something when their skin touched. Bella is drawn towards Beau. He reminds her of Dustin yet he is also different. He has the same strong features and fair hair but he’s more light-hearted than his big brother. Bella is disturbed by her feelings and quickly pulls away from Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: I’m glad that’s sorted. So I’ll see you for the pledge ceremony on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau watches as Bella walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_9412862e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: *Thinking to self* Damn she’s gorgeous. OK, pull yourself together. Bella is definitely off limits. She’s going to be your sister-in-law and nothing more. Boy is Dustin one lucky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the year, Beau is a regular visitor at the Greek House. He and Bella grow close but Beau is careful to avoid any physical contact. He hasn’t forgotten the thrill he felt the first time Bella touched his hand. Bella also suppresses any temptation to flirt with Beau. She convinces herself that he is just a good friend as well as being the brother of her fiancée. After one late night party, Beau stays behind to help Bella clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: What a great night. Hic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: *Slurring* D’you have the hiccups again? I told you not to down so much beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Oh, yeah? As if you didn’t have your fair share of the keg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella staggers and Beau reaches out to catch her. Beau pulls Bella back onto her feet but doesn’t let go. Bella stands stock still for a while. The music is playing in the background and she starts swaying in time to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_b41286a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, Beau pulls Bella closer. He also begins moving his body to the music. Bella gently rests her head on Beau’s shoulder, enjoying the feel of his strong arms about her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_d41286d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a cat screams outside and the two jump apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: I… best be going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yes, of course. Er… thanks for helping clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Sure, see you in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yeah, Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Bella wakes up with a pounding headache. She groans and rolls over to look at her alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Christ! It’s nearly noon. What on earth happened last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her brain is groggy and she can’t quite remember going to bed. Then, abruptly she recalls dancing with Beau. Did she really hold onto him so tight? And did it truly feel as good as she remembers? It must have been the drink that caused the warm glow. But as Bella goes about her daily life she finds her mind continually drifting back to those few moments with Beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_7417bad8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day is Sunday and Bella is working on her term paper. She is startled by a loud knocking on the door. Bella tries to ignore the sound; she isn’t in the mood for company today. However, the visitor is persistent and eventually Bella gives in and goes to answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_9417bc57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Dustin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Hello, gorgeous. Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: It certainly is. Why didn’t you call first? I’m in the middle of my term paper and I haven’t even washed my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Well you look beautiful enough to me. I tell you what - I’ll help you finish your paper and then I’ll take you out for a nice romantic meal. So are you going to invite me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_7417bc42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yes, of course. Come on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella steps aside, wondering why she isn’t more excited to see her fiancée.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, Dustin and Bella are returning home from dinner when they spot Beau loitering outside the Greek house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_9417bd71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Dustin. What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Visiting my fiancée. But what are YOU doing here? It’s nearly One O’ Clock in the morning. Do you always visit this late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: *Defensively* I am a member of this house you know. So, yeah, I visit whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_3417be00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella looks at the two brothers. There’s tension in the air and she doesn’t like it. Can Dustin sense how close she’s grown to his younger brother? Could Beau be jealous of Dustin? Bella eyes Beau and her heart leaps at the sight of him. He looks so dejected and Bella longs to embrace him. But of course she can’t.  She graduates in less than a month and will return to Pleasantview and the new house Dustin has built for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau mutters something under his breath and leaves before he gives into temptation to punch his brother. Dustin looks confused but shrugs off the episode. He turns to Bella and kisses her firmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: So, shall we go inside? It’s been a while since we’ve shared a bed together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella forces herself to smile and leads Dustin up to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_13fc9562_5417bdf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/confession.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-5884184072301243300?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5884184072301243300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=5884184072301243300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5884184072301243300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5884184072301243300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/university-round-4.html' title='University Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_94128573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-1067701331289943772</id><published>2007-10-09T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:50:23.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harris Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Harris House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Remington Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Luke Harris (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi, Remington and Luke move into their new home. It’s a two bedroom bungalow with a separate outbuilding which they plan to convert into a shop. On arrival, Brandi pauses outside and looks up at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_b40868d3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well here we are, Luke. The start of a new life. What d’you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Lello house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, sweetie, it’s yellow. Shall we go explore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Lukie wanna see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi laughs and takes her youngest son inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_74086878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington and Brandi waste no time building their dream. After handing in their notice to their employers, they start on construction. First, they build a small pond and a vegetable garden. Brandi soon discovers that fishing is both enjoyable &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;profitable. Whereas, Remington prefers talking to plants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_b4087ae4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington also calls the foster agency. After a vigorous inspection, the Harris family are declared fit parents and the agency approves their application. But before they welcome a new child into their home, Remington takes time to explain their plans to Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: So, Luke, how would you like another sister or brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_f4087be6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: A what? But… I thought Mom… Well, you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: You thought Mom was too old to have any more kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke flushes bright red. He knows all about how babies are made but he isn’t comfortable having this conversation with his Dad. Remington takes pity on his embarrassed son and rushes to explain further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_34087be0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: No, we aren’t planning to have a baby of our own. We would like to adopt a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Oh! Er… I dunno… would I have to share my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Yes, you would. Would that be so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: I suppose not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington decides not to push any further. Luke has enjoyed his parents' undivided attention all his life. But he’s a good kid and Remington is confident he will adapt to the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Alvin joins the Harris house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_54087ded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's mother gave birth to him at fifteen but she was more fond of drugs then caring for her son. The identity of Alvin’s father is uncertain. He was removed from his mother’s care when he was just a baby and has spent his early childhood moving from one foster home to the next. Brandi is the first to greet Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_74087e70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Hello, I’m Brandi. Welcome to your new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin surprises his foster mother by reaching up and hugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_d4087e1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: Thank you, Mrs Harris. This is amazing – I’ve never been to a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Please, call me Brandi or… Mom. Whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: OK, Mom! Can I see my bedroom now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_94087e62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi is taken aback by Alvin’s confidence. But she’s glad she can offer this outgoing child a fresh chance in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin easily adapts to the Harris way of life. He helps out in the garden and is a competent fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_94087fa5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works out so well that when the foster agency contacts the Harrises about another child who needs a home, they immediately say yes. One week later, Erik arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_940882b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik is less outgoing than Alvin but he’s a nice and playful kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Remington is able to implement the final phase in his plan. He works hard to convert the outbuilding into a small flower and fresh produce shop. While the children are at school, Brandi and Remington work in the store. Remington looks after sales while Brandi, who is now an elder, handles the cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_14088427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Good morning, Mrs Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, er… Mr Dreamer. It’s good to see you. Just one moment and I’ll er… add up your items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren hands over a ten simolean note and Brandi fumbles with the cash register. She traps her thumb in the cash drawer for the third time that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_3408844c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Ow! Sh*t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Are you OK, Mrs Harris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi blushes as several customers look up on hearing her loud expletive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, yes thank you. I’m sorry. It takes time getting used to this darn machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren laughs and eyes Brandi speculatively. There is something on his mind but he isn’t sure whether this is the right time to bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_54088434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Is there anything else I can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Well… yes. I was hoping to talk about the upcoming wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes. My step daughter and your son. Bella and Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Bella graduates from University soon and I was thinking the families should get together and celebrate the engagement. We could also discuss some wedding plans. You see this wedding is very important to my wife, Cassandra. She wants Bella to have a special day and we’re prepared to pay for the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Um, er… yes… a get together. That would be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Wonderful! I’ll ask Cass to give you a call. Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_34086877_14088414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi watches Darren leave; her heart feels heavy in her chest. So now she has to face Bella Goth’s daughter &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;her granddaughter. Why oh why did Dustin have to get involved with the Goth family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/university-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-1067701331289943772?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1067701331289943772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=1067701331289943772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1067701331289943772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1067701331289943772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/harris-round-4.html' title='Harris Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_34086877_b40868d3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-7533437296201054151</id><published>2007-10-09T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:35:11.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broke House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Remington Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Broke (G1, Finance, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Joe Broke (G2, Popularity, 20 Pet Best Friends)&lt;br /&gt;Luke Harris (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Broke House&lt;/span&gt;: Brandi and Remington had a baby boy, named Luke. Beau let slip that Dustin was engaged and Brandi assumed his fiancée was Angela Pleasant. Brandi confessed to Dina that she had sent the hate letters to Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi is catching up on her emails when Remington seeks her out. Remington wants to talk about the future. It is difficult to find much privacy in the tiny Broke house and so most important conversations take place in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_74086644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Sweetheart, now Dustin is coming home I think we should talk more about buying a place of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *Sighing* I guess we should. It’s hard to leave this place; it’s been my home ever since I was a little girl. My parents left me the house you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: I know, but don’t you think it’s time to move on? This house is hardly large enough for two families. And if Dustin and Angela are getting married then I’m sure they’ll want some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_b4086666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, you’re right. And maybe it would be nice to live somewhere else. There are so many memories in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: * Speaking quickly * Great! You see, I’ve found the perfect house. It’s not far from here. It has space for a garden and fishing pond. I’ve always wanted to grow my own food. I was thinking we could start a small home business. We could both give up our jobs, live off the land, start a foster home for unwanted kids…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi laughs at Remington’s obvious enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_b408668d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Please, slow down! You’re going a bit fast for me. Did you say – give up our jobs and start a foster home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Yes. I’ve always dreamed about being self-sufficient. We could grow our own food and sell the excess to our neighbours. And you’re such a great mother I’d really like to foster children. It would be the perfect environment to bring up kids. What d’you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_34086676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi hesitates. This is a big step but she finds the idea of a small-holding attractive. Brandi looks up into her husband’s eager face. How can she refuse him? She slowly nods and Remington lets out a joyful cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Dustin arrives home from university, Brandi tells him about their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_74086714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: I have some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: *Nervously* Actually, I have some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi smiles knowingly, she is still waiting for Dustin to announce his engagement to Angela Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Let me go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Um… OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: You know I’ve always wanted you to have this house. Well, Remington and I have purchased a small farm house not far from here. We will be moving with Luke as soon as we can pack up all our belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_540866fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Wow, Mom. I don’t know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: I think it’s time for me to move on. Besides, you may have a family of your own one day and will need more space…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Er, right. Actually that brings me to my news. I’m… er… engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi feigns surprise and embraces her son. She still wonders why he kept his engagement secret for so long but now she has a family wedding to look forward to, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_34086734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: That’s fantastic and when do you plan to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Well we want to wait until she graduates from University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: But I thought Angela graduated at the same time as you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: No, Mom, it’s not Angela. You see… I’m going to marry Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_540866f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi looks confused. Why is Dustin talking about Bella Goth? Was she so obsessed with the dead Bella that she misheard her son? And then she remembers little Bella Goth, Cassandra’s daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Mom are you OK? I hope you’re not too upset. You see, I love Bella very much and I’m sure you will when you get to know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, yes. Of course I will. Congratulations, Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_b4086700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi does her best to cover her shock and distress. She is grateful she won’t be around when Bella Goth’s granddaughter and namesake moves into the home she once shared with Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Brandi, Remington and little Luke move to their new home. Joe decides to stay with Dustin. He reckons his older brother will be less strict than his Mother. However, Dustin determines to take his guardian duties seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Hey, Joe. You’ve been going out on a lot of dates recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_b40c98f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Yeah, I know. It’s great. This one chick…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: *Interrupting* I don’t want to hear the details. I just want to say you need to stay home a few nights and catch up on your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Aw, come on bro’, it’s not like I’m getting bad grades or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_b40c985c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Listen, Mom told me to keep an eye on you and that’s what I intend to do. So, no more dates during the week and I want you home before midnight at weekends. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: But, Dustin, there’s this party on Saturday. I can’t be home by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Midnight and not a minute later. Now, that’s my final word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_740c990c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe eyes his brother angrily, wondering when Dustin became so dull and serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After agreeing the ground rules, Joe and Dustin get along well enough. Although, Joe still pushes his brother’s patience from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: It’s gone One O’Clock in the morning. Where d’you think you’ve been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_940c9784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Sorry, bro. my car broke down and, well you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_740c978f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having given this lame excuse, Joe looks guilty and skulks off to his bedroom. Dustin sighs and gets ready for bed himself. He has too much on his mind to be worrying about his teenage brother. Dustin has returned to a life of crime and is determined to make enough money to rebuild the house. He wants everything to be perfect for when Bella graduates and comes to live with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin emails Bella regularly, until one day he notices her replies are becoming less frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_340f1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: *Thinking to self* Still no word from Bella? I hope nothing is up. I wonder when she last emailed me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin taps away on the keyboard, and checks the emails he has saved in a separate folder called “Bella”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_340f12f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Hmm… 10 days ago and that was just a short note. Maybe she’s working too hard? Perhaps, I should go visit and make sure everything is all right. I know – I’ll surprise her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae7a30_140f1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this brilliant idea, Dustin switches the computer off and gets ready for bed. That night he dreams about Bella and her surprised delight when he appears on her doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/harris-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-7533437296201054151?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7533437296201054151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=7533437296201054151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/7533437296201054151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/7533437296201054151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/broke-round-4.html' title='Broke Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_2dae7a30_74086644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-5998949727469663474</id><published>2007-10-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:35:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caliente Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caliente House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina Caliente (G1, Fortune, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Caliente (G1, Fortune, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Leo Caliente (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Caliente House&lt;/span&gt;: Dina and Bill discussed their criminal activities and connections with Mary-Sue Pleasant. Dina told Brandi about her suspicions of Don Lothario and then called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina has joined the police force. Bill is shocked by this sudden and extreme career change. So he confronts his wife about her decision to exchange a life of crime for a uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: But I don’t understand, Dina, why the police force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_1411ae49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Come on, Bill. You know I wanted to leave the crime world. Now Leo is growing up, he may begin to suspect something. I don’t want him to be ashamed of his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: But the police force! I don’t know, Dina, it’s bad for business. Mary-Sue doesn’t want to deal with me any more and most of my old contacts are avoiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well why don’t you get out? I’m sure I could get you a position in the Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill shudders. Although he understands his wife’s desire to distance herself from the criminal world he knows life isn’t so simple. You can’t be a criminal mastermind one day and a police officer the next. There are repercussions and he’s scared he may have to pay for his wife’s change of career. But Bill keeps his misgivings to himself and decides to play for time. He stands up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_b411aeea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I’m not sure, love. Let me think on it a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caliente family are enjoying a lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_9411ac06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Mom? Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Dina both look up and smile indulgently at their only son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_9411ab5d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Who was Bella Goth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina chokes on her sandwich and looks sharply at Leo. Bill quickly answers for the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Bella? She was Mortimer Goth’s wife. Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: I saw her name in the paper this morning next to a picture of Uncle Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill notices his wife has turned an interesting shade of green. He doesn’t want to pursue this discussion in front of Leo and so he swiftly changes the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_9411ab9b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Leo leaves the table, Dina hunts for the newspaper and hastily scans the front page story. Dina groans and turns to Bill with anguished eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: They’ve arrested Don Lothario for the murder of Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Let’s see… It says here new evidence has come to light. I wonder what that can be? Oh Dina, I’m sorry. I know you and Nina have been distant for a long time but this must be quite a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: There’s more to it then that. You see, I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_f411abc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina hesitates; she has been longing to confide in Bill but is unsure how he will react. Criminals have a special code of honour and she knows Bill values loyalty above all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Yes, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: The thing is… I think I may be responsible for Don’s arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina watches Bill anxiously and is relieved when he sighs and then reaches out to hold her hands. It is a comforting gesture and Dina knows Bill will stand by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I think you better tell me everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is unaware of his parents’ concerns and skips through life with few cares of his own. He is popular at school; his status is no doubt helped by his star position on the football team. Bill and Dina are delighted when Leo smoothly transitions into a well adjusted teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_9411af80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Bill: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Leo, Happy Birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Thanks Mom, thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_5411b011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Congratulations, son. And what do you want in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: I dunno really. Maybe I’ll run a few businesses one day. But for now I just wanna hang out with my friends and maybe get to know some more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo flexes his muscles and grins up at his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_7411afb0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Now I got that football scholarship, I can go to Uni. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Of course you can, Leo. I’m so proud of you. Nobody in the Caliente family has ever gone to Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina hugs Leo fiercely. Leo is a bit disconcerted by his mother’s excessive emotion and gently extricates himself from her grasp. He loves his parents but sometimes things can get a bit intense at home. He will be glad to escape to University for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Leo is a teenager he starts to notice the opposite sex. The girls in his high school are delighted; many of them have their eye on the hunky football star and they compete for his attention. One pretty, young cheerleader is the first to win a date with Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_7411b6f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Ah, Leo, this has been the best date. Can we do it again some time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Sure, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Maybe we could go out to the movies or something. I mean I love staying in and watching football with you but it would be nice to go out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Oh, right, yeah. Movies… Let’s do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_9411b560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: So, how about this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Er… I have football practice on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: I know that silly. I meant after football practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_b411b582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Well… Usually the boys hang out afterwards and you know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is feeling a bit exasperated. She is used to boys needing some encouragement but Leo really is hard work. She pulls Leo close and presses her body against his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_f411b621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: So, I’ll meet you after football practice then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Mmm… OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca smiles triumphantly and seals the agreement with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Great, see you then. Bye Leo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone is ringing. Its incessant sound is irritating and since everyone else is out Dina answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_2dae895f_541275f7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hello… Oh, hi Nina… No, I don’t want to talk about this with you… What did you say?.. It’s OK? Wh…what d’you mean?... The police have let Don go?!.. Well, of course it’s great news… Er, yes, I’m happy for you… You want to forget our differences?... I’m sorry I sound a bit weird. I’m just a bit confused. So much has happened recently… Yes, I miss you too… Coffee? OK, then. I’ll see you tomorrow… Bye, Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina replaces the receiver in a daze. Why have the police released Don Lothario? And what is she going to say to her sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/broke-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-5998949727469663474?