Road Trip! The Final Frontier.

LOL, Maybe she doesn't go to Walgreens. That's just way too mainstream for someone like her. :lol:

I think I've seen something similar to that but I wasn't thinking it when I wrote the chapter so call it a happy coincidence. :lol:

I'm sure he was suspicious. It's like seeing an Escalade in the ghetto streets of your respective city. :lol:

*raises hand*

:lol:

Thanks so much for all the reviews.

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House, 8pm

Lori: *runs in, throws purse*

Scott: *walks downstairs* Hey.

Lori:*runs over* Hey, sorry I have to head back out, I just stopped in to drop off your prescription. *kisses Scott* Okay, bye.

Scott: *grabs Lori* Whoa, hold on a second. Where are you running off to?

Lori: A friend's house.

Scott: Oh. Well then carry on.

Lori: Okay. *turns around*

Scott: In case you were too busy to notice, that was sarcasm.

Lori: *turns back around* What?

Scott: What friend is this?

Lori: Someone I know which just happens to be someone you don't know.

Scott: Where does this friend live?

Lori: West Grove.

Scott: Isn't that a popular drug area?

Lori: It's actually pretty safe if you're not planning on spending more than 5 minutes there. I mean, it's close to all the heavily patroled well-lit areas so there's a good chance I won't be abducted or killed and it's easy to get out. Besides, when did you become so privy to all of Miami's deep dark neighborhood secrets?

Scott: I'm from New York. It's my duty to live in fear and suspicion.

Lori: *smiles* Well I will be back in a couple of hours. I'm just visiting someone, I'm not lookin' to purchase the merchandise.

Scott: Alright.

Lori: Don't wait up for me, you look like you've had a stressful day. *walks away, shuts door*

Scott: *grabs keys*

Shanty house, west Coconut Grove

Lori: *walks up stairs*

Man: *holding out hands, moaning*

Lori: *pulls purse closer, walks*

Hallway

Woman with baby is seen against the wall, shaking

Lori: *knocks on door*

Baby starts to cry

Lori: *angry sigh* Come on Rosa, open up.

Rosa: *opens door a crack* ¿Quién está allí?

Lori: No policía. Lori.

Rosa: *opens door, smiles* Lori. *looks up and down* You changed.

Lori: May I come in?

Rosa: Of course. *walks into room*

Lori: *walks in, shuts door*

Rosa: I did not think you would come. *grabs chair* Sit.

Lori: You first.

Rosa: *sits, grabs cup, looks down* The water is full of rust. But we do what we can. *places cup on table* Did you...get it?

Lori: *sits, opens purse* You said the children were sick.

Rosa: We are all children one way or the other.

Lori: *slides packages over* Let me guess, the kiddies get some and you take the big sip.

Rosa: It will get them through the night. But I am not well either.

Lori: Well that's what happens when you run out of money and blow. You realize this isn't a permenant solution, it's just a band-aid on a bigass wound.

Rosa: We are not looking for a permenant solution.

Lori: You should be.

Rosa: *opens package* Do you mind?

Lori: *shakes head*

Rosa: *grabs straw, places it against table*

Lori: *crosses arms*

Rosa: *wipes nose* Did you sample?

Lori: Sorry, you get what you get. I haven't touched the stuff in a long time.

Rosa: *leans back in chair* Mm yes, I see it in your face. Your eyes, they look alive.

Lori: Why won't you get help?

Rosa: It is too late for me. Besides, the government does not care enough to pay for it.

Lori: It's not too late. There are programs.

Rosa: For me, it is a ticket back to Cuba where they can...deal with the burden.

Lori: A lot's changed.

Rosa: And a lot has not. You remember what I said to you when you first got here?

Lori: Besides 'don't trust Americans'?

Rosa: *smiles*

Lori: You said the world is cruel, judgemental and self-serving. The rich get richer while the poor die younger and everyone else stays ignorant so they don't have to look at it. You should really put that on a Hallmark card.

Rosa: How do you suppose it would sell?

Lori: *smiles* Probably better than you think.

Rosa: Now...I have not seen you smile like that for a long time.

Lori: I've found a lot to be happy about. As it turns out, there are a lot of good people left. There's still honesty, generosity and patience out there.

Rosa: Not from my experience.

Lori: Maybe you need to get out more.

Door opens

Lori: *looks over*

Scott: *walks in*

Rosa: *stands* Policía!

Lori: *stands* NO! No, he's not the police.

Rosa: *grabs baseball bat*

Scott: What the hell are you doing here?

Lori: I could ask you the same question.

Rosa: OUT! *swings bat*

Scott: Whoa! *ducks*

Lori: *grabs bat* Rosa! Rosa, he's fine. He's a friend!

Rosa: I do not let stray men in my house!

Lori: He's with me. Rosa, you can trust him.

Rosa: *stares at Scott*

Scott: *stares at Rosa*

Rosa: *smiles* Ah, good. He have trustworthy eyes, I can tell.

Lori: Good.

Rosa: *looks at Lori, wide-eyed* Are you two...*gasp* you and him?

Lori: *smirks* Excuse us, Rosa. *grabs Scott, opens door*

Hallway

Lori: You followed me?

Scott: What was I supposed to do? Just let you take off to a bad part of town without a real explanation?

Lori: You didn't need more than what I told you. Do you realize how bad an idea it was for you to just waltz in here without knowing what you were getting into? You could have been killed.

Scott: And it's so much safer for you.

Lori: I know what I'm doing.

Scott: Does that include cocaine?

Lori: *sighs, looks down at floor* Scott, I promise you I haven't touched it. Rosa needed my help.

Scott: Getting high.

Lori: Staying alive. Do you know how lethal it can be to just quit using all of a sudden? There are children here hooked on stuff you've never even heard of, I wasn't just going to lie in my warm safe bed while I knew they were suffering out here.

Scott: It's not up to you to help them. They put themselves here.

Lori: So it wasn't up to my family to help me either?

Scott: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Rosa took me in. Maybe I wouldn't have given a damn 6 months ago but I do now and I'm not just going to ignore her like she's someone else's problem. Maybe it wasn't the best decision to come here but I don't know what else to do.

Scott: Lori, she isn't your problem. These people are just going to manipulate you and pull you back down with them. You're nothing more than a wallet and easy access now.

Lori: How do you know that? You don't know them.

Scott: Neither do you, you've been gone almost a year. You need to think real hard before you get yourself involved with this any further. I'm not saying they're bad people, I'm just letting you know that the addiction takes a stranglehold and everything else is background noise.

Lori: *nods* You're right. If I was in her shoes, I'd only care about what's on the table. But these people do need help.

Scott: What if they don't want it?

Lori: *sigh*...It's not fair.

Scott: Life isn't fair.

Lori: *walks into room*

Scott: *follows*

Rosa: You are back! Señor...

Lori: Scott.

Rosa: Scott! *looks at Lori* He is handsome this one.

Scott: *clears throat* Lori and I should really be going. No disrespect meant but it's getting late.

Rosa: And polite too. *walks over, grabs Scott's face* Where she snag you from huh? *smiles* He looks a little uncomfortable.

Lori: It's his first time in a bona fide drug house.

Scott: Second time.

Lori: *lifts brows*

Rosa: You got yourself a confident-looking young man. Lots of mileage. Or hm...what do you call it...experience?

Scott: *steps back* That depends what you mean.

Rosa: Why, you been with lots of women?

Scott: *smiles, laughs*

Rosa: He suits you, Lori. *winks*

Lori: Rosa.

Rosa: What? All men have their head in the sewer pipes.

Lori: I think you mean gutter.

Rosa: *waves hand* Tomato, tomaato.

Lori: *smiling* Well, we need to head out.

Rosa: Will you visit again?

Lori: Only empty-handed.

Rosa: *sigh* You bring this man again and I won't need the poison to keep me happy.

Lori: *grabs Scott's hand* Sorry, he's all mine.

Rosa: Pity.

Lori: Have a good night, okay?

Rosa: There has not been a 'good' night in a long time. Bearable ones, perhaps.

Lori: I hear ya. *walks away*

Scott: *nods* Ma'am.

Rosa: *waves*

Outside

Lori: She sure liked you.

Scott: Yeah after she finished wielding the bat at my head.

Lori: So...what other drug house have you been in and why?

Scott: It's a long story.

Lori: And yet you seem to have gleamed past it when recounting your life story.

Scott: I wasn't looking for drugs if that's what you mean.

