Chapter 2-
Sandy entered the hotel room and saw Rachel brushing her hair, standing in front of her mirror. Sandy walked up to her and smiled. "What are you plans for today?"
"To make love to a special someone."
"Rachel," he growled, "You know that–"
"Why can't we?"
"Because I'm married, Rachel. I have a wife and two kids. I have another life."
Rachel kissed him hard and began to unbutton his shirt. "Just us, Sandy. No ties, no bondage, just a few times. It's just sex. It's not like anyone has to know. She kissed him again and unbutton his shirt. He began to unbutton her shirt also. He slipped it from her upper body and unsnapped her bra. "I've missed you for so long he said."
"I missed you too."
She slowly slipped herself out of her pants and they stood together with nothing but their underwear on.
Summer sat on her bed, watching Season 2 of The Valley. She heard the door open and looked up. There was Seth, standing there. He smiled at her. "Summer, we can't do this. I have to be with you."
Summer stood and walked up to him. "Seth..."
"Please, Summer, forget about everything that's happened. It can be just you and me..."
"Seth..."
Seth kissed Summer hard and kicked the door shut. He backed away and pulled his shirt off. Summer ran up to him and kissed him. He began to unbutton her shirt and pushed her back onto the bed. He took off his pants and shoes and climbed up on top of her.
Sandy and Rachel lay in bed together, kissing each other romantically. Sandy held a joint in between his fingers, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Just like the old days," he said.
"I'm going to take a shower," said Rachel. "Do you want to join?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," smiled Sandy.
"I'll get the bathing oil."
Caleb began to choke. He was still sitting in his office. He had drank the water, and now was dying. He fell to the floor, coughing, and then coughed no more. He didn't see a smiling Julie standing at the window.
Kirstin lay on her bed, crying. She knew what her husband was doing. He was with Rachel. They were probably making love at this very moment. And then there was Ryan, cheating on her sister, Lindsay. Her whole life was falling apart. She didn't know what to do.
A fisherman and his grandson stood fishing at the beach. His grandson ran up to him, screaming. "Grandpa! I found something!"
"What is it?"
The boy led his grandpa to a large lump in the wet sand along the splashing waves. The old man bent down and found that the lump was a girl. And she was breathing. The old man gasped.
Lindsay walked into Ryan's pool house, crying. "Oh, Lindsay," said Ryan, running to embrace her. Lindsay hugged him, still crying.
"Ryan, I've done something terrible," she said.
"What is it?"
"I–I killed Marissa."
Ryan's face turned red. He instantly grabbed the closest thing to him and smashed it upside Lindsay's head. It was one of the weights near him. He watched blood begin to roll down Lindsay's head as she fