Y&R-Portrait of a Marriage on the Rocks, Back at the Ranch
diane
portrait of Jack and Brad had made him angrier than he had been since
Chet. "How dare they replace my glorious painting with that!" His
anger was tinged with jealousy at the way Brad must have stood lovingly
behind Jack for hours posing for the portrait. His mind raced, he had
to come up with a plan to put Jack and Brad in their places. But what?
Nikki had mentioned something to him about an artist now residing in the
tack room. "How could I use this to my advantage?" Victor thought and
with that a plan began to emerge. Happily, Victor ran up the steps and
quickly changed into a bathrobe. He grabbed a couple of glasses
(rose-colored) and a bottle of wine and headed for the tack room.
Raphael had just finished making a valiant effort to put his hair in
it's place, when he heard a light rap on the door. "Who would be
veesiting me at thees hour?" He asked himself out loud. "Who ees eet?"
Victor smiled, this young man had a most delightful accent. "Victor
Newman, dammit, let me in!" Raphael was stunned, but only for a moment.
"One moment, I'm not, how you say, decent!" Victor was getting cold and
growing impatient, "I demand you let me in now, you artist punk!"
Raphael opened the door and humbly let Victor in. "Let's have some
wine, what's your name?" Victor asked. Raphael smiled, "It's Raphael,
with an F." Victor smiled back, "Well, Raphael, how would you like to
make some money?" Raphael was delighted, "Of course I would like to
make money. What ees the plan?" Victor laughed, "I wish for you to
paint my portrait." "Well, Mr. Newman," Raphael said, "That should be
no problemo." Victor laughed again, "You don't understand, I wish for
you to paint my portrait for couple of punks at the office." "Well, Mr.
Newman," Raphael, sensing there was something more to the story, smiled
and said, "Really, that should not be a problem." With that, Victor
whipped off the robe and revealed himself, totally nude. Raphael's
mouth dropped open (revealing his wet tongue) "My god, Victor Newman!
You are...how you say....hanging like the horse!" Victor, visibly
aroused, approached Raphael. "My god, he ees going to try and kiss me!"
Raphael thought. Victor came closer and tried to run his fingers
through Raphael's hair, but couldn't. He leaned in close to him and
lightly brushed his lips to Raphael's "I want you, my beautiful
face"......
Okay, I had better stop the story now, before I get my poor Raphael into
trouble.
Diane
Katie
diane <di...@webtv.net> wrote in message
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<snipped>
Diane, you kill me. Anyone have the Bells' address? We gotta refer you to
them!
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Katie :)
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"When it comes to men, it's not that the pickings
are slim; they just don't want to come off the tree."
lurker
> He leaned in close to him and
>lightly brushed his lips to Raphael's "I want you, my beautiful
>face"......
>
LOL. I'm sure the writer who coined that phrase rues the day he came
up with that one.
Lurker
Hane
lurker wrote in message <376b1407....@news.mindspring.com>...
I think the writer here hinted that it was an adlib when
we were rolling in the aisles over it.
hane
lurker
>I think the writer here hinted that it was an adlib when
>we were rolling in the aisles over it.
>
Well, wouldn't you? How conveeeeenient. :^)
Lurker
Amy Heil
involves writing - you've got talent!
Amy (an avid reader of Jackie Collins and other "smutty" fiction!)
diane wrote in message <18151-37...@newsd-123.bryant.webtv.net>...
through Raphael's hair, but couldn't. He leaned in close to him and
lightly brushed his lips to Raphael's "I want you, my beautiful
face"......
Hane
lurker <lur...@fake.com> wrote in message
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LOL! That truly didn't occur to me.
forehead slappin' hane