THE LAMONT HOME - KITCHEN

2312 Spring Lake Rd."Randy?"  Burt froze, taken completely off-guard by his brother's strong reactions.  "What do you mean I can't marry Janet?  You can't be serious, can you?"

"I'm completely serious!"  Randy jumped up out of his chair and tossed his napkin onto the table before storming out of the room.

"You come back here!" Burt called out as he quickly rose to follow him.  "I'm not about to let you say something like that and then just simply walk away!"

"There's nothing to talk about."  Randy took long strides into the living in an attempt to keep his distance from his older brother.  "This is a bad idea and you know it."

"A bad idea?  But...but I always thought you liked Janet."

"My feelings about Janet personally have nothing to do with this," Randy grumbled.  "This is about you and what's happening to you."

"W-what?"  Burt jaw hung open in confusion.  "What the devil are you talking about?"

Randy LamontRandy stood in silence for several long moments in order to collect his thoughts before turning to face Burt and speak again.  "Ever since you've gotten mixed up with those Callisons and Stokeses, you've become a different person.  Can't you see that?"

"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about!"

"I figured you wouldn't."

"Randy, I love Janet.  She loves me."  He walked over to his brother and put his strong, authoritative hand on Randy's shoulder.  "We want to get married and spend the rest of our lives together.  What's so wrong with that?"

"It won't work!" Randy snapped.  "We're not like those people!  We're Lamonts, not Callisons or Stokeses.  We have no business being a part of that world."

"You forget, I'm a Callison, now, too."

"How can I forget?" Randy muttered.  "It's thrown in my face every time I turn around."

"Ah, so now I see," Burt nodded.  "This has nothing to do with Janet and everything to do with Landon Callison being my father.  That's it, isn't it?"

"It's part of it," Randy confessed as he hung his head, unable to meet Burt's penetrating stare, "but that's not all of it.  I've got a bad feeling about this.  We've got no business getting mixed up with those people.  Ever since we came to Albanyville and started running around with them, we've had nothing but trouble!"

Burt Lamont"Would this sudden hatred of the Callisons extend to Maggie?" Burt asked pointedly, immediately recognizing a potential double standard.

"Maggie has nothing to do with this."

"She is a Callison, Randy."

"She's...different."

Randy's simple explanation caused Burt to lift an eyebrow, both shocked and confused by the fine line Randy was drawing.

"She's still a Callison!"  Burt paused and took a deep breath.  "And what about Eliza?  Her family's not exactly part of the poor and downtrodden class, either."

"No, she's not," Randy conceded, "but she doesn't live in a big house on the other side of the lake, either.  Our family doesn't work for her family."

"You've got some nerve and some double standard!" Burt snapped angrily.  "I love Janet.  I'm sorry that you have a problem with that, but it's the truth.  And I want to marry Janet."

"Can't you see what's happening?" Randy asked pleadingly.  "Can't you see that they're drawing you in more and more?  How long is it going to be before you end up drowning in their world and you forget who you really are?"

"I know who I really am!"

Randy couldn't help but smirk at the irony.  "Yes, you do.  Landon Callison's son!"  Without saying another word, Randy stormed out of the house leaving Burt completely confused about his brother's attitude and worried about what his future marriage to Janet Stokes might do him.


THE SUNSET HOTEL - ROOM 213

The Sunset Hotel"A reservation?" Donna smiled slyly as she waited for Fred to unlock the door.  "You must have been awfully sure of yourself."

"Assuredness had nothing to do with it," he laughed as the door swung up and he stepped aside to let her enter the room first.  "I call it planning ahead.  There's nothing wrong with being prepared, is there?"

"Not at all."

Donna moved further into the room and subtly wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to keep from shaking with nervousness.

Dr. Fred Rutherford"Are you okay?" he asked as he came up behind her and touched her lightly on the shoulder.  "You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"Of course, not," she laughed.  "I don't get cold feet."

Fred moved away from her and to the bar and began to mix himself a drink.  "Can I fix you something?  It might help to relax you."

"Um...yes, please," she replied softly before taking a deep breath.  "Martini.  On the rocks."

"You certainly have rather lavish tastes," he observed as he carefully poured the vodka into the glass and over the ice.  "I would've assumed that you were a bourbon type of girl."

"And why would you say that?"  Donna looked up and eyed him curiously.

"No reason," Fred replied.  "Just a guess."

Donna AllisonShe took the cocktail from him and pressed it to her lips so that she could take a lengthy sip.  The alcohol immediately began to relax her and eased her tensions.  As she swirled the drink around in her glass, she casually walked around the room, making sure to note every little detail.

