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Message: <blockquote data-quote="80&#039;s Cha Cha Cha" data-source="post: 323358" data-attributes="member: 6964">Chapter 11    Hours later, decisions were being made in the world of the Ewings, the Ryland’s and Wade families.    Bobby and Miss Ellie had made the painful decision to press charges against Kristin.  But even that caused unexpected problems.  For Dusty swore that Bobby was never inside the house.  He said Bobby was found outside on the road.      The police were not so quick to believe Bobby, given the murder charge he was facing.  Kristin lied and said she didn’t even know Bobby was in the vicinity of her or their son, whom she feared for.    Detective Zorelli said he himself saw two Southern Cross Ranch Hands drop Bobby off and then take off.  He said he had told Katherine as much but…    Katherine didn’t remember being told anything like that! And she also said she had other things to think about, like nursing poor Mark Graison back to health.  She also told Bobby, Miss Ellie and Clayton that she would be staying with Mark until he recovered.    Clayton wanted Kristin thrown the hell off of his ranch and it was still HIS ranch! That meant that Dusty, Kristin and Christopher would have to find another place to live.      And if that wasn’t bad enough, an earthquake hit California…           ***    Miss Ellie was very aware that South Fork, while empty without Kristin and Katherine, was also much quieter.    It was dinner time and Miss Ellie smiled over at John Ross, who had had many of his favorites made for dinner.  Bobby sat next to him and the two, oddly, talked about what they had thought about Moldavia when they had been there.  Ellie couldn’t understand why anyone would want to talk about that awful place, or why Sue Ellen would return there.    She felt a twinge of guilt.  Of course she knew why Sue Ellen had went back there.  There had been nothing left for her here with regards to J.R. or Dusty.  And to be blunt, Ellie wanted J.R. to put his foot down about getting custody of John Ross.  She didn’t want her grandson living in Moldavia and that was that!    Clayton was quiet and she knew why.  She also knew that Clayton would not want to speak about Dusty, Kristin or Christopher at the dinner table.  Ellie was shaking her head at just how out of control that situation was, when Teresa entered the dining room and told them that a police detective was there to see Bobby.    Bobby managed to get out of his chair and used a cane to greet none other than Zorelli! Bobby recognized him as the detective that had told the authorities working on his case, that he had seen the Southern Cross ranch hands dump him in front of the hospital.   Clayton began to get out of his chair as well, but Ellie stopped him, telling him to let Bobby handle this alone.    Clayton slowly sat back down.  It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Bobby, but his ranch’s reputation was at stake! No one that worked for him had ever been involved in such shady dealings until Kristin sullied Dusty’s life.  And he just knew there would be more of this kind of nonsense, if Kristin wasn’t put away for good!    Meanwhile, Bobby and Zorelli spoke outside…    “I know it’s not my case, but I wanted to find out how you’re holding up.” Zorelli told Bobby.    “About as well as can be expected, considering the fact that my son is not with me.” Bobby told him.    “And that’s why you went to see your wife, right? To get your son back?” Zorelli asked him.    But Bobby didn’t answer him.  He eased into a chair at a patio table and looked up at the police detective.    “Why are you really here, detective?” Bobby asked, trying not to grimace from his wound.    “You don’t remember me, do you? Not that I’d expect you to.  I mean you were blind then.” Zorelli said.    Bobby raised a brow.    “You worked my case before? When I was shot…”    “By your now sister-in-law, Katherine Wentworth.” Zorelli revealed.  “I have to say, the outcome of that surprised me.  You just let her get away with it.  Then you let her marry your brother…”    “First of all, I didn’t ‘let’ Katherine get away with anything.  She ran off.  It was my brother that got the charges against her dropped.”    “Your brother, J.R.?”    “Yes.” Bobby said, now quite curious as to where this conversation was going.    “How did that all come about, if you don’t mind my asking? I mean I have several brothers and if some woman shot even one of them, I wouldn’t up and marry her.”    Bobby folded his arms.    “J.R. said that he and Katherine just ‘up and fell in love’, but I think he married her so that he could cause trouble for Kristin and myself.”    “Meaning, Katherine still wanted you?” Zorelli asked.    “Yes. But J.R. and Katherine wasted their time.  I couldn’t be what Kristin wanted.  I made a mistake marrying her.  Now if you don’t mind, Detective, I would like to get back inside and finish my dinner.”    “Oh. Yeah, sorry.  Listen I just have one final question.  It’s about your first wife.  She’s Katherine Wentworth’s sister, right?”    Bobby felt oddly chilled.  He did nothing but nod.  Zorelli decided to cut to the chase…    “Did you know that Mark Graison was attacked early this morning, or maybe even late last night?  He was hospitalized in the same facility, down the hall from you.”    Bobby stared at Zorelli for a moment before speaking.    “I think someone might have mentioned that.  Katherine was there with him, right?”    “Yes.  She was. She was also at Mr. Graison’s residence, which is the former residence of your former wife, Pamela.  Katherine was there when Mr. Graison was being taken to the hospital.  The only room that looked like it had been disturbed was Mr. Graison’s home office. Whoever this thief was, was very interested in what was behind the frames of some pictures that had Pamela and Katherine in them.”    “Meaning?” Bobby asked.    “I returned to the house while your sister-in-law was with Mr. Graison at the hospital.  I might have found what the intruder was looking for.  I found something taped inside of the fireplace.  A piece of paper with the name ‘Pamela Sutter—Falcon Crest’ on it.  Is that name familiar to you?”    Bobby slowly stood up.    “No.  Who is she?” he asked, but God help him, he knew what Zorelli was about to say…    “I think Mr. Graison thought he had found your first wife and for whatever reason, taped that piece of paper to the inside of his fireplace.  The fireplace doesn’t actually work, for whatever reason, so there was no worry of the paper being destroyed.   But I guess I wanted to get your feeling on Katherine.  Do you think it is possible that she found out what Mr. Graison had and hurt him to get it?”    “Katherine is capable of anything, so I don’t know.  Do I think she would hurt Mark? No.  I don’t believe that.  But maybe she hired someone…Falcon Crest…Lucas Wade’s second wife works there for the owner.  At least I think she does.” Bobby told Zorelli.    Zorelli didn’t like hearing that.    “You mean the man you killed, has an ex that works where your first wife may be?” Zorelli asked, now looking at Bobby suspiciously.    Bobby caught the look but stood his ground.    “Detective,  I don’t think Leslie would have anything to do with any of this.  She worked for J.R. at one point before divorcing Lucas and leaving Texas with their daughter, Annie.  Annie would have seen Pamela if she had been anywhere around Falcon Crest.” Bobby said.    “You’re sure of that? Your wife was badly burned.  Maybe she doesn’t look how she used to.”    “Even if that were true, Leslie would have known her and informed either myself or Cliff, Pamela’s brother.”    “Mr. Ewing, ‘woulda’, ;coulda’ and ‘shoulda’ are some of the most commonly used words when it comes to crime.  People don’t do what’s expected of them and they lie all of the time.  I personally think I’m on to something here.  I came by to ask you if ’Sutter’ is an alias of some sort that your wife’s would have used or even Leslie…”    Bobby found that he was unable to quell how upsetting he was finding this whole conversation to be!    “You really believe you have something here, don’t you?” Bobby asked.    “I do.  I’d like to talk to your brother, J.R..  He might know something.”    “Know something about what? About whether my wife is alive?!”    “I know he didn’t care for her much.” Zorelli said, seeing that he was upsetting Bobby.  He began to tone down his questioning.    “No, but J.R. knew that my son and I loved and needed her.  And there is no way J.R. would be involved in any ‘plot’ to keep Pamela from me or my son. What does Mark have to say about any of this?”  Bobby asked and then stopped himself.  Mark had amnesia.  He would remember none of this.      Zorelli could see that Bobby knew the answer to his own question and stopped his questioning.  But he did have some parting words.    “Mr. Ewing, I didn’t mean to upset or offend you.  I know your dealing with your own drama.  But one of the reasons your looking at murder charges, is because of motive.  You said old man Wade told you he knew where Pamela was.  You said, he said, he lied.  Now I find evidence that your wife may be alive and living in the same vicinity of Wade’s second wife.  I’m just not a big believer of coincidences."  