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5998949727469663474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=5998949727469663474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5998949727469663474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5998949727469663474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/caliente-round-4.html' title='Caliente Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_2dae895f_1411ae49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-433345602507979129</id><published>2007-10-05T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T17:33:58.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lothario Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lothario House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Lothario (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Nina Lothario (G1, Romance, 20 Woohoos)&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Lothario (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Lothario House&lt;/span&gt;: Don questioned Nina about her new business “The Love Nest”. Nina revealed that she and Dina had seen Don by the lake on the night of Bella’s disappearance. Don denied responsibility for Bella’s death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s mid-morning and Don Lothario is just getting up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hmm… I wonder whether I should surprise Nina by popping into the Love Nest? She spends far too much time at that club of hers. Maybe it’s about time I stirred things up a little bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_5405b66e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don leans back enjoying the feel of the hot water around his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Or maybe I should invite that nice Sophie Miguel around. It’s been a while since we’ve had any fresh blood in Pleasantview… But then again, maybe not. She is engaged to the Dreamer boy after all. *Sighing* Perhaps I’m getting too old for this game..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don eases himself out of the bath and starts to towel himself dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_7405b68c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: It was so much easier in my bachelor days. The women were more experienced and understood the Rules. Ah… Bella… you taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Bella flood into his brain and Don’s mood shifts from nostalgia to worry. The past has a habit of catching up with him. Don quickly dresses and checks his appearance in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_5405b6b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Well, at least I still have my good looks and charm… But are those worry lines or laughter lines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don continues to examine himself until it’s time to leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Sophia’s birthday comes round, Don had forgotten his preoccupation with the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Err… Dad… why does my stomach feel all funny? I think I’m gonna be sick…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_9405b8fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia spins as her family and the nanny look on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Congratulations, sweetheart! It looks like you’ve inherited the Lothario genes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_b405b91a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Excuse me? Those are Caliente eyes if I’m not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As her parents bicker, Sophia rolls her eyes and disappears up to her bedroom. She has a set of new clothes she can’t wait to try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hours later, Sophia goes to find her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Hey, Dad, thanks for all the birthday presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_7405baba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don appraises his daughter approvingly; she reminds him of his late mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: I’m glad you like them, honey. You look gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Umm… There was something else I wanted to ask you. The thing is - I’d really like to go to Uni next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_5405bade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Next year? But, sweetheart, you’re far too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: I’m not really. Bella went at the same age and I don’t see any point waiting. There’s so much I want to do. Please Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Don gives in to his youngest daughter. He finds it difficult to deny Sophia anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Sometimes it amazes me how I managed to produce two such intelligent and determined girls! OK, if it’s what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Thanks, Dad. You’re the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_b405baec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia hugs her father. She has grown into a financially minded sim, just like her half-sister, Bella Goth. Her life’s ambition is to reach the top of the Business career ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Saturday and the Lothario family are at home. There’s a loud knock on the door and Sophia goes to see who it is. She is surprised to find a police officer standing on the doorstep. The officer pushes past Sophia and strides into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_3405c6a5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Wh…what’s this all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Don Lothario, I am arresting you for the murder of Bella Goth. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_b405c6c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don cringes as the officer reaches for the handcuffs. At this moment, Nina walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_9405c6d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: What’s going on? I heard the doorbell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina’s eyes fall on the handcuffs and her husband’s panicked expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_5405c707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: No! This isn’t right. You can’t arrest my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer says nothing but calmly leads Don from the room. Nina and Sophia look on in helpless bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front door slams shut. Nina and Sophia stand motionless, both frozen by fear and shock. Sophia is the first to regain her wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_9405c74f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Mom, d’you know what this is all about? It must be a mistake, right? Dad can’t have done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina makes an effort to calm her terror and answer her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Of course, it’s a mistake, sweetheart. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll call a lawyer and we’ll have this all sorted in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: They said he murdered Bella Goth! But that all happened ages ago, why would they be arresting Dad? I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Nor do I, darling. But please don’t be scared. Come here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_adae8020_5405c796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and Sophia embrace, each gaining comfort from the other. Nina fights to push all doubt and alarm from her mind. She is certain Dina must have something to do with Don’s arrest. Surely the police can’t have any physical evidence of Don’s guilt. Nina clings to her daughter, praying the nightmare will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/caliente-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-433345602507979129?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/433345602507979129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=433345602507979129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/433345602507979129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/433345602507979129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/lothario-round-4.html' title='Lothario Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_adae8020_5405b66e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-8815956987263626153</id><published>2007-10-05T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:07:19.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Dreamer (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Dreamer (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Dreamer (G1, Finance, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Miguel (G1, Finance, Top Medical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Dreamer House&lt;/span&gt;: Bella made friends with Sophia Lothario. Cassandra told Bella that Don Lothario was Bella’s father. Darren and Cassandra were married. Bella grew up and rolled Fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk has returned from University and moved back home with his fiancée, Sophie Miguel. He is talking with his father in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Congratulations on your engagement, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_14041dd0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Thanks, Dad. You do like Sophie don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I think she’s charming. To be honest, I was relieved when you broke up with the Pleasant girl. I’ve never quite trusted that family. Whereas, Sophie is good for you. I’m sure you’ll both be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_14041de2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I appreciate that, Dad. But what do you have against the Pleasants? Lillith and I are still friends and her Mom and Dad seem OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hmmm… well, I don’t like to gossip. But, there’s talk around town about Mary-Sue. She’s been buying up a lot of real estate in Bluewater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: But there’s nothing wrong with that! I hope to do the same one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_34041dbf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You do? Well, be careful my lad. Rumour has it that Mary-Sue doesn’t take kindly to anyone opening a business in Bluewater. She doesn’t like competition, that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: But a bit of healthy competition never hurt anyone. Besides, what can one woman do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_b4041de9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You’d be surprised. Mary-Sue wields a lot of power in Bluewater and she isn’t afraid to fight dirty. I’ve also heard she’s training up your ex-girlfriend as her successor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Lillith? She wouldn’t fight dirty. We took some of the same business classes at Uni. I’m sure I’ll have no trouble from the Pleasants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_94042811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren decides to let the subject go. He knows more than his son about the underhand dealings of the Pleasant family. But there’s plenty of time for Dirk to learn the ways of the world for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_d404278f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra has just found out about Mortimer’s death. Dirk is with her when she receives the telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I’m sorry about your loss, Cass. Are you OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_f404236c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: I guess so. Although I’ve been expecting this, it’s still a shock. I’ll miss Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I think all of Pleasantview will miss your father. He was an influential man and touched many lives. Will there be a memorial or funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Alexander is making all the arrangements. But yes, there will be a memorial. It’s a shame he didn’t hang on long enough to meet his second grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_54042384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Grandchild? You and Dad are… having a baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra smiles cautiously at Dirk. Daren had been reluctant at first – they were both old to be parents and the thought of bringing up a baby in their latter years was a little daunting. But at Cassandra’s pleading, Darren had eventually relented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_b404235c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Yes, we’re having a baby. Do you mind? It may be a bit strange to have a new brother or sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Of course I don’t mind. This is great news! Congratulations, Cass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_34042374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra’s pregnancy progresses well and Darren adjusts to the idea of fatherhood. In fact, he’s now excited about becoming a father again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hello, little one, I’m your Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_f4042667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Oh don’t be silly, Darren, the baby can’t hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Of course he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_f404267f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra raises an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: He? So you think it’s a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes, a fine strapping lad. A football star and Nobel prize winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_f4042679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra smiles indulgently. Darren is such a good husband and she knows he will be a wonderful father to their newborn. Once again, Cassandra thanks her lucky star for saving her from marriage to Don Lothario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dinner time and the Dreamers are discussing Dirk’s business plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_3404283f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I can’t believe it. Every time I try to buy a business in Bluewater something happens to stop the sale going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: I know. I was amazed when we lost the Toy Store to a higher bidder. We were already paying over the odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_140427c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Mmm… I think you may be coming up against the might of the Pleasant family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: No way, Dad! They can’t own all of Bluewater. The last store we lost due to a legal technicality. Mary-Sue couldn’t possibly have predicted or arranged that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I think she could. Mary-Sue Pleasant has her finger in many pies, and I think she controls most of Bluewater one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_74042858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: But how does she do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I’m not sure but I suspect her methods aren’t entirely above board. Look, I think you should forget about owning a Bluewater business. I’d hate to see you get mixed up in anything nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I appreciate your concern, Dad. But I’m not giving up. I will build a business empire one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_b404276c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Maybe we could buy elsewhere? How about Sim City? There are some great business opportunities downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: That’s a marvellous idea! You could build up your own business empire well away from the Pleasants. What d’you think Dirk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_d404284f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Well… I hate to let Mary-Sue have everything her own way. But perhaps it would be easier to start out elsewhere. Then, once we’re established, we could try again in Bluewater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that agreed, the family conversation turns to other topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk arrives home from work and hears a commotion in the Living Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Ahhh….. Eeeee….! For god’s sake, do something Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_540437fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Err… right. Just breathe nice and deep… That’s it. Well done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Through gritted teeth* And stop patronising me… Oh, god, here comes another contraction. Aggghhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren looks on helplessly as his wife endures the first pains of labour. He’s not sure whether to remain silent or keep encouraging his wife. He is relieved when his son joins him in the room. However, Dirk takes in the situation at one glance and immediately turns on his heel. Darren reaches out to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oh no, son. You have to stay and watch. One day it’ll be your turn and it’s good to be prepared. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren grins evilly at his son. Dirk nods miserably and stands by his Dad to lend whatever support he can. Both are relieved when Cassandra eventually produces a healthy baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_edae8d77_940438de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Oh look, a boy! Let’s call him Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/lothario-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-8815956987263626153?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8815956987263626153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=8815956987263626153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8815956987263626153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8815956987263626153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreamer-round-4.html' title='Dreamer Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_edae8d77_14041dd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-6658957631968836735</id><published>2007-10-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:04:25.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pleasant (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue Pleasant (G1, Fortune, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;Lillith Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Military)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;: Mary-Sue went into business, buying up several establishments in Bluewater Village. Mortimer Goth and Angela Pleasant both questioned the source of funds used to purchase the businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith is home from university. Daniel greets her by the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Sweetheart, welcome home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_74018e79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Hi, Dad. How’s everything? Mom home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Your Mom’s out… as always. She’s at some business meeting I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Hey… everything OK Dad? You sound a bit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_f4018eba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I’m just great, honey. Please forgive an old man for wondering why his wife is away from home so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Oh, Dad. You know Mom loves her work. It’s not like you to worry about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: You’re right. Forget I said anything. Come on, I have some champagne on ice. Let’s celebrate your graduation and homecoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue is taking time out from her busy schedule to coach Lillith in the ways of the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_d402e8ae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Honestly, Mom, the sooner you give me some responsibility the better. I know all about income statements and balance sheets – I took a business course at Uni remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Darling, there’s a lot more to business than what they taught you at University. For example, you have to know your customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Sure – I learnt all that stuff too. Come on, Mom, give me a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: *Continuing as if Lillith hadn’t spoken* You must also know your competitive environment. What are your strengths? What are your competitors’ weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Yeah, but if you just let me prove myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_5402e87a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: And most important of all, you must take all this knowledge and make the right move at the right time. In fact, business is like a game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue casually moves her queen into position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Check mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith looks down at the chess board in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_9402e85f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: What? How did you do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Never take your eye off the prize, darling. You still have much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Lillith’s first day working in one of Mary-Sue’s businesses. Lillith is given a dull job restocking the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_5402f9e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith tires quickly of the mind-numbing and repetitive work. Nevertheless, she keeps her head down and works hard. She has learnt there’s no point arguing with her mother. By afternoon, Mary-Sue rewards Lillith by allowing her to serve some customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: You must try some of our organic produce – it’s grown locally using all natural farming methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_b402f935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you but I already have all the groceries I need. I couldn’t possibly buy any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Before you make up your mind, let me show you our tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Goodness. These are fresh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: And they’re only 2 simoleans each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_7402f94b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: OK, I’ll take some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith is surprised by how easy selling is. Customers treat her with renewed respect when they discover she is Mary-Sue’s daughter. Indeed, some customers and staff almost seem to fear her. Initially, this unexpected deference bothers Lillith, but she soon learns to enjoy the power it brings her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue and Lillith come home from a long day in Bluewater Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Mom, why won’t you let Dad work in the Company with us? He retired from the Athletics Club a long time ago. I can tell he’s bored sitting at home all day every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_7402e9af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue smiles grimly. It is becoming more and more difficult to keep anything from her daughter. Besides, one day Lillith will run the Company on her own. Perhaps it is time she stopped protecting her daughter from the murkier aspects of the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Well, darling, your father isn’t cut out for business. He is… careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Oh! You mean that time he was done for fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Yes, he really shouldn’t have got caught. If only he hadn’t involved himself with that dreadful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Dreadful woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_cdae71fd_5402e9a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Bella Goth of course! Your father’s carelessness and lust for Bella nearly ruined all my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Your plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Oh stop repeating everything I say! Yes, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;plans. You didn’t think the Athletics Club fraud was your father’s idea? He hasn’t got the brains to pull a scam like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: So it was all you..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Listen, Lillith, you’ve been around the Company for a while now. Haven’t you ever wondered where all the extra money comes from? The businesses are doing well but not well enough to generate so much cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Well… I have noticed various cash injections from our sponsors. I thought perhaps they might be silent partners or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Partners? PARTNERS! I’d never trust a partner. Getting your father involved was one of the worst decisions I ever made. He nearly ruined everything… or at least Bella Goth did. But wisely I had several financial interests that your father didn’t know about. Come on, I think it’s about time you learnt more about how the Company really operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue leads a confused but excited Lillith upstairs where she keeps her most secret accounts and correspondence hidden from prying eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreamer-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-6658957631968836735?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6658957631968836735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=6658957631968836735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6658957631968836735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6658957631968836735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/pleasant-round-4.html' title='Pleasant Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_cdae71fd_74018e79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-6843276114263848597</id><published>2007-10-05T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:59:54.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth Round 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goth House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer Goth (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Angela Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Goth House&lt;/span&gt;: Mortimer was home alone and showing signs of old age. Dina Caliente tried to speak with Mortimer about Bella’s death. Mortimer refused to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander and Angela have just arrived home from University. They hesitate outside before entering the Goth Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d400cd81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Oh let’s wait a moment. I’m not quite ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: What? Are you scared of my Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Well… maybe a little bit. What if he hates me? Your Dad has always had such strong views about everything and everyone in Pleasantview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d400cdb3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Don’t be silly – of course he will like you. Besides, you’re the woman I’ve chosen to be my wife and that’s all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela embraces Alexander. Not for the first time, she thinks how lucky she is to have finally noticed Alexander. Beneath his dorky ways, he has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_9400ce11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Mmm… and I love you. Now come on inside, we can’t keep Dad waiting any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without waiting for an answer, Alexander smoothly picks up Angela and carries her over the threshold of her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_b400ce01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is waiting in the hallway. He doesn’t look happy but Angela is prepared to do whatever it takes to charm the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Mr Goth, please accept this small gift as a thank you for welcoming me into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_7400cf2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Uh… a gift? For me? Why thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is quite touched by Angela’s unexpected gesture. A tear wells up in the corner of his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *In a faraway voice* It’s been a long time since I received a present. Bella used to buy me things. I remember once, she gave me a portrait of herself; it was painted by a local artist. Ah… Bella… why are you not here? What happened to you? Don… Don… what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer’s mind is clearly wandering and Alexander looks at his father in concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_3400cf45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Dad, are you OK? You know Mom died a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distant look disappears from Mortimer’s eyes and he jolts back to the present day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Of course, I’m OK. Absolutely fine! Thank you, my dear, for this beautiful gift. I hope you and Alexander are as happy together as I was with my sweet Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_3400cf54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these words, Mortimer shuffles out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander and Angela settle into their new life together. Angela wants to redecorate; she finds the Goth Mansion a little dark and gloomy. However, Alexander persuades her not to be hasty. He worries Mortimer will not take well to change. One afternoon, Angela is at work and Alexander seeks out his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, Dad, what are you up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54016dd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Oh, this and that. Sorting out some old photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: What is it, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: I’m worried about you. I heard you shouting Mom’s name in your sleep and you seem to spend more and more time living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_f4016df2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer sighs heavily and looks up at his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: You’re right. I do think about the past a lot. I miss your mother and… I feel my own time drawing to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Oh, Dad. Perhaps you should see a doctor? At the very least he could give you something to help you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: A doctor! I’ve never consulted a doctor in my life and I don’t intend to start now thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d4016dfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Okay, okay. But are you sure everything is all right? You also mentioned another name in your sleep… Don Lothario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer eyes his son thoughtfully. How much should he tell him? He doesn’t like keeping secrets from Alexander and now he’s an adult…Mortimer reaches a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: You know I loved your mother very much, But she wasn’t always an easy woman to live with. She had several… relationships with men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: I know what you’re saying, Dad, it’s OK. Cassandra and I have heard the rumours about Mom. But it doesn’t change anything. I know she loved us all just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Yes, she did. I think that may have been one of the problems. Bella had too much room for love in her heart and when young Don Lothario entered our lives…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer looks so sad Alexander can’t bear to let him continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: It’s OK, Dad. I’m sorry I brought all this up. I know - how about a game of chess? It’ll be just like old times, except this time I’ll beat you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela has taken up gardening; she enjoys the time alone and having an excuse to escape outside. Mortimer’s increasingly crazy talk disturbs her and Angela often seeks out the peace and quiet of the greenhouse. One day she is working outside when she here’s a dog barking. Angela goes to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54017aea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Hello handsome. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_3401774d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters is one of two new additions to the household. The other is Cartman, a lazy Labrador who likes nothing better than eating and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_74017853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela becomes quite attached to the two dogs and often finds herself sharing her problems with them. Butters is an especially good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Now then Butters we’re going to get you nice and clean. You want to smell good for Cartman don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: WOOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_3401839e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Come on, you can’t fool me. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Woof. WOOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: *Sighing* Your life is so simple, I envy you, Butters. Alex is pressing me to have a baby but I’m just not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_140183aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela helps Butters out of the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Hmmm… that’s an idea. Why don’t you and Cartman have puppies?! Perhaps a puppy or two will distract Alex from his own preoccupation with babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters shakes herself, covering Angela in a shower of water. It is difficult to judge whether she is pleased or upset by Angela’s suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Cartman and Butters are playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Woof! Mmm… You smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_540184fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Enough of your smooth talk. Now, catch me if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman and Butters chase each other round the garden for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Your bath took a long while today. What was Angela talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_74018514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Oh nothing much, just female talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: *Growling* Now don’t give me that - we quadrupeds stick together. So come on, spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters sidles up to Cartman and whispers in his ear. Cartman is a little shocked by what she says. Nevertheless, the next day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: After you, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Oh, you’re such a gentlepup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_1401874d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman follows Butters into the kennel. The two cuddle up close and one thing leads to another….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_740187a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Shush! I think I can hear someone outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Oh no. D’you think a biped saw us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carttman: I think it’s the maid sim. I can hear her laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters: Oh how embarrassing. I don’t think I can go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Come on gorgeous. Don’t be shy! We haven’t done anything the bipeds wouldn’t do. Hold your head up high and walk on out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_d4018818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little more encouragement, Butters steps gingerly out of the kennel. She pretends not to notice Kaylynn who is obviously greatly amused by something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_740187b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lazy Sunday morning when Mortimer eventually passes away. Although he is expecting it, Alexander is devastated by the loss. He spends many hours mourning his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_94017c1b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with Mortimer's passing, perhaps the residents of Pleasantview will now move on and forget the horrors of the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies Moritmer Goth&lt;br /&gt;Beloved Husband, Father and Grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/snapshot_6dae6a73_54017bd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/pleasant-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-6843276114263848597?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6843276114263848597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=6843276114263848597' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6843276114263848597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6843276114263848597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/goth-round-4.html' title='Goth Round 4'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%205/th_snapshot_6dae6a73_d400cd81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-8470619898352262123</id><published>2007-09-30T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:39:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;University&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Lillith Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Military)&lt;br /&gt;Angela Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Law)&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Dreamer (G1, Finance, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Broke (G1, Finance, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Miguel (G1, Finance, Top Medical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith has rented a small house on the edge of campus. She has a grand plan and is wasting no time in putting it into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Hello? Is that the Greek Office?.. Yes, my name is Lillith Pleasant and I would like to apply for a Charter… Yes… yes, of course… I’ll be right over and fill in the forms… Thank you. Bye-Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_b3fc9576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith replaces the receiver and starts humming merrily to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is visiting her sister. She is the first person to pledge into Lillith’s new Greek House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: I’m so excited you decided to pledge. We’re going to be the biggest Greek House on Campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_f3fdcc22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Well… I’m not sure what help I will be. I quite like it in dorms and I don’t think I really belong in a Greek House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Don’t be silly sis. Of course you do! You like people don’t you? Just you wait and see – we’re going to be so popular. And imagine the parties we’ll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela looks sceptical. Her sister always has big ideas but Angela prefers a quieter life. She has never felt as attractive or interesting as her twin. Lillith notices Angela’s hesitation and appraises her sister thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: You know what you need? A new look. You’ve had the same hairstyle for 10 years now. Come on, come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_f3fdcc06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith grabs Angela’s hand and drags her inside. After several hours with her styling scissors and makeup bag, Lillith is ready to reveal the new Angela Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Dada! What d’you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela stands stock still. She barely recognises herself and isn’t altogether comfortable with her new style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_b3fdceeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Come on, Sis. Don’t you love it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela peers closely at her make-up and shorter hair. After some time, she smiles shyly at her image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_f3fdcedd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Y…yes. At least, I think I do. Oh, Lillith, it’s going to take some getting used to. But yes… yes I like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela hugs her sister and Lillith breathes a sigh of relief. For a moment there, she thought her sister was going to let her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_13fdce8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek House membership is growing fast. The Pleasants pledge all their friends from Pleasantview and Dustin is a regular visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_53fdd43e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Mmm… this is nice. Why don’t you move in? Let’s face it – you practically live here and it would save you from shuttling between here and dorms all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Oh, I don’t know, Ange. Dorms are fun. Dirk and I like it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_33fdd40b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: I was asking you, not Dirk Dreamer… Though, Dirk would also be welcome, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Yeah, I know. Let me think about it. Now, come here and give me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_93fdd44c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Goth lives in dorms with Dustin Broke and Dirk Dreamer. He doesn’t really fit in and is conscious of his looks and awkward mannerisms. So, he is taken aback when Angela Pleasant asks him to pledge into their Greek House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_94006196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: You… you want me to pledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: ‘Course we do. Come on Alex, you’re the only Pleasantview Sim not to join up. We need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_b400619e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Uh… well, if you’re sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is flattered by the attention. He’s never been part of the in crowd and the Pleasant twins are so popular he didn’t expect them to take any notice of him. Not for the first time, he notices how Angela has changed since coming to Sim State. At high school, he’d had a crush on Angela – she had been more approachable than Lillith and had always been kind to him. But now there’s something different about her – she seems more sure of herself. This makes her even more appealing in Alexander’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Hey, I hear you won the State Chess Championship. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Oh, it was nothing really. Just a few geeks and a chess board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: It’s not nothing. In fact, I play a little chess myself. Maybe you could give me some tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: *Incredulous* Y… you play chess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_54006207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Yeah – Lillith and I learnt at home. I used to beat her all the time – it made her so mad! But I don’t play much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and Alexander talk about chess for a while and then move onto other topics. Alexander begins to relax – he discovers he has more in common with Angela Pleasant than he expected. When it’s time for Angela to leave, he feels a pang of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: So, you’ll come by the house tomorrow and meet the other pledges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Er… sure. I’ll see you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Great. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_d40061dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander watches Angela leave; his eyes linger on her rear view until she’s no more than a dot on the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the final semester and Dustin Broke is still living in dorms. Most of his Pleasantview friends have moved into the Greek House. Only Alexander Goth and Dustin remain in dorms. One day, Dustin notices a new girl. She looks vaguely familiar but he can’t quite place her face. He is surprised when he sees Alexander Goth talking familiarly with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_74006714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, Bella, I thought you started next semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Hey, Uncle Alex, it’s good to see you. I came up early to look round and find somewhere to live. D’you mind showing me round? Or will that be a bit weird? You know – having your niece hanging around. I don’t want to cramp your style or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_b400674f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hmph! Looking like that, I don’t think you’re going to cramp my style. Come on - let’s get you a room sorted first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is Bella Goth. Dustin remembers Bella as a little girl but can’t equate this beautiful young woman with the girl he knows only as Alexander’s niece. It doesn’t take long for Dustin to arrange an introduction to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Hi, Bella. I’m Dustin. I don’t know if you remember me but I come from Pleasantview as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_940067a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Sure I remember you. It’s nice to see you, Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: You’re new round here, right? How about we grab something to eat and I’ll tell you all about the best places to hang out on campus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_54009e78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin doesn’t wait for an answer and confidently draws Bella towards the cafeteria. He wants to prolong this conversation as long as he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: So have you chosen you major yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_540068a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: No, not yet. I’m thinking about Economics. I’m interested in business and finance you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin’s eyes light up. He doesn’t know any girls who share his love of finance, except Sophie Miguel of course. But Sophie is Dirk’s girl and he’d never steal a girl from his best mate. Dustin and Bella spend a happy hour talking about finance and their dreams for the future. By the time Dustin has to leave for class he has forgotten all about Angela Pleasant. All he can think about is Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_3400688f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Dustin seeks out his friend, Dirk Dreamer. His mind is in turmoil and he needs to confide in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Hey, dude. Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_9400716a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin wastes no time in getting to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: I’m not sure – I think I’m in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_54007125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: *Rolling his eyes* Yeah, yeah. You and Angela have been together forever. What’s new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: No… I don’t mean Angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk raises his eyebrow. He examines his friend closely to see if he is joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: OK. Go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Actually, it’s your step sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: My what?! My step sister..? Oh my god – you mean Bella?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_1400712f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Yeah, I mean Bella. Have you seen her recently? She’s gorgeous. That body…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: *Interrupting* Whoa... steady on, dude. This is my step sister you’re talking about. I’d rather not think of Bella in those terms. Her Mom is married to my Dad remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Yeah, sorry, man. But I just can’t stop thinking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_7400711d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: So you think this might be serious? What about you and Angela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin sighs miserably. He has no clue whether it’s serious nor what to do about Angela. He and Angela Pleasant have been together since middle school. Dustin has never contemplated dating other girls. Until now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that very same day, Alexander Goth seeks out Dirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Er… Dirk… you got a moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_54006d82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: I… can we go somewhere private?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk nods wondering what it is with his friends today. First Dustin and now Alexander is looking all worked up about something. The two find a quiet corner and Dirk looks expectantly at Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: So – wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Well, I met a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_54006de6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk grins and slaps Alexander on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_f4006da2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Hey, that’s great news. And about time too if you don’t mind me saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Yeah – but it isn’t so simple. I’m not sure she likes me and… she’s sort of seeing someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Okay… go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander looks nervous and then blurts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: It’s Angela Pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk is stunned. If Alexander had told him this yesterday he would have advised him to forget all about Angela. But maybe this could work out for everyone. Dirk thinks a moment – he weighs up the pros and cons and then makes a swift decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: D’you know what? I think I can help you out. Let’s see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk stands back trying to view Alexander through a girl’s eyes. Dirk has never had much trouble attracting the fairer sex and he has a good idea what a girl likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Hmm… this could be tricky. Maybe some new glasses… and that hair - it has to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_14006e01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Er… Dirk, why’re you looking at me like that. You’re creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Listen – d’you want to get together with Angela Pleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Yeah, sure, but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Then trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk steers Alexander towards his room, simultaneously dialling Sophie Miguel, his girlfriend. He’s going to need some female assistance if he wants to perform this miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later, Alexander is studying himself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_14006fd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Well, speak up dude. What d’you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander slowly turns round to face Dirk; a broad grin stretches across his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: I love it – I feel like a new man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13f0938b_5400704a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Ha, you’ll be having the girls flocking to you in no time. Just you remember the Dreamer code. Keep it warm but not too familiar. Pay her a compliment and then back off a little. Treat her like a queen and behave like a gentleman. By the end of your date she’ll be longing for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is a little overwhelmed by this puzzling advice. Girls are a mystery to him and he’s not at all confident he can carry it off. But he’s going to give it a dammed good try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last semester draws to a close. A lot has happened in the lives of Pleasantview’s young sims. Relationships have ended and new ones formed in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_93fdd44c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13f0938b_54009e78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_b400838d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived a group of teens impatient to party and have some fun, they leave as confident young adults excited about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith Pleasant, once a sullen and rebellious teenager, is now a bright and popular student. Her sister, Angela, has grown in confidence and learnt to make her own decisions without always deferring to her family’s wishes. Alexander Goth has evolved from shy, quiet geek into outgoing and popular geek. Dustin Broke has finally discovered the meaning of true love in the shape of Bella Goth. But it is Dirk who is the first to make his feelings known when he surprises Sophie (and himself) by proposing marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_13fc9562_9400aee5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_13fc9562_d400aed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is next and he chooses a more romantic setting for the big question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_74008458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_940084b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_140084c5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_9400844b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Dustin makes his move. He knows Bella has three more years in school and so his proposal is a private affair. He is also concerned about telling his mother – everyone knows Brandi is not fond of the name Bella Goth. On his last day at University, Dustin asks Bella to marry him and promises to wait until she graduates in three years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Pleasantview sim not to find love at University is Lillith Pleasant. However, Lillith is perfectly happy with this situation. She has other plans for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_13fc9562_73fc9573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Hi Mom… Yeah… I’ll be home on Saturday… Nah, I haven’t told Angela yet but don’t worry, she’ll be cool… No, she’s moving in with Alexander, they want to get married as soon as possible… Yeah, well that’s Angela for you and at least she’s happy… Anyway, I have some great business ideas… But Mom – you said I would be taking over the Family Business… Uh huh… OK, we’ll talk when I get back… OK, bye, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/goth-round-4.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-8470619898352262123?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8470619898352262123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=8470619898352262123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8470619898352262123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8470619898352262123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/university-round-3.html' title='University Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_13fc9562_b3fc9576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-5601349419611536372</id><published>2007-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:51:04.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Broke House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi Broke (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Remington Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Beau Broke (G1, Knowledge, Top Education)&lt;br /&gt;Joe Broke (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Broke House&lt;/span&gt;: Dina Caliente told Brandi about the anonymous letters to Bella Goth. Beau grew up and rolled knowledge. Dustin left for University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington and Brandi are relaxing in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: I’ve been thinking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_73fc4743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Mmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: You know I’ve always wanted to be a father…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, Remi… I don’t know. I already have the boys and we don’t have much money. I adore kids but I’m just not sure we can afford to have more children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3fc4736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Hey, honey. What’s all this with the money? I have a bit put by and we’re doing OK. Come on, Brandi. You know I love your boys but I’d really like a baby that carries a part of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Mmm… let’s think about it a while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi closes the conversation but she knows Remington won’t be put off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks later, Brandi wakes up one morning feeling nauseous. She glances over at Remington who is sleeping peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3fc478e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi slips out of bed and quietly pads towards the bathroom. She rummages around for a moment and finds the spare pregnancy testing kit she remembers is hidden there. Deep down, Brandi already knows the result but it’s best to be sure before she presents the news to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_33fc47b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, Remington is overjoyed when Brandi announces she is pregnant. He calls all his family and friends to share the happy news. Not that anyone is especially startled by the news. In fact, the only surprise is just how long it took the couple to have a baby. Even Brandi’s sons take the news in their stride. And it’s not long before it’s time for Beau to follow his brother to University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Hey Mom. I got my letter from Sim State. They’ve accepted me for entry next semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: That’s wonderful news, sweetheart. I’ll miss you but I know the time will go quickly. I can hardly believe Dustin graduates in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_73fc80e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Yeah, and to think he’s actually got himself engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Engaged?! Wh…what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau’s face falls as he realizes he’s let the cat out of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Oh, god. You didn’t know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3fc80cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well, no. But I’m delighted for him. Though I can’t deny I’m a little hurt he hasn’t told me. Ah well, perhaps Dustin and Angela want to make it a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this last comment, Beau looks completely taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_13fc80ef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Angela? Angela Pleasant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, of course, I mean Angela Pleasant. How many other Angelas are there? I’ve always known Dustin and Angela are destined to be together. They’ve been sweethearts ever since middle school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Err… yes… right! Um… I best go get changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau hurries out of the room, wondering why on earth his brother is keeping their mother in the dark about his engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is time for Brandi and Dina’s weekly gossip session. A lot is happening in Pleasantview and after Dina congratulates Brandi on her pregnancy they move swiftly to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: So you went to the police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina sighs heavily and rubs her brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes. It was tough. But it’s done now... Let’s talk about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s obvious Dina doesn’t want to talk about Don Lothario and Brandi is happy to avoid any topics that touch on Bella Goth. But it isn’t long before Bella’s name worms its way back into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: So, I saw Mortimer again. I tell you he’s going completely batty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, I know. I spotted him in Bluewater Village the other day wearing his night clothes and no shoes. I think it’s sad to see him like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_93fc7f60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: But at least he’s stopped going on about those letters. Though I can’t help being curious about who really did send them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: The letters… so, he no longer cares about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh, I don’t know about that. I’m sure he cares about the letters. I just meant he no longer thinks I sent them. He told me so. I expect he’s discovered the real perpetrator. I hope he feels bad about accusing me - I honestly don’t understand why so many people assume I’m connected to all the bad stuff in Pleasantview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina stops talking about herself for a moment and notices Brandi is shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hey, Brandi. What’s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi shudders and finally loses control. She breaks down sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: It w…..was me. I s….sent those *sniff* letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina is shocked - Brandi is the last person she could imagine sending hate letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: But… I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some effort, Brandi stifles her sobbing and looks up at her closest friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3fc7f37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Of course you don’t understand. You’ve always been good-looking and clever and popular. Well, it wasn’t like that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Sure, I know you had a tough time of it when you were younger. You told me all about it. But why Bella? And why hate letters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Bella! Oh how I hate that name. Just thinking about her makes me feel like the dumb kid in school again. The other girls - they all had such beautiful clothes and hair. They used to laugh about the way I dressed. I couldn’t help that my family couldn’t afford nice things. I wore hand-me-downs that were too big and my Mom used to cut my hair… But then I met Skip… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi breaks off, remembering the early days with Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_2dae7a30_2db0f595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi begins to shake again as a fresh wave of tears threaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hey, come on. That’s all in the past. And look at you now. You’re gorgeous looking and have 3 beautiful children and a loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes… yes, you’re right. *sniff* But if Mortimer knows you didn’t send the letters then maybe he suspects it was me! I wish I’d never done it. It was so petty and stupid. It felt like revenge but…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hey, I understand. The stuff that happens in our childhood can hurt us pretty bad. Look, Mortimer is so crazy nobody will listen to him. And your secret is safe with me. Let’s just forget about the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, Brandi’s sobbing eases. She is relieved Dina is happy to accept her story. She doesn’t want to talk about Skip. Her childhood memories are bad enough; but the final weeks with Skip had been the worst days of her life. Brandi firmly pushes all memory of Skip and Bella to the back of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi’s pregnancy progresses smoothly and it’s not long before Remington gets his wish and becomes a father. It’s another boy and they call him Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae7a30_13fc826b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: Brandi, you’re an amazing woman and a wonderful mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi blushes and laughs off the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: I’ve been thinking… Dustin gets back from school soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi is cradling Luke. It feels good to hold a baby in her arms again. She is only half listening to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Mmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington: And I know how you want Dustin to have this house. As Skip’s first-born it’s only right. So… what d’you think to us getting a place of our own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington holds his breath. He’s already seen the perfect house – a small-holding not so far away. It’s just large enough for a family and perhaps a few vegetables and an orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *Gently rocking Luke in her arms* Hmm… that sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remington smiles warmly and puts his arms around his wife and child. He has plans for the future but he knows to take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/university-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-5601349419611536372?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5601349419611536372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=5601349419611536372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5601349419611536372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5601349419611536372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-3.html' title='Broke Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_2dae7a30_73fc4743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-1697698568775159841</id><published>2007-09-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:40:45.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caliente Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caliente House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina Caliente (G1, Fortune, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Bill Caliente (G1, Fortune, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Leo Caliente (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Caliente House&lt;/span&gt;: Mortimer accused Dina of having written hate letters to Bella. Dina met Bill during a night out on the town and ended up pregnant. Nina took Bill on vacation and “tricked” him into marrying her. Baby Leo was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s evening and Dina is bathing Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Who’s Momma’s big boy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Lee-Lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_93fae963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: That’s right, sweetheart, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is a happy and easy-going child. He has an exceptionally nice character and Dina often wonders how this perfect being resulted from such an unpromising union. Dina stands up holding the damp toddler tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh, Leo. I love you so much. Having you has changed everything. I’ll do anything to protect you. Anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina leaves the room, humming softly to the sleepy Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Bill both work in the Criminal career track. One day they come home from work and gossip about the day’s events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_73faeffb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well, who would’ve thought Mary-Sue Pleasant had it in her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Hmph! I’m not so surprised. She’s always been a sly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: I was terrified when I heard that police siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53faf008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Yes, thank god, they weren’t coming for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well the hand-off went well and at least next time we can get our minions to do the dirty work. Have you any more jobs lined up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I’m not sure. Mary-Sue is pleased with our work – she wants to meet me tomorrow about a big job in Sim City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53faf000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Sim City! Be careful, Bill. The Pleasantview police are too dumb and lazy to catch us. But Sim City - that’s a different ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Don’t worry, love. You know I’m always careful. Just a few more jobs and we’ll have enough money to retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nanny walks downstairs carrying Leo. Bill and Dina abruptly change the conversation and join Leo and the Nanny in the kitchen. They are just in time to see Leo grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53faf0a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_d3faf0c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Don Lothario visits. As soon as Dina spots Don she tries to hide, but it’s too late. Don has already seen her and is determined to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Dina, wait up! I have to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53fae719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, Dina turns to face Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Nina told me. I know you saw me by the Lake that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Go away, Don. I don’t want to talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53fae738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: But we must. You have it all wrong. I didn’t do anything to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina is angry now. She has been keeping too many secrets and the strain is beginning to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: I know what I saw, Don. Now, please, just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina turns to go but Don stops her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_13fae710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Why won’t you listen to me? We were once friends… Please, Dina, just give me a chance to explain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: No, Don. I won’t listen. You may have Nina wrapped around your little finger. But not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with these bitter words, Dina escapes back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later, Bill is looking after Leo. Dina takes the opportunity to invite Brandi around for a private chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Brandi! Thanks for coming round at such short notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_53fafb37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well, you sounded worried on the phone. Is there something up? Is Leo OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes, yes. Leo is fine. It’s something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Is this to do with you and Nina? I know you two haven’t talked for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_33fafbac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina sighs and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes. I can’t take this any more and I don’t know who else to turn to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought, Dina pours out the whole story. She tells Brandi all about how she and Nina had seen Don arguing with Bella Goth on the night of Bella’s disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *Sounding shocked* But, Dina. This is serious! How have you kept this secret for so long? Does Bill know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_b3fafba1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Nobody knows, except me and Nina... and now you. At first, I kept quiet for Nina’s sake. She begged me to protect Don. Besides I’m not especially fond of the police. But now… I’m not so sure. Old Mortimer deserves to know what happened to his wife. Also, there’s Cassandra and Alexander to think about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: I agree. I think you should tell the police. You’re withholding evidence for Christ’s sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_93fafbba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: But I’m scared, Brandi. My sister is married to Don now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: I understand. It's been a long time. But there are too many secrets in Pleasantview. Anyway, you think about it – I'm sure you’ll do whatever you think is right. And, Nina... you can always call me any time you need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_33fafb82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Brandi leaves, Dina nods slowly. She knows Brandi is right. Later that evening, Dina heads to the kitchen and dials the number for the local police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hello… My name is Dina Caliente and I have information about Bella Goth’s disappearance… Yes, of course I can come in for a statement… Right now?.. OK, I’ll be there in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_2dae895f_33fae5f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina replaces the receiver and without saying a word to her family, makes her way to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-1697698568775159841?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1697698568775159841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=1697698568775159841' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1697698568775159841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1697698568775159841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-3.html' title='Caliente Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_2dae895f_93fae963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-5036489586092679825</id><published>2007-09-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:00:21.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lothario Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lothario House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Lothario (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Nina Lothario (G1, Romance, 20 Woohoos)&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Lothario (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time in the Lothario House&lt;/span&gt;: Don took a vacation to escape Pleasantview and the police. Nina moved in after an argument with her sister. Don discovered that Nina was pregnant and spontaneously asked her to marry him. Baby Sophia was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don and Nina are relaxing in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: So how’s business? You seem to spend a lot of time down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_53f9f7f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don is referring to Nina’s new business, “The Love Nest”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Oh, it’s going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hmm… I saw an old friend of yours at the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Oh, yes? Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_b3f9f7e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Kennedy Cox. He asked me whether I’d visited The Love Nest. I didn’t like his tone of voice. Like he knew something I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Err… That’s odd. But then you know Kennedy. He always likes to make out he’s better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: So, when am I going to be invited? I know it’s a members’ only club – but surely your own husband should be granted membership? It’s been open a while now and from the buzz around town, you’re already doing rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Oh, Don. You know how I feel. I really don’t want you seeing the place until it’s a big success. I want you to be proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_73f9f800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don makes a non-committal grunt. He doesn’t believe a word of it. He knows Nina too well and has strong suspicions about the real purpose of Nina’s “members-only club”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s evening and Don and Sophia are enjoying a meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Nina is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: So how was your play date with Bella yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_f3f9e529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia stuffs some food into her mouth and looks up to answer her father. She has inherited Don’s sloppy manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_f3f9e567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: *Talking with her mouth full* Great, Dad. We helped Bella’s Mom make cookies and then Bella taught me how to play chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hmph. Chess?! Well, as long as you had fun… And what do you think of Bella's Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: She’s okay. She’s a better cook than Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don chuckles to himself. Yes, Cassandra is definitely a better cook than Nina. But Nina has different talents, not that he intends to share such information with his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: So, you like having a big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_f3f9e542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia: Oh yes! I wish Bella could come live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Smiling wishfully* Me too. But I don’t think Bella’s Mommy would like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don stares into space, remembering Bella’s last visit. It’s been an unexpected pleasure spending time with his oldest daughter. He knows Cassandra isn’t comfortable around him and is tolerating his company for the sake of the children. But at least Bella is growing up and soon will be old enough to make her own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is asleep and her parents are cuddling together on the sofa. After a pleasant few moments, Don moves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_f3f9d842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: I saw Dina yesterday and she practically ran away from me. I tried to catch up but she jumped into a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina says nothing but looks uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Look, Nina. It’s been a long time now and you still haven’t explained why you and Dina fell out. Don’t you think it’s about time you told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_b3f9d7b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina sighs and glances miserably up at Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: It’s difficult, Don. I’m just not sure how you’ll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Ah, come on, Nina. It’s not like you and I don’t understand each other. I think I deserve to know. Dina used to be a friend of mine as well but now she won’t even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Well… The thing is… we fell out over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Me? Wait a moment… this isn’t about… you know… sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina laughs bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_53f9d7c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: No. If only it was that simple. We both knew your reputation and we wouldn’t fall out over something like that. No, it’s about… Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Bella?! What on earth are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Don… Dina and I were there by the lake the night Bella disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look of concern and fear flickers across Don’s face. Nina decides to press on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: We both saw you, Don. We saw you and Bella arguing. It was you, wasn’t it? It was you who… who killed Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don panics. How can this be coming back to haunt him? He has endured and survived questioning by the police. Now here is his wife accusing him of murder. Not for the first time, Don wishes he’d never become involved with Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina is watching Don closely and sees the pain and fear in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: So it’s true – it was you! Deep down, I had always believed it wasn’t… Dina wanted to tell the police but I persuaded her not to. That’s why we fell out – Dina didn’t want to remain silent any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don doesn’t reply. Nina begins to weep quietly to herself. For years, she has been trying to forget the events of that fateful night. She just couldn’t believe Don would do such a thing. Nina thinks of her daughter, Sophia, and a feeling of dread creeps over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Crying desperately* Don, please, speak to me. Tell me it was an accident. I know you didn’t mean to do it. Don… say something… please…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: It’s OK, Nina. It wasn’t me. I wasn’t the one who killed Bella. Yes, I was there that night, but I didn’t harm Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_13f9d7df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’s voice is surprisingly calm. Nina gulps back her tears and looks up hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: You didn’t? You promise? Do you swear on Sophia’s life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: I swear… on Sophia’s life… I did not hurt Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina hesitates. She wants to believe Don. She must believe him - for her own sake and for her daughter’s. Don puts his arms around Nina and stares into her eyes, willing her to trust him. Nina sighs, Don is her husband for better or worse, and she will stand by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_adae8020_33f9d852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-5036489586092679825?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5036489586092679825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=5036489586092679825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5036489586092679825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5036489586092679825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-3.html' title='Lothario Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_adae8020_53f9f7f1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-7389744788859768564</id><published>2007-09-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T15:51:11.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Dreamer (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Bella Goth (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Dreamer House&lt;/span&gt;: Darren made Mad Scientist and proposed to Cassandra. Dirk became close to Sophie Miguel and left for Sim State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra has just picked Bella up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: So, how was your day, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Great! I made a new friend. She just started at school today. She’s younger than me but she’s really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra isn’t really listening; she’s concentrating on the road and planning what to cook for dinner that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_73f99b80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Hmm… she sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yeah, she is. Can I ask her round to play some time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Of course you can, sweetheart. What’s her name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Sophia. Sophia Lothario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the name Lothario, Cassandra loses her concentration and narrowly avoids crashing the car. They are nearly home and so Cassandra carefully pulls into the driveway before turning to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Did you say Sophia Lothario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yeah, that’s right. D’you know her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra sighs. She’s been putting this conversation off for some time. She takes a deep breath and smiles cautiously at Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: No, I don’t know Sophia. But I know her Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Really? I’ve seen him once, he looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra smiles grimly and pushes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Yes. His name is Don Lothario. He and I were once engaged to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Engaged? But you’re engaged to Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: It was a long time ago, before you were born. We decided that we didn’t love each other enough to be married and so we went our separate ways. You see… Don Lothario is your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_73f99b8f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella gasps and says nothing as she processes this new and surprising information. Suddenly she grins up at her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: So that means Sophia is my sister?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Er… yes, that’s right. Sophia is your half-sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Cool! I always wanted a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: So, you’re OK with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: ‘Course I am. I have a sister! So, can Sophia still come round and play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra briefly closes her eyes. She’s been avoiding Don for so long now, it’s become a habit. But this habit had to be broken, for Bella’s sake. Casandra opens her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Of course you can, I’ll call and invite her round this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the day of Darren and Cassandra’s wedding. The guests are gathered on the terrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_93f99f24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I, Darren Dreamer, choose you, Cassandra Goth, as my one and only. I vow to love you through sickness and health, through the good and the bad, through richer and poorer. I love you with all my heart and always will. This is my solemn vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_b3f99e93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: From this moment, I, Cassandra Goth, take you, Darren Dreamer, as my husband and best friend for life. I pledge to honor, encourage, and support you. When our way becomes difficult, I promise to stand by you and uplift you. With every beat of my heart, I will love you. This is my solemn vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_b3f99f3f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guests applaud. Some of the women compare the ceremony to their own recent nuptials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_33f99ed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *Thinking to self* Ahhh…. That was beautiful. I wish Remi and I could’ve afforded a wedding like this. Cass is so lucky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_13f99ee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Thinking to self* Hmmm…. Very nice, but what a waste of money! If I’d planned a wedding like this, I’m sure Bill would’ve done a runner long before the vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_93f99efa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, the wedding guests move around the house, enjoying the plentiful music, food and champagne. During a quiet moment, Alexander takes the opportunity to talk to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, Cass, I know it’s your wedding and all. But I wanted to talk to you about Dad. I’m worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_b3f9a019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: What d’you mean, Alex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: He’s always talking to himself… and to Mom. It’s as if he’s living in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Well... The last few years have been hard on Dad. The investigation into Mom’s death has been dragging on and I think it’s tough to be continually reminded of his loss... of our loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_b3f9a024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander sighs and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Yeah, I think about Mom a lot too. I wish I’d known her longer. All I can remember is her smell and watching her get ready for a night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_33f9a012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Yes, I miss her too. I wish she could be here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra looks melancholy and Alexander leans forward to give her hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_73f9a088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, sis, don’t be sad. This is your wedding day. I shouldn’t have said anything. Come on, let’s go dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, Cassandra, Darren and Bella settle back into daily life. Bella’s friendship with Sophia Lothario intensifies and Cassandra manages to maintain a civil if not warm relationship with Don. Bella is growing up and already dreaming about her future. On her thirteenth birthday, Bella makes an announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Weyhey, here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_13f9a62e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella develops into a striking teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_edae8d77_33f9a80a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Congratulations, darling. And what do you want out of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra crosses her fingers, secretly praying her daughter hasn’t inherited Don’s romantic tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Well… I’ve always loved animals. I think I’d like to breed working pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Err… That’s an unusual career. Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Oh, yes! I’m sure. But that’s not all – I also want to make lots and lots of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-7389744788859768564?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7389744788859768564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=7389744788859768564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/7389744788859768564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/7389744788859768564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-3.html' title='Dreamer Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_edae8d77_73f99b80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-8285369416183586188</id><published>2007-09-20T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:40:42.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pleasant (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue Pleasant (G1, Fortune, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;: Daniel Pleasant was questioned by the police about stealing from the Athletics Club. The Club decided not to press charges and the Pleasants got off with just a fine. We also learnt that Daniel had previously had an affair with Bella. Meanwhile, Lillith and Angela became firm friends and left for University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue has opened a small business in Bluewater Village; she sells statues and other trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Sir, might I interest you in this fine object. It would look striking on any mantle or side-table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_33f1e8cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Mmm… Well, I already have three of your Santa statues… But, maybe one more can’t harm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer considers the strange, golden object and promptly makes up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: OK, then. I’ll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_93f1e8d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue is turning out to be a fine business woman. It isn’t long before her shop is doing so well that she can afford to buy a second, larger store. This time, Mary-Sue turns her hand to selling clothes. She rapidly discovers that with her sales skills she can pretty much sell snow to Eskimos. Or even to penguins…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_13f49039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mary-Sue is busy convincing Tiffany to update her image and doesn’t notice Don Lothario quietly leaving her shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_53f48ffb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_b3f48ff6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Thinking to self* Phew! I’m glad Mrs Pleasant didn’t spot me. I really couldn’t face talking to her right now. If she ever finds out I was the one who informed the police, she’ll crucify me. But what else could I do? I had to give them something…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3f1ed3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don hurries home, vowing to stay clear of Mary-Sue’s businesses in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is visiting Bluewater Village and wanders into Mary-Sue’s latest clothing store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Why, Mortimer, how wonderful to see you. Are you shopping for yourself today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_b3f49c90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Err… I’m not sure really. I was just getting some air and noticed your charming shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Well, perhaps I can interest you in something for your Granddaughter. Isn’t it her birthday soon? How about a pretty dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_93f49ca2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Well, maybe… Don’t you also own the Little ‘n Local across the road? And the new Spa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Why, yes. Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: But how could you possibly afford all of this? Weren’t you fined by the Athletics Club recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue looks flustered. She isn’t accustomed to such blunt questions from Mortimer. And the source of her finances is a touchy subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Shush... Someone might hear you. Anyway, how… how do you know about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Oh… I have my sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_33f49c79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue thinks a while and then her eyes narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Wait a moment. Was it you? Did you inform the police? How could you do that? I thought we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: No, no – you have it all wrong. I just meant…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue doesn’t want to hear any more. Gently but firmly, she steers Mortimer towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: I think you should leave now. Goodbye, Mortimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue is feeling good about life. She now owns 5 top businesses and no longer feels the need for her regular dose of elixir. So, one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Daniel! DANIEL! Where are you? It’s that time. I just know it, ughh… I feel sick... Come here, quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue’s head is spinning. She wavers a moment and then makes an inelegant twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_33f856c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Whoa! I’m glad that’s the last time I have to do that. Hmm… this body feels different. Why’s my neck all bent? And my hair - it’s grey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_73f856e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel rushes in to see what all the fuss is about. He takes one look at this wife and groans to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: *Talking to self* Oh, god. Why did Mary-Sue have to fall out with old Mortimer? We need that elixir he makes. It’ll be my turn next and then how will I attract the ladies..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is home from University for a visit. She is talking to Mary-Sue in the hallway. Angela is getting frustrated with her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: But Mom, I don’t understand… Where did all the money come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3f8705c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Why, sweetheart, I had a little put away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Yes, but, wasn’t there some trouble with the police? I overheard you and Dad talking about some big fine. I don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Sweetie, you don’t need to worry about these things. Your father and I have always taken care of you, haven’t we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Stop, treating me like a child! I’m an adult now. I want to know what’s going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3f87088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Ange, honey. Please, stop this. You’re not usually so angry. That’s Lillith’s specialty. Why don’t we have a cup of tea and a chat about University? I can’t wait to hear all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Mom, you’re changing the subject again. You’re always doing that when you don’t want us to know about something. Well, that’s it. I’ve had enough! Dustin tells me I shouldn’t take so much grief from my family and he’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3f8707c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela storms out of the house. Mary-Sue watches her go with a puzzled frown. Angela is usually such a good girl. Mary-Sue can’t imagine what brought all this anger on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_cdae71fd_93f87096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-8285369416183586188?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8285369416183586188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=8285369416183586188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8285369416183586188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8285369416183586188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-3.html' title='Pleasant Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_cdae71fd_33f1e8cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-8932913034881751513</id><published>2007-09-20T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:40:57.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Goth House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer Goth (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Goth House&lt;/span&gt;: Mortimer had an angry phone call with Don Lothario. Cassandra and Don broke off their engagement and Cassandra got together with Darren Dreamer. Alexander found some anonymous hate letters which had been written to Bella Goth. Mortimer took the letters and asked Alexander to keep them secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander has left for University, while Cassandra and little Bella have moved in with Darren Dreamer. Mortimer is home alone and muttering to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Ho hum. What was I doing? Oh, yes… Time for my secret formula…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3f095d2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer gulps down some elixir and instantly feels invigorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_73f095eb-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Ahh…. That’s better… It gets harder each time. Sometimes, I feel so… stretched thin. Perhaps it’s time to give up and meet Grim? No, no. Pull yourself together, Old Boy. You still have things to do… Now where was I? Ah yes, the exercise machine. Just a little way to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3f0961d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer makes his way to the exercise bench in the hallway. He’s close to fulfilling his impossible desire to attain full knowledge. Mortimer is an old man, older than anyone in Pleasantview, and his mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be. But he’s still a determined individual and after a tiring and sweaty afternoon, he finally makes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3f09565-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: At last! But what now..? What can I do, now I know everything? Oh, I wish Alexander was here. I’d enjoy a challenging game of chess… Where is that boy? Ah yes, of course. He’s away at University… I keep forgetting… It seems like just yesterday that I watched Bella cradle baby Alexander in her arms… Bella, Bella, Bella… Why did you have to leave me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer sighs and heaves his tried body upstairs where he prepares himself for another lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Mortimer receives an unexpected visit from Dina Caliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3f137e3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Dina, what’re you doing here? I thought you and I had nothing more to say to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Morty, darling… *Dina notices Mortimer’s angry face*… Sorry, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mortimer&lt;/span&gt;. We have to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_33f137f8-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *Interrupting* Never mind about those letters. I know now that you didn’t send them to Bella. I’m sorry I accused you. Can we forget all about it? I don’t want to talk about them any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Uh, OK… But there was something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina looks nervous, which is unusual for her. Mortimer studies Dina carefully and can tell she is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_53f13812-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: It’s about your wife, Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Please, Dina, I don’t want to talk about Bella to you or to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: But this is important. It’s… about the night Bella disappeared. I was there by the lake…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3f137bf-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *Shouting* Dina! That’s quite enough. I forbid you to talk about Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: But, Mortimer, I have to tell you this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: No, Dina. Now please leave my property. I never want to see you or hear from you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_93f137d8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina tries to protest but with surprising strength for such an old man, Mortimer escorts her off his land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is preparing a meal for one in the kitchen. His hold on life is fading and he spends more and more time living in the past. He can often be seen muttering to himself and to his dead wife, Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Now then, Bella. I’m making your favourite meal tonight – lobster thermidor. You always did have expensive tastes, didn’t you? We were happy together, you and I. Weren’t we Bella? I know what the gossips used to say – what did a glamorous lady like you see in a nerdy, scientist like me? But they didn’t know did they? We had something special…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is interrupted by a loud alarm bell. He has forgotten about the lobster and now a fire has broken out in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3f13ead-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: What! Aggghh… Help me, someone! What do I do? Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fireman rushes in and efficiently extinguishes the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_33f13eb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last flames die away, the fireman turns to Mortimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman: Now then, Mr Goth, you must be more careful. Is there anyone at home to help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3f13ece.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer bristles at the fireman’s condescending tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: No, I live alone. But what are you implying, young man? That I can’t look after myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireman: No, no. I didn’t mean to cause any offence. I’m sure you’re quite able to take care of yourself. And the Fire Service is always on hand to assist when needed. Err… I think I’ll let myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireman swiftly departs, leaving Mortimer to retrieve his burnt lobster from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_93e1f64a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Well, Bella, I guess this isn’t quite how you like your lobster cooked? Maybe I am getting a little old to be living alone like this. Not long now, Bella… Not long and we’ll be together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-8932913034881751513?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8932913034881751513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=8932913034881751513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8932913034881751513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8932913034881751513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-3.html' title='Goth Round 3'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%204/th_snapshot_6dae6a73_b3f095d2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-943954359229540560</id><published>2007-09-16T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:38:44.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broke House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi Broke (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Remmington Harris (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Broke (G1, Finance, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Beau Broke (G1)&lt;br /&gt;Joe broke (G2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 419px;" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/broke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time in the Broke House&lt;/span&gt;: Brandi gave birth to her third son, Joe, and fell in love with Remmington Harris (the maid). Nina Caliente visited and told Brandi about Bella’s body being found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Brandi are in the kitchen, enjoying their weekly gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3e8aa8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Hey, Dina, are you OK? I heard that you and Nina had a row or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about it right now. Tell me about you and Remi instead. I’ve not seen you this happy since Skip died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi looks a little shocked at this. Had she appeared happy when Skip died? Brandi didn’t like to dwell on her married life. Skip had been a heavy drinker and on his “bad” days he’d taken it out on his wife. Brandi pushes these troubling memories away and focuses on the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, Remi does make me happy. He’s kind, attentive and great with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: I’m glad for you, Brandi. You deserve some happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina stares miserably out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Are you sure you’re OK, Dina? Come on, you know you can talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_53e8aa8e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: No, Brandi, I’m sorry – I really can’t. Not this time. Except… there is one thing that’s on my mind. I had an odd visit from Mortimer the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: He kept going on about some hate letters sent to Bella. He thought I’d written them. Why does everyone assume I’m behind all the bad things in Pleasantview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mention of Bella’s letters, Brandi visibly pales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hey, you OK? You’ve gone white as a sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3e8aa85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi pulls herself together and manages to smile. Then she busies herself filling the kettle at the kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, yes. I’m fine. Would you like another coffee? Some more cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation turns to safer subjects as Brandi and Dina discuss the new Superstore which had recently opened in Bluewater Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, Remington comes home from work to find Brandi moping around in her pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Brandi, love, this isn’t like you. Why the miserable face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_73eeddf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just worrying about Dustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: But Dustin is doing great now. He’s getting good grades and has won a place at Sim State. Come on, I know there’s something else wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_53eede2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi’s bottom lip wobbles. Why is it that Remmington can always make her cry? She’s normally so good at hiding her feelings and showing a brave face to the world. She’s certainly had enough practice – first at school where the other kids had teased her and then later with Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, Remi. It’s just that I feel so ugly and useless. I’m a failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3eede4c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Hey, don’t be silly. You’re a gorgeous, clever lady who has raised 3 boys all on her own. Why do you put yourself down like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Because it’s true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: No it’s not and I’m going to prove it to you. What you need is a bit of pampering. You’re always running around after others and not thinking about your own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_33eede09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Brandi can protest, Remmington picks up the phone book to find the number for the Pleasantview Health Spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Brandi is home from her day at the Spa. Remmington has been working out in the yard. He comes into the house and sees the new Brandi for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3f08513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Oh, Brandi, you look… stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3f084ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Yes, yes, a thousand yeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well… I do feel kind of good. I’m not sure about the hair though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3f084e6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi pats her hair self-consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: The hair is perfect. You’re perfect. Come on, I know what I want to do with you right now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington grabs Brandi and pulls her towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin is on the phone to Angela Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_93eedbe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Hey, Ange… Yeah, I’m good… Yeah, when are you leaving?.. This Saturday?... Nah, I got 1 more week at work… Yeah, it’s great we’re going to be in the same dorms… Lillith is doing what?... A Greek House?... Huh, that sister of yours. She hasn’t even got to Uni and she already has big plans... You wanna do something tonight?... That sounds good, see you then… Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin heads to the bathroom to get ready for his date. He peers at his face in the bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_33eedcc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Ah no! Not another one. I can’t let Ange see me looking like this. Where’s that cream Mom bought… This better work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_33eedcb0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin dabs some acne cream on his face and admires the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: That’s better, you handsome devil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin grins at his image as he imagines what he will do with Angela that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes quietly in the Broke household. Dustin leaves for University and Remmingtom works on his relationship with Beau and Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: And then the little piggy said to the big piggy... Hey, Joey, what's up? You need to go potty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_33eeda76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: Uh huh... Joey big boy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with those final childish words, Joe grows up. Brandi rushes in just in time to see the transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3eedd39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the family celebrate little Joe's birthday. Nobody notices that Beau is also undergoing a transition of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae7a30_93f07f3c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beau has less interest in girls and fast cars than his big brother - he decides to dedicate himself to a life of learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----- *** ---- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-943954359229540560?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/943954359229540560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=943954359229540560' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/943954359229540560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/943954359229540560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-2.html' title='Broke Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_broke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-2425372516938728456</id><published>2007-09-16T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:52:37.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caliente Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caliente House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina Caliente (G1, Fortune, 5 Top Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Caliente House&lt;/font&gt;: Nina and Dina hear that Bella has been found and talk about sticking to their story. Dina invites Mortimer round and checks what he knows about Bella’s disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is visiting again. He and Dina are in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_93eec252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Morty, darling. It’s always so good to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer finds himself leaning towards Dina’s seductive body but abruptly stops himself. He wonders for the umpteenth time why he finds this woman so alluring yet so aggravating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_93eec244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: How many times do I have to tell you, Dina? I hate it when you call me “Morty”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh, I’m sorry, darling. How about I make you a nice, cold drink and we sit down somewhere comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Listen, Dina. I’m not here for a drink and friendly chat... Or whatever else you had in mind. I want you to tell me about the letters you sent to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina looks startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: What letters? Morty… Mortimer…. I have no idea what you’re talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_d3eec26c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Oh come on, Dina, don’t play innocent with me. You know perfectly well what I’m talking about - the nasty letters you were anonymously sending to my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well, if they were anonymous, what makes you think I sent them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Because I recognize your sneaky style. And I know you and Bella fell out over your marriage to Michael Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_b3eec295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well it’s about time you got your facts straight. Yes, Bella and I did have a disagreement over Michael. She thought I was after her brother’s money. But she was wrong. I loved Michael and besides he had lost all his money long before he married me. I was devastated when he died – and as you can see *Dina gestures around the small, cramped living room* he hardly left me in the lap of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_73eec285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer looks a little less sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Well… I’m not sure what to believe… but whoever sent those letters was an evil and twisted person. I think I better be going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer lets himself out, leaving Dina feeling tired and dejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina is on the phone to her sister. Dina’s voice drips with sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_f3eeae2e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Hi, Nina. I just wanted to congratulate you on your wedding… Ha! You don’t need to take that tone with me… Oh yeah? Why don’t you go cry to lover boy, then?... No, Nina, I haven’t decided what I’m going to do… Whatever I do, it will be my own decision and not yours… No, Nina, I won’t listen. I can’t live like this any more, it’s driving me crazy… Bye, Nina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_93eeae34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina slams down the phone and collapses on the sofa. She stares at the ceiling, a deep sense of loneliness stealing over her. A single teardrop forms in the corner of her eye. Angrily, Dina wipes it away and heads up to her bedroom. She has decided she needs a night out on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina is at a downtown night club. She’s been partying hard all night and is talking to a man she met that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_f3eea8a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well, now that we’ve shared a drink together, how about you tell me something about yourself. D’you earn much money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Enough. Would it make a difference if I earned more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_93eea8b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: *Laughing* what d’you take me for?! Come on – let’s get another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: No, please. These cocktails are lethal. One more and you’ll have to carry me home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Mmm… That’s not a bad idea. But first let’s dance – I want to see what kind of moves you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina grabs Bill’s hand and drags him onto the dance floor. Dina has clearly had a few too many cocktails and she clings to Bill for support. Bill appears to be enjoying the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_53eea7eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: *Slurring her words* This is nice… You’re nice… How about we go back to my place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_13eea72a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina hiccups and smiles up at Bill. He nods his agreement and the two stagger out of the nightclub to find a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Dina has forgotten all about Bill and is working hard to reach the top of her career. One day, she comes home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Ewwww… I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina clutches her stomach, an alarming thought pops into her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_53eeadc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh, god, When was the last time I had my period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina slowly counts the days in her head. Then she counts again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: No! I can’t be. Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina rushes indoors to book an appointment with her doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two weeks later, Dina packs her suitcase and heads outside to catch the shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_f3eeae91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s been thinking hard about her predicament – she’s pregnant, alone and nearly penniless. Not a situation that the fortune-hungry Dina Caliente relishes. Dina can only think of one solution to her problem and she isn’t going to take no for an answer. As she gets into the bus she turns to her companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_53eeaab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Bill, it’s wonderful to see you again. I’m so glad you could join me. When my sister cancelled at the last minute, I thought to myself – who would I most like to spend this vacation with? And of course I thought immediately of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill looks doubtful. He hasn’t spoken to Dina since the night they met. He had tried calling her once or twice but Dina was always out. So he was surprised when Dina called to invite him on vacation. But he wasn’t about to turn down a free trip with a beautiful woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina and Bill arrive at the hotel and as soon as they have checked in, Dina persuades Bill to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_33eeaf82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: What do you think, Bill? Does this suit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_d3eeb2e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill smiles indulgently, he finds Dina hard to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Hmm… Not bad, but I think I can find better. Here, why don’t you try this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_13eeb2fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina looks at the price tag and then quickly smiles up at Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Oh, Bill, I couldn’t possibly afford this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Don’t worry, this one’s on me. Go on – try it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina happily skips off to the changing room. As she emerges, Bill’s breath catches in this throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_13eeb3a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: *Thinking to himself* God this woman is gorgeous. What on earth does she see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: *Sighing* Oh, this is perfect. But, Bill, are you sure? It’s very expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Yes, I’m sure. Now come on, let’s pay for the outfit and go explore this beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina smiles her agreement and heads contentedly back to the changing room. The vacation is proceeding exactly as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last day of their vacation. Dina and Bill are enjoying some local food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_13eeb710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: I want to thank you for inviting me, Dina. I’ve had the best few days – I hope we’ll see each other when we get back to Pleasantview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Of course we will. In fact, I hope we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Here, why don’t you try some more of this local wine? It’s very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: OK, but don’t you want some? You don’t seem to be drinking much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_53eeb6f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Well a girl has to watch her weight, you know. Here you go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill sips his drink. The mix of sun, food and drink are making him feel light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Let’s go for a walk. There’s a shrine by the lake which I’d like to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill gets unsteadily to his feet and takes Dina’s arm. As they approach the lake, Dina turns to Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_13eeb6a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Bill, this is so perfect, I don’t want it to end. I know this may seem sudden, but… will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of the local wine is flowing through Bill’s veins. He notices that Dina looks more beautiful than ever and suddenly marriage seems like a wonderful idea. He smiles dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Oh, Dina, I’d love to marry you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina observes Bill’s drunken state and decides to push her advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: I know, let’s do it here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: *Uncertainly* What, get married here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes, right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_f3eeb611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina gazes up at Bill, willing him to agree. She takes his hands in hers and quietly slips a ring onto Bill’s finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_33eeb5fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill looks hazily at Dina, his brain is refusing to function but his body is urging him to do whatever Dina wants. Without waiting a moment longer, Dina seizes the moment and seals the wedding ceremony with a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_33eeb635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one month after retuning from their vacation and unexpected wedding, Dina’s pregnancy begins to show. Bill isn’t stupid and he realizes he has been duped. But in spite of this, he decides to stay with Dina. In many ways, he considers himself lucky to have landed such a beautiful and intelligent wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_2dae895f_f3eebe60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when little Leo is born, Bill convinces himself that his life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ---- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-2425372516938728456?