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Miami, restaurant, 6 weeks later
Bob: *butters bread* Remember when we used to party?
Scott: *sips wine, nods*
Bob: We used to be fun, Scotty. Two single, rich guys.
Scott: *places glass on table* I don't recall you being rich when we had fun.
Bob: Well, rich is really a state of mind.
Scott: Right.
Bob: Should I start dating again?
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Bob: Or maybe it's too soon.
Scott: That depends on your outlook. Are you interested in a long-term relationship or something casual?
Bob: Well, I'm a 42-year old 2-time loser. You tell me.
Scott: Have you tried an online dating site?
Bob: Have you?
Scott: No, I prefer to meet women in mental institutions. At least you know what you're getting.
Bob: *smiles*
Scott: *smirks* Maybe it woud be best to hold off on something serious. Live for yourself.
Bob: *nods*
Gables Estates, house, 2:30pm
Tom: *walks over, sits* You know, I recall you asking me here to fix your lawn mower, not to actually mow the lawn.
Lori: *places laptop on lap* I'm too busy to mow the lawn. *smiles* I'm getting a degree.
Tom: *looks at Lori* Like a real one? Not clown college?
Lori: *elbows Tom in the arm*
Tom: Ow.
Lori: I'm going to get my fashion degree. *smiles* I could start my OWN business. *rubs hands together* I'll show Riley that she's not the only woman in this family who can become a high-profile business executive and make millions of Americans more fashion-forward.
Tom: *staring at Lori*
Lori: I can't wait to rise to the top and CRUSH my competition! *claps hands*
Tom: I love you.
Lori: *looks at Tom* What?
Tom: I'm happy for you.
Lori: *smiles* This is so exciting. *stomps feet on floor* I could actually be educated.
Tom: What are you talking about? You're plenty educated.
Lori: A GED won't get me my own employees, Thomas.
Tom: ...I have a GED.
Lori: And you did fine.
Tom: So you want to grow up to be a bitch.
Lori: Oh honey I'm already a bitch. I'm just going to be one with direction and really hot male models. Hey, you need a new job?
Tom: No.
Lori: Damn. I guess I'll find a rack handler in the White Pages.
Tom: ...So I'm not hot enough to be a model, huh.
Lori: You're too old, sweetie. Models are young.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: You're attractive on a non-commercial level. Hm. *places hands on Tom's cheeks* Have you thought about Just For Men? Your side-burns are looking a tad on the grey side. Now, don't get me wrong, grey on a man can be hot but there's a limit. Don't let it get too far. You want to be a distinguished man.
Tom: ...I love when you talk dirty.
Lori: *runs fingers through Tom's hair* You could use some up here too.
Tom: *closes eyes*
Lori: And maybe over here. Wasn't your hair a tad darker than this before?
Tom: *grabs Lori's hands* You're worse than heroin.
Lori: *lifts brow* What?
Tom: I will...take care of the hair.
Lori: Excellent.
Tom: And you must take care of that arrogance.
Lori: *nods slowly* Right.
Tom: I need to head out.
Lori: Wait, why? You're supposed to help me with this degree stuff. I don't know how to work the website.
Tom: It's not rocket science.
Lori: It is to me. I know how to work e-mail and Craig's List. That's it.
Tom: Alright. *pulls laptop closer* Once you have your profile set up, you need to browse your courses.
Lori: How many do I have to take?
Tom: That depends on the program and how much free time you have.
Lori: *looks at Tom* I have 30 minutes a day, tops.
Tom: Then you might want to re-think your schedule.
Lori: Riley won't give me extra time off.
Tom: Then maybe the best thing to do would be to ditch Riley in search of your dreams.
Lori: *smiles* You're brilliant.
Tom: It's just a suggestion.
Lori: I'll call her up right away. *leans forward, grabs phone* AH!
Tom: What? What's wrong?
Lori: Oh it's nothing, I just...I pulled a muscle the other day when I was dressing a 4-year old for Riley's shoot. The kid was a nightmare and this was my gift at the end of the day. *slides laptop onto table* Ugh.
Tom: Do you have a chiropractor?
Lori: I barely have a doctor.
Tom: *places hand on Lori's back* You should lie down.
Lori: I wish I could. *winces*
Tom: Do you have any medication at all? Aspirin?
Lori: We don't keep much in the house.
Tom: You know what, I'll go out and get you something. *lifts Lori into arms*
Lori: Whoa, what are you doing?
Tom: Taking you to bed.
Lori: *places hand on Tom's chest* Uh, is this really the time?
Tom: Wouldn't you rather rest somewhere more comforable?
Lori: Oh. That's what you meant. Sure. Carry me away.
Bedroom, 3:40pm
Lori: *looks around*
Tom: *walks in* I brought you some back stuff. I think it has a muscle relaxer.
Lori: You're the best. *reaches out* Gimme.
Tom: *sits on bed* ...I don't want to.
Lori: What the hell for? I'm in pain. This is worse than child birth.
Tom: Why don't you call in a masseuse.
Lori: Because I'm after pain relief not Adonis in a towel.
Tom: Homeopathic remedies are sometimes just as effective as medication. I know of some natural herbs that block pain receptors and can be worked into a massage.
Lori: Then
why didn't you bring the natural stuff?
Tom: You know what, I think your garden might have some. *stands* I'll be right back. *runs*
Lori: *frowns*
20 minutes later
Tom: *walks in* You really should think about planting some more of this stuff. I can't quite pronounce the name but I know what it looks like and what it does. I've crushed some of them and poured some olive oil on top.
Lori: Congratulations. I'm not really in the mood for salad.
Tom: At least try it. If it doesn't work, you can take the medication.
Lori: Fine. *pulls off shirt* Massage. *crawls onto stomach* Chop chop.
Tom: ...You want me to do it.
Lori: I can't do it myself, Thomas.
Tom: *nods* Okay. But this is strictly...p-professional.
Lori: That's fine, just get rid of the pain.
Tom: *sits on bed*
40 minutes later
Lori: ...You're awesome.
Tom: *looks around* When exactly is um...hubby getting home?
Lori: What time is it?
Tom: *looks at watch* Almost quarter after 4.
Lori: 15 minutes. Maybe sooner. *smiles* You might have a new career ahead of you.
Tom: *stands* We're done. *throws towel onto Lori* Feel better?
Lori: *lifts head* Uh...yes, but-
Tom: I need to go home now.
Lori: *sits up, wraps towel around chest* What's wrong with you? You're acting weird.
Tom: I'm trying not to be a hypocrite.
Lori: What do you mean?
Tom: I'm glad you're feeling better, Lori.
Lori: *stands* Scott doesn't mind that you're here.
Tom: I think he would.
Lori: You never used to care about that sort of stuff. What happened to living in the moment? Rebel without a cause? Tom Carter stuff.
Tom: I'm old, remember?
Lori: Nonsense, you were old when I first met you.
Tom: ...Thank you.
Lori: *wraps arms around Tom*
Tom: *stares ahead*
Lori: Thanks for taking care of me.
Tom: *pats Lori on the back* I'll be taking that box with me. Probably not the best idea to leave them to Scott.
Lori: *lifts head* What are you going to do with them?
Tom: Return them to the pharmacy, hopefully.
Lori: *nods*
Tom: *steps back* Good luck with the degree thing.
Lori: Thanks.
Tom: *walks away*
Lori: *sigh*
TBC.................................