Zorelli said, before turning and walking off towards his car.  Bobby sat very still and watched Zorelli get into his car and drive off.      Once he was gone, Bobby managed to stand up.  He was not a big believer in coincidences either.  He thought of Annie and her parting words to him at the hospital earlier.  He had to think if she would have recognized Pamela if she had seen her at Falcon Crest?  That, Bobby could not be sure of.  But he planned on finding out.            ***    Harris was very aware that Ann was either sulking in her room or someplace in the house, while he, Monica, Judith and Jenna, entertained Jason Colby.  Ray had disappeared someplace and Harris suspected he was off outdoors looking at their horses.  Ray was very much an outdoorsman.  He knew that and Lucas had as well. Harris had been suspicious of his step-father’s motives with regards to Ray from the very start.  But he had also thought Jenna had pushed her father into it or something.  He could have never thought that Lucas had been making such elaborate revenge plans all of this time.    He eyed Jason, who was over by the fireplace, laughing with Jenna.  Oddly, Harris thought that Lucas would’ve liked Jenna marrying someone like Colby over there, even though he bordered on the old coot side a bit.  His eyes moved from them to hid mother and Monica.  Judith was telling her about Kristin sleeping with J.R. years ago and how at one time, Christopher was rumored to have been his.  Harris decided to slip away and make Annie come down and join in on the misery!    Harris hurried up the stairs and down the hallway where her room was.  He knocked twice, got no answer and opened the door.  He found Annie lying on her bed, while looking at a fashion magazine.  Her TV was on as well and a game show was blaring.    Harris closed the door and walked over to her.    “Jason is asking after you downstairs.” he told her, moving aside more magazines to sit down on the bed.    “And?” Ann asked, not looking at him.  She was looking at a page that had a Chanel evening gown on it.    “Annie, honey, don’t be like this.  Now you’re being plain rude not being downstairs to help entertain our guest.”    Ann looked over at him.    “Jason Colby is nothing to me.  He’s going to be your father-in-law.  And I don’t have to do anything you or your mother say anymore.”    Harris reached out to massage one of her bare legs.  She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.    “No, you don’t.  And whatever it is you want now, I can make happen.” he told her.  Ann thought about flinging his hand off of her leg, but refrained from doing so.  Probably because she was used to Harris putting his hands on her whenever he liked, and her not minding.    Ann sat up a bit and pulled out a picture from within the magazine, telling Harris that she had not really been looking at the magazine itself.  It was a picture of Emma.  Harris took it and frowned.    “Isn’t this the picture that Jenna and Ray keep in their hallway? On that table in front of the mirror?” Harris asked.    Ann nodded.    “I swiped it today.  I also spent time with her and little Lucas.  Emma asked me about bringing her some Christmas presents early and bringing nothing to Lucas.” Ann smiled.    Harris smiled as well.    “Christmas is like six months away!” he exclaimed.  Ann nodded, still smiling.    “I know! She is just so full of energy and life…and I don’t know how to get her back without hurting Ray and Jenna.” Ann said quietly, reaching for the picture.    But Harris pulled it out of her reach to stare at it a bit longer, before addressing her.    “This is going to be the last time Jason Colby or Monica are in this house.  I plan to tell Monica I won’t be marrying her.”    Ann raised a brow and sat up.    “What do you mean? If you do that then you won’t get part of ColbyCo.”    “I can still get it.  And marrying Monica wouldn’t necessarily guarantee I do get it.  I found out that her and Miles are not Jason Colby’s children.” Harris sighed, putting down the picture.      “What? Who told you that?” Ann asked.    “No one told me.  I had an investigator look into the family.  I was hoping there was some leverage I could use against them, in case they got out of line after I married Monica.  Now I don’t need to.”    “Harris, I don’t understand! Jason knows this and doesn’t care so…”    “He does not know it.  And neither does Monica.”  Harris told told her.  Suddenly, Ann didn’t like any of this!    “You can’t tell Monica that! You can’t!”    “No. I don’t plan to.  I plan to just have a nice quiet talk with Jason.”    “Okay, Harris but if Jason doesn’t know it either…you could really hurt them.”    “I want this merger and I want you to be my wife.  I want Emma and I want to live here…minus my mother.  Tell me you don’t want that too, Annie?”    Ann said nothing as she found herself losing herself in Harris’s gaze.    “I don’t care about the merger.  We were fine without the Colby’s.  Just tell Monica you don’t want to marry her without hurting her, Harris.”    “Darlin’, sometimes, that’s the way business works.” Harris told her firmly.  He then handed her back the picture. “I want you to get dressed and come on down.  You’re still a Wade and you need to represent.”    Ann’s response to that was to give him a coy smile.    “Go and lock my door and I’ll show you how I ‘represent’.”    Harris’s smile matched her own, as he hurried over to her bedroom door to lock it, then began undressing…    Meanwhile, Judith was appalled to be told by Mrs. Gomez that Bobby Ewing was at the door! Jason was just as appalled and went to the door with her, along with Monica, to confront Lucas Wade’s murderer.    “Bobby Ewing,” Judith said, shaking her head, “you have one minute to explain how you have the nerve to be standing at my front door, before I get one of Lucas’s old shot guns and blow you away with it.”    Bobby took a deep breath, then looked from her to Jason and Monica.  He nodded at Jason, whom he recognized and Monica.    “Mr. Colby, Monica, I know this is a hard time for your family.  But I need to speak to Ann.”  Bobby said.    “That’s not happening, Mr. Ewing.” Jason told him.  “And from what I’ve heard, you’ve seen enough trouble to last a lifetime.  Now turn around and do what Mrs. Wade asks.  Leave.”    But Monica could not stifle her curiosity….    “Why? Why do you want to see her? Is this because of Kristin? She was here earlier.”  Monica said.    Bobby could see that he had three people in front of him, that were barring him from getting the answers he needed from Ann about Pam.  He thought about turning around and leaving, when Jenna appeared in the hallway behind them.    “Jenna,” Bobby called out to her, “I need to see Ann.  It’s important.”    Jenna moved so that she was standing close to Jason.    “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.  I’m sure your attorney would agree.” she replied.    “I didn’t kill Lucas, Jenna!  When I left him in his office, he was very much alive.  And Ray knows that.  Ray, Harris and Ann know it.”  Bobby said firmly.    Jenna shook her head.    “I want to believe you, Bobby.  But Ray would not lie about seeing you.  Neither would Ann.  Now please leave.  You’re interrupting our get together.” she said firmly.    Bobby clamped his lips together.  He was going to have to lie to get into this house and see Annie.  And he knew something he could say that would make everyone in front of him,  want answers from Annie.    “Annie and I are engaged.  Your father wanted this, Jenna and so does Annie.  Now can I see her?”  Bobby asked politely as he watched Jenna’s face turn to shock and quasi rage.  Jason put an arm around her and Judith snorted!    Monica, however, wanted to believe that Bobby was telling the truth about Ann.  She wanted to believe that Ann would no longer be the real or imagined threat that Monica saw her to be.    “I think,” Monica said, “the only way to get this straightened out, is to get Ann down here.”     Judith looked at Monica as if she were crazy!    “There is no agreement between Bobby and Ann to marry that Ann would have any part in.” Judith said and turned to face Bobby again.      “What do you really want?” Judith asked him.      Bobby knew that everyone thought he was crazy to still think Pam could possibly still be alive. But there was also this part of him, that thought about what Lucas told him in his office that fateful day.  Bobby felt he understood the man better than he ever had before.      He also understood J.R. and the depths he would go to to keep Pam from coming back to the Southfork and him.  He didn’t want to believe what Zorelli had alleged about J.R. but he had been through too much to not see this thing through.      “If I can’t see Ann, then maybe one of you could tell me if you have ever met Leslie Stewart’s sister?” Bobby asked.           ***    Dusty sat in his sunken in tub with his eyes closed.    Decisions would have to be made.  Hard ones.    He was not leaving the Southern Cross Ranch.  And as much as he wanted to be with Kristin, despite her hellfire ways, he could not allow this woman to destroy his family legacy.  He couldn’t allow her to come between himself and his father.    Kristin sauntered in, naked, with her hair pinned on top of her head.  She sank into the tub and moved so that she was next to him.  Dusty opened his eyes but did not look at her.    “I told Christopher to pick up in his room.  I swear, I don’t know where he got such messy habits.  Probably from Bobby.” Kristin purred and closed her eyes.    “I think that Christopher needs go back to Southfork.  And you need to go and stay with your mother.” Dusty said quietly.  Kristin’s eyes opened and she looked over at him.    “What?”    Dusty looked at her.    “Honey, I’m sorry but I can’t have anymore of what happened today, happening again.”    “It won’t.  Bobby understands…”    “You shot him and we lied about it.  My father knows we lied and he doesn’t like it.  I don’t like it.” Dusty said firmly.  Kristin slowly got up out of the tub and allowed him to take in her nudity.    “I don’t like it either, Dusty.  But what was I supposed to do…”    Now Dusty rose up and began yelling!    “You were ‘supposed’ to tell him you didn’t know what the hell he was talking about! You were supposed to tell him you’d sue him for defamation! You were supposed to come and get me! You were NOT supposed to whip out a gun and blow him away!”    Kristin rolled her eyes!    “Oh for God’s sakes, Dusty! I did not ‘blow Bobby away’! He was hit in a small spot on his leg!”    “Would you like to be hit on a ‘small spot on your leg’?” Dusty asked sarcastically.  “Look…I need a break until I figure out what we’re going to do.”    Kristin smiled coldly at him.    “I think you’ve figured out what ‘we’ are going to do, already.  And I’ll pass on the advice on Christopher.  Bobby killed someone, or do you believe I did that shooting too?”    Dusty was about to reply when a knock on the bathroom door, interrupted their argument.      “Yes?” Dusty called out.    “I am sorry to interrupt,” Mrs. Doakes called out, “but your ex-wife is here.”    Kristin raised a brow and looked from the closed door and over to Dusty.  Dusty put in a robe and walked over to the door.  He opened it, thanked Mrs. Doakes, then closed it again.    “Your ex-wife is named ‘Linda’, right?” Kristin asked calmly.  “Why would she be here?”    “We’re still on good terms.  She understood that I need to deal with my feelings for Sue Ellen.  I’m getting dressed see her.  I would appreciate it if you came down and greeted her without a gun.”    Kristin rolled her eyes at that comment.  She watched Dusty leave the bathroom, and her.  Kristin turned towards a mirror and fussed with the tendrils of hair that were coming down around her face.  ‘Linda’ had not just shown up out of nowhere.    Someone had called her.  Probably Clayton, if Kristin and to guess.    Kristin took down her hair and shook it out.  She would greet Linda as well, just as she was.  Kristin walked out of the bathroom and through her and Dusty’s shared bedroom.  She opened the door, pranced out into the hallway and headed towards the stair landing…    But once there, Kristin backed back a bit! Linda was down below and she was not alone! Kristin squinted at the man that had accompanied her.  He looked familiar…    “I didn’t realize you were seeing a police detective, Linda.” Dusty said as his eyes locked with Detective John Zorelli’s.    “You were at the hospital earlier.” Dusty said coolly, before looking at his ex.  “What is this?”    “Dusty,” Linda said in a calm tone, “Clayton called.  He’s concerned, that’s all.  John thought he could help as well.”    “How long have you two been seeing one another?” Dusty asked, not buying this coincidence at all.    “Maybe a year.” Zorelli replied.  “Look, Mr. Farlow, I know how this looks, but Linda asked me to come along as well.”    “That’s right,” Linda said, touching Dusty’s chest, “I am actually concerned for both you and Kristin.  I’d like to talk to her if I could…”    It was as Dusty and Linda were talking, that Zorelli glanced up and caught sight of Kristin in a towel.  Their eyes locked before Kristin smiled at him, then opened up her towel to give him a nice, long look, one that Zorelli could not help engaging in, before she closed the towel and walked off down a hallway.  Zorelli tore his eyes off of the spot she had been in and did not acknowledge seeing her.    “Look,” Zorelli interrupted them. “maybe this is a  bad time.  I just heard you say that Kristin was leaving?”    “That’s right.” Dusty said in a little calmer tone.  “Christopher is going back to live at Southfork and Kristin is going to her mother’s.  I know I need a clear head if I’m going to get a handle on what’s going on here.”    “What’s going on,” Linda said in a firm voice, “is that you have transferred the feelings you have for Sue Ellen, over to her sister.  It’s not healthy for either one of you.”    