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2425372516938728456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=2425372516938728456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2425372516938728456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2425372516938728456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-2.html' title='Caliente Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/th_snapshot_2dae895f_93eec252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-9064982277117069710</id><published>2007-09-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T09:52:03.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lothario Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lothario House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Lothario (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/house1.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Lothario House&lt;/span&gt;: Don seduced both Caliente sisters and was asked to visit the police station for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don has just got back from his interview with the police. He peers grimly in the mirror and notes his haggard features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Talking to himself* Thank god that’s over. I hope I never have to spend another hour in a police interview room. God I need to get away from this place, it’s too depressing… That’s it! Why don’t I go away? Preferably somewhere hot with plenty of beautiful women…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a moment’s further thought, Don grabs the phone and dials the number of the local travel agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_f3e75275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hello..? Yes – I’d like to book a vacation for a few days… Leaving immediately… Yes, I realize it’s short notice but I’d rather not wait… Where?.. Twikkii Island?.. Is there a beach?... Great, that sounds perfect… Thank you… Bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don hangs up and rushes upstairs to pack a bag. Before long a shuttle bus pulls up outside his front door. Don can hardly get in quickly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_f3edc0de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the car pulls away. Dons sits back and breathes a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don checks into his hotel and wastes no time in grabbing his swimming trunks and heading for the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3edc163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has fun exploring the pirate ship and impressing the local girls with his fine physique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_93edc2ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn out by a busy day of not doing much, Don finds himself a quiet spot on the beach and prepares to sunbathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_53edc251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Thinking to himself* God, this is good. No office, no Pleasantview gossip, and best of all – no policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don neatly lays out his towel at the optimum angle to the sun and lowers himself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Ahhh… This is better then Woohoo. *An image of the Caliente twins soaking in the hot-tub pops into Don’s mind* Well, maybe not better… but a very, close second…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_d3edc275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don drifts off to sleep. Before long he begins to mutter in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: No, Bella…. No! Please stop. Bella… Bella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don wakes up with a start. The last remnants of his nightmare drift away and he groans to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: God help me! This is no good. Even in this idyllic location, there’s no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morosely, Don packs up his belongings and heads back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don has been home for several weeks when he receives an unexpected visit from his favourite neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Don, sweetie. How was your vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3eddf04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Er, great, thanks. You should have come with me – I could have done with some beautiful company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Tsk! I’d have cramped your style. I’m sure you had a whale of a time chatting up the local girls. Anyway, I have a favour to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Anything for you, sweetheart. Fire away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: I’ve had this massive row with Dina and I really need somewhere to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_d3eddf1d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: A row with Nina? What about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Oh, I can’t tell you right now. But I really need to get away for a while. So, can I stay? It’ll just be for a few nights. I’ll sleep on the sofa and you’ll hardly know I’m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Stay as long as you like. And Nina… I’m sure we can find somewhere more comfortable than the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Nina moves into Don’s house, bringing with her a huge suitcase of clothes. They’re both surprised at how easy it is to live together. Don enjoys having a woman around who understands his romantic needs and Nina is relieved to spend time away from her sister. One morning they wake up late…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: What! Is that the time! Quick Don, wake up! We’ll be late for work. I’ll take first shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina jumps out of bed and moves towards the bathroom. She hasn’t noticed Don sneaking up behind her. Don grabs her wrist and swings her into an embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Just one last kiss. Mmm… sure I can’t tempt you back into bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_13ede842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment Kaylnn, the maid, walks in. She freezes in her tracks and her eyes travel downwards to Nina’s stomach. A look of fury creeps over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don senses her glowering presence and slowly turns round to face her, while Nina creeps into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Kaylnn, honey! I wasn’t expecting you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylnn: Clearly! And don’t you call me, honey. What are you doing with her? I trusted you, Don. I thought we had an understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Now come on, Kaylnn. Don’t you play the innocent with me. I know I’m not the only client you have “relations” with. Does the name Daniel Pleasant ring any bells?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylnn: It was over with Daniel a long time ago. Anyway, that was different. I never cared for Daniel. But we… I thought we had an understanding. And now… you and she… have… How could you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3ede839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Kaylnn, sweetheart, I don’t know what you’re talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylynn: God, you disgust me! If you don’t know what I’m talking about then you’re a bigger fool then I thought. Now if you don’t mind I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylnn turns on her heel and with as much dignity as she can muster she strides out of the room. Don shrugs and follows Nina into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Don is soaking in the hot tub and replaying the scene with Kaylynn in his mind. Something was not quite right and he tries to remember Kaylnn’s exact words. Suddenly, a light bulb goes off and Don springs out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Nina? NINA?! Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Shouting* I’m downstairs making dinner. D’you want Spaghetti or Salmon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don rushes downstairs and grabs Nina by the hands. Nina looks innocently up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3ede712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: You’re… you’re… pregnant?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Ah… well, yes. It seems so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: But why didn’t you tell me? This is wonderful news. I’m going to be a Dad again… Er… I am the father aren’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Yes, yes, you are. But I didn’t expect you to be so pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Well, of course I am. Ever since little Bella was born I’ve longed to spend more time with her. There’s nothing more perfect then holding your own flesh and blood in your arms. Oh, Nina, this is perfect – we’re going to have a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_d3ede73d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina looks bemused – this isn’t the Don she knows and loves. Then, impetuously, Don bends down on one knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Nina, will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_53eddf7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts flash through Nina’s mind - the size of the diamond, how cute Don looks kneeling in front of her, how hard life as a single mother would be. The diamond glitters invitingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Do you really mean this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Yes, yes I do. I may not make a perfect husband but I’ll work damn hard to be the best Dad. We work well together, Nina. Please, marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: OK, then. Let’s do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don slips the ring onto Nina’s finger and she holds up her hand, admiring the way it catches the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3eddfaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass and Pleasantview recovers from the shock of Don Lothario and Nina Caliente settling down together. Not that Nina and Don lead a conventional life. Neither is willing to give up their network of “friends” and they both continue to entertain other sims when the opportunity arises. But true to his word, when their daughter, Sophia, is born, Don works hard to be a good Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3ededbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: There you go beautiful. Drink up for Daddy. Hmmm… you’re going to be a heartbreaker just like your mother. I hope you don’t spend money like her though. Yes, Mummy’s gone shopping again and I expect she isn’t buying anything for you or me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina bursts through the front door. Her arms full of the day’s shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Hi - I’m home! I’ll just take these things upstairs, I’ll be down in a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Nina reaches the bedroom she heads straight for the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_adae8020_b3edf19b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Hmm… Not bad. I like the hair – it’s softer, more womanly. I wonder if I can convince Don to baby sit tonight. I think the new me needs a night out on the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina rushes back downstairs to her husband and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ---- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-9064982277117069710?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/9064982277117069710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=9064982277117069710' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/9064982277117069710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/9064982277117069710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-2.html' title='Lothario Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-1481239909719391334</id><published>2007-09-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:01:40.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Dreamer (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Dreamer (G1, Finance, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="369" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/house2.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time in the Dreamer House: Darren tried (and failed) to tell Cassandra about his feelings. Meanwhile, Dirk got into Private School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren is working late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: *Thinking out loud* OK, I have to concentrate if I want this promotion. If only I could get Cassandra out of my mind. Right, let’s finish this report…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_13e9f77c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren taps away on the keyboard for a short while and then stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I wonder what Cass is doing now..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren gazes thoughtfully out of the window as he envisions Cassandra tucked up in bed at home. He visibly shakes himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Stop it, Darren! You have to get this report finished before work tomorrow. Now, concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren finishes his report in the early hours of the morning, just in time to head off to work and achieve the longed for promotion to Mad Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks later, Dirk is outside with Sophie Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_b3e9fb10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Ha! Missed! You’re not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I’ll make you eat those words. Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_d3e9fafd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Ow! Right, this means war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie charges at Dirk with her pillow raised. Dirk ducks and catches Sophie off guard. The fight continues for some time. Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: *Panting* OK, let’s call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_f3e9fb17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Only if you declare me winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Alright, alright. But I demand a re-match tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk thinks for a moment and then moves closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_f3e9face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Hey, Soph. You know I’ll be heading off to Sim State next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Yeah, that’s great. I’m really pleased for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Well, the thing is. I was wondering if you’d decided between Sim State and La Fiesta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: *Sighs* I’m not sure. My parents were over the moon when I got into La Fiesta, but all my friends are going to Sim State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I think you should come to Sim State. It’s your choice not your parents... *Dirk pauses and then rushes on* … besides, I’ll miss you if you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Oh come on, Dirk. I know we’re friends but you’re so popular, you’ll forget all about me once you get to Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: No, really. You and I think alike. We have the same dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: What – you mean we both want to make a stack of cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk takes Sophie’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_53e9fbd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I like you, Soph. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk moves in to kiss Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: Wait! What about Lillith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Lillith and I are taking a break. We… well we don’t have much in common any more. We were never serious anyway. Hey, let’s not talk about Lillith - she and I are history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk leans in again and this time Sophie succumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_b3e9fb4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Dirk is on his way out when his Dad stops him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Wait up, Dirk. D’you have time for a chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_93ea00cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Sure, what is it Dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You know it’s a long time since your mother died. And we both still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk:*Interrupting* Dad, if this is about you and Cassandra then chill. I already know and I think it’s cool. I like Cassandra and she makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_73ea00d5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oh, er, right. So, how long have you known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Oh, ages. You’ve been mooning round after Cassandra for months. In fact, it’s about time you did something about it. Go for it, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_93ea013d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk gives his Dad a quick hug and exits the house, leaving Darren staring after him in mute surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hmph! So, now my son is giving me advice about women?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren thinks about his son’s advice and after a few agonising weeks of indecision, he invites Cassandra round for dinner. They’ve just finished a gourmet meal of Lobster Thermidor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: That was wonderful, Darren. You’re such a great cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I’m glad you enjoyed dinner. I wanted everything to be perfect this evening… There’s something important I’d like to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a long pause and then Darren gets down on one knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_13ea023c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Cass, you’re an amazing woman and I love you with all my heart. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra stares at the ring. Suddenly she remembers her previous engagement. Don had proposed in a flashy restaurant, surrounded by smiling waiters and clapping diners. Darren’s proposal is simpler but it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Oh, yes! Yes, I’ll marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_73ea0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren grins and swings Cassandra into a huge bear-hug. This time, he knows everything is going to be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later, Cassandra and Bella settle into the remodelled Dreamer home. Cassandra and Darren quickly slip into a comfortable routine. One lazy Sunday, they’re reading the papers together when Darren exclaims out loud. Cassandra looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_edae8d77_93eea277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: What’s up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Uh nothing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Your face doesn’t look like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren hesitates, he looks worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Well… I guess you’re going to see this sooner or later. It’s about your mother – the police have made a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_edae8d77_b3eea23e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Yesss… Go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: It says here they’ve identified the spot where Bella… entered the lake. They found fragments of her clothing up on Lakeview Bridge. They’re asking for any witnesses who were in the area on Saturday 5th May 2001 to come forward. They’re especially interested in finding two young women who were caught on security cameras leaving the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Yes, they’ve confirmed that they’re treating your mother’s death as murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%203/snapshot_edae8d77_93eea2b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra’s composure begins to wobble. Darren quickly puts down his paper and rushes to comfort his fiancée&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return false;" tabindex="11" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-1481239909719391334?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1481239909719391334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=1481239909719391334' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1481239909719391334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/1481239909719391334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-2.html' title='Dreamer Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-3846665843373168086</id><published>2007-09-06T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:50:37.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pleasant (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue Pleasant (G1, Fortune, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;Lillith Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Military)&lt;br /&gt;Angela Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 398px;" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/house4.jpg" border="0" height="410" width="425" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time in the Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;: Daniel had an affair with the maid, Kaylynn, and narrowly escaped being discovered by his wife. Angela and Lillith continued to fight. Daniel and Mary-Sue heard that Bella’s body had been found and worried about an upcoming interview with the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel comes home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_73e96fc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Hi! Anyone home? Kids? Mary-Sue? I have great news – I’ve been promoted to Hall of Famer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary-Sue comes out to greet her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Congratulations, darling. That’s wonderful news – and I hope you bought home a nice bonus?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Yes, yes. Is that all you think about – money?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;A police car draws up outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_33e96269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: *Looking frightened* Oh god, Daniel. It’s the police.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Pull yourself together and stay calm. You delay him while I go in and get changed.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel rushes inside and Mary-Sue turns to the police officer.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Good evening officer. And to what do we owe the pleasure?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Officer: I would like to speak with your husband. Is he here?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Er, yes. He’s just inside getting changed. Can I offer you a tea or coffee? Maybe something stronger?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Officer: Mrs Pleasant - officers don’t drink while on duty. Now, please take me to see your husband.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue reluctantly takes the policeman inside where Daniel is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e9634b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Good evening, officer. And what can I do for you?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Officer: I am here to take you down to the station for questioning.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: And may I ask what this relates to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e962fa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Officer: Certain matters have come to light relating to Bella Goth and some financial inconsistencies at the Athletics Club.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel glances quickly at his wife before facing up to the officer.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Now if you’re accusing me of anything then you best get it out!&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Officer: You’re not under arrest, Mr Pleasant. We would just like to take you to the station for questioning. Now will you come with me or do I need to issue a warrant?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Daniel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e962f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Hush, Mary-Sue, it’s fine. Yes of course I’ll come with you. I have nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;The police officer leaves with Daniel.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;That evening, Angela secretly meets Dustin Broke.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angel: Oh, Dustin, thank god you came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: What is it? You sounded distraught on the phone.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: It’s dreadful, Dustin. The police have taken Dad. I saw him getting into a police car and that was hours ago.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: OK, calm down. I know something about how the police work. So, tell me – was your Dad in handcuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e95d77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: *Gasps* No, of course not!&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: OK, so he’s not under arrest. They’re probably taking him in for questioning. Have you any idea what this is all about? I may have some contacts that could help.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: No, I don’t know anything. Mom refuses to talk but she looks worried. Do you think Dad’s in trouble?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: Well it sounds like nothing and I don’t think there’s anything we can do right now. How about we talk about something else? It’ll take your mind off things. Have you sent your uni application in yet?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: Oh, yeah. Lillith and I did that months ago. We’ve both been accepted into Sim State. Though can you believe that Lillith got more scholarships then me?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: Hmph! She’s a dark horse that sister of yours. She could probably do anything if she put her mind to it. She just doesn’t always choose to put her mind to things.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: Yeah, well. I don’t wanna talk about Lillith. What about Dad?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Dustin: I’m sure everything will be OK. You best go in now and check up on your Mom. Give me a kiss before you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e95d68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;In the early hours of the morning, Daniel returns home. Mary-Sue is waiting for him in the kitchen.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Thank god! Are you OK? Why are you wearing that jumpsuit? What did they do to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e95657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Shush, quiet now. We don’t want to wake the girls up. Come and sit down and I’ll tell you what happened.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel and Mary-Sue sit down at the kitchen table.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: So – what happened?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: When I arrived at the station they took all my clothes and personal items away. I think it was meant to scare me into talking. You know – de-humanise me, break me down.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Yes, but what did they want? What do they know?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: First, they asked me about my… my relationship with Bella Goth.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Your relationship? So there was something between you – I knew it! Are you ever going to stop? I’ve ignored a lot, but Bella Goth? From what I’ve heard, there’re few in Pleasantview who haven't had an affair with her.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: OK, let’s not go into it now. It’s been a long day and I’m tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3e85214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: Alright. But was that it? The police officer mentioned financial inconsistencies. Do they know about…&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: *Interrupting* Yes, I’m afraid they do know. Don’t worry; I kept your name out of it. Apparently, Bella found some accounts when she was over here one day.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: You saw Bella here? In our house? Honestly Daniel, you’re despicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e85240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: OK, I have my faults. But you’re not so innocent yourself. Anyway, Bella guessed some of what we were doing and she must have told someone at the club. I don’t know who. After Bella’s disappearance, that person told the police.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: How much do they know?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Everything. But it seems the Athletic Club are not going to press charges.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: So we get off free?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Well not quite. I’ve been forced to resign my job and we’ll have to pay a large fine to the Club. But I think that’s the last we’ll hear about the matter.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: A fine? How much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_93e8521a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Enough to repay what we stole plus interest. But please don’t start on the money thing. We have plenty put away and at least the girls have earned enough scholarships to get them through university. We’ll get by.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Several months pass and the day arrives for the twins to leave for University.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: Bye Mom, bye Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e97044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Mary-Sue: You’ll call us won’t you? Let us know how you’re getting on?