"Feeling better?"  He spoke up as he came up behind her once again and gently kissed her on the neck.  This time she didn't flinch.

"Much."

"Donna, you're so beautiful," Fred said softly as he took her by the hand and led her over to the bed before pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss.  "So beautiful."

As she gave in to his kisses, he lowered her onto the bed.  However, Fred was too involved to see that Donna kept her eyes wide open the entire time.


SPRINGHILL MANOR - LIBRARY

54 Spring Lake Dr."I'm sorry," Joyce spoke up as her eyes moved from Sara to Dane.  "Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh, no, Momma.  Not at all."  Sara walked over to her and gave her a warm hug.  "Dane and I were just discussing Naomi and what we should do about her and the baby."

"I see."  Joyce walked further into the room, her eyes firmly locked on Dane.  "And what have you decided?"

"We've decided that we're not given that girl one penny!" Dane spoke up sternly.  "She's trying to scam Sara out of all her money.  I'm certain of it!"

"Now, Dane, darling, I think you're being a little harsh."  Joyce never once moved her eyes away from him.  "If anyone has a reason not to trust Naomi, I believe it's me.  After all, she did have an affair with my husband and bore him a child."

"So, you're saying that you believe that girl's wild story?"  He meet her stern stare with a look just as severe.  He knew exactly what kind of game she was playing.

"I'm inclined to believe that it's true, yes."  She turned away from him so that she could address her daughter.  "Sara, you're certain of it too, now, aren't you?"

Sara Manchester"Actually, yes, I am," Sara nodded.  "And I don't see how we can, in good conscience, deny her or her baby something that's rightfully hers."

"We don't owe her a damn thing!"  Dane's hands balled up into tight fists.

"Sara, dear," Joyce spoke up softly, "maybe I can convince him that this is the right thing to do."  She turned and shot Dane a strong and angry look, unseen by her daughter.  "Maybe if you just give us a few minutes alone...."

"Okay," she nodded before turning to look at her husband.  "Please, Dane.  This is the right thing to do."

As soon as Sara had walked out of the library, closing the doors behind her, Joyce spun around to face Dane, an enraged fire in her eyes.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped angrily.  "You're supposed to convince her to set up that trust fund, not talk her out of it!"

"I don't think this is a good idea," he muttered in response as he tried to act nonchalant about the entire thing.  "I'm not sure that convincing Sara to give up a chunk of her inheritance is going to be beneficial to either of us."

"What?"  Joyce's eyes grew wide with disbelief.  "You can't mean that!"

"I most certainly do."

Joyce Preston"And here I thought you were a man," she laughed wickedly.  "I thought you were a person who took control of his own destiny and didn't bow down to anyone -- least of all, not your wife."

Dane stood in silence as his jaw tightened.

"Besides.  We had a deal!" she reminded.  "I convinced Sara to drop out of school -- to stay at home and be a proper and respectable wife.  I thought that you agreed with me that as long as she had a controlling share of your inheritance, you would constantly be at the beck and call of whatever whim she might have."

"Sara's not like that!" he spoke up suddenly.  "She's never been the type of girl to hold something like that over my head."

"But she is the type of girl who'd blackmail you into a marriage that you didn't want?"

He couldn't say anything.  He knew she had a point.  However, even so, that didn't matter.

"Dane, it's time someone taught Sara a lesson."  Joyce's features grew softer and more pleading as she decided to try a different approach.  "She forced you into a marriage you didn't want and then she cheated on you with my husband so that she could get her hands on his money."

"I'm...I'm not so sure I believe that anymore," he muttered softly.  "No matter what faults Sara might have, she's always been loyal to me."

"You're a fool!" she snapped, again growing angry.  "You're a damned fool!"  Feeling that her emotions were starting to get out of control, Joyce took several long breaths to calm herself before speaking again.  "She's making a fool out of you, Dane.  It's clear that she has all the control in your marriage.  She forced you to marry her which caused your father to disinherit you and then she cheated on you with my husband so that she could get all of the money she didn't get when she married you.  She took away everything that you had and then gave a little bit of it back, but gave herself more so that you'd be dependent on her!  She's got you wrapped around her little finger and she controls every move you make!"

Dane Manchester"No one controls me!" Dane barked.  "I'm my own man and I make my own decisions.  I do as I damn well please, Sara or no Sara."

"I'm sure you do."  Joyce smiled slyly as if she knew much more than she was willing to let on.  "So, Dane, what is it?  Are you going to remain Sara's little lap dog, bowing to her every whim, or are you going to be a man and teach her a lesson?  What are you going to do Dane?  The choice is yours."




ON MONDAY

Dane decides where his loyalties lie.





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