Zorelli could see that Dusty didn’t like hearing that and tried to reign his girlfriend in…    “Okay, Linda, you’ve said your peace, okay.  Actually, we’re going out to dinner so we have to get going.” Zorelli said, giving Linda a knowing look.  She nodded and looked at her ex again.    “I’m sorry if I overstepped by coming here.  Don’t be mad at Clayton.  He’s just worried.”  Linda said softly, reaching out to rub Dusty’s arm.  Dusty did not react but just nodded in acceptance before giving Zorelli a wary look.     “I think it’s a hell of a coincidence that you’re involved in this case and with my ex-wife.” Dusty told him.    Zorelli shrugged.    “It would be a coincidence if this thing with Bobby Ewing had happened last year, when Linda and I first started going out.  And I did see your men drop Mr. Ewing off at the hospital and take off.  Somehow you managed to get your new buddy, Katherine Wentworth, to act like I never told her what I saw.  Are your wife and her friends? You know, with their both using Mr. Ewing for target practice.”    “Get your boyfriend out of here, Linda.” Dusty said coolly.  Linda nodded and grabbed Zorelli’s hand.  They both walked to the front door, with Zorelli opening it and allowing Linda to exit first, before locking eyes with Dusty and leaving after her.    Once outside, Linda faced him.    “John! Why did you have to agitate Dusty like that?”    “Dusty needs ‘agitating’! And what do you think would have happened if you had shown up here alone? I’ll tell you what: you would’ve been Kristin Ewing’s next shooting victim!”    “Dusty would have never let anything happen to me.” Linda said.    “God, you just think he’s so great, don’t you? He didn’t have the sense enough to appreciate what he had with you and your still defending him.” Zorelli groused.  Linda gave him a quick, surprise kiss!    “I agree with you, ‘Detective Zorelli’.  But I’m with a man that does have the sense…to appreciate me.  That’s all that matters.” Linda told him and pulled him towards his car.  Zorelli smiled at the back of her head, while trying to blot out visions of Kristin Ewing’s naked body.           ***    Katherine and Mark returned to ‘their’ home and she talked him into resting(meaning napping) before any lovemaking.  Somehow, the ides of sleeping with Mark when he was in this condition, didn’t sit as well with her, as it had before.    She was surprised at how much of ‘their’ life together, Mark had just conjured up in his mind.  Dr. Hudson seemed to think that some of the experimental meds that he had used in that clinic in Moldavia, might have something to do with all of this.  He informed Katherine that many of the drugs that he had detected in Mark’s system, were not sanctioned by the FDA.    She began cleaning up the study that had been rummaged through, first by Mark’s assailant and then the police, when the phone on Mark’s desk rang.  Katherine, without hesitation, answered it.    “Hello?”    “Well hello there, darlin’! I figured you’d be at Graison’s.” J.R. replied.    “J.R..  Bobby told me you left for California.  I’m assuming you’re looking into who Christopher’s real father could be?”  Katherine asked and made herself at home in the chair behind Mark’s desk.    J.R. did not answer that.    “I heard Bobby was shot by that tramp wife of his and that Farlow is covering it up.  What’s going on?”    “Bobby is fine and Kristin is practically his ex-wife now.  Just as you wanted.”  Katherine assured him.    “Well honey, it was supposed to be what ‘we wanted’.  Kristin may be the next ex-Mrs. Bobby Ewing, but you’re not much closer to being his third wife.  Now why is that?”    Katherine rolled her eyes!    “You expect me to believe that you really want me with Bobby? After you sabotaged my attempts before to be with him?”    “That wasn’t me! You didn’t try very hard!”    “You’re the one that told me that he didn’t want women that had been with you…”    “And yet he married Kristin! Darlin’, I figured you would use Christopher to get close to him, like she did.  But instead you’ve been running around with Graison.  Now I want you to end whatever it is is going on with him, and get yourself married to Bobby.”    Katherine leaned back in her chair.    “So I would be Mrs. Bobby Ewing and you would be married to who, J.R.? Sue Ellen?”  Katherine asked just as she heard something on J.R.’s end.    It was a woman saying the name ‘Mark’.    “J.R.?  Who is that with you?” Katherine asked.    “Just do as we planned!” J.R. snapped and hung up.  Katherine slowly replaced the receiver just as Mark sauntered into the room, wearing a robe.    “Who was that?” Mark asked.  Katherine stood up from the chair and walked to him.    “That was Dr. Hudson.” she lied.  “He called to find out how you’re doing.  How are you…doing?” she asked, touched his robe.  Someone with J.R. had called him ‘Mark’.    And Katherine could not get it out of her head that the voice had sounded familiar.  Hauntingly familiar.    “Better than I have been in a long time.” Mark told her, before his mouth covered hers in a possessive kiss that Katherine surrendered to, as they both began to shed their clothing.  She could not erase from her mind that somehow, someway, J.R. had a secret that she could use to her advantage and it excited her beyond reason!  It excited her as she stood against the fireplace with her hands on the shelf above it, as Mark’s engorged heat rutted into her with abandon, causing her heavy breasts to sway with purpose.  It excited her another time, as Katherine bobbed furiously on Mark’s fleshy rod while he sat in a chair and she on his  lap.  Mark almost bellowed at her movements and Katherine hoped Mrs. Hutchinson could hear them.    Yes, J.R. had a secret.  And it was one that would enable her to have Mark, Bobby and whatever she wanted from now on.  That much, Katherine Wentworth Ewing, knew for a fact.         ***    Leslie was about to call Ann again, when she saw J.R. come down the steps, wearing nothing but a black silk robe and holding a drink in one hand.  Leslie coolly replaced the receiver and leaned back in her chair.    “I don’t think,” J.R. began, “I will ever get used to how comfy you look in that chair.”    Leslie said nothing at first.    Then she found her voice.    “I hadn’t realized you had returned with Pamela.”    J.R. stared at her.    “We did.  Dr. Cooper is a real problem.  You should have been able to handle him.”    “Handle him?”    “He would have never known anything about this, if you hadn’t put Angela Channing in the damned hospital! Hell, Leslie, even I know better than to shove some 80 year old woman down a flight of stairs!”    “She is not 80.” Leslie deflected.    “But she is old, Leslie, damn! You made this  mess, Miss P.R. and you should have fixed it! Now I have a wife that won’t leave for Moldavia with her ‘sister’.”    Leslie looked him up and down.    “Surely you know how to bed her properly, J.R. to get her to be more ‘agreeable’, don’t you?”    “You ought to know about that, darlin’.  Now I have to get back to Dallas.  When Pamela wakes up, you tell her I had to leave on a business emergency…”    Leslie stood up!    “When she wakes up, I plan to tell Pamela that you are J.R. Ewing, that Bobby is her husband and that you lied to her to keep her away from her life!  I don’t have time for anymore of your Ewing nonsense!  I need to find out what Lucas left Ann in his will and make my mark in Moldavia!  This was never supposed to go on forever…”    Leslie’s rant was interrupted when the world around her and J.R. began to quake violently! J.R. went reeling backwards into the hallway, while Leslie was hurled backwards through a glass window from the force of the quaking!    Pamela struggled out of the bedroom she shared with her husband, ‘Mark’, wrapped in nothing but a white sheet! She saw a chandelier fall on poor Chao Li below, just a few feet from ‘Mark’!    “MARK!” Pamela screamed as she saw him struggling to keep his balance.  And it was as she screamed her husband’s name, that memories of another life began flooding through her mind! Memories of Bobby, Christopher, Cliff and…    “J.R.!!!” Pamela began screaming in fury and outrage! J.R. heard the change in her tone and looked right up at her, as she trembled on the staircase…right before the staircase itself, collapsed and fell into the earth that had split open, right before his very eyes!    “J.R.!!!” Pamela screamed again, before she fell into the hole that had opened up in the earth. J.R. hung onto the inside of a doorway in shock, unable to believe that he had seen what he had just seen! He looked back over into Angela’s study, as the quaking lessened.  There was shattered glass by one of the windows and blood…Leslie must have fell through it… DAMN!    He clutched the inside of the doorway even harder, as he looked over at Chao Li, who was trapped under a chandelier.  J.R. knew if he survived this, he could not be identified as one of the survivors of an earthquake at Falcon Crest!    And he could not let anyone know, especially Bobby, that he had watched his wife fall into the earth and die.  For a second time.    THE END    AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m leaving the story here at this point for now.  I may return with a follow up where in which J.R. has some explaining to do.</blockquote>

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