nix- thanks luv…yeah Dash is fine see I told you it would be okay.

D – thanks….published? I wouldnt even know how to do that.

HI5 – you love Dash and her ability to make the ladies swoon so I added a little more of her playful hustler charm. Ps I hope your pen-name isnt in reference to what I think ( my bf calls HIV the HI-5)

Lyn – yeah I was gonna hold off on Van for a bit, but people seemed to be curious…so if he seems rushed in this chapter its cause it was totally unplanned…I wasnt going to reveal who/what hes around for until the stuff I planned for the ending starts coming up.

Searchin – welcome to the board, and thanks for reading and your comments. And criticism is welcome…like the fact that I cant spell for ***** :)

SHY – ~biting lip~ este noche, tu eres mi inspiracion.

JanetMG – passing the midnight oil to you luv. Its ten and Im going down. Ive been to bed three times before midnight in the past two weeks…I havent done that since I was a kid ( granted I got up at like 3 but still)

Kabby – you thought this was one of the best? I thought it was one of the worse…I am my own worse critic oh well…my favorite is chapter 2 by far oh and the kitchen, and bathroom ones. Go back and read them…youll see my style was completely different then. It just flowed.

Adb- if I could blush I would…thanks for the great words luv. Ill try to keep them coming as soon as I can but I am slowing down because of other priorities in my life right now.

Cfone – her you go luv. Ill try to fix you up soon.

Phoenix – I have a confession to make…I miss Alice and Shane more than you do…I just cant let Alice come back quite yet…and when she does…Shanes gonna tell her to ***** off…sorry but thats how it SHOULD go.

M_rave – nice to see you took a break….would be a real waste to do all this studying only to pass out during the mcats dont ya think?

Lwordjunkie – Ill fix the Al/Shane thing as soon as I finish writing it in my head…then Ill hand write it then type it up after the 3453 chapters I already have written.

Maybeyes – Dash is safe and up to no good as usual.

C2bc & Seven & M- yes Ive discussed it with the members of the organization and theyve come to the collective decision that I need to be funny and back off the drama…..see I need critiques or I end up on a merry go round of the same boring things.

Marsupial & Biased- wow thanks for joining the comment board, both of you .M… Hows your story going? You are orangemarsupial correct? Maybe I am confused…I havent slept in a bit. But thanks luv..night


Chapter 44

:::This week on ***** of Our Lives:::


Love is, Love was, Love shall be…. Carl Sandburg


Sunday morning. The early morning sun crept through the windows of every home in West Hollywood. The birds were chirping, lawns were being mowed, husbands were ***** the housekeepers and wives were out sleeping with their husbands best friends. Life was good. No life was great.

::WHACK::

Tina rolled over a received a hearty slap across the face.

Tina: Arg!

She opened her eyes and blinked away the morning sun that had come too soon. She could feel an knee in her back and another wedged into her stomach. The elbow that was pressed against the back of her neck made no attempt to adjust to her rousing body and the hand spread across her face didnt retreat either. She lifted her head slightly to see the hand belonged to Dash, who was spread out in front of her taking up most of Shanes bed. If you could call the mattress on the floor of her crack house inspired room a bed.

Tina arched her head around to see Bette spread eagle behind her laid out on her chest with one arm bent over the small of her own back and the opposite knee driven up to the point where she felt the sharp pain in her back.

Tina was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place, with no chance of getting out. She wiggled and struggled to release herself from the labyrinth of limbs without success. She stopped when she heard heavy footsteps from bare feet padding down the hall.

She recognized the baritone chuckle as something that could only come from Van as he entered the room. Tina looked out the corner of her eye to see him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

Tina: Not funny!

Van: Need some help aye?

Tina: Please!

Tina watched as he walked over to the foot of the mattress that laid on the floor. He grabbed Tina by the ankles and pulled her until she slid down the mattress from within the human Octopuss that held her captive. Van tugged her one final time and she flew off the bed and landed with a thump on the floor.

Van: Sorry….forget my own strength sometimes.

Tina slowly stood up and turned to see Bette holding a finger over her mouth signaling for Dash to stop laughing. Bette shoved her playfully, and Dash covered her head with a pillow and shook as Bette laid her head down and continued to pretend to sleep.

Tina turned to Van who was biting his lip to control his own laughter. Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the bed and motioned for Van to pull the two off and onto the floor. Van shook his head and rubbed his chest after pointing at Dash. Tina nodded and tapped her chin as she thought of good form of payback for the wild and lazy sleepers.

