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Chapter 6 - Cheat, Love and Something Better

Seth smiled as he turned onto Main Street. The street was perfect, on one side there where restaurants and on the other, shops, everything you needed to survive. The street was full of color and Seth's stomach jumped with excitement. He loved Main Street! He had never gone out alone. He was independent, his own man, yes a man, he thought to himself and smiled. The sun was so bright and it was hard not to let all your worries fly away with the warm breeze, but there was one worry he didn't want to let fly away.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Seth said in surprise as he walked smack into a warm body.

"Its okay," the bright beautiful blond sighed. "These things always happen to me."

"I'm really sorry," Seth repeated as he reached out a hand to help the girl up. She smiled and took Seth's hand.

"Thank you," she said with a love-struck grin on her face.

"Uh, no problem," Seth said, pulling her to her feet. She swung up off the ground and into Seth's arms.

"Oh," Seth winced, as her arms slipped around his slim waist.

"Sarah," she whispered into Seth's ear.

"What?"

"My name's Sarah."

"Oh yeah I'm…" Seth said, stunned to find that he had forgotten his own name.

"You're who?" Sarah smiled.

"Seth," he blurted out, more loudly than he meant to.

"Well now that the whole neighborhood knows," she laughed. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, a little." Which was a huge understatement; he hadn't eaten since his last energy bar at 5:30 this morning.

"Good," she smiled brightly. "Then you can buy me lunch to make up for running me over."

"That's fair," Seth said, staring at Sarah. She was breathtaking, to say the least. Perfect in every way.

"Well are you just going to stare or take my hand and go to lunch?"

Seth took her hand and they walked into a small but busy restaurant and sat down, the hubbub of the restaurant buzzing around them.

"So, are you single, Seth?" Sarah asked with a halfhearted smile.

Seth looked at her and spoke, "Umm."

"Can I take your order sir?" the waiter called, preparing to take their orders.

"I don't know yet," Seth answered.

"I know what he wants," Sarah spoke, "He wants me to order for him. We'll have two house specials and a milkshake, two straws. The waiter eyed them both, then nodded and left.

"You're not a hooker, are you?" Seth blurted out, not thinking about the words he had just said. Damn, he thought to himself, you just wrecked this whole thing.

At first she appeared shocked, then laughed. "Bad experience, Seth?"

Seth remembered Vegas all too well. "It's not what you're thinking, but yeah, bad experience."

"Well what am I thinking?" she said flirtingly.

Seth, unable to catch on, said, "I don't know…that I'm some loser who bumped into you on the street."

"Way off," she laughed.

Jimmy awoke in his queen-sized bed and reached over to find no one there. He slowly opened his eyes to find himself alone in his room. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the hallway. As he reached the bathroom he heard the sound of water running. He reached for the door handle and slowly opened the door. Walking in he smiled, seeing who was under the slow falling water.

"Hi Jimmy," she said as a smile grew wide on her face.

"Morning, Hailey," Jimmy said.

"Are you going to join me?" Hailey spoke softly.

Jimmy nodded and opened the glass shower door.

A pot began to boil and continued to simmer unattended. The Cohen kitchen lay a mess. The garbage was full with good takeout food, the counters were littered with carrot peels and potato skins. The pot's lid began to shake as the pressure inside began to build, no one in sight.

"So I got you a job interview at the restaurant I work at, if you're interested." Theresa's mother said, smiling at Ryan.

"Yes, I would love to work at the restaurant," Ryan said as Theresa's mom laid a meatloaf in the center of the table. Theresa walked in and sat on another chair. Then Theresa's mother sat down.

"Ryan would you like to say grace?" Theresa's mom said, looking at Ryan.

Ryan appeared shocked and had obviously shown it because Theresa quickly offered to do so.

"Dear Lord, please bless this foo..." The words trailed off as Ryan's mind began to drift back to the Cohen's dining room. He could see their smiling faces as they talked and ate. Takeout on the table, and interesting conversation spewing from Seth's mouth, everyone happy.

"Amen."

Theresa and her mother began to dish out the food and in his head Ryan prayed that somehow he could be back there, back with his family, but it couldn't happen. There was no way out.

After they were done eating Ryan stood up and cleared the table. Running the warm dishwater, he added soap and washed the dishes as Theresa dried.

"You okay?" Theresa asked softly, putting the last plate into the cupboard.

Ryan gave a faint smile to try to reassure her. It didn't work.

"Is it Seth?"

"I don't know, Theresa."

"Maybe you should give him a call, talk things out."

Ryan unplugged the drain, letting the dirty water slip away.

"I think I will," Ryan spoke.

Ryan walked over to the phone and dialed the Cohen's number.

The pot's lid shock rapidly trying to release the steam inside, then finally the bubbles grew within the pot and rose up along its edges, and the liquid within spilled over onto the oven.

"So this is her," Sarah said. Staring at Seth's…boat.

"This is her alright," Seth whispered, standing very close behind Sarah.

"The Summer Breeze… why that name?" she asked, seemingly interested.

Seth whimpered, "It's the name of my girlfriend." Seth moved back a few steps, so he wasn't pressing against Sarah. As he did this she turned around and looked at Seth.

"I like your boat, it's bigger then my boyfriend's." She moved closer to Seth.

"It is?" Seth's words mumbled because Sarah had moved her lips to his. Seth stood frozen for a moment. Was this right?

"Well are you going to kiss back?" Sarah asked politely.

Summer could never find out. Seth took her in his arms and their lips met for a second time.

"And you thought I was a hooker," Sarah said jokingly, pulling away from Seth and walking to the end of the dock.

Sandy stood up from his takeout food and walked over to his gorgeous wife. He smiled and offered a hand to help her up.