&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: Yeah, sure. Don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_93e96d5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela gets into the waiting taxi followed by her sister.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Daniel: Bye, Lillith. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_b3e96da4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Lillith waves quickly and tells the taxi driver to leave. As the car moves off, the two sisters look at each other and grin.&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Lillith: This is it, Sis. We’re free!&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;Angela: I’m so glad we’re friends at last. Here’s to fun, laughter and a new life!&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;top athlete=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/top&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-3846665843373168086?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3846665843373168086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=3846665843373168086' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3846665843373168086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3846665843373168086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-2.html' title='Pleasant Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_house4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-481920004243529881</id><published>2007-09-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:04:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goth House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer Goth (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Bella Goth (G2, Baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="469" src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/house3.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Last time in the Goth House&lt;/font&gt;: Mortimer told Cassandra and Alexander that their mother, Bella Goth, had been found at the bottom of Pleasantview Lake. Cassandra became pregnant by Don Lothario and gave birth to a baby girl, who she named Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3ec5ef1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Listen, I don’t want to talk to you… No, there’s nothing more to say… You’ve meddled in my family’s lives enough… And I don’t want you to mention Bella’s name to me ever again… No, Don, that’s all I have to say on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_73ec5eeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer slams down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra is walking home from work, when she spies Don kissing Kaylynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e9521e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: You bastard! So this is why you weren’t returning my calls? You’ve been messing around with this tart?! Take that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e95204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: And that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_b3e95398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: I never want to hear from you again. And here – you can have your stupid ring back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: But, Cass, come on… You knew what I was like. I still care for you. And there’s little Bella to think about. Can’t we be civil – for Bella’s sake..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_d3e9556f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *On the edge of tears* You… you… you CAD! Don’t you dare bring Bella’s name into this. My daughter has nothing to do with you, NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_b3e953a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra storms off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Alexander is sorting through his mother’s belongings, when he discovers some letters. The letters are addressed to Bella Goth and have been put together using characters cut out from a newspaper. His curiosity aroused, Alexander opens the letters and is shocked by what he reads. He immediately sets out to find his Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_13e941d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Dad, I gotta talk to you. I was going through Mom’s things, and I found these…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_13e941d7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *Looking puzzled* Heh? Let me see those…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer examines the letters with increasing rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: These are hate letters! Who would write such slander about your mother? Look, it says here “YOU BITCH – I HATE YOU – YOU DESERVE TO DIE”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Maybe we should give these to the police? They must have something to do with Mom’s accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: No. I think I’ll keep these. I don’t want others reading this filth. Will you promise to keep this secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e94293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: But Dad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *Interrupting* Please, Alexander. For your mother’s sake. These letters are best destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra is in the bedroom with Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e8afed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Well done, sweetheart. Now, try Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Gampa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Who’s my clever little girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Ella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: That’s right, sweetheart. Now, I want you to be good for Grandpa this afternoon. Mommy has a date with a nice man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_73e8afd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Sighing* No, sweetie. Not, Papa. Now do you want to help Mommy get ready for her date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, Cassandra heads to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e94c0f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a fun but tiring afternoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Stop, please stop! I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Ha! You younger women have no stamina! Come on, one more round. Winner takes all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e94cf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Laughing* Please, Darren. You’ve won the last 4 rounds. Let’s rest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: *Taking Cassandra’s hands* Thank you, Cass, for a wonderful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e94d3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: I should be thanking you. I haven’t had so much fun in a long time. I’d forgotten what it was like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Listen – the band are playing. Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Protesting* What, here? In the park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Why not? Come on – let’s enjoy the music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e94ca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the music stops, Cassandra realizes she doesn’t want to let go. She likes the feel of Darren’s strong arms and finds herself pulling him closer. Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e94d9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, Darren breaks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I’m sorry Cass. I didn’t mean things to move so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Shyly* No, it’s OK. I mean – more than OK. Here, let’s try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_73e94cb7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Cassandra heads off to work in high spirits. And when a run of bad luck results in demotion, she still comes home in a great mood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Singing* Look at me! Happy as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e94487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella runs out to greet Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_73e94ba9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Mom, you’re home! Why are you singing out here?.. Never mind, come inside… I want to show you my school report… Come on, hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: OK, slow down. I’m coming. And when you’ve finished your schoolwork, I have a treat planned. How would you like a more grown up hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yes! Yes! Yes! Can I have my hair like yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Maybe not exactly the same. But let’s see what we can do. And one more thing – I have a special visitor this afternoon and I’d like you to be nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Is it Papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: No, sweetheart. It’s not Papa. But I think you’ll like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Bella is playing chess with Darren, while Cassandra clears the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_33e94ff7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: OK, Bella. I hear you’re a great chess player. So, do you think you can beat me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: ‘Course I can! Uncle Alex taught me and he’s the Pleasantview Chess Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Well, we’ll see about that shall we? Your move…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e95002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Darren fall into silence as they both concentrate on the game. After a short while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Are you and Mom best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e94fe5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Well… I like to think so. You know I care for your Mom very much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Yeah, I know. You should see how long it took Mom to get ready tonight. I thought the King of England was coming to dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: *Looking pleased* Really? So, you think your Mom likes me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Ha! You’d have to be blind not to notice. ‘Course she likes you. Now come on, it’s your move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Darren finish their game; neither of them noticing Cassandra who is watching happily from the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-481920004243529881?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/481920004243529881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=481920004243529881' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/481920004243529881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/481920004243529881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-2.html' title='Goth Round 2'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_house3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-4402189097740142054</id><published>2007-09-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T06:04:17.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Broke House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi Broke (G1, Family, Golden Anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Broke (G1, Finance, Top Criminal)&lt;br /&gt;Beau Broke (G1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin arrives home from school to be confronted by his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Stop right there, young man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: *Rolls eyes* What’ve I done wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: What’s this I hear about you bunking off school and failing classes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_53e8761a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Aw, come on Mom. You know it’s been tough since Dad died. What with holding down a job and keeping up with my school work. I’m doing my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh no! You’re not going to talk your way out of it that easily. I know you’re worth more then D grades and I don’t want you ending up like me and your Da. Besides, I’m going back to work and so you can give up that dreadful job of yours. I don’t want you mixing with that crowd any more. I’m sure they’re all criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_73e8760e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: But Mom I like my job and I’m good at it. Look, I’ll do you a deal – if I get better grades then can I keep my job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Hmm… we’ll see. You have one week to turn your grades round and then we’ll decide. And one more thing – I don’t want you seeing so much of that Pleasant girl. I don’t trust that family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin starts to protest but his Mom has already walked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, Dustin is talking outside to Angela Pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Listen, Angela, it’s a bit tricky right now. My Mom is on the warpath and so I can’t invite you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: But Dustin, I bought that movie you wanted to see. I thought we were going to have an evening in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t look so miserable – I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Now, how about that kiss you promised me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3e87705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin and Angela are interpreted by screams of shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: What the..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: I dunno – but I best go and make sure Mom is OK. See you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin rushes inside, to find Brandi staring at her stomach in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_93e876bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, Dustin. You surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Mom, you’re not…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Pregnant again? Err, looks like I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin sighs heavily and goes to his room, leaving Brandi cradling her stomach and smiling to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later. Brandi is talking to Remmington Harris, the new maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3e87ca0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Here you go Remmington, you’ve been such a help. I don’t know how I’d manage without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3e87c7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Mrs Broke, you mustn’t. I mean, you don’t have much. That is you should be saving for the baby. I mean… I’m sorry, I didn’t insult you did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *clutching her stomach in pain* No, no not at all. Oh god – quick call a doctor. I think the baby is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_73e87d6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington looks round in panic and reaches for the phone. But he’s hardly finished dialling the number for emergency services when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh look – another boy! I’ll call him Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_53e87daa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington looks on in wonder while Brandi cuddles newborn Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: *thinking to self* Now that’s what I call a fast birth! Hmm… I’d never noticed before, Mrs Broke looks quite beautiful with a baby in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months pass and Brandi relies on Remmington more and more. Then one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Remmington, leaving so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: Well, I’m all done here, Mrs Broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_73e8a13c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Why don’t you hang out for a bit? The kids are at school and we have the place to ourselves… And please, call me Brandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: OK, I’d like that, Brandi. You know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: You know – I think you have a beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Why thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi moves closer, gently touching Remmington’s forearm. There’s a moment of awkwardness and then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3e8a1ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remmington: *Sighing contentedly* I’ve wanted to hold you like this for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Oh, Remmington, this feels so perfect…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Brandi calls Dustin and Beau into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Kids, I have something to tell you. I’ve asked Remmington to move in with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3e8a8c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: *sounding confused* The maid? But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well, he and I have… grown close and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Ewww…. Gross! You and Remmington?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Yes, he’s a kind man and he’s good for me. Your father has been gone for many years now and I think we’re all ready to accept someone else into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3e8a908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau: Yeah, but he wears rubber gloves! Even when he’s eating! I’ve seen him – he never takes them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Well maybe that’s one thing we can change about him. But I want you both to be nice, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin: Sure Mom. I’m really happy for you *Dustin hugs Brandi and makes a fast exit*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3e8a953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi is chatting in the kitchen with her friend, Nina Caliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_d3e8aa85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: So you’ve heard the news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: What news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: They found Bella Goth. Her body was discovered at the bottom of Pleasantview Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_f3e8aa92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: Bella? Dead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: That’s right. They’re treating the death as suspicious. I can hardly believe something like this has happened in sleepy old Pleasantview. I thought you’d want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: *Defensively* Why would I care what happened to Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Aw, come on Brandi! I know you hated Bella because of the way she treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae7a30_b3e8aa8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi: OK, you’re right I didn’t like her. But I never wished her dead. Oh, I hope this doesn’t mean trouble for Pleasantview…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-4402189097740142054?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4402189097740142054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=4402189097740142054' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/4402189097740142054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/4402189097740142054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-1.html' title='Broke Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_2dae7a30_53e8761a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-3259833390767389499</id><published>2007-09-04T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:21:35.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caliente Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caliente House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina Caliente (G1, Romance, 20 Woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;Dina Caliente (G1, Fortune, 5 Top Businesses) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina and Dina are talking on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_f3e75fd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: They’ve found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: You mean, Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Yes. A diver found her body at the bottom of Pleasantview Lake. They say the police are interviewing everyone who knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Do you think they’ll want to interview us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: I don’t know. But remember, if they do then we have to stick to our story. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_b3e75ff4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes of course. I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: And one more thing – I think you need to get closer to Mortimer. We need to find out what Bella said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Dina invites Mortimer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Morty, it’s so good to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_d3e75aa0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Oh shush, I wish you wouldn’t call me by that silly name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: What - Morty? But that’s how I think of you. Anyway, tell me how you are. We were all so upset to hear the news about Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: *Sighs* Yes, the kids have taken it hardest. I’d already resigned myself to the fact she was gone forever. But, it was still a shock, mind you. I just can’t bear to think of her at the bottom of a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_b3e75a3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: So, Bella wasn’t having any problems before she disappeared? Any disagreements with her neighbors or family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Not that I ever knew about. In fact, in the last few months we were together, she seemed happier then ever. Listen – I’d prefer not to talk about this, if you don’t mind. Let’s go inside, shall we? You said you had some accounts you wanted me to help you out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_b3e75a8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Nina and Dina are talking at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: So, you’re sure Mortimer doesn’t know anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_d3e76155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yes, absolutely sure. He said that Bella was perfectly happy before her disappearance and he knew nothing about any disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: That’s good. So, we stick to our story then. Now, I need to get ready. I’m expecting Kennedy around shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Kennedy Cox?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_f3e76179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Sure – do you have a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Only that he’s the most argumentative Sim in Pleasantview. And he’s ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Winking* When did I ever let that stop me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Kennedy, what a pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_13e75ef3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: Um, yes,. Err… You’re not wearing much are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Giggling* Oh, you’re so forthright. Would you like me to go change into something more discreet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: Well, um, no. As long as you’re comfortable, then that’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Good, now come a little closer so I can look into your gorgeous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_2dae895f_b3e75f07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think you all know what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-3259833390767389499?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3259833390767389499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=3259833390767389499' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3259833390767389499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3259833390767389499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-1.html' title='Caliente Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_2dae895f_f3e75fd1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-2043994111229445938</id><published>2007-09-04T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:17:25.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lothario Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lothario House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Lothario (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don is home alone and feeling bored. He opens his little black book and starts idly flicking through. His eye falls on the names of the Caliente sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Eeny, meeny, miney, mo, which sister will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don picks up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_f3e75275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Dina?.. Oh, sorry, Nina! You both sound so alike on the phone… I was wondering what you were doing?... Mmm… Uh huh… Well, how about you come round mine for a few hours?.. Fantastic… Don’t forget to bring your swim-suit. We can try out my new hot tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Nina, you look sexy as ever. Why don’t we go up to the hot tub?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An even shorter time later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Mmm… this water feels good. How about you move a little closer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_73e730ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Ah… a woman after my own heart! I love it when a lady makes the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_33e730c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Oh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_13e73111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_b3e7319f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_b3e73145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Thanks for a wonderful time, Don. I hate to leave but I’m expecting a visitor tonight and have to go home and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: A male visitor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: *Laughing* You’re not jealous are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Also laughing* No, just curious. I think you and I understand each other well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don is surfing the web and looking for a new job. He wants to switch to the Slacker career track but is not having much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_b3e7565e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Come on. There has to be something else out there. Why can’t I find a job in the entertainment industry? I just know I’d be a great party guest. I’d even work as a golf caddy. Anything is better then slaving away in an office all day. I’ve been looking for four days now and nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hi, Dina! It’s great to hear from you… What, you’d like to come round?.. Sure, I’d love to see you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_93e7524e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: It’s good to see you, Dina. *Thinking to self* why can’t I get her sister out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_73e75360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Yeah, Nina told me she was round earlier and I thought I’d pop by and check out your new hot tub for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Great, did you bring your swim-suit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Err… well no, actually. I want to SEE your hot-tub, not use it. Nina and I are thinking about buying one of our own and so I wanted to see what model you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Oh, right. Ok. Well, come along up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *Sounding bored* Yeah, I can’t remember whether it came with a warranty. But I have the paperwork here… Look, why don’t we sit down somewhere comfortable and talk about hot tubs some more…. That’s better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_73e753c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina: Err… Don, I don’t really know about this. I mean I find you attractive and everything. But…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *thinking to self* Wow, she’s a lot colder then her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: *out loud*. Just relax and have fun… See - that feels good doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina eventually succumbs to Don’s gentle pressuring and leaves some time later, having completely forgotten about hot tubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months later, Don is still looking for a less strenuous job, when the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_adae8020_13e752a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Hello… Who?... The police?!.. Er, yes, I know Bella Goth… When did I last see her? I can’t quite remember… She’s what?!.. Dead!... Of course I’m surprised, I’d assumed she’d run off with some lover… I don’t know why I’d think that, but she just vanished didn’t she? What else should I have thought?... Yes, yes, I can come down to the station… OK, tomorrow at 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Next&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-2043994111229445938?