Tina: So Van…I see you slept in your clothes.

Van gave her a questioning look. Tina rolled her hands to tell him to keep going.

Van: Uhm yeah I uh..didnt really sleep and I dont fit anything in the house.

Tina: Oh well it looks like you sweat right through that tight t-shirt of yours….if youd like I could wash it for you while you take a quick shower.

Vans eyes bugged out of his head.

Tina: Why dont you slip out of those clothes and Ill go throw them in the wash really quick.

Tina covered her mouth and pointed at the bed. Both Bette and Dash lay frozen holding their breaths.

Van: Uhm…sure Tina…heres my shirt.

Van ran his hands up and down his chest to make a noises for the women to hear.

Tina: My, my…you do have one impressive chest….may I?

Van: Why sure.

Van started to get into his role as the beef-cake and did his best to hold back his laughter. Tina leaned in and playfully shoved him with her shoulder.

Tina: Mmmm….your muscles are bulging….and God your nipples are rock hard.

Vans face went bright red and Tina held her hand up to her mouth. She pulled it away and mouthed Sorry . Van pointed to Bette and Tina watched as her hands clenched the sheets that were now pulling away from the edge of the mattress.

Tina: Sooo….about those pants.

Tina spun her finger in a circle, telling Van to turn around and made a zipping motion with her hand. Van shook his head quickly and she begged silently with her hands together in a praying motion. Van turned around when she stuck out a pouty lip that left him open for anything. He turned around and closed his eyes saying a silent message to God that is was just innocent fun.

Van: Well if you insist on getting me all cleaned up.

Van pulled down the zipper of his pants making a noise that seemed ten times louder in the room where everyones breath was being held. Dash pulled th pillow from her head in shock as Bette leapt from the bed and lunged at Van. She jumped on him with her full body weight and wrapped herself around him.

Tina gasped and fell back out of the way landing back on the bed. She turned and looked at Dash who mirrored the horror she felt, on her own face. Tina turned back to Bette when she saw Dash burst out laughing. She looked up to see Bette completely wrapped around Vans upper body shaking and pounding on his chest. Van stood with his arms up as if he wanted Tina to tell him what to do. His body seemed unaffected by the feather-weight contender that had shown up for the fight. Bette looked like a Spider monkey trying to shake a coconut from a tree. Her efforts were futile and she soon clung for dear life and gasped for breath.

Tina flung her head back and let out a guttural laugh. Bette stopped and looked down at Tina who was rolling around on the mattress in her worn blue pajama pants with matching tank top.

Bette: What the ***** Tee!

Tina held her sides and rolled on the bed next to Dash. Dash shook her head and threw a pillow at her.

Tina: So how does it feel to be played?

Bettes jaw dropped and she looked at Van. She saw her fingers wrapped around his neck and her legs flung around his tree trunk waist. She slowly unwrapped them and sunk to the floor. He looked at her with a menacing scowl and she backed away slowly. Van looked over at Tina who was giggling like a little kid and burst out with his deep laugh that scared Bette. She looked over at Tina and jumped on top of her on the bed straddling her and pinning her on her back.

Bette: You think thats funny?

Tina shook her head with a serious look.

Tina: Absolutely not….its ***** hilarious.

Bette started tickling Tina causing her to squirm and wiggle under her weight.

Tina: Stop…STOP!

Bette clamped down on Tinas nipples causing her to freeze. She held back part of her moan but not enough to get Van to look down with his jaw open. Dash raised an eyebrow and licked her lips as she watched, waiting to see who would make the next move.

Bette: Apologize!

Tina continued to squirm under her body weight.

Tina: For what? Im not sorry…and you two were mean too.

Bette squeezed hard causing an involuntary arch of the hips from Tina.

Tina: Hmmm….dont you think that perhaps you should come up with a G-rated punishment?

Bette turned to look at Van who was in shock and then back at Dash who seemed…well a little too aroused for someone who was deathly ill hours before. Bette was snapped from her mental conflict by a crashing noise. She looked up to see Shane standing in the door way with her arm in a sling. On the floor was a large frying pan and Shane had a spatula sticking out of the sling along side her cast.

Shane: What the ***** are you doing?

Bette released Tinas chest and leaned back with a look of shame written on her face.

Shane: Are you crazy? Do you know how much trouble were already going to get in?

Tina was surprised at how upset Shane was getting over Dash seeing their antics. She figured shed been exposed to a lot worse in the past week then the two of them playing (ahem) innocently on the bed. Shane walked over to Van and covered his eyes with her good hands.

Shane: This is an innocent man youre corrupting here….youre gonna get us all sent straight to *****!

Dash burst out laughing and hurled a pillow across the room at Shane. She tried to deflect the pillow but was hit in her bad arm. She winced and picked the pillow up from the floor, sending it back in Dashs direction.

Van: Alright you four, am I going to have to separate you?

They all looked at each other and nodded innocently. Van rolled his eyes and walked out the room while picking up the frying pan on his way out.

Tina: Hey Shane?

Shane: Yeah Tee?

Shane plopped down on the bed behind Bette and Tina, quickly regretting her rough landing.

Tina: Is that the same guy who stormed in here last night? The same guy who grumbled through the place saying it was a house of sinners?

Tina looked over at Shane who had a small smile on her face.

Shane: No…that is a completely different guy.

Dashs stomach growled like a wild animal. She rubbed her stomach and looked up at Tina with a slight pout.

Dash: Uhm….Ms. Kennard…I mean…uhm…Tina…….if it wouldnt be too much trouble would you mind….

Tina: Oh my God…

Tina jumped up dumping Bette onto the floor.

Tina: You poor thing, wed better get some food in you…what can I get you? Ill make whatever you want.

Dash: No really, Ill just have a cup of juice or something.

Tina knelt beside Dash and rubbed her thigh.

Tina: Absolutely not..I wont hear it, we need to get some food into you.

Dash looked down at the bed and twisted the sheets in her hands.

Dash: Uhm…well if it wouldnt be too much trouble, Marina left me her recipe for Cinnamon Chip pancakes….if youre not to busy….. would you mind….

Tina leaned in and pushed the wild bangs out of her face. They reminded her so much of Shane, especially since they were both going with this new look that had green streaks sent in every direction. Tina looked over at Shane who looked just as pitiful as Dash. Her chin was scraped from her rough landing on the pavement and there were scratches and bruises going up her arms.

Tina: Shane what can I get you?

Shane: Oh Im straight…you know me, Im not very hungry.

Tina: Shane you have to eat, you had a long night…

Shane: Well, Van was going to have me cook breakfast.

Tinas jaw dropped as Shane pulled the spatula out of her sling. She handed it to Tina and gave a weary shrug of her shoulders.

Shane: Im just happy I dont have to flip the pancakes with my only good hand…..I dont want to exert it on my first day without the other one.

Shane looked down at her bad wrist with glassy eyes and rubbed the cast where the bone was sticking out the night before. Bette just looked back and forth between the three like she was watching one of Danas matches.

Tina: How about I make you my famous french toast?

Shane: But dont you make it with banana nut bread?

Tina: Ill go grab it from next door.

Bettes jaw dropped. She had been thinking about Tinas Banana Nut french toast all night. She thought Tina would make it for the two of them. She also thought by now they would be eating naked in their own kitchen as a sort of halftime snack break before a day long marathon of ***** all around the house. But instead she slept in Shanes bed with the ghosts of who knows how many sexual conquests, a sick teenager and a snoring dog. It was all a little much for Bette and now her french toast was being offered up to someone else.

Shane: Well okay if you insist…you know Im a sucker for your french toast.

Tina brushed the hair form her eyes and held both Shane and Dashs chins in her hands. She had no clue what she was going to do with the two. She did know that they made her want to just take them home and rock them to sleep like they were her own children. She kissed them both on the forehead and bounced out of the room. Bette quickly became irate and crossed her arms.

Bette: Uhm Tina….arent you forgetting someone?

Tina stopped and turned around.

Tina: Oh my God baby youre right…how could I be so stupid…wheres my head….

Bettes face spread into a cheesy grin.

Tina: Vans been here all night hes probably starving.

Tina walked out sneaking a wink over at Dash and Shane that left them holding back their own giggles. Bette snapped her head over to the two to see them with innocent looks on their faces. She looked back and forth between the two.

Shane: Marinas pancakes and Tinas french toast? Next thing you know Laura will be here making Belgian waffles for the two of you….what do you two just have kryptonite in your throats…you just get women to do whatever you ask?

Dash and Shane looked at each other and shrugged.

Bette: Oh Ms. Kennard…dont worry about me…Ill just sit here like a Somalian and…and oh I dont know Ill drink some water to stop the pain….

Dash started laughing at Bettes dramatic impression.

Bette: Oh Tina……could you cook breakfast…Im just too tired from my fall last night…and could you run next door and just serve me up the food Bette had planned on eating, she wont need it…especially since you didnt have wild rabbit ***** all night like you planned.

Bette turned to Shane with a look that could kill. Shane held up one hand in surrender and shrugged towards her.

Shane: Hey man she asked us what we wanted….not our fault women want to take care of us….. more specifically, its not our fault YOUR woman wants to take care of us.

Bette gave her a look of mock horror and launched towards her but stopped when she heard the doorbell ring.

Dash: Who the ***** would that be? Its too early for visitors.

Bette nearly snorted at Dashs comment. She was pretty much living there already and knew the lay of the land after only one weekend with the gang. Bette stood up helping Shane along the way. They made there way through the living room and kitchen until they got to the front door. Bette thought she heard the lawnmower going and looked out the window to see Van pushing a lawnmower with is t-shirt hanging out of his back pocket. The sweat was dripping off his body and his hair was stuck to his forehead.

Bette: Now that is a temptation sent directly from God!

Shane rolled her eyes and shook her head. She shoved Bette towards the door and she opened it too see Lara standing with a bag of groceries, watching Van tame the wild lawn with the mower. She held her hand up behind her to knock on the door again, only to knock on Bettes chest instead. She continued to knock, oblivious to what she was doing as the chiseled body of the man in the front yard held her attention.

Bette: Uhm Lara?

Lara turned to see Bette and stepped back to see if she was at the right house.

Bette: Yes you got the right house we slept here last night…long story short, Dash got really sick.

Lara: Oh My ….is she okay?

Dash came bouncing into the room with her IV pouch taped to the handle of a broom stick.

Dash: Hey there Soup Chef!

Bette rolled her eyes and turned to Dash.

Bette: What are you doing out of bed? And that thing is not a toy, keep the bag elevated!

Dash held the broom stick up like the Statue of Liberty and mimicked Bette behind her back when she turned to face Lara. Lara laughed and shook her head.

Lara: Well we couldnt resist, and came over to make these two breakfast, since I knew Marina wouldnt be here to cook for them…and I thought someone might like to talk….wheres Shane?

Bette pulled Shane into view from next to the door. Lara smiled and gave a cute little wave with a wink. Bette looked from one to the other and shook her head. Another one bites the dust, she thought to herself.

Bette: Let me guess…Belgian waffles? Did you say we?

Lara nodded, then reached over and pulled Dana in front of the open door. Dana was looking down at the ground and was biting her bottom lip. She looked up to see Shane standing in front of her and checked her out from head to toe.

Dana: What the ***** happened to you? Did you get your ***** kicked again by the kid?

Dana directed her last comment to Dash who gave her the finger. Shane shoved her and Dash whacked her with the make-shift IV stand. Bette reached out and whacked them both in the back of the head sending Lara into a fit of laughter. They both rubbed their heads and pouted as Tina came jogging up the steps with the loaf of banana nut bread.

Tina: Hey guys….whats wrong?

Tina stopped her introduction to Dana and Lara to see Shane and Dash pouting and rubbing their heads.

Dash: Nothing…I guess I deserved to get slapped in the back of the head by Bette….I was fooling around…its just…you know, I was getting restless laying in bed all day…Im sorry Bette, I didnt mean to piss you off. Dash turned and sulked off into the kitchen.

Shane: Id better go see if shes okay…Im sorry too Bette…I know this was your big day and all…. and here I am fooling around when you spent all night here…taking care of stupid me.

Shane turned and walked to the kitchen. She gave Dash a Hi-five and laughed silently as they peaked back to see Tina reprimanding her verbally while everyone came inside. Lara came into the kitchen, placed the bag on the table and began to prepare breakfast for everyone.

Dash, Shane, Bette and Dana sat at the table talking while Lara and Tina whipped up breakfast in the kitchen. They sat around joking and trading insults when Dana heard her cell phone go off.

Dana: Hey Al….no…I cant….Im at Shanes, why dont you come over, were all making breakfast over hear….uhm woah okay, we werent hanging without you, Lara wanted to come over and check everything out with Bette and Tina…and the…DASH….she was sick last night so…uhm okay.

Dana hung up and tossed her phone on the table.

Dana: What the ***** crawled up her ***** and died?

Bette and Dash looked at each other, and then over at Shane.

Dana: Hey Shane?

Shane: Yeah Dane?

Dana: Are you going somewhere?

Shane: No why?

Dana: Why is there a giant suitcase sitting next to the door? Everyone turned to see the expensive roller bag sitting next to the door.

Shane let out a sigh and let her head fall to the table. Bette rubbed the back of her head as Lara and Tina brought in the food and plates. They set the table for everyone and left a spot for Van. Before them was a spread of every breakfast food they could want. There were heaping plates of bacon, sausage, pancakes , french toast, and of course….Belgian waffles. The bowl of eggs were sending steam in the air as Lara placed a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice next to it along with a giant plate of fresh fruit and yogurt.

Dash leaned in towards Dana and spoke in a stage whisper.

Dash: Smooth move Fairbanks…..just bring up Cheri every time things are going good aye?

Dana: Sorry…and whats with the AYE? You Canadian or something?

Shane laughed a little and sat up to fix a plate.

Shane: Father Joe is rubbing off on you Dash.

Lara: Father Joe?

Tina and Lara sat down to join them. Tina popped up and ran to the door, screaming for Van to come in and eat.

Tina: God that man is beautiful…Shane where have you been hiding him all this time?

Dash: In her closet.

When Dash giggled, Shane nudged her and she quickly shut up.

Shane: He lives in the rectory with Father Joe….and he never leaves other then to work at the hospital….

Lara: Hes a doctor?

Shane nodded as she loaded french toast onto her plate. Bette kicked her under the table, and she plopped down two extra pieces to piss her off a little more.

Dash: And a priest.

Dana: What? Isnt that kinda hypocritical? You cant be both?

Dash: Why not?

Dana: Well…cause doctors are all about science and like technical stuff…and priest believe in ….well GOD!…think about it….priests say everything happens for a reason and God has a plan blah blah blah. But a doctor might say you know, pull the plug the patients brain dead or something….kinda contradictory.

Everyone was frozen as they watched Dana go on.

Dana: What? Its true.

Bette: Dana…I think you just said something that actually almost made sense for once….

Dash: Quick find a calendar so we can mark this day down…it might only happen once a year so we might as well make it a holiday.

Dana: Well it will also be known as the day Dash got her as kicked by Dana Fairbanks!

Tina: Guys cool it before Father Doolittle gets in here.

Bette: Father Doolittle?

Tina: Doc Holywood?

They all shook there heads no, showing their lack of amusement by Tinas sad excuse for a joke.

Lara: I think we should just call him Doctor Hotty….man hes got the body of The Rock.

Tina: Oh and the voice of Vin Diesel.

Lara: Mmmm I cant wait to hear it….Id so go straight for that man…no offense hunny.

Dana: God hes like a male Shane, hes got the women converting over him already.

Tina: Id do more than switch for him.

Tina blushed and avoided Bettes eye contact as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.

Bette: And what the ***** is that supposed to mean?

Tina: It means Id have two husbands.

Tina wiggled her eyebrows and Bette gave her a look of disgust as Dash laughed with a mouth full of pancakes.

Tina: Come on baby look at him….hes like a Greek God…besides with his good looks combined with mine, wed have little ***** kids running around the house…theyd look like….like

Dash: Like me!

Dash did a little jig in her seat while Lara handed her a glass of orange juice. Shane started getting agitated by all of the comments and did everything to hold her tongue. Her face grew red with the onslaught of semi vulgar comments.

Dash: Trust me if he were willing to show that body a little more often, Id go to confession everyday.

Tina: Well between him being a doctor and a catholic priest, either way I think youll get a little hands on action out of him.

Shane jumped up and slammed her fist on the table.

Shane: Would any other Dykes like to try and ***** my brother!

The clanking of silverware seemed endless and Shane just closed her eyes realizing the grave mistake she had just made. Bette held her head in her hands and shook her head. Dash leaned back and placed both hands behind her heads as she chewed her food. She looked up behind Shane and covered the side of her face and looked away. Everyone else followed her lead and looked down at their plates to eat.

Dana: Brother?!?! So then I guess this would be your father then huh?

