Dawn Before the Darkness - 3

Luke's**********

"Uh, what did you say?!?" Liz asked incredulously.

'Not quite the reaction I'd hoped for, but definitely
better than no,' Lucky thought to himself. "Okay,
Elizabeth, will you do me the honor of becoming my
wife?"

"Oh, God, Lucky! This is so sudden...I just, oh, I
just, I don't think I could...I mean, oh, I don't
know." Horribly frightened, confused, and not just a
little exhilarated, Liz rose from her chair and began
to nervously pace the room.

Not a little worried, Lucky began explaining, "This
wasn't a sudden decision on my part. I've thought it
out. Hell, I bought the ring over a year ago. I mean,
I know we're young, barely out of high school, but a
lot of good marriages start that way. You know, the
whole high school sweethearts thing. Of course, we
only became a couple a few days ago, but I've loved
you a lot longer than that. I'm not perfect, and I
know I don't deserve you, but...Humph, there's
always a but...'

As Lucky continued his ramblings, Liz for once it
seemed was completely unaware of his presence. 'I
can't marry Lucky. I'm too young.' *You've only
wanted to be Mrs. Lucky Spencer since you laid
eyes on him.* 'Well, where would we live?' *Oh,
you know perfectly well that PCU has a special
residence hall for married students. In fact, its rates
would be cheaper than having a female roommate.*
'How would Gram react?' *Is this really her life?*
'We haven't been a dating couple for that long.'
*Again, you've been in love with the guy for well
over three years!* 'But what about his temper, his
tendency to lose control?' *You KNOW he would
never hurt you, emotionally or physically.* 'all right,
I do love him, but what about that saying,
sometimes love just isn't enough?' *Please, not only
is that saying poppycock, but you trust Lucky more
than anyone else in your whole life.* 'Ok, what
about, well, sex?' *You know the answer to that,
and it wouldn't be sex, it would be making love.*
'Well, why should I marry him?' *More importantly,
why shouldn't you?* 'I don't have an answer to that
question.' *Yes, you do.* "I do," Liz said aloud.

"...the 'but'. You know I've never
understood...What? What did you say?" Lucky said.
Words couldn't describe the elation he attempted to
hold back because if he had heard her wrong, the
pain would be all-consuming.

"I do. I will gladly become your wife." Liz turned
and faced Lucky, with a small, nervous smile. "That
is, if you'll still have me."

"If I'll still have you? Uhmmm, that's a toughie. Let
me see...of course I will!!!

Ecstatic, the were-dating-but-now-engaged couple
embraced. Happily, Lucky swung Liz around a few
times. "Nothing's ever going to come between us."

"No, nothing," Liz wholeheartedly agreed.

Looking into each other's eyes, Lucky slipped the
ring onto Liz's trembling finger. "You know, for
practicality's sake, we probably shouldn't tell anyone
right away?" Lucky said.

"What do you mean? Of course we should tell
others! Why wouldn't you want to?"

"Well, its just. Your seventeen, I'm eighteen. I think
right it would be illegal or something. I don't know.
What will your grandmother say?"

"Oh, silly. Gram will be pleased and happy for us.
And if she's not, well, I think it would be legal in
New Jersey."

"Ah, no you don't. You're not getting out of it than
easily," Lucky said a bit forcefully. "You're getting
the whole package. Big church ceremony, a three-
tiered cake, presents, an expensive wedding dress,
asking your bridesmaid's to spend three hundred
dollars on a horrible pink confection that they'll
never wear again."

"Oh, is that they way of it, then?" Liz asked rather
imperiously.

"You're darn, tootin' right, little missy! Besides, if
we didn't Mom, Bobbie, and Ruby would blister me
if I took you off without a fancy wedding," Lucky
replied.

"Well, then, we can't disappoint them, can we?" Liz
asked, leaning up to peck Lucky's nose.

"We sure can't."

"I love you, the future Mrs. Spencer."

"I love you, the future Mr. Webber," Liz replied
impishly.

"We'll talk about that later."

"Well, we should talk about it now. You know,
weddings aren't the easiest things to plan. There's
the caterer, the music, the invitations, the shower,
the...oh, my...the, um, the, Lucky...ohhh...what are
you?!? Hey, that tickles!"

"I know."

"Well, stop. Getting back to what I was
saying...there's also the rehearsal dinner, the
dresses...oh, Lucky...wait, what are you...doing?"

Continuing trailing kisses down Elizabeth's neck,
ears, checks, and any other place, he said before
taking her lips, "Shutting you up."

Liz was much too involved now to take insult to
Lucky's comment.
 

Wyndemere**********

Nik and Emily, returning from their evening out, fall
exhausted upon the sofa in the living room.

"I don't know about you, but I am full," said Emily.
"That's the first time in weeks that I've eaten more
than two courses at a meal."

"What do you mean?" Nik asked, concerned.

"Well, I just don't get to eat whatever I want,
whenever I want. Its not as if I'm starved, Ned
makes sure of that, but I can't pig out on a regular
basis."

"If you ask me, I think you're too thin. Anything
stronger than a breeze, and you'd blow away," Nik
teased gently.

"Oh, you! Anyway, what time is it?"

"Uh..." Glancing at his watch, Nikolas responded,
"A little before ten. Why? Something wrong?"

"Oops! I'm supposed to be home at ten!"

"Oh, sorry."

"No, its my fault. Give me a call later in the week if
you want. I'd like us to get together before I go back
to school," Emily called out as she dashed towards
the door.

"Okay!," Nik returned, but he didn't know if she
heard him. 'Oh, well. I'll call her day after tomorrow
and set something up.' It was at this point that Nik
realized Em had left her shopping bag. 'Uh, oh!' He
would have hurried to catch her, but he knew she
would be long gone. 'I'll return it tomorrow, or
something.' Reclining back on the couch, Nik
thought about his purchases. 'I'll send the perfume
tomorrow, then maybe the gown the day after that.'
He had gone with Emily only because he knew what
good taste she had.  Her help picking out the
fragrance and dress had been tremendous. She hadn't
even asked him who they were for.  Suddenly
remembering the most important part of the 'special
evening' he was planning, Nikolas reached for the
phone, hoping it wasn't too late.

A little before ten--the Hardy's**********

"I'm sorry I couldn't drive you home," Lucky
apologized.

"Oh, please! Walking past the docks was so much
more romantic," Liz assured him. "I don't think I can
remember a time in my life when I have felt
so.....happy."

"Happy? You're engaged to be married to moi, and
all you are is happy?" Lucky murmured, stopping in
the middle of the porch.

"Well, what do you want me to be?" Liz asked
indignantly.

"I don't know...ecstatic, effervescent, enthusiastic,
excited, enthralled, exhilarated, enchanted, en..."

"You've been reading the dictionary again, haven't
you?" Liz teased as she turned the keys in the door.
"Besides, don't all those words boil down to happy?"

"Oh, you..." Lucky's further comments were
interrupted by the ring of his cellular phone. "Geez,
who could that be? Answering rather impatiently,
Lucky said, "Hello?"

On the phone, "Oh, Lucky! Am I glad your there. I
called the club, but there wasn't an answer. Where
are you?" demanded Laura.

"Uh, on a date. With Liz," Lucky replied. "Mom,
you knew that. Why did you call?"

"Well, your sister is ready to go to bed, but she
won't until you come home and read her a story like
you promised."

"Oh, man! I completely forgot! I'll be there in ten
minutes!"

"Okay. So, how is Liz?" Laura inquired.

"She's fine, Mom. Gotta go! Bye," Lucky hung up
before his mother could demand to talk to Liz.

"I didn't know you had a cell phone," Liz said.

"Yeah, well. They made me get one a few months
ago. Security reasons they said, for when I drive.
But its really so they can contact me at any moment
and bug me."

"Oh, well. I guess this is it. Uh, good night."

"Yeah, good night. I should be going. Bye," With
that Lucky turned away, and Liz shut the door.

The reason for their sudden shyness and hesitation
was that it had both just dawned on them that they
had promised to spend the rest of their lives with the
other. Lucky, suddenly consumed with panic, run up
to the front door and began to bang on it. Before he
got too loud, however, Liz opened the door.

"I just had to make sure. What was your answer?"
He hunted for any sign of doubt or regret in Lizzie's
eyes.

"My answer? To what?" Liz asked innocently.

Looking stunned for a few moments, Lucky
stammered, "Oh, God. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a
dream. It can't be."

Fearful that Lucky would hyperventilate, Liz
grabbed his arm and said, "My answer is and always
will be yes."

Finally, it dawned on Lucky that she had been
kidding. "Don't ever go that again," he warned.

"Then don't go off again without giving me a proper
good-bye."

Realizing what Liz meant, he pulled her into a
searing kiss that didn't end until a few moments
later.