Lori: What else would you be doing? Looking for real estate?

Scott: I was...with a girl.

Lori: *stops walking*

Scott: *looks back*

Lori: *smiles* With a girl. You mean like with with? Or...with with.

Scott: None of that made any sense.

Lori: *smiling* You like bad girls.

Scott: *frowns*

Lori: That's kind of hot.

Scott: Are you finished?

Lori: I finally almost sort of understand you now. Wow. Were you always like this or did your tastes evolve over time?

Scott: I'm going home. You can stand out here and be impressed with yourself all night.

Lori: Makes sense though. Mom and dad were dull rich folk, you spent half your life at wealthy snooze button-infested social functions, Bailey was your typical airhead beach babe and you're surrounded by boring office jockeys all day. Guess you needed something a little hotter to light your fire.

Scott: You're enjoying this, aren't you.

Lori: Very much. Anywho, see you at home. *opens truck door* Try not to race there too quickly. *gets in, shuts door*

Scott: *stares at truck*

TBC.....................

More RT Hummerhome fun next. :devil:

 

I feel sorry for Rosa *HUGS* and the babies too!

Oooh Scott's past relationship...this could get interesting :devil:

Great update Geni!

 

LOL. Particularily weird for the kiddies. (a.k.a, Lori & Scott) :lol:

^ Yeah, what Jenna said.

Thanks so much for the reviews! *hugs*

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10am, Hummerhome

Heather: DIE WUBBA! *smashes walls with hammer*

Ryan: *walks over* WHOA WHOA! What are you doing!

Heather: I can't get my virtual map to fit!

Ryan: Maybe that's because the wall is destroyed.

Heather: No no no. I measured it perfectly but for some reason, the math just DOESN'T ADD UP!

Ryan: Have you been here all night?

Heather: Rome wasn't built in a day. And they probably weren't lazy either.

Ryan: Sleeping doesn't make you lazy, it makes you less insane in the morning.

Heather: Be a dear and hold this platform up.

Ryan: *grabs platform*

Heather: NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!

Ryan: HOW IS THERE A WRONG WAY TO HOLD A PIECE OF METAL!

Heather: IT'S NOT METAL, IT'S FIBREGLASS!

Ryan: *drops platform* Forget it.

Heather: OW OW OW MY FOOT! OW!

Ryan: Oh crap! Are you okay?

Heather: YOU JUST BROKE MY FOOT! *hopping up and down*

Ryan: Here, sit.

Heather: *falls over onto couch* OWIE OWIE!

Ryan: Stop it, it's not that bad.

Heather: *starts slapping Ryan* YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT!

Ryan: OW OW! STOP!

Heather: YOU RUINER OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND PURE!

Ryan: IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU SUCK!

Heather: GAHHH! *slapping Ryan*

Apartment

Anni: *laughs* Seriously, give me the coffee.

Speed: *smiling* You mean this? *lifts mug*

Anni: Yes that, you little thief.

Speed: *steps closer* Maybe when someone remembers where they put my keys.

Anni: *smiling* I can't be held liable for any lost or stolen property.

Speed: Mhm, sure. *kisses Anni, hands over mug*

Anni: Why thank you.

Speed: Keys.

Anni: No idea.

Speed: I'm late for work.

Anni: You're always late for work.

Speed: Gee I wonder why.

Katie: *runs in* OH MY GOD! Oh hey, the door's unlocked.

Speed: *lowers head, angry sigh*

Anni: *places hand on Speed's chest*

Speed: *mumbles* I knew one morning alone was too good to be true.

Anni: Sorry.

Katie: *smiles* Heeey what's goin' on here? Are we in close personal spaces here?

Speed: *looks over* Do you ever knock?

Katie: Hardly. You're late for work.

Speed: Nice of you to come all the way down here and tell me but I think I have it covered.

Katie: Huh. You seem...chipper. For real. *gasp* You two totally got nekkid.

Speed: Out.

Katie: You were supposed to help me out. Horatio told you to.

Speed: He also said when I get into work. Not whenever Katie decides to break in.

Katie: I'll be in the hall. *walks away, shuts door*

Anni: You'd better get going.

Speed: What are the odds H will accept my resignation right this second?

Anni: *smiles* Slim to none. Go be a CSI, it's your life.

Speed: My life was just interrupted for that damn job.

Anni: I will still be here when you get back.

Speed: I know you will.

Anni: Aw someone's worried about getting killed in the line of duty.

Speed: Yeah at the hands of Katie.

Anni: *laughs* Go.

Speed: I'd rather just leave her out in the hall all day.

Anni: Tim, dead people need a voice. They depend on those little swabs and pipets so no more arguing.

Speed: Then give me my keys.

Anni: Hee. I was this close to making you search me for them. *pulls out keys*

Speed: *smirks, grabs keys* See you later.

Anni: Have fun.

Speed: Yeah right. *leaves*

Anni: *shakes head*

Hallway

Katie: Took you long enough.

Speed: Had to find my keys.

Katie: Sooo let me in on all the mushy gushy details.

Speed: No.

Katie: Oh come on, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a beautiful, natural thing.

Speed: No.

Katie: *smiles* I guess now that Anni's mind is in tip top shape, her body was soon to follow.

Speed: Don't you ever stop?

Katie: Pretend I'm one of the guys.

Speed: No. *walks down steps*

Katie: *runs* It'll be fun. You tell me all the mistakes you made and I'll laugh and say you're out of practice.

Speed: *laughs*

Katie: I pictured that the other way around but this is neat. You're...I'm not even sure how to describe it. Normal? Accessing the full range of human emotion? It's nice.

Speed: I suppose that's what happens when a marriage actually works between two people.

Katie: HA. Very funny.

Speed: *opens Hummer door*

Katie: *stares at door*

Speed: You're supposed to get in.

Katie: This is weeeeird. You're holding the door open for me.

Speed: Alright fine, don't get in. You could use the exercise.

Katie: *slaps Speed*

Speed: *smiles*

Katie: You're going to shut the door on my head, aren't you.

Speed: I'm thinking about it.

Katie: Thought so. Well it was nice to see a smile anyway, even if it was vindictive. *gets into Hummer*

Speed: *shuts door, walks away*

Inside Hummer

Katie: You know, it doesn't matter what you do or don't tell me, I'm going to hear it from Anni anyway.

Speed: Mhm.

Katie: I'm serious. She tells me everything.

Speed: *slams on breaks*

Katie: *screams, grabs dashboard*

Speed: *staring ahead*

Katie: Wow. That guy totally just blew the red light, did you see that?

Speed: Yep. *turns on lights, steps on gas*

Katie: Uh what are you doing?

Speed: My job.

Katie: Your job is in an air conditioned government building. Call patrol.

Speed: It's a simple traffic stop.

Katie: I've never been to a traffic stop. Well...from the other side anyway.

Speed: Consider this a lesson on people skills.

Katie: *laughs* You're going to teach me people skills. This'll be a riot. Do you always pull people over?

Speed: Never.

Katie: Oh. Great. Well he's stopping so let the lesson begin.

Speed: *pulls over, turns key*

Katie: *opens door*

Near car

Speed: *walks over, places hand on holster*

Katie: *creeps over* Are you sure this is safe?

Speed: *taps on window*

Window lowers

Speed: *looks into car* Hi. You almost hit my Hummer. You're lucky you weren't blown all the way into your back seat.

Guy: What, the cops drive Hummers now instead of cars?

Speed: License and registration.

Guy: *rolls eyes, reaches for glove box, opens it*

Speed: *pulls out gun* I'm not really in the mood to be shot today so why don't you leave your piece in the glove box and put your hands on the wheel. I'm sure whatever your wallet has stamped on it, your brain can remember. Name.

Guy: *sigh* Bob.

Speed: Do you have a last name, Bob?

Bob: Smith.

Speed: Now that was original. You could have at least picked something I haven't heard a thousand times.

Bob: My mistake.

Speed: So tell me Mister Smith, what were you doing running a red light?

Bob: I was in a hurry.

Speed: *looks at Katie* He was in a hurry.

Katie: *lifts brow*

Speed: Where are you headed in such a hurry?

Bob: Your mother's house.

Speed: *laughs* It's going to be a long drive. You're heading about 1000 miles in the wrong direction, Bob. Do me a favor and step out of the vehicle.

Bob: Or what?

Speed: You're about to find out and it won't be very fun for you.

Bob: *sighs, opens door*

Speed: *steps back, holsters gun*

Bob: *stands*

Speed: *grabs pen and paper from pocket*

Bob: Who's the whore?

Katie: *frowns*

Speed: *lifts eyes*

Bob: *stares at Speed*

Speed: *smirks*

Bob: ...I'm sorry?

Speed: Good choice, Bob. *looks down at paper, writes* You are now the lucky owner of a ticket for failing to stop at a controled intersection, a second ticket for that probably illegal firearm just sunbathing out in the open there and a third ticket for providing the wrong personal information at a traffic stop.

Bob: Gee, anything else officer?

Speed: Detective.

Bob: What's the difference?

Speed: I'm smarter.

Bob: If you're so smart, how are you supposed to give me a ticket if I didn't give you the right name?

Speed: Katie.

Katie: *opens wallet* Bob Taylor.

Speed: Now you have. *rips off tickets* Have a nice day.

Bob: *frowns, snatches tickets, gets into car*

Speed: Drive safe!

Car zooms away

Katie: *stares at Speed*

Speed: *turns around* Ready to go?

Katie: ...

Speed: *steps over to Hummer, wipes hood with elbow* Fuckin' retards. *gets into Hummer, slams door*

Katie: *scratches head* Alright I'm confused. *walks over to Hummer*

Hummerhome

Jenna: ...What happened?

Ryan: I had to tie her up, she wouldn't stop.

Heather: *mumbling*

Ryan: Yeah! And that's where the duct tape is gonna stay!

Jenna: Did you have to tape her to the wall?

Ryan: I was already taping the wall, it just made more sense this way.

Heather: *muffled screams*

Ryan: *smiles* That's right, enjoy the stay, you're going to be here a while.

Jenna: Why didn't you just kick her out?

Ryan: I tried. She just went limp. *looks at Heather* You're so immature.

Heather: *kicking wildly*

Ryan: HA HA! I'm too far away! Na na na na BOOGERS! *sticks tongue out*

Heather: *kicks wall*

Sheets of ceiling tiles fall

Ryan: OW! *holds head*

Heather: *muffled cackles*

Ryan: You're such a b....

Jenna: *places hands on hips*

Heather: *frowning*

Ryan: -oob.

Jenna: She's a boob?

Ryan: Yeah. That's right. You're a giant boob, you hear that? BOOBIES!

Jenna: Maybe we should duct tape you to the wall too.

Ryan: I've been hanging around Heather too much as it is, don't make me literally hang around her.

Heather: *muffled obscenities*

Ryan: Wha? What was that? I can't HEAR YOU!

Jenna: *rolls eyes*

TBC........................

 

LMFAO Ryan and Heather are soooooo hilarious together <3 :lol:

I love the cute scene between Anni and Speed <3

Great update!

 

:lol: You guys crack me up.

Thanks so much for the reviews!

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West Grove, 8pm

Lori: *places gun behind back, covers it with jacket*

Man: *glances over*

Lori: *shuts truck door, walks up to house*

Man: *lights cigarette* They'll find it right away, Lori.

Lori: *stops, looks over* And who the hell are you?

Man: Tom. Who was that man you were with yesterday?

Lori: What are you, the neighborhood watch guy? I hate to say it but you'll find people around here a hell of a lot more suspicious than me.

Tom: It's not you I'm concerned about.

Lori: Well if you know who I am, you'd know about the man I was with yesterday too.

Tom: *flicks cigarette*

Lori: *looks around* Are you this place's security guard or something?

Tom: *moves jacket back, reaches into pocket*

Lori: *lowers eyes*

Tom: *pulls out lighter*

Lori: My mistake. You're not a security guard, you're a cop. Explains why you know who I am.

Tom: Don't flatter yourself. *lights cigarette*

Lori: You know, if the sticks don't kill you, the drug dealers will. You shouldn't be wearin' your badge all exposed like that.

Tom: Thanks for the advice. *blows smoke*

Lori: So you're supposed to be this big mysterious undercover cop in a shady part of town, right?

Tom: I'm not undercover, my shift just ended.

Lori: And naturally you're hanging out here where all the cool cops are.

Tom: Why are you here?

Lori: I came to speak with a friend. The last time I checked, that's still legal.

Tom: You always talk with your gun?

Lori: Precautionary tactic. It's like taking a man along but it doesn't talk or spit.

Tom: *smirks, looks down at ground*

Guy: *walks over, nods*

Tom: *pulls jacket open, reaches into side pocket*

Guy: *opens bag*

Tom: *lifts out cash*

Guy: *hands over syringes*

Tom: *throws cash onto ground*

Guy: *picks up cash, walks away*

Lori: Most cops go in and raid the houses directly.

Tom: *puts syringes into side pocket* Personal use.

Lori: *tilts head* You're using?

Tom: You seem surprised.

Lori: ...I...I guess I am. Why-why would you do that?

Tom: Why did you?

Lori: I don't have to take random drug tests. You do.

Tom: Those are easy to get around. Stop talking to me like I'm a cop or you'll get us both killed.

Lori: Wow, I get clean and it turns out everyone else is using. So what's your story? You get bored? Looking for a little fun and took it too far?

Tom: *grabs Lori by the neck, shoves her against side of the house*

Lori: Ugh.

Tom: My business is my business. *leans closer*

Lori: *winces*

Tom: I don't answer to you. Unlike your sidekick man.

Lori: *staring at Tom*

Tom: *smirks* Mm I've seen that look before.

Lori: *frowns* Don't flatter yourself. I could take you down before you even knew what was happening. *lifts arm*

Tom: *grabs Lori's arm, twists it, presses her against house*

Lori: *squints* AGH.

Tom: Is that so.

Lori: Get...your hands off of me.

Tom: *lets go, steps back*

Lori: *reaches behind back* ...

Tom: *lifts gun* Looking for this?

Lori: I'm goin' to kick your ass so be prepared to make your peace with God.

Tom: *presses gun*

Magazine falls to ground

Tom: *drops gun*

Lori: *walks over, swings fist*

Tom: *ducks sideways*

Lori: *turns around, glares*

Tom: I'm extremely underwhelmed. I heard you were very skilled at hand-to-hand combat. Perhaps you're tired or...distracted. It happens.

Lori: I am not distracted by you. I'm pissed off. *picks up gun and magazine, slams magazine into gun*

Tom: *crosses arms*

Lori: *lifts gun* You probably heard I'm also very good with guns.

Tom: If your gun skills are anything like your combat skills, maybe you should just call it a night and spare yourself further embarrassment.

Lori: *pushes gun against Tom's head*

Tom: *staring at Lori* One. You won't impress anyone by knocking off an unmoving target 2 millimeters from the barrel. Two. Using that thing out in the open around lots of witnesses might give you more trouble than it's worth. Unless you'd rather do this inside. I happen to know of an empty bedroom at the end of the hall.

Lori: That's a new one.

Tom: *steps back, walks into house*

Lori: *lowers gun, looks around*

Inside shanty house

Lori: *slams door shut*

Tom: *throws jacket on bed*

Lori: You always bring women up here?

Tom: You'd be the first.

Lori: Somehow I don't believe that.

Tom: Believe what you want.

Lori: *walks over to bed, picks up syringes*

Tom: *looks at Lori*

Lori: *steps back, snaps syringes in half* Oops. Looks like you've wasted your money. *drops syringes* You take my gun...I take your high.

Tom: You got your gun back.

Lori: How unfortunate for you then that you don't get your drugs back. Life's a bitch.

Tom: Indeed.

Lori: You don't seem very stressed out about it.

Tom: I already have what I want.

Lori: And what is that?

Tom: *stares at Lori*

Lori: Sorry, I stopped being for sale a long time ago.

Tom: Yet you're still here.

Lori: I came here to speak to Rosa. But I wanted to make sure you didn't...benefit from the poison.

Tom: That sounds like concern.

Lori: Hardly. Just keeping your ass out of trouble.

Tom: I don't need your help.

Lori: You're going to lose your career.

Tom: Maybe. But that's my bet to make, not yours. *walks over, opens door* You may leave now.

Lori: *looks down at floor*

Tom: If I'm not mistaken, that's an engagement ring on your finger.

Lori: *lifts head, looks at Tom*

Tom: *smiles* And hesitation in your eyes.

Lori: I love him.

Tom: Then why are you still here?

Lori: ...

Tom: *leans closer*

Lori: *turns head away*

Tom: *touches Lori's face, kisses her*

Lori: *grabs Tom, shuts door*

TBC................