Shane turned around to see Father Joe decked out in all black with his contrasting white collar, along with Van standing beside him with his arms crossed. Van looked like he was a mix of emotions. He didnt know whether to walk out or sit down. Either way he felt like the T-shirt he was wearing wasnt a think enough barrier between himself and the table of women and their roaming eyes.

Father Joe: Brother? Well then…its good ta see ya two ave gone and made up aye?

Van turned to walk out. Shane let out a sigh and looked down with tears in her eyes. Before she knew it she felt hands on her shoulders and looked up to see Tina standing beside her.

Tina: You gonna let him leave after everything he did last night?

Shane shook her head no and scurried out the door. The women looked at each other for a brief moment and then trampled over each other to get to the window. They were all shocked to see Father Joe was the first one to make it as he quietly slid the door open.

Father Joe: Aye give a nosey old man a break, they jus started talkin after over ten years aye.

Lara and Dana looked at each other and shrugged. They all sat quietly waiting to see the drama on the front yard.

Shane: Van wait…Im sorry, I …..I know you have boundaries and I crossed them…I shouldnt have taken you helping me last night as you forgiving me and…well like I said, Im sorry…I know you havent…. I just let it slip…I guess I still feel the need to protect you even when you dont need it.

Van stopped walking and grabbed the lawnmower. He started to push it back around the house to lock up in the shed. Shane quickly fell into step behind him.

Shane: And I just wanted to say…you know…thanks for last night, and this morning….I know that its not easy for you to be here after everything I did…so ….uhm yeah…thanks….thanks for taking care of Dash too….

Van reached the shed and pushed the lawn mower in. He closed the door and turned around nearly knocking Shane over. He walked back towards the front of the house with Shane walking behind him. She was desperate to make amends if he would just give her a second thought. Ten years was a long time and even if he didnt take a good look at her, she had changed.

The women (and Father Joe) trampled from the back door to the front of the living room to keep up with the show outside. Dash shoved Dana out of the way to get a good spot at the window. Dana went to hit her back but received a warning look from both Tina and Lara. Dash peered from behind them and mouthed What? She already had women handling her light work for her.

Shane: Look Van….I dont know what else I can say to you…I fucked up…I did things I shouldnt have…but ***** man I was like fourteen….Ive changed…..let me show you.

Shane grabbed his arm and he stopped walking. She let go quickly as if his arm were on fire. She stepped back waiting for him to verbally attack her as he had with every encounter they had in the past three months. Van looked her up and down and walked towards the front door. He hopped up the steps and Shane stood watching in complete confusion.

Van: Are we gonna eat or are you gonna stand out here bitching all morning?

Shane ran up the steps and stopped next to him. She looked up into his deep emerald eyes and started to say something. She decided to leave well enough alone and brushed the sweaty mop of hair out of his eyes. Van rolled his eyes and tussled Shanes hair in every direction. He shoved her inside and closed the door behind them. They came in to see everyone including Father Joe, sitting at the table facing their plates with a look of absolute guilt written across their faces. Van grabbed two chairs from the other room and brought them up to the table. Shane accepted one of the chairs and grabbed her plate from Bettes clutches as she attempted to sneak away some of her french toast.

Dash:: Were out of plates.

Shane: Yeah we never expected to have this many people over so soon.

Shane pushed her plate in front of Van and reached for a glass of orange juice and poured him some. She picked the glass up and went to sit it in front of him, only to find he had pushed the plate back in-between them. Shane smiled as tears formed in her eyes. They had always eaten off the same plate as children. They would often feed each other back and forth while telling each other of their adventures from their time spent apart. But so much time had drifted in the middle. So many lies and deceptions had clouded over their innocent obsessive love affair with each other. Somehow and simple slide of the plate laid the foundation for a new structure to be built.

Shane: So …..are we really going to do this?

Van shrugged.

Van: Like I said…get your ***** together….youve got an appointment on Wednesday with Bettes doctor.

Shanes held hung low as she took a sip from her orange juice.

Shane: This is the week from ***** *****.

Van: What? It could be worse.

Shane: How so?

Van: Well…you could have gotten you as kicked by a kid, broken your nose, started and ended a relationship, been accused of adultery with your and by your best friends, and broken your wrist.

Dash choked and spit orange juice across the table and directly at Dana who collected the recycled drink in her mouth that hung wide open. She spit the juice that came from Dashs mouth out in disgust.. Shane looked over at Dash and shook her head.

Shane: True….I guess it could be worse….I could be Dana.