"Better?" he asked impishly.

"Definitely better," she agreed, breathlessly.

Silently, Lucky disappeared into the night.

'Whatever am I going to do with him?' she thought,
closing the door behind her. Suddenly, she
remembered Gram. 'Oh, no. I hope Lucky didn't
wake her.' She was about half way up the stairs
when she heard a voice from the kitchen.

"Who was that?"

Turning, Liz got the surprise of her life.

"SARAH?!?"

Rushing down the stairs, she flung herself in her
sister's arms.

"What are you doing here? When did you get back?
Where's Mom and Dad? What about Gram?" Liz's
questions tumbled out one after the other.

"Oh, you know silly. Gram has that big medical
convention in Arizona for the next two months. She
didn't want you to be alone, so she asked me to
come home for awhile. Mom and Dad are still in
Bosnia."

"What convention? Gram never mentioned a
convention to me!"

"Oh, Lizzie! You haven't changed, always running to
and fro so that you've haven't an inkling about what's
going on in others' lives," Sarah chided. Though her
tone was that of humor, Liz thought she detected an
underlying edge of bitterness. "Anyway, you didn't
answer my question. Who was that?"

Still reeling from the news, Liz said absently, "Oh,
that was Lucky. He was just dropping me off from a
date." Feeling a bit better, she said, "Well, tell me.
What's happening?"

"Oh, Liz. Too much. Let's talk tomorrow morning,
okay? I'm so tired," Sarah said.

"Oh, right. Your flight must have been exhausting,"
Liz said sympathetically. Sarah nodded agreement,
though she had been back in PC for a few days now,
caring out some of her own personal plans. 'Liz
doesn't need to that right yet.'

Heading upstairs, they both said their goodnights.
"Sarah, I am glad your home," Liz said.

"Me, too. Oh, by the way, do you still have your
own phone line?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" Liz asked, confused by
such a question.

"Just making sure. G'night." Without any further
explanation, Sarah went into her room.

'That was strange.' Liz stepped into her room.
Stripping off her evening gown quickly, she put on
her pajamas. She crawled into bed, but she couldn't
sleep. She was much too excited. 'Mrs. Elizabeth
Spencer. Mrs. Elizabeth Webber Spencer. Mrs.
Elizabeth Webber-Spencer. Maybe I should do a
Felicia and be Mrs. Elizabeth Spencer-Webber.
Hmm?'

Too caught up in the thoughts of the future, Lizzie
was startled when her phone jangled to life.  "What
the...? Hello?

Silence.

"Hello?"

More silence.

'Must be a wrong number,' Liz thought as she hung
up the phone. The minute her fingers left the phone,
however, it rang again. And again rang.

Disturbed, Liz answered timorously, "Hello?"

"Don't you ever, EVER hang up on me again, you
little slut!"

Truly frightened now, Liz asked, "What?"

"You better watch yourself, little girl. You headed
down the same path that got you into trouble two
years ago!" rasped a metallic, staticky whisper. "You
don't mend your ways, and you'll find yourself in
that exact same position!!"

With that the line clicked dead.
 

The Hardy's--the next morning**********

"Ouch! Dammit!" yelled Lizzie as she tripped over
her shoes at the bottom of the stairs. Hopping on
one foot, she made it to the kitchen, drawn in by the
sweet smells of cinnamon rolls and coffee. However,
the sound of cheerful whistling assaults her ears.
Upon entering the kitchen, she is shocked to Lucky,
in an apron, pulling freshly baked goodies out of the
oven.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lizzie rudely
demanded.

Looking up, Lucky jumps at the horrid sight of his
fiancee. 'Man, maybe I should reconsider this
marriage thing of she looks like that every morning.'
Then he remembered the other morning when he had
caught Lizzie just out of bed. Thinking of her on
that particular morning made him smile.

Of course, Elizabeth had no way of knowing Lucia's
true thoughts. Scowling, she asked, "And why the
hell do you have that stupid grin on your face?"

"My, my. Such language. Its not becoming of a lady.
Of course, I don't think anyone would mistake you
for a lady looking the way you do right now."

In the middle of a huge yawn, Liz suddenly became
extremely self-conscious. Running to the counter,
she picked up the gleaming toaster oven. Looking at
her reflection didn't brighten her disposition. Dark
circles under her eyes made her look like a raccoon.
Her hair was tangled and stringy around a face that
was in need of a good scrub. Then she remembered
the cause for her awful mood.

