I am SO sorry. You don't even know how sorry I am. I don't know how long it's been since I updated but, I am now, so, don't kill me? But, I am announcing that I will be setting guidelines as for when you guys get a new chapter. I will decide how many reviews I want before the next chapter. It's just that a lot of people have been reading this story, and only a couple of reviews. The last chapter that I posted I had over two hundred views, and only one, I repeat ONE review. Are you serious?

So, enough with my rant. You will never believe what I did last month. Not only did I go Reserve Best In Show with my Australian Shepherd, Tyson, but I bought a house. It has six bedrooms with a bathroom coming off each one.

Anyway, an update on my sister, she was released from Stanford, and is now living with me and the rest of my band (my nephews). She is doing really good, and I am currently training her to be my co-lead singer, as my best friend left a few months ago. She really likes singing, and the doctors say that doing things that stimulate her brain are really good for her. But enough about me, on with the story.

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Kate, Lanie, and Alexis found avocados, roasted chicken, lettuce, Sourdough bread, and mayonnaise. Using teamwork and the multitasking instinct that most women have, they concocted a roasted chicken sandwich on Sourdough, with avocado, lettuce, and mayo. They made four sandwiches, one for each of them, and one for Rick. The three of them carried the sandwiches into the living room and sat down. The women screamed for Rick to come here, and not wanting to piss them off royally, he obediently came.

Lanie turned her head to look at Kate and Alexis and said, "Wow. You guys have him so well trained." Rick looked at Lanie, but she raised her eyebrow, daring him to make one smart-ass comment. He decided that it would be best if he stayed quiet, so he instead looked to Kate, "You rang?" Kate gestured to the sandwiches on the coffee table, and Rick's face lit up. He started to pick up the whole plate, but Kate, Lanie, and Alexis all made a correctional sound at him, and he immediately set the plate back down and held up his hands. Alexis held up her index finger, "One," she said slowly and clearly, making sure that he heard her correctly.

He picked one up, and started to turn around when Kate interrupted and said, "Wash your hands first." noticing how dirty his fingers were. She didn't want to know what he was doing that got his hands so dirty, but he set his sandwich back down and went to the bathroom. He turned on the water and proceeded to thoroughly wash his hands, removing as much dirt as possible. Once he was finished, he walked back out to the girls, and picked up his sandwich again. This time to be corrected by Lanie. "Napkin," she said, holding out a neatly folded fabric cloth. He took the fabric and turned around, flashing a smile at his fiance, his daughter, and his soon-to-be unofficial sister-in-law.

He retreated back to his office, thinking as he sat down, about the three women currently occupying the couch in front of his flat screen television. He thought about the impacts the three women out there watching Cake Boss, have had on his life. Alexis kept him grounded, and made him develop a little bit of a sense of responsibility and maturity. Kate made him get his head out of the clouds and get his act together, she also made him want to be a better man. And Lanie put the fear of god into him when she chewed him up one side and down the other when he screwed Kate over, which in turn made him realize exactly what he wanted.

He had a lot to thank those women for, and he planned on doing that in a special way, something that could involve all of them, including his mother. Right then he heard the door close and the voice that he would always recognize say, "Good afternoon ladies." He heard Alexis get up and hug Martha, he heard Lanie tell her how good she looked, and Kate invited her to come watch Cake Boss with them. Martha accepted, and started talking.

Kate asked her why she was out of the hospital so soon. Martha replied with, "Well, apparently I heal fast. So, here I am." The four women laughed, and settled down, occasionally voicing their opinion, but mostly staying silent.

It was then that it hit him. All four of the special women in his life loved this show called Cake Boss. It was a reality show based on a guy called Buddy and his team, who work at a bakery called Carlo's in Hoboken, New Jersey. He decided to look up the bakery and schedule a consultation with Buddy. The lady asked him if he could make it tomorrow, and Rick jumped at the opportunity.

The next day, Rick got himself ready for his meeting with Buddy.

He walked into the bakery, and waited at the little table the lady directed him to. He had been sitting there for just a few minutes when Buddy came around the corner. Rick stood, shook hands and introduced himself. Buddy asked what he was getting the cake for, and Rick replied with, "The four most important women in my life. My mother, my daughter, my fiance, and my fiance's best friend."

Buddy asked what they were into. Rick told him, "Well my mother is a broadway actress, my daughter studies pre-law at Columbia, my fiance is a homicide detective, and my fiance's best friend is a Medical Examiner."

Buddy looked stunned at the information Rick just threw at him. "Okay so I'm thinkin' we can do four tiers, one for each lady. We can do the bottom tier for your mother. We can do the next one for your daughter, the next for your fiance, and the next for your fiance's friend. So for your mother's tier we'll do theater things, red and gold, popcorn, those weird happy, sad masks, things like that." Rick nodded, "For your daughter, we can do textbooks, pencils, paper, rulers, calculators, you know, school stuff. For your fiance, if you can send us a picture of her badge, we can recreate that onto the cake, we can also put maybe a mini murder board, some manilla file folders." Rick interrupted, "Kate, my fiance loves coffee, so if you can find a way to incorporate that, that would be great." Buddy nodded, "And finally, for your fiance's friend, we can put body bags, gloves, some surgical tools. What do you think?"

"I love it, it sounds great. The four of them absolutely love your show, and I've been wanting to get them something special, and I thought that a cake from Carlo's Bakery would be the icing on the cake. Pun intended." Buddy and Rick laughed for a moment, "Yeah, man, I would love to. And I will do my absolute best for you and your girls."

"Thanks man, I appreciate it." Rick said. They both stood up, shook hands again, and parted ways.

On the drive back to New York, Rick thought about how surprised the girls would be. He smiled as he turned the last corner to get to his building. He saw the truck heading his way, but he couldn't react fast enough, and all he heard was the deafening sound of breaking glass and crunching metal.

Now, maybe that will get you guys reviewing. I refuse to update ANYTHING until I get 10 reviews. That will get the number of reviews up to 66. Remember, no updates unless the number of reviews gets up to 66. I'm being this way because I don't know if all the people that are reading hate it, if they love it...I'm psychic guys, I don't know what you want from this story if you don't tell me. I will say it one more time, no updates until the I get 10 reviews, I repeat TEN REVIEWS!

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