NOTE: Chapter 17 is RATED ADULT for sexual content.

(See first part for disclaimer, notes, spoilers, etc.)

Chapter 16
Del and Olivia are settling into the private plane that Del hired to fly them to the Dominican Republic. Del ceremoniously uncorks a bottle of Don Perignon and hands Olivia a glass full of the sweet bubbly.

"What shall we drink to?" Olivia wonders aloud as she stares at the alcohol that was her crux during her marriage to Gregory.

Del scoots closer to Olivia and says, "To us…and the dawn of a new sunrise. Goodbye Sunset Beach." He tilts his champagne flute into Olivia's so they clink.

Olivia swallows the champagne in one gulp and reaches for the bottle to pour herself some more. "When are we taking off?" she asks.

Del downs his glass of champagne and rises out of the armchair. "Right now."

Chapter 17
Gregory is sitting in his BMW reading the files he recovered from Del's hotel room while waiting to hear from his contact, a former detective with the S.B.P.D. He is disappointed to discover that the files were just old contracts from Liberty. He tosses them aside and taps his fingers on the steering wheel.

…tap…tap…tap…

He picks up his phone again. Instead of dialing his contact, he calls Caitlin.

"Sweetheart? How are you?…I'm fine, fine…Sweetheart I want you to do me a favor; meet me at the house. There is something we need to discuss… Just be at the house as soon as possible…Thank you sweetheart. I love you too…Bye."

Gregory tosses the phone onto the passenger seat. The passenger seat where she used to sit. He throws the car into drive and speeds out of the Resort's parking area. As he drives down Beach Boulevard toward Ocean Avenue, he thinks back to the last time they were in the car together….

"I don't care what it takes Olivia. No alcohol tonight. This is an important dinner for me and I don't need you embarrassing me."

"Yes master," Olivia sullenly replies.

"Damnit Olivia! I'm serious….NO ALCOHOL! Not even a champagne cocktail," Gregory booms

"What do I get in return Gregory? Huh," Olivia questions. If Gregory didn't know better, he would think that there was a tint of seduction in her voice. She continues, "What do I get if I promise to be a good girl? You're undying love and affection?"

"Olivia…," he warns.

"That's what you'd like isn't it darling? For me to be a good girl and stay out of your way? Isn't it? That way, you'd be free to screw every young secretary that walked into your office…," Gregory cuts off Olivia by abruptly pulling the car off to the side of the road.

He turns to face her and says venomously, "No love. I much prefer you the way you are: a pathetic drunk. Getting so bombed every night that it's a different man you come home smelling like in the morning. It's a miracle that you haven't wound up dead in a gutter somewhere outside of those sleazy bars you frequent."

"Oh you'd love it if I was dead. That way you could move the tramp of the week into my house and poison the memories the children had of me," Olivia shrieks hysterically. She starts yanking on the seatbelt, trying to free herself from its viselike grip.

"You are the one that poisoned the children's memories. Not me."

"Bastard," Olivia screams as she throws the car door open and takes off down the dune to the beach.

"Olivia! Get back here," Gregory bellows.

He darts after her and catches up to her easily. He grabs her shoulders and yanks her around to face him. Her hair, that was perfectly coiffed a minute ago, is falling haphazardly around her face. Olivia is breathing heavily and her face is flushed. Gregory pulls Olivia to him and presses his lips firmly against hers. She pulls away and smacks the side of his face with all her strength. She then grabs his face and pulls him toward her, locking their lips in a kiss of raw passion. Olivia forces Gregory's jacket and bowtie off, his shirt hangs open. He advances on her, allowing his hands to roam all over her body and roughly kissing the lips that are already swollen.

Olivia falls back into the dune with Gregory landing on top. He bunches up the long train of her gown as she unzips his pants. He pushes in hard and feels her legs wrap around his waist. Olivia cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Their old rhythm is quickly rediscovered…Gregory looks down at Olivia and pushes harder and deeper. She moans in ecstasy and rakes her fingernails up his bare back, drawing blood. With a final push, he feels Olivia spasm around him and he quickly loses himself in her. Gregory collapses on her, breathing heavily. They lay like that in silence for some time after, still joined together…

The chirp of his cell phone pulls Gregory out of his memory.

"Richards….Stanton! About bloody time! Where is my wife?…What is the flight plan?….You'll be handsomely rewarded for this Stanton," Gregory snaps the phone and swings his car around in the opposite direction.

Destination: Henderson Air Field.

Chapter 18
Del returns from the cockpit, buckles himself in next to Olivia, and says, "Take off darlin'. You ready?"

Olivia pauses for a moment. Gregory…Caitlin…Sean, she thinks while remembering Del's earlier statements: Oh come on Olivia! Wake up! Gregory doesn't love you…He doesn't deserve you…But we deserve each other…

"Yes," she slurs after already consuming the entire bottle of champagne. "You're the only one who loves me Del."

Del leans over and kisses Olivia as the plane engines start to shriek as the pilot awaits take off confirmation.

Within minutes, the plane rolls up the runway and slowly turns around preparing to charge down it.

Meanwhile, Gregory jerks to a stop in front of Henderson Air Field lounge and strides inside.

"Where is Del Douglas' private plane," he demands.

Del's driver was enjoying a cigarette in the corner and piped up, "Taxiing down the runway right now."

Gregory watches in silence as the private plane sprints down the runway and rises gracefully into the air. Although he'll never admit, he feels his heart breaking into a thousand pieces as the plane goes higher and higher until it is eventually out of sight.

The chauffeur continues, "I drove them over from the Resort. Man, where they hot for each other! The woman could barely keep her hands off Mr. Douglas…Those privacy dividers really aren't as soundproof as people like to think. One time…" the driver's words fall out of ear shot as Gregory leaves and gets back into his car.

Chapter 19
Gregory pulls his car into the garage and gets out. He looks at Olivia's Jaguar for a moment before reaching into the corner where his golf clubs were. He attacks her car with a vengeance, bringing down the club repeatedly until all the windows are shattered and the sides are dimpled.

Gregory stumbles into the house and down the hallway to the living room. On the table is a photo of their wedding day. With one perfect swing, the glass shatters and the frame goes flying. Next, he attacks the family photo taken at Thanksgiving. Any pictures on the first floor with Olivia in them feel the wrath of Gregory's golf club.

He charges upstairs to their bedroom and smashes the club into the mirror that hung above her vanity. As he stumbles over to her nightstand and lamp, he sees a photo album lying on the armchair. Gregory sits down and thumbs through the pages. Each photo stirs a memory…

…Gregory Richards, meet Olivia Blake….

…Liv, will you marry me?…

…Gregory, I'm pregnant….

…Let's name her Caitlin…

…Another baby? Liv, that's wonderful!…

…Maybe it'll be a boy this time…

…The sound of Olivia's body as it rolled down the stairs….

…I thought you would want to know that it was a boy, in case you would like to name him…

…The doctor says I'm pregnant again. Is it mine Olivia?…

…I don't care what you think Gregory; I'm naming him Sean after my grandfather…

…You're a drunk Olivia, I'm ashamed of you…

…Gregory closes the book. Tucking the album under his arm, he walks down stairs to the living room. He gets a fire started and feeds the album into the fire, page by page.