"Yeah, well, I didn't sleep very well last night. And
you never answered my question. What are you
doing here?"

"Well, I decided I couldn't go another minute
without looking upon your lovely countenance and
loving disposition. Of course, taking in your current
state of appearance and your surly attitude, I
probably would have been better off staying at home
in bed," Lucky replied teasingly.

Liz, however, went into deep thought. She hadn't
slept more than five minutes at a time last night, not
after that horrid phone call. 'What kind of creep
would do that?' Worsening the scene were endless
nightmares about the rape, nightmares she hadn't
suffered in months. 'Maybe it was just a crank call.'
However, it still struck her as odd that it came out
of the blue, like Lucky's proposal, Nik's interest in
her life, and Sarah's return. All in all, circumstances
did their best to confuse poor Elizabeth. Of course,
then she remembered the wonderful happiness she
felt previous to the phone call, and the reason for
her happiness. 'Oh, yeah. He's going to marry me.'
Looking down at her hand, Liz saw the ring, the
small diamond set in gold swirls of filigree. Realizing
she'd been extremely rude, Liz sauntered up behind
Lucky, who was in the middle of kneading dough
and still making comments about her current state of
dishevelment, spun him around, and planted a big,
fat wet one right on his lips. They continued doing
that until a voice interrupted.

"Ahem. Excuse me. They have rooms for that sort
of thing, you know."

Embarrassed, the two lovers turned to see Sarah
standing in the doorway, looking none too happy.
They found that they couldn't quite make eye
contact with her.

"Well, talk about warm welcomes. I come down
here, surprised to smell actual food, and the only
thing that's cooking is the two of you," Sarah
remarked snidely.

"Gee, Sarah, here I was, all ready to welcome you
home, and then you go and do something to ruin it,"
Lucky replied sarcastically.

"Something like what?"

"Something like being yourself."

Sarah and Lucky eyed each other disdainfully, their
mutual hatred unmasked and tangible. Liz, not
wanting to get caught in the crossfire, ducked out of
the room to shower and dress.

Neither her sister nor Lucky noticed her departure.
Both were too caught up in the memory that had
lead to their joint animosity.....

Sixteen months ago--May**********

It had been two weeks before prom, and Sarah, a
senior, needed a date. She had turned down three
prior offers because she already knew who she was
going with. The limo had been rented, the dress was
hanging in her closet, the corsage had been ordered,
the tickets bought. All had been planned. The only
aspect lacking was the actual guy himself: Lucky.
She even knew how and when she would approach
him.

Right the final bell rang on that said day, Sarah
cornered Lucky alone. He had been desperately
trying to avoid her all day, having heard rumors
from reliable sources about Sarah's plans. It wasn't
that he disliked Sarah or anything. He just didn't
want to go with her. To him, even though they
would only go as friends, it would seem like
betraying Elizabeth, who he had already made plans
with for the night of prom. He thought he had made
it through the day until he closed his locker door and
found Sarah standing behind it.

"Uh, hey, Sarah," he had said. "What's up?"

"Oh, not much," she purred. "But there is something
I've been wanting to ask you."

"Uh, really?" he murmured, nervous. He didn't want
to hurt her feelings. She was so unpredictable these
days. Actually since coming back from Europe. It
was as though Elizabeth and Sarah had switched
places. Liz was the sweet, beautiful, charming,
beautiful, honest, pure, beautiful one while Sarah
made Cinderella's stepsisters seem like Snow White.
Sarah, in just a span of nine months, had cheated,
lied, manipulated, and/or slept her way through most
of the guys in school. It was also rumored that she'd
attempted to seduce some of the teachers into giving
her passing grades, including but not limited to Mr.
Murty. 'Of course, if that's true,' Lucky thought, 'she
failed pretty miserably.' It had already been
established throughout most of the school as to what
gender Mr. Murty preferred the previous summer.
Of course, Sarah had been away, so she didn't know.
'But she sure found out quick.'

"So what's your answer?"

Knocked out of his musings, Lucky asked confused,
"Wh-what's the question?"

"You know, silly!," she said coyly. "Are you or are
you not going to be my date to the prom?"

"Uh, no, I'm not. Sorry, but I've already got plans."

Not quite expecting that answer, Sarah pouted,
"Plans? With who?"

"Well, your sister. I promised her weeks ago that the
night of prom I'd take her out to a fancy restaurant.
Like the PC Grille or something," Lucky replied.