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2043994111229445938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=2043994111229445938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2043994111229445938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/2043994111229445938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-1.html' title='Lothario Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_adae8020_f3e75275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-6558480192013040392</id><published>2007-09-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:09:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamer Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Darren (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Dreamer (G1, Finance, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_93e7279f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hi Cassandra! About the other day, I’d really like to talk with you… Uh, huh... Yes, I know you must be busy with the new baby. But can’t your Dad baby-sit for a few hours?... Please, Cassandra, it’s important… Great! See you in 30 minutes?... OK, bye then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minute later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Cassandra, I’m glad you came. *Stops and looks again* Wow, you look amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *Blushes* Aw, thanks, Darren. After, Bella was born I was fed up with my old look and so I made a few changes. I’m glad you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_73e72570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Like it? I’m speechless! I hope you’ll let me paint you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Oh, I don’t know about that, maybe when I have more free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Sure, I understand. I suppose Don likes the new you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Hmm. Well, ummm… Don and I aren’t together any more. It seems he wasn’t quite ready to be a father yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oh, I see. Well, I’m sorry about that, I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_73e725a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Don’t worry, Darren, you don’t have to lie. You never liked Don and I’m beginning to see why. Now that I have Bella to care for, I see things a lot more clearly. Don was never going to be good husband and father material. Anyway, you said you wanted to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Oh, yeah, right. Well, the thing is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren is interrupted by a loud screeching noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: What in heavens was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hmph! That’s Dirk taking Lillith for a spin in his new car. I can’t believe I was fool enough to buy him a car! He’s already learnt how to do hand break turns. Look, I better go check they’re alright. Can I call you later? We can finish our conversation then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Phew! That was the best! Where did you learn to drive like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_d3e72e95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Oh, you know. I’ve just been practising here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Will you tech me to drive? Mom and Dad won’t let me drive and besides they’d send me crazy in a car. You’d be a way better teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Of course I will, for a price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Oh, yeah? And what kind of payment did you have in mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Come here and I’ll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_53e72e32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and Dirk are eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I’ve invited the headmaster around for dinner tonight and so I want you home early from school. No hanging around with Lillith, OK? I want you back here to help me clean the house and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Yeah, OK, Dad. But I don’t know why you want me to go to the Private School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_d3e72601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Well, you’re the one who keeps going on about money. And if you want to do well then a good education is the best start you can have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I guess you’re right. It’s just I’ll miss Lillith and all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You see plenty of Lillith as it is. She only lives down the street for goodness sake. Now, off you go. That’s the school bus I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Dirk comes home from school and starts preparing Pork Chops for the headmaster. His Dad gets home from work just before the headmaster arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Look at me! Another promotion! I’ll be a Nutty Professor before you know it. Or do I mean Mad Scientist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_33e72ef7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: Dad, get in here NOW. It was your idea to have the headmaster around so stop wasting time singing on the sidewalk. Look – I’ve cleaned the house and have the Pork Chops cooking. So all you have to do is be nice to the guy when he gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Whoa! You’ve changed your tune, only yesterday you were asking me why Private School. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirk: I dunno really. I just woke up with a burning desire to get into Private School. So are you going to help me or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later - a well-fed and duly impressed headmaster departs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_73e72c7f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headmaster: Congratulations, Mr Dreamer. Dirk is a charming young man and I’m sure he will do well at Sim Masters School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren is on the phone to Cassandra again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_d3e727ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time, Cassandra... Yes, but please, let me finish. I have to say this... Cassandra, over the years I have watched you grow into a beautiful and intelligent woman and my feelings for you have changed... Please, let me finish! Cassandra, I think I'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_edae8d77_93e727b9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: *continuing* Cassandra..? CASSANDRA?... Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-6558480192013040392?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6558480192013040392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=6558480192013040392' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6558480192013040392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/6558480192013040392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-1.html' title='Dreamer Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_edae8d77_93e7279f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-3928802941293652621</id><published>2007-09-03T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:38:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Pleasant (G1, Romance, Top Slacker)&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue Pleasant (G1, Fortune, Top 5 Businesses)&lt;br /&gt;Lillith Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Military)&lt;br /&gt;Angela Pleasant (G1, Popularity, Top Law)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_33e707f3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue goes to work, leaving Daniel home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Bye, Darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Bye, Sweetheart. Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: You too – be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the maid finishes for the day and asks Daniel if he would like her to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_13e70935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: *Patting the bed* Why don’t you lie down beside me, right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some time later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e7094f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Mmm… that was beautiful, honey. Though I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up for. I think Mary-Sue suspects something. She may turn a blind eye to most of my infidelities, but this one is a little too close to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylynn: Wait, what’s that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Hmm… that’s odd. It’s too early for Mary-Sue or the kids to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e709d9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue has been demoted at work due to an unlucky chance card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: *Calling* Daniel? Daniel, are you home? I’ve had the worst possible day at work. Oh! I didn’t expect you to still be here, Kaylynn. Are you only just finishing for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_53e70a16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylynn nods and leaves hurriedly. Daniel breathes a sigh of relief and turns to his wife smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue and Daniel are at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e85240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I hear they found Bella’s body. I hope…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: *Interrupting* Hush, let’s not talk about that now. The girls might hear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith and Angela enter arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: I don’t know what you see in that Dustin Broke. He’s a complete loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3e70efa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Oh yeah? And what about Dirk Dreamer – lives alone with his crazy Dad? Dreams of making money when his Dad can’t even afford a new car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: You bitch! Don’t you dare say another word against Dirk. And besides, his Dad has promised him a car for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_f3e70ebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: I’ll say what I like. Besides, it’s the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Shut your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anglea: Why don’t you try and stop me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and Lillith fight while their parents look on despairingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, Mary-Sue and Lillith are in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Mom…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_b3e70c4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Mmm? What do you want now? I recognise that tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: Dirk Dreamer has invited me to the movies tonight. I was wondering whether you could lend me some money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Movies? You’re still grounded from sneaking out last weekend. You won’t be going to any movies tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_93e70c3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: But Mom. It’s the opening night of Sim Cop II. I have to go – everyone will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: No, Lillith. You’re still grounded and that’s my final word on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith: I hate you! Take this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_d3e70c27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillith storms out, leaving behind a shocked Mary-Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue and Daniel are talking in the hallway. The kids are out and Daniel looks worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: We really have to talk about Bella Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: Listen, Daniel. The less we talk about it the sooner we can forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I think you need to know something. The police are treating Bella's death as suspicious. They're interviewing everyone who knew her and I have to go down to the station tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue: *In a scared voice* Oh, Daniel. What's going to happen? You don't think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: No, don't worry about anything. Everything is going to be OK. Come on, I know a way to take your mind off things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_cdae71fd_b3e70a5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary-Sue and Daniel exit towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** ----- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-3928802941293652621?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3928802941293652621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=3928802941293652621' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3928802941293652621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/3928802941293652621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-1.html' title='Pleasant Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_cdae71fd_33e707f3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-5610512070063100121</id><published>2007-09-03T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:38:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth Round 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goth House&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer Goth (G1, Knowledge, Mad Scientist)&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra Goth (G1, Family, 6 Grandkids)&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Goth (G1, Teen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra and Don Lothario are in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_73e1f214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra *thinking to self*: Please kiss me, please kiss me. Oh, I know he’s going to kiss me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e1efd1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: Oh Cassandra, you’re so beautiful. Why don’t we go upstairs where it’s more comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra *thinking to self*: I really shouldn’t do this. But, he’s so dreamy. Surely, a kiss and cuddle in the bedroom can do no harm? No, I mustn’t. At least… not while Dad and Alexander are in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don: So, what do you think? Just you and me, together… upstairs..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra *thinking to self*: Well… Dad and Alexander will be busy with their chess game for hours. Maybe, just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra *out loud*: Yes, OK. Come on, it’s this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_13e1f2ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra *thinking to self*: That was wonderful… Oh, but what have I done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening the Goth family are having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e1f66a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Children, I have something important to tell you. It’s about your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3e1f63d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: What is it, Dad? Has there been another sighting? People are saying she’s moved to some strange town somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: No, not a sighting. Your mother has been found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e1f6b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: *excited* Mom? Found? Where? Is she OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_f3e1f624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: I’m sorry, Alexander. This is difficult for me to tell you. Your mother has been found… at the bottom of Pleasantview Lake. She is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_d3e1f714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander and Cassandra break down crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later, Alexander and Cassandra are playing chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, Cass, you’re getting a bit fat aren’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_33e6fc3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: What? I don’t know what you’re talking about? You’re just trying to distract me because I’m winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_33e6fc4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: No really, Dad mentioned it the other day. *pauses thinking* Hey! You’re not pregnant are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rings and Cassandra goes to answer the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_53e6fd4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Hi, Cassandra. I haven’t seen you out and about much recently and so I thought I’d drop by to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Oh, yeah, hi. You better come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: You don’t sound like your usual self, what’s up? Is all the wedding planning starting to get on top of you? I’m sure you must have lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Well, no, that’s not it exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: There’s not some sort of trouble between you and Don is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e6fd73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: *sighing* I just don’t know what’s up with Don. He’s not returning my calls or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: *angrily* Well you know what I think. That man is not good enough for you. There are plenty of good men out there who would treat you far better. *softening* Please, Cassandra, don’t marry Don Lothario. You’re too good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_b3e6fd7b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: I’m sorry, Darren. I don’t want to have this conversation. I think you should leave now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, Darren returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: Cassandra, we must talk. I’ve been speaking with Alexander and he told me all about your…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren is interrupted by a shout from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander: Hey, guys, come quick! Something weird is happening to me. Whoa!! This feels real funny, I think I’m gonna be sick…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_93e6fe93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander grows up and rolls Family. He wants to have 6 Grandkids just like his big sister. It looks like the Goths will be taking over the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, and 7 months later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Dad, come and see your Granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_93e70303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: Hello there, little one. Aren’t you a cute little thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/snapshot_6dae6a73_93e70358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer: She’s gorgeous, Cassandra. I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time about your pregnancy. I don’t care whether that scum ball, Don, marries you or not. This little girl is worth a million Don Lotharios. What are you going to call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra: Well, I’ve been thinking a long time about suitable names. And I’ve decided to call her… Bella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-5610512070063100121?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5610512070063100121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=5610512070063100121' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5610512070063100121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/5610512070063100121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-1.html' title='Goth Round 1'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%202/th_snapshot_6dae6a73_73e1f214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-8081175084559862852</id><published>2007-09-03T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:22:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Table of Contents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/background-story.html"&gt;Background&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Round 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-1.html"&gt;Goth House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-1.html"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-1.html"&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-1.html"&gt;Lothario House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-1.html"&gt;Caliente House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-1.html"&gt;Broke House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Round 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-2.html"&gt;Goth House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-2.html"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-2.html"&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-2.html"&gt;Lothario House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-2.html"&gt;Caliente House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-2.html"&gt;Broke House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Round 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-3.html"&gt;Goth House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasant-round-3.html"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/dreamer-round-3.html"&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/lothario-round-3.html"&gt;Lothario House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/caliente-round-3.html"&gt;Caliente House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/broke-round-3.html"&gt;Broke House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/university-round-3.html"&gt;University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Round 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/goth-round-4.html"&gt;Goth House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/pleasant-round-4.html"&gt;Pleasant House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreamer-round-4.html"&gt;Dreamer House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/lothario-round-4.html"&gt;Lothario House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/caliente-round-4.html"&gt;Caliente House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/broke-round-4.html"&gt;Broke House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/harris-round-4.html"&gt;HarrisHouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/university-round-4.html"&gt;University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Special Episode&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/confession.html"&gt;The Confession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Round 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goth House&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant House&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer House&lt;br /&gt;Lothario House&lt;br /&gt;Caliente House&lt;br /&gt;Broke House&lt;br /&gt;Harris House&lt;br /&gt;University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-8081175084559862852?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8081175084559862852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=8081175084559862852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8081175084559862852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/8081175084559862852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html' title='Table of Contents'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388466032965280470.post-860431844870547259</id><published>2007-09-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:49:47.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Background Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the beginning, there were 6 families…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. GOTH HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Cassandra is ready to start a family of her own, but can she tame the town Cassanova? And can Mortimer bounce back after the disappearance of his wife Bella?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_00000001_2de303eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cassandra, Mortimer and Alexander Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer and Bella were childhood sweethearts. Bella was everything to Mortimer and their life together was a happy one, at least on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_6dae6a73_6db0f200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mortimer marries Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first child was a girl, Cassandra. Mortimer was the happiest man alive and he doted on his two girls, Bella and Cassandra. Yet Mortimer secretly hoped for a son. As he became older he began to accept he may never have a son to continue the Goth name. Then unexpectedly Bella fell pregnant for a second time. This time it was a boy and they named him Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_6dae6a73_0db0f1ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cassandra Plays with Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all was not well in the Goth household. Bella was spending more and more time away from home. She was often spotted leaving Don Lothario’s home late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_adae8020_cdb0f521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella and Don Lothario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one ordinary spring day, Bella disappeared from Pleasantview and was never heard from again. This prosperity story begins several years after Bella’s disappearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. PLEASANT HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“On the surface, Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant seem to have the perfect life, but is their love a flimsy façade? And can Angela and Lilith make the right choices when it comes to love?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_00000001_ede303ea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary-Sue, Daniel, Lillith &amp; Angela Pleasant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was a promising athlete when he met Mary-Sue. He was also popular with the ladies and in no hurry to settle down. But then Mary-Sue fell pregnant and for once in his life Daniel did the honourable thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_cdae71fd_6db0f27e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel marries Mary-Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 5 months after the wedding, Mary-Sue gave birth – to twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_cdae71fd_adb0f280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lillith and Angela are born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, marriage did little to tame Daniel and while Mary-Sue worked hard to keep the family together, Daniel dreamed of romance. Mary-Sue was under no illusions about her husband. She suspected him of having affairs with many women including their neighbour, Bella Goth. Like many women in Pleasantview, Mary-Sue was not unhappy when Bella vanished from the neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. DREAMER HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Darren is pursuing his dream of being an artist, while his son Dirk hits the books. And Darren may have found his muse, but will his creativity be enough to win Cassandra's affection?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_00000001_8de303e9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darren &amp; Dirk Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren lost his wife, Darleen, to a rare and incurable Sim disease. Since then he has dedicated himself to his art and bringing up his only son, Dirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_edae8d77_4db0f3ef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darren and Dirk Mourn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren and Bella Goth were special friends and after Bella’s disappearance Darren made a special effort to look out for the Goth family. Over the years, he watched Cassandra mature into a bright and charming Sim. And as he did so, something unexpected happened, Darren fell in love for the second time his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. LOTHARIO HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Who is Don Lothario? Is his engagement to Cassandra Goth genuine? And what about the rumor that her mother, Bella, was last seen scaling the deck of his condo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_00000001_ade303e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don Lothario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don Lothario was a man with many interests, or to be more accurate - many female interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_adae8020_edb0f520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don and the Caliente Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don lived life carelessly, relying on his older, female friends for financial support. So when Bella Goth disappeared, Don lost a close friend and his principal source of income. The money collectors began to line up on his doorstep and Don needed to find a solution. That was when he noticed Bella’s grown up daughter for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_adae8020_0db0f51d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don and Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;On her 21st birthday, Cassandra gained access to a sizeable trust fund. Not long after that, Don proposed marriage and Cassandra accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. CALIENTE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Was it just coincidence that the Caliente sisters arrived on the eve of Bella's disappearance? And is their interest in Mortimer physical... or fiscal?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/snapshot_00000001_2de303e4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nina and Dina Caliente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina was always a high maintenance sort of girl. She saw dollar signs everywhere and when she met Michael Bachelor she was immediately charmed by his generosity. Dina and Michael’s courtship was short – too short according to many. Even Dina’s sister, Nina, was put out by the sudden wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_2dae895f_adb0f4a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dina marries Michael Bachelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella Goth did not take to her new sister-in-law. She was convinced that Dina had tricked Michael into marrying her. And when Michael died suddenly, Bella was not prepared to let it go. She was certain her brother had been harmed in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caliente sisters moved to Michael’s Pleasantview bachelor pad the day of Bella’s disappearance. They were quick to make an impression, especially on the male population. Soon after moving in, Nina and Dina sought out Mortimer Goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_2dae895f_edb0f4a4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Caliente Sisters Visit Mortimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not clear whether the sisters were interested in old Mortimer or finding out whether Bella had confided anything to him. Either way, Mortimer was happy to entertain two beautiful young women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. BROKE HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Brandi was left to raise two boys alone following her husband's suspicious pool ladder accident. With Dustin acting out, can Brandi teach young Beau to make the right choices in life?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_00000001_ede303e7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandi, Beau &amp; Dustin Broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had been cruel to Brandi. She was bullied at school for her old clothes and dowdy looks. Bella, who was the leader of the popular kids, was especially cruel. Brandi fell pregnant while still in high school and subsequently dropped out of school to marry Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_2dae7a30_edb0f598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skip Proposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin was born just after the wedding and ten years later Brandi’s second son, Beau, was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Pleasantview%201/snapshot_2dae7a30_cdb0f597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brandi Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip was a good father but a terrible husband. He drank heavily and was not always gentle with Brandi. When Skip fell into the unfinished swimming pool and drowned, the coroner ruled it was an accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----- *** -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Several years have passed since Bella disappeared from Pleasantview, read on to find out what happens next to these 6 families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/table-of-contents.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/goth-round-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5388466032965280470-860431844870547259?l=bellas-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/feeds/860431844870547259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5388466032965280470&amp;postID=860431844870547259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/860431844870547259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388466032965280470/posts/default/860431844870547259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellas-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/background-story.html' title='Background Story'/><author><name>Sally</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u124/sallyorford/Chapter%205/th_snapshot_00000001_2de303eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
