-1I was informed that my fic is a little far fetched. Well, I hope that this chapter explains it all. Let me know what you think. Hopefully one of these days, I will continue and finish my other fics.

I own nothing of this show.

Carol was sitting on Monica's bed, Monica came in and shut the door. "So what do you think of him?" Monica asked sitting on the chair by the bed.

"He's nice and very cute." Carol's eyes twinkled. "Even when his hair was dyed."

Monica gasped. "How did you know?"

Carol chuckled, "It was a bad dye job."

"Oh well, a lot of people have their hair dye. I even dye my hair now and then."

"It's not now. Is it?"

"Nope."

"He really loves you. I mean not every man would pretend to be something he wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"He is not Jewish."

"You know! Do you think the others do?"

"With the interrogation that he was given. He is thought of as either he is not or he is reformed."

"But I told mom and dad that he is a conservative Jew."

"My guess is that they know." Carol grinned and then whispered. "So how is he in bed."

Monica stammered. "Uh….."

"Monica you ran off to be independent. So I know you have. So I ask again, how is he?"

"Imagine an orgasm so intense that you can't stand up right for three hours. Now multiply that by ten."

Carol sighed, "I wouldn't know."

"What?"

"I love your brother deeply. But let me just say, while I would not give up anything about my life, there is one thing I would change."

"And that would be."

Carol smiled faintly, "The intimacy."

"My brother loves you."

"Oh, he loves me enough. But there is no passion. Not like you explained."

"Uh Carol, Chandler was my first." Carol sat there with her mouth opened. "Not my first boyfriend. But my first to have sex with."

Carol shook her head. "You were lucky to find a man that could open up all that passion within."

"I know that I never could have done that with the match that my dad and mom made."

"I think that when you ran out a month before you were suppose to marry, that was very smart of you. You wanted more out of life than being married to a widower who happened to have two children older than you."

"I know I disappointed them, but I could not go through with that marriage. I mean we are now back on speaking terms after so long. Thanks for keeping me informed about the family by the way."

"Monica, I do not believe it is right to write off one family member for six years."

"Thank you Carol."

"Hey, we had better get back before Chandler decides to dig his own grave would be better than being here." Both ladies got up and left the room.

They returned to the living room to find Chandler seated on the sofa talking being shown pictures by Nana Geller. Who had just arrived. Monica held back a giggle when Chandler gulped at something she said.

Nana just noticed Monica and Carol. She got up and hugged Monica. "Monica this boyfriend of yours is one that I approve of."

"Really?" Monica looked down at Chandler who smiled back. "I thought that he would scare you off with his jokes alone."

"Dear, I like a sense of humor. Does the relationship good. Besides he is attentive and willing to indulge an old bat like me."

"Nana, you are not an old bat."

Nana patted Monica's cheeks. "Always protective of me. Never about 'me, me, me'. You were always thinking of the other person." Judy shifted in her chair not liking the innuendo behind that statement.

The rest of the visit went well that night.

Later on, about 2 am. Chandler walked into the kitchen to get some milk because hew shaving a hard time falling to sleep. One and foremost, Monica was not next to him. And two, the sofa he was on was not comfortable.

Once he arrived, he saw Monica up already had some milk. "Great minds think alike."

"Apparently." Monica rinsed out her glass and put it in the dishwasher. She then took him by the hand. "Follow me." And led him into the laundry room, where they made out.

Thirty minutes later, Monica emerged with Chandler. She then started to the stairs. Chandler then pushed her to the refrigerator and started to kiss her deeply.

Monica allowed the kiss to continue, then after ten minutes, she pulled away from him. "As much as I want this to continue…"

"You were the one who started it."

"I know."

Before they could say anything else. "Uh, you both better get to bed. The reason that I am down here and not Ross is that I insisted that I get his water."

"Thanks Carol. We tried to be quiet."

"Not quiet enough." Ross stood there with his arms crossed. "What? My bedroom is just over the laundry room. Remember little sister."

"And I can hear ALL of you right now!" Jack stood there shaking his head. "Now what are you all doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep so I didn't think you would mind if I came up for some milk." Chandler replied.

"Same here." Monica replied.

"I couldn't sleep from hearing WHAT you both were doing in the laundry room." Ross stated. "Carol tried to say it was just mice. And that she would get me some water as well as find out the meaning of the noise."

Jack sighed. "Fine NEW sleeping arrangement. We can make the sofa bed out in the living room, and Chandler and I both will sleep there. That ought to keep all of the overnight meetings to a standstill."

Chandler's face paled considerably, "Huh?"

"Now everyone to bed." Jack then pointed at Chandler, "You come with me."

"But, I toss and turn like crazy."

"So? I snore."

"You snore?"

"Yes I do and I have snored loud enough to wake myself at times." Chandler made a whimper sound. "Well, you did this to yourself."

Everyone went off to bed.

The next morning, about six am. Chandler was in the kitchen making breakfast. Monica entered.

"Hey, you're up early."

"I hope everyone does not mind me making breakfast.' Chandler then took out another waffle out of the iron. And poured some more batter to start another.

"Was it really that bad?"

"Monica, your dad has a VERY bad cold."

Monica replied with a weak, "sorry".

Before they could continue their talk, Jack walked in and rubbed his hands together.. "Oh, breakfast. And what are we having?"

"Waffles." Monica replied with a smile as she drank some coffee.

"Great, I am starving. I had one of the best night's sleeps that I have had years." He then took five waffles. Sat down and started in on them.

"Jack! What are you doing eating waffles with all of the cholesterol causing substances on top? You know what the doctor said."

While giving Jack a lecture, Judy picked up and dumped them into the garbage disposal. She then took down the bran cereal, Got a bowl, spoon and milk out set them all in front of a dejected looking man and procured her own waffles.

While that was all going on, Chandler was grinning with his back turned while at the stove. Served him right for what he went through this morning.

Judy then looked up. "Oh, Jack I hope that you don't mind, but I invited Richard Burke for dinner tonight." Monica swallowed her coffee wrong and started coughing.

"Monica, are you ok?" Chandler asked concerned.

"Uh, yeah."

"Well?"

"I don't know Judy." His eyes indicated Monica and Chandler.

"I am sure that it is ok with them, right kids."

Chandler shrugged. "No problem here."

"Uh, yeah. No problem." Monica said weakly.

Around ten ….

"Uh, Chandler. I REALLY need to talk to you."

"Sure, what is it?"

She then pushed him into the dining room. And indicated for him to sit. And then sat down.

"Remember when I told you my parents had arranged for a marriage for me?"

"Yes and how you left month before you got married."

"I never told you his name and why they arranged the marriage."

"No." Chandler narrowed his eyes. He had a bad feeling about this.

Monica took a deep breath. "I was to marry Richard Burke."

OK, so everybody. Please review. And hopefully I will get this fic done by this weekend. But I need feedback. And thanks to those that have reviewed.