"Wow, Betty...you're so damn hot! I want to tear your clothes off and take you right here, right now! Sorry, Mom, but...how about I take you to the police station in about..an hour? Better make that two!"

Daniel rushed to Betty, who jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. "You're so sexy, Daniel! I want to jump you! You're like a huge purple, sexy tree with blue eyes!"

Claire laughed, raising her eyebrows at their odd behavior, "Well, you might want to take a shower first, Betty. You spilled half the bottle of my perfume on yourself just now when you bumped into me!"

"I know! I'm such a klutz! Sorry, Mrs...Claire!"

Claire looked concerned as she watched her son pulling down the sleeve of Betty's dress in front of her and kissing her shoulders and neck rather intimately, " Daniel Meade! I may be the one who's been drinking but...do you really expect me to wait until you defile this poor girl before we go help your poor father? Oh, who am I kidding? He's never going to stay in jail!"

"How do you know that, Mrs. Meade?"

"Call me Betty, Claire. I mean..call me Claire! I'm Claire." Claire chuckled, finding watching her son and Betty making out in front of her extremely amusing, if not slightly annoying as she patted Daniel's arm, gesturing to her bed as she left, "Have at it, you two! Have your fun. Your father won't get convicted of killing Fey Sommers! I gran agaraanteerrantee, oh hell, I promise it!"

"Why, because we have such good lawyers?" Daniel seemed only mildly interested in talking to Claire, as most of his attention was on kissing Betty and smiling at her cleavage and kissing her bare neck and shoulders which were exposed to him.

"No, because I know for a fact he didn't kill her!"

"Of course not, Claire! He's your hubby and you stand by your man!" Betty began to sing, "Stand by yer man! IF you can! I don't really know this song…."

Daniel laughed, "Aw, you're so cute! I don't know that song either. Yeah, mom, why do you know about Dad for sure? Was he with you that night?"

"No. But he couldn't have possibly killed her. Because I did it!"

Daniel dropped Betty to the floor, "WHAT? You killed Fey? Oops, I'm sorry, sweetie! Here!" He quickly helped Betty back up, and she brushed herself off and turned to join Daniel in questioning the matriarch, "Yeah, what? You can't be serious, Mrs. uh...Claire...you did what? Is this a joke?"

Claire appeared eerily calm as she seemed to suddenly remember, "NO! I can remember now; I killed Fey! I followed her car and watched it burn. And I didn't even try to help her. I hated that bitch! She took away my husband, she ruined my life! I wanted her dead!"

Daniel and Betty both stared in shock and disbelief at one another, then at Claire, "MOM! SH! Don't say that out loud, okay? Somebody might hear you!"

"So what? I'm going to the police right now and confess! I can't let your father go to prison for something I did!"

Betty and Daniel both grabbed her, then got distracted, kissing one another heatedly again, "Ooh, baby, you smell like...a kitten and a puppy made love!"

Betty giggled, "That doesn't make any sense! But it sounds cute!"

"Just like you! You're so adorable! I just want to eat you up!"

Betty smiled, then saw Claire and shook herself, "I want you too, you...look so hot! I want to lick you all over! Like an ice cream cone!"

"PLEASE! You two! Focus! Murderess here remembering and regretting her crime. I definitely don't regret that that bitch is dead! But I know I have to face the consequences of my actions. I can't let Bradford rot for something he didn't do! I'm going to call for my car and turn myself in!"

"NO! You can't!" They both steeled themselves away from each other, visibly shaken and having a difficult time resisting their desire.

"Daniel, didn't you say your mom once was in rehab for practically a whole year? You can tell the police that she's so upset from your father's arrest, she hit the bottle again so you sent her off to rehab! It's believable!"

"About as believable as me going to South Dakota for rehab for nine months! That's really what your father told you?" Claire grabbed the half empty bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet and took it out, ready to put it up to her mouth, when Daniel grabbed it from her, "OH, hell, if you can't beat 'em join 'em! Here, Betty, you want some?"

"HEY! She already drank my other glass! Are you really trying to get the poor girl drunk? What is WRONG with you two anyway? You're acting like a couple of teenagers in heat! Betty, dear, really, you MUST shower off that perfume! It's...overwhelming….and Daniel, stop kissing it off of her. You're no doubt poisoning yourself with it….wait, Daniel, go stand in the other room. IF you can stop touching Betty for two seconds! GO!"

"MOM! I want her! I need my Betty! I have to have her...now! She...okay, FINE! I'll go to the guest room. I'm walking away...I...um...sorry, Betty."

The further away from Betty, he was able to finally clear his muddled thoughts a bit. He shook his head, holding his forehead, and moaning, "Oh...man! I...seriously don't know what came over me all of a sudden, I couldn't think straight! I can't believe I was...um groping you like that...in front of my MOTHER! How embarrassing! What the hell is wrong with me? I really must be a sex addict!"

Claire picked up the bottle of her perfume and examined it's contents suspiciously, "I don't know, but...off hand I'd say it has to do with this perfume. Betty, go wash off in my shower, now! Hurry, before my son has a relapse and starts pawing at you again!"

Betty obeyed, sighing, and staring after Daniel longingly as Claire continued to shove her into the bathroom, "But...I really want Daniel! He's so hot and he's wearing that purple shirt I love! It makes my eyes pop! I really want to take all his clothes off and…"

Claire stifled a laugh at the girl talking in that way and shoved Betty into the shower, turning it on, with Betty fully clothed, then closed the door, shaking her head and narrowing her eyes as she pushed her son away, "YOU! Go! You got some of that stuff on you, too! Use the shower in your old room and wash yourself.