"Oh, please! Its just Lizzie. You can break them.
She would be such a bore anyway, moaning and
groaning about the rape. I mean, its been over a
year. Get over it. Don't you agree? Of course you
do. So its settled. I'll pick you up at seven or so..."

"No! I cannot, check that, I WILL not break my
plans with Liz. And until she says so, the topic of the
rape does NOT get old. I would think as her sister
you would have more compassion, but hey, why I
am surprised? Ever since you returned from Europe,
you've been acting like a complete bitch! You've got
serious issues!" Lucky yelled at her, angered that she
would dare make light of Liz's feelings.

"Well, excuse me! I just thought you'd like to have a
time! God knows you've been uptight enough of
late! I'd be more of a good time than little Miss
Help-Me-I-Was-Raped!"

"And who could I ask to confirm that? Let's see?
Uhm? Oh,  I know! How about the entire football
and swimming teams combined?!!?!!" disgusted,
Lucky started walking away.

Infuriated, Sarah yelled at his back, "Go on, Lucky!
Of course, if you want to live up to your nickname,
you'd better find a quick way to unlock the ice
princess's legs! You're never gonna get any another
way! The only way anybody could ever f**k frigid
little Lizzie is if they tied her up! Of course, since
your father's a rapist, why not ask him? Maybe the
two of you could melt her little heart together?!?
You know, a sorta father-son bonding
experience?!?"

Up until she said that, Lucky had managed to ignore
her. Suddenly, he turned, "Well, why don't you join
us? I'm sure a woman of such vast experience such
as yourself would be able to give us a few pointers!"
he yelled right back.

"What's your fascination with her anyway?!? I'm
surprised such a righteous individual as you wouldn't
cringe at the thought of touching 'used goods'?"

Incensed, Lucky threw her words back in her face,
"Used goods? This coming from the person who's
banged most of the able-bodied males in school?
Face it, Sarah! You have nothing on Elizabeth. You
are a WHORE! And the only person responsible for
that is YOU!"

Lucky stalked off, fuming. Sarah was angry as well.
And her rage only grew as she realized a group of
people, including some teachers, had witnessed the
entire exchange. 'You're dead, Lucky,' she thought,
'You and her.' Humiliated, she turned and walked
out of the building, plans for revenge rolling through
her mind.

Fortunately for Lucky, Lizzie never caught wind of
the argument witnessed  by at least a third of the
school. At least, if she did, not one word of it was
mentioned in front of him. The two weeks passed
quickly, and with no sign of revenge from Sarah,
Lucky began to feel more secure that she was going
to let the whole thing blow over.

However, his feelings of relief came much too soon.

Prom night--the Hardy's*****

"Ohhh! I feel so sick!" moaned Elizabeth. "I think
I'm..." She vomited before she could finish the
sentence.

"Hey, watch it! You're going to mess up my dress!"
Sarah yelled.

"Sarah!" Audrey admonished. "That's no way to talk
to your sister! She is truly sick!"

'Only with a little help from me,' though Sarah. 'Now
Lucky will have no choice but to go to prom with
me.' Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh, I'll get that!"

Rushing downstairs, Sarah opened the door, not the
least surprised to see Lucky. He was dressed in a
black-on-black suit. It made him look dark and
handsome. 'God, he's beautiful.'

"Come in, come in!" Sarah invited him. Striking a
pose, she asked, "How do I look?"

"Nice," came the cold reply. "Where's Lizzie?"

Sarah's face turned to ice at Lucky's demeanor.
'Wonder what her reaction would have been if I'd
told her what I really thought of that dress?' Lucky
thought. The dress, if it could be called that, was a
monstrosity. Blood red, it was short, stopping mid-
thigh, and it was extremely tight in the upperbody.
The neckline revealed more than it concealed. 'She
even looks like a whore,' he thought darkly.

"Well, Lizzie, I'm sorry to say, won't be going
anywhere. She's sick," Sarah smugly replied.

"What do you mean?" Lucky asked concerned.

Before Sarah could answer, Audrey came
downstairs. "Oh, Lucky, I'm so sorry. Elizabeth had
been throwing up for over an hour. I'm getting ready
to take her to GH. I think it maybe food poisoning,
but I can't think of anything she's eaten that would
be hazardous."

"Oh, no. Is she running a fever? Any other
symptoms?"

"No, no. Just vomiting uncontrollably. She did want
me to tell you, however, that she's sorry. She didn't
want to ruin your evening together, and she wants
you to accompany Sarah to the prom so your
evening won't be a complete loss."

