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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 312330" data-attributes="member: 130">A handsome man in his late thirties walks up and into a private plan to see an older man waiting.  “Didn’t expect to see you here David.  I really don’t have time for this.  I’m sure you heard about my father.” “I did. That’s why I’m hear. You’ve got to prepare for his succession.”“My father’s not going anywhere.”“Your father is in the middle of major surgery right now. He’s already gone somewhere. He’s not returning to the chairman’s seat anytime soon.”“I don’t want to talk about this now.”“You don’t have any choice.  Your father picked you as his heir.  The company will function just fine without you doing anything anytime soon, but things are going to change for you.  People will question you.  They’ll dig.”“Let them. What are they going to find? My past is a lot cleaner than my fathers. And there’s already speculation about the source of my money.”“Your mother.”“Cassandra Wilder. My mother was Maggie Channing.”“I understand.  Your father knew what he was doing.  No one is better position than you are to handle this move, but there is more.”“What more?”“The money is one thing, but your father had power, real power, and that vacuum he could leave, you’d better take that seriously. There are people out there, you’d better line up your friends and steady yourself for you enemies.”A beautiful blonde woman enters the plane behind him.  He turns.  “Christina.”   He walks back to hold her.  She holds him tight in her arms.  “It’s gonna be alright Michael.  I promise you.”   Three young kids walk on behind her joining in on the hugIn a private waiting room Father Christoper and Emma pray the rosary together Angela walks outside the hospital and lights up a cigarette.  John Ross approaches her.  “You’re still on hospital grounds,” he says. She suppresses a smile. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Came to check on you. I’d have though you’d have found something better to cope with stress by now.”“Go back to Texas. I’m sure your wife is waiting for you.”“Please Angela.  You know I care about you.” “I do.  And you know right now I just want to hurt someone.  Anyone.”“Even me?”“Even you.”“Then go ahead. I can take what ever you’ve got.” She study’s his face and then slaps him as hard as possible.  “I hate you.” “I know. But I love you.”“You damn liar. You love that girl they put in prison for dealing with that drug cartel and almost getting your cousin killed. Or maybe it’s your wife you love, remember her, the one getting the family discount on the nut house with her father and aunts.”“I care about them.  But I love you.”“You left me.”“You we’re pregnant.  I had nothing but one wildcat job after another, working for someone else.  That oil on South Fork was mine and I had to get at it, for our son.” “And the women you were in love with in the mean time.”“You left me.  Remember?  You disappeared.  I didn’t know where you were.  And with your uncles money, there was no chance I could find you or our son.  What was I suppose to do.  Lay down and die?”“Why didn’t you take me with you?”“You know why.”“I could have help you.”A smirk comes over John Ross’s face.  “In retrospect I believe you could have.  No one would have stood a chance with you there.”“Well, you and your brother Bo, did just fine without me.  You pull everything together to create Ewing Industries, with Senator Brown’s sixteen percent.”John Ross holds her in his  arms and she balls her eyes out, her face buried into his shoulder.Kevin walks naked and high in an apartment in San Fransisco amongst a party gathering of other naked and high people.  He stumbles over onto a sofa onto a very attractive man who’s receiving a blow job</blockquote>

Verification: What month follows July?