"I'm sick of takeout, let's use all these expensive kitchen appliances we had to have and make ourselves a real homemade meal."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Kirsten asked as she grabbed Sandy's hand.

Sandy pulled her up and they both walked over to the counter.

"I'll peel the carrots and you do the potatoes," Sandy whispered into his glowing wife's ear.

Kirsten walked over to a drawer and slid it open.

"I like carrots better," Kirsten said and took out the carrot peeler. Sandy sighed, knowing he was on potato duty.

After the carrots and potatoes were ready Sandy pulled out some pasta. He emptied into a pot, added water and set it on the oven on low heat. Kirsten walked over and Sandy did the patented yawn move.

"I've still got it," Sandy said as he put his arm around her.

"You sure do." Kirsten turned and slowly kissed Sandy.

They fumbled around the kitchen, knocking carrot and potato peels everywhere. The two moved, lips attached, into the living room, falling on the couch in a deep embraced. They started making out, then Kirsten pulled away.

"I'm going upstairs and after you turn the stove off, you better be there too," Kirsten pleaded as she kissed Sandy one last time and in a slow sexy walk exited the room.

Sandy sat there for minute, giving Kirsten time to get ready. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. There was something I was supposed to do in here, Sandy thought to himself. Oh well, it would have to wait. Sandy looked out over his backyard and saw the empty pool house. Then shaking himself out of the moment walked up the stairs past Seth's room and almost had another one. He took deep breath, shook his head, and opened his bedroom door.

The pot's lid shook rapidly trying to release the steam inside. Then finally the bubbles grew within the pot and rose up along its edges and the liquid within spilled over onto the oven.

"The phone's ringing," Kirsten said to Sandy.

"Just ignore it," he said, lightly tapping kisses along Kirsten's neck.

"What if it's Seth?"

"All right."

Sandy rolled over to the other side of the bed as Kirsten picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Kirsten spoke.

"Hey." A voice spoke back.

Just then Sandy froze, the pot! Sandy stood up and ran down the stairs to the oven to see the pot's content spewing over the stove. Suddenly I'm starting to like takeout food, he thought to himself as he saw Kirsten walking down the stairs, cordless phone in hand.

"One second," she said into the phone, and covered the mouthpiece with her hand.

"Who is it?" Sandy asked.

"It's Ryan," she answered, an extremely worried look on her face.

"Is everything alright?" Sandy said, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Ryan wants to talk to…Seth."

Caleb slid his key into the lock of the front door of his house. The door opened smoothly and he walked in to see the large grandfather clock. He was just in time, Peter or his client as he had told Julie, was due to arrive anytime now. Caleb took a few steps forward and took off his coat, hanging it in a walk-in closet.

"Anyone home?" Caleb yelled, the sound of his voice unable to penetrate the room where Marissa stood looking for her lost item.

Just then the doorbell rang and Caleb opened the door.

"Peter, good to see you."

"Well it might not be as nice to see me after I tell you the news," Peter exclaimed.

Caleb hung up Peter's coat and then gestured him to follow up the stairs.

"Let's go in my office and we can talk," Caleb said as he came to his office door.

Caleb paused only for a second, thinking he heard a door slam, then opened the office door.

"Are you sure its okay to talk here, what if your wife or her daughters overhear?" Peter said nervously.

"They've gone out shopping for the day," Caleb said, reassuring the client. "So what's the scoop on my business?"

"Well," the man's face showed no expression, "Basically soon we will be bankrupt and will both be poor and in jail."

Caleb froze, hearing a slight gasping sound.

"What was that?" Caleb grunted, standing up from his chair.

"I don't know, I think it came from the closet," the man whispered.

Caleb stood and headed towards the small closet. Caleb reached down for the handle. He turned and opened the door when suddenly Julie swung the office door open yelling.

"The credit card you gave me isn't working Caleb!"

Caleb closed the closet door and walked over to his desk.

"Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to go to the mall and try to buy a cheap seven hundred dollar necklace and not have my credit card work? It was like reliving the whole bad dream I had with Jimmy and you know how I don't like to be reminded of that!"

"Julie, I have a client in here right now," Caleb muttered under his breath. "I must have forgotten to activate it or something, take my wallet and use cash."

Julie froze for a second trying to remember when someone had used that line before. Then, realizing she was staring, Julie took the wallet and stalked out of the room.

Caleb sat back down. "Please continue Peter."

"Well financial reports are indicating that productivity is down…"

Marissa lay in that closet for over two hours absorbing every detail. Listening intently until Peter finally got up and left, Caleb finally opened his desk drawer and pulled out some stashed liquor. Pouring a glass, he drank and took a long, deep, calming breath, stood up, and walked out of his office.

Marissa slowly opened the closet door. She walked over to the entrance of Caleb's office and slid out. Walking only a few steps Caleb turned the corner down the hallway. Seeing him she turned quickly and began to walk the other way.

"Marissa!" Caleb yelled loudly, his words echoing down the hall.

Marissa stopped and turned to find Caleb right behind her.

"I thought you were going shopping with your mother?" Caleb queried.

"Well umm..." Marissa mumbled looking for a lie to cover up where she had actually been, then remembering the credit card thing that save her last time.

"Well the credit card didn't work so I just wanted to come home."

"Yes well I must have forgotten to…"

"Activate it," Marissa said, finishing Caleb's sentence. "Don't worry about it, it happened to my dad once."

Marissa walked past Caleb towards her room.

"One last thing Marissa."

Marissa's mind started racing, he had caught her in a lie…

"I found this in my office." Caleb handed Marissa her cell phone.

"Thanks, I was looking for it," Marissa said, taking the cell phone. She continued walking into her room and closed the door behind her. "But I found something better!"

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