Make sure and get rid of your clothes. I think that's why you are both acting like love starved idiots! Maybe this stuff is something your father gave Fey, too, and it has some kind of love potion in it, but it turned to hate when I saw her! All I know for sure is, it's obviously affecting you both!"

"What's Betty going to wear?"

"Don't worry yourself about that. I have something she can put on. You won't be seeing her naked, so get your mind out of the gutter, young man!"

"Okay, I'm going. But I think Betty might have had a good idea about taking you to Rio. No one will expect it because they all think I just came from there."

"NO! I don't want to hide!"

"Mom, I'm not taking no for an answer! I'm not losing my brother AND having both my parents in jail for killing that woman!"

Claire hugged Daniel, "Oh, darling! That's not going to happen, I promise!"

After a few minutes, Betty came out of the bedroom, wearing Claire's white terrycloth robe, her hair wet with a towel twisted in it, "How about if I take your mom with me to Rio?"

"But...I...okay! Fine, but only for the weekend! Till I talk to Dad's lawyer and give him that perfume. I'm not taking any chances that you won't be able to get exonerated, Mom!"

The doorbell rang and they all heard voices downstairs, "Hey, Danny boy! Where the hell are you, man? Oooh, Betty! Nice outfit! You needed a shower? Okay, I get it. No wonder he wanted you all to himself! Oh, sorry, Mrs. M! Good to see you again! How's it going?"

"Hello, Becks, dear. I'm fine, thank you. How is your mother?"

"She's good." Becks hugged Claire then took a deep breath and grabbed Betty, twirling her in the air, "Wow! You smell...intense! Very sexy, VERY sexy! Hey, how about you and me go somewhere...private, and really get to know each other, huh? Betty?" he held onto her and began kissing her, becoming more and more into it.

Daniel watched with growing anger, until he ran towards Becks, as soon as he put Betty down and tackled him to the floor, "HEY! She's MY Girl! Leave her alone, you dufus! What happened to Amanda? You can have her. Betty's Daniel's girl! Got it? I had her first!"

Amanda had followed Becks upstairs and watched with growing shock as Becks had began kissing Betty, then she pulled on his hand, "Excuse me? What the hell was that? You just spent all night, hitting on me and we...you know, tickle each other's gingers and now you show up and grab HER? I knew you were a player, but seriously, HER? Although, you do look good, Betty. What's missing? Oh, right, the braces!"

Betty shook her head, smiling and showing that she still had her braces, "No, my glasses. I'm wearing contacts."

Claire, pulled Betty back towards the bathroom, "And you clearly need to scrub again! You still smell like a perfume factory! Please get that stuff off!"

Amanda nodded, "OH, right! Well, and no clothes helps, I guess. Why are you wearing a robe? You and Daniel had sex...here? With his mom here? Gross! Hello, Mrs. Meade." she handed Claire a package, "Oh, the lady in The Closet at Mode with the weird accent said to give you this.

She said it was really important. I went to stea….um borrow a pair of shoes and belt and she was there, getting ready for the fashion show and said she found some sex room that Fey Sommers and your old ma….um...I mean...Daniel's dad used and she found this." she pulled out a diary from the package.

"She also said she was sorry, but Wilhelmina had her turn some package in to the cops that got him arrested. And there was some tall, blonde chick there. They were both acting really weird!"

"Yeah, since when do you have a sister, dude? She and that Wilhelmina bitch kept calling the blonde Alexis Meade! Let me up, will you?"

Daniel looked puzzled, as he pulled away from Becks, "I DON'T have a sister! AlexIS Meade? What the hell? Becks, you know I had a brother named Alex! You knew him. But he DIED, two years ago! What is going on?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't make sense! Let me see that stuff, please, Amanda." Daniel grabbed the package, first looking at the diary his mother held, looking stunned as she sat down on her bed.

Daniel frowned, "Hey, Betty! We'll be downstairs, sweetie! Hurry up as soon as you get that perfume scrubbed off, okay?"

"Sweetie? Okay...I'm sorry, dude! I really don't know what came over me! I was ready to...I've never wanted a woman like that before! I usually have some kind of...control or filter!"

Amanda smiled, "Not really!"

He grinned, "Well, of course, not with you, darlin! But Betty's my best friend's girl and I just...fought him over her!"

"Yeah, that was low, even for you, Becks!"

"I know! I don't understand it. I don't know what the hell came over me! I'm sorry, man!"

Daniel shook his head, handing Becks his hand to help him up, "It's all good! It's my mom's perfume! Betty spilled a bunch of it on her. And now, it's like...some kind of love potion or something! But hang on, from what I just read in this...this is Fey Sommers' diary! SHE is the one who had a guy in Switzerland make that stuff! And then she talked my old man into getting some for her.

And just like that damn jewelry box, he got one for his mistress and one for his wife! Anyway, she says the chemist who made it altered the formula for my mom. Apparently, Fey was trying to poison my mom by having Dad give her poison perfume! But now, my mother says…" Daniel led Becks and Amanda back downstairs while Claire was helping Betty make sure to get the rest of the perfume off her skin.

He looked around, lowering his voice, "Mom is claiming that she is the one who murdered Fey!"

Amanda was going through the package Christina had gathered from the sex dungeon, and pulled out an old picture of a baby, "Wait, this is...ME! What was Fey doing with my baby picture?" she turned it over, her eyes widening, "OhMYGOD! This says….Daniel, if Claire….did….your mom killed my mom! Fey was my mother!"