Sara Manchester343 Anderson Ln. Apt. #1, Albanyville, IL"Oh, Dane, you have no idea how happy I am right now!"  Sara glowed as she looked at the wedding band that had found a home on her hand.  "I've waited so long to be your wife."

"Yes, I know," he muttered dryly as he sat in his chair with his chin resting in his hand.  He gritted his teeth as he wondered how his life took such a drastically different turn than what he'd planned.  It had only been a few months before that he was certain he'd take Jillian away from Reginald.  Now he was married to Sara.  This was not the way it was supposed to be.

"I wish we could've had a real honeymoon," Sara sighed as she sat down on the edge of the chair and laid her head on his shoulder.  "You know, someplace nice..."

"That's kind of hard when you don't have any money."  Dane began to think about the financial support that his parents had withdrawn as soon as they'd learned of his planned marriage.  "If you think you're old enough to get married and settle down, you're old enough to pay for yourself," his father had said in a rather abrupt phone call.  "Everything's gonna be hard now," he sighed.  "Now I've got to work to support us and try to pay for school.  This isn't going to be easy!"

"Dane, I told you I could get a job, too!"  She slowly ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair.  "I'm just as capable of helping with the bills and your school, too!"

"No!"  He turned to face her angrily.  "You're my wife and you'll act like my wife.  I will not have people thinking that I can't take care of my household!"

"Okay," Sara sighed.  He could be so difficult at times.  "Well, I guess since we're spending our honeymoon here...."  She snuggled up next to him and leaned in for a kiss.

Dane Manchester"Sorry, can't."  Dane pushed her away and got up from his seat.

"What?  What do you mean you can't?"

"I have to go to work and earn us some money."  He grabbed his jacket off of the back of the chair and walked toward the door.  "I'm lucky to have gotten this job at the Callison Printing Plant.  I can't afford to miss work."

"But, Dane, this is our honeymoon!"

"And I have to go to work to support my new wife."  He smiled at her, but it was tinged with sarcasm. 

As the door shut behind him, Sara slumped down into the chair and began to wonder if she really knew what she was getting into.


Annabelle Lake800 W. Rose St. Apt #3, Albanyville, IL"Oh, Charles," Annabelle moaned softly as he found the right spot in the hollow of her neck.  "The things you do to me!"  The sudden ringing of the telephone broke the mood and she glared at it angrily.  "Let me get rid of whoever that is," she cooed as she slowly slid out of bed.  "Then we can get back to what we were doing."

"Hello?" she said as she cradled the receiver between her ear and her shoulder.  The voice on the other end forced her to turn her back to Charles and lower her voice.  "Well, no, this isn't exactly a good time...um, yes, he is."  She quickly glanced in Charles' direction to see if he were listening.  Seeing that he wasn't, she let out a sigh of relief and continued with her conversation.

"Are you taking care of that matter we discussed?  I see.  And how is that plan going?  Well, I guess you'll have to try harder, now won't you?  Ah....I see.  That does sound promising.  You just keep to your end of the deal.  Understand?  I thought so."  She hung up the phone and strolled back towards the bed.

Charles Callison"Who was that?" Charles asked as she returned to her spot next to him.

"Oh, just some silly person trying to do a survey on what kind of laundry detergent I use.  Why do those people insist on calling at all the wrong times?"  She giggled at her lie.

"Forget about the soap people," he said as he pulled her closer to him.  "Now where were we?"

As his lips again found the softness of her neck, Annabelle silently thought about how she had to keep Charles and Francis apart if she were going to make him hers for good.


Patterson MonroeGood Hope Church"Lorraine, I'm sure that Stephanie has no designs on me whatsoever," Patterson said as he held her in his arms.  "All she needs right now is a friend.  I don't even think she wants to be involved with anyone!"

"Then what about that kiss?  She sure looked like she was up to something then!"  Lorraine pulled away from him and watched him closely.  The site of Patterson and Stephanie locked together in a kiss was an image that was still burned in her mind.

"Honey, we've gone over that a thousand times.  Why can't you believe that there was nothing to that?  She was just so excited that someone, anyone, would look past everything that happened and want to be her friend.  It was all innocent."  His eyes pleaded with her to accept the truth.  "If you'd just stayed around a little longer, you would have seen me push her away and tell her that what happened was inappropriate.  I love you.  You're the one I've always wanted to be with."

Lorraine Blake"I'm sure it was all innocent on your part.  But her...?"  Lorraine lifted her hand to gently rub her temple.  Why was she suddenly starting to feel so strange?  She squinted her eyes as she tried to focus on Patterson.  Why was she starting to feel so odd?

"Lorraine, are you all right?" he asked as he watched her closely.  The color had drained from her face and she suddenly looked as pale as a ghost.  As he reached out for her, she collapsed and fell into his arms.  "Lorraine, speak to me!  Lorraine!"


What's wrong with Lorraine?

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