Another update, sorry it's been a while. Been really busy...

Alexis woke up sprawled across what felt like…oh my god…was it, no it couldn't be…it was the pool table at Coleman's night club. Oh no…she hopped off the table as quickly as she could because after all you never could tell where it had been or more accurately who had lain on top of it doing unspeakable things to someone else.

Now Alexis had her torrid interludes with PC men about every decade or so with a long spell of arid dryness in between but she had a staunch set of morals, dos and don'ts of what she would and would not engage in with whatever bad guy she had hooked up with.

And no, fornicating on a pool table in a tawdry club wasn't on the list of things to do with well let's see, Sonny, Ned, Jax, Ric or even Jerry… wait a minute, there was a man on that list she hadn't had sex with wasn't there? In Alexis' world, there were two kind of men that existed which were worth noticing. The group she had sex with but didn't marry and the ones she married but wore the old chastity belt.

Oh wait, then there was Ric…but given that he had made it a point to screw around on her where she couldn't avoid noticing the writhing lumps in her bed or on her living room rug, he had become an unmentionable.

Even before he had conveniently vanished…which she knew absolutely nothing about of course…so people should stop looking at her like that whenever his name came up in conversation when someone, say Lulu, stepped out of their lives for a couple of seconds to say, "Hey, when was the last time anyone saw Ric?"

Sometimes, god help her, she wanted to put her hands around that Spencer harlot's throat and squeeze it. It would totally be Luke's fault because after all, by refusing to call her Alexis and by referring to her as that other name, he had conjured out that really unpleasant alter of hers that she had kept stashed away inside her crowded brain. She would look up that shrink who had helped her out once when she had faked a split personality to avoid a murder rap…but oh wait, he had died at some point.

Then there was Mac, the image of who appeared in front of her even as she tried to will it away. Okay, maybe she really lusted over his older brother, the dashing WSB agent, Scorpio but since she couldn't have him, his younger brother would do in a pinch.

She wasn't sure what category her flirtation with Mac would fit in to…whether she'd marry him and keep her hands off or they'd never reach the altar but would engage in memorable and very witty flirtation until the embers of lust combusted between them. But she really wanted to find out…she just wished this pesky murder trial hadn't gotten in the way. Because Mac had told her sometime during the party that they could no longer be seen together at public gatherings. He sighed and just told her that it might appear unseemly for a police commissioner who upheld the law to be seen with a woman who broke it.

Okay, technically Alexis might be innocent until proven guilty of this latest murder but that might not matter…it was just too risky for his political career. Alexis had nodded gamely and their fingers had touched one last time as they moved apart. And then once he was gone, she had just closed her eyes and thought, my path to the light of goodness and purity has been forever vanquished by a man's goodbye. So that left Alexis free to embrace her dark side.

Her penchant for bad boys would now take free rein once again. Blonde, brunette, with bodies that were hardened by lots of exercise, not softened by age or weakness, yes that would work. The more psychopathic the better and if a dash of psychosis was thrown in the mix, intertwined with narcissism, all the better…oh her insides started to heat up just at the thought of hooking up with a guy who'd burn her heart with his eyes and her soul with his touch. If he shared her penchant for sharp objects, so much the better…and maybe this time, just maybe he'd keep his hands off of her tramp of a daughter, Sam.

Alex sighed because even though she had hit the booze hard after Mac's rejection, she had passed out on the table before she could do any more damage to her reputation as an upstanding citizen of the highest moral character in PC. And the hangover hadn't been that bad as she stood trying to get her bearings noticing the bodies sprawled on the floor of the club after the Nurse's Ball, passed out.

But she couldn't dwell on that, it was morning again and she had plenty of things to do…like maybe figure out where she had left her daughters.

Sam looked at Jason, as their bodies remained intertwined. She had this smoldering look on her face because the guy was seriously hot and she had been watching him sleeping, wrapped up in the bed sheet.

Then his eyes had popped open and he looked at her blankly, and before he could even say anything, her lips swooped down on his and they had seriously locked mouths while she rolled on top of him hoping for some early morning action before one of them had to go find a job.

They finally broke from their kiss because they had to breathe and then his eye lids fluttered.

"Brenda...is that you?"

The temperature quickly grew cold in that bed as Sam's lip began to quiver and she hitched up her sheet around her waist.

"Oh Jas…how could you? I gave you everything…and you were thinking of her the whole time you were doing me weren't you?"

Jason just stared at her.

"Sam…look it's nothing personal…but Brenda and I were dancing under the glittering ball hanging overhead and I thought we'd left together."

Sam rolled her eyes at him, her mouth firmly in a pout.

"She shacked up with Coleman last night…wearing Sonny's rock on her finger and the guy isn't cheap."

Jason blinked his eyes again because something didn't make sense here.

"But…"

She just got out of that bed, reaching for her robe…and snatched some plastic off the bed stand that she'd need when she was out shopping later.

"Isn't your mom's trial today?"

Sam sighed, way for Jas to change the subject on her in the midst of this massive betrayal. She didn't really believe he'd ever marry her not while still pining for Lollypop Liz but she thought she'd at least furnish her love nest with some really cool stuff before he moved on.

"No…she's got one of those…what do you call them…recesses? Do you want to go with me while I shop?"

Jason sighed.

"I've got to go meet Sonny."

Sam's mouth opened and she casually flipped a lock of hair back.

"I thought it was so over between the two of you."

Jason shook his head and went to the closet where he stashed his guns. He grabbed his two favorite pistols and then started to walk out of the apartment.

"Um Jas…"

He turned to look at Sam who had this odd expression on her face.

"What's wrong?"

"You might want to put on some clothes before you go outside."

Jason looked down and noticed he didn't have a stitch of clothing on him so he sighed and went to go find something to wear.

Kristina put on her iPod after leaving her empty house. She had no idea where Alexis had gone nor did she care. She walked by Molly's closed door and heard her singing to herself again…some strange song like it was from the last century.

After leaving her house to go meet Faith who was going to take her shopping for the prom, she headed down past the water front. Totally not her favorite place to be given its scummy condition but it was the shortest path to the shopping district.

She walked as the wisps of fog began to blow around her from the harbor and she heard the requisite fog horn and the ricochet of automatic gunfire from somewhere in the distance. She sped up the tempo of her walking and turned down the short stretch of alley she had to navigate to get where she was going.

Then she noticed some resistance below where she had stepped and as he looked down, she put her hand over her mouth and stifled a scream.

There lay Muffy her high school friend and former varsity cheerleader dead with her eyeless sockets aimed up at the sky.