"Uh, really, I think I should go with you to the hos--
-" Lucky began.

"Oh, really, Lucky. Lizzie's a big girl. She'll be fine. I
think its a great idea," Sarah chimed in.

"Wonderful," Audrey said, ushering them out the
door. "You two have a good time."

And that's how Lucky got roped into attending prom
with Sarah. The evening went fine, at first. Dinner
was with a group of other kids, so Sarah and Lucky
weren't alone. It was probably a good thing because
Lucky had a murderous gleam in his eye that didn't
go unnoticed by Sarah. It wasn't until the last dance
at the prom that Sarah slipped up and managed to
dash any hopes of Lucky's forgiveness forever.

"Come on, Lucky! Its the last dance!" Sarah
pleaded, slurring her words together a bit. She had
consumed a generous portion of the punch mixed
with Jack Daniels in little more than two hours.

"Sarah, look, can't you find someone else to dance
with?"

"No! You're MY date, and you're supposed to dance
with ME. Don't ruin an evening that gone perfectly
fine!!"

"All right, but after this I'm going to check on
Elizabeth."

Leading him onto the dance floor, Sarah pulled
Lucky as close to her as possible. For a few
moments, she reveled in the feeling of being close to
him while he shuddered at the thought of actually
having to touch her. Then Sarah, obviously drunk,
began giggling uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" Lucky asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just that I found Liz and I have
something in common after all."

"What's that?"

A few more giggles, "Oh, that we both drank spiked
drinks tonight."

Cautiously, Lucky asked, "I know you've had the
punch, but what did Liz have?"

A tongue loosened too much from the booze, Sarah
replied conspiratorially, "Her milk. I *hiccup* put
Dra-dra-drano in it. Won't hurt, just make her sick
for a few hours."

Stunned, Lucky stopped dancing, "You WHAT?!?"

Looking up at him, Sarah said, "I only arranged for
you to back out of your date with Liz like a
gentleman."

"By poisoning her? With a household chemical?
God, I'm speechless! I'm also outta here!"

Before she could stop him and try to explain, Lucky
stormed off the dance floor, and he headed out the
door. The last sounds he heard were the screams of
Sarah vowing more revenge.

He, however, didn't turn back this time.

Present--The Hardy's**********

After that enlightening night, Lucky never left Liz
alone with Sarah. If Audrey thought they spent too
much time together, she didn't show it. In fact, she
seemed to welcome it. It was almost as if Audrey
suspected what Sarah had done, but without proof,
it would have been futile to bring it up. It didn't
really matter anyway. Two weeks after prom, Sarah
graduated and left immediately to join her parents in
Europe, where they had decided to open a practice
after their commission in Bosnia ended. Until that
morning, Sarah and Lucky hadn't been in the same
room alone since that dreadful night.

Walking to the table with a cup of coffee, Sarah
asked, "Did you ever tell Liz?"

"What? That the sister she loves dearly actually
poisoned her in a fit a jealous rage? No," Lucky said.

"Umph," was the only response he received.

A few more moments of silence passed before she
spoke again.

"So why didn't you tell her? Afraid of breaking her
fragile hold on reality?" she asked spitefully.

"You, being of no morality and pure evil, wouldn't
understand."

"God, Lucky, why are you always trying to protect
her? Its disgusting," Sarah exclaimed. "Its not like
she's some cowering virgin with lily white thighs. So
pure and dainty!"

"No, Sarah, she's not. She's a strong, albeit
stubborn, young woman that has more integrity,
compassion, honesty, and love than you could ever
hope to be. The only reason you hate her is because
she's everything you can and will never be."

Unmoved by Lucky's sermon, Sarah asked, in a
stage whisper, "Still can't get in her pants, can you,
Spencer?"

The clanging of the pot being thrown in the sink was
the only sign of Lucky's repugnance.

At that moment, Lizzie, looking and feeling much
better after a hot shower, came downstairs.

"What's going on? What was that loud noise?" she
asked.

"Oh, nothing serious. Lucky just dropped a pan,"
Sarah replied.

Lucky, however, couldn't stand to be in the same
room with Sarah anymore. Grabbing Lizzie's hand,
Lucky stalked out the back door.

"Run all you like, Spencer. You can never hide from
me," Sarah said to herself. "You'll pay, eventually."

With that, she casually went back to sipping her
coffee and reading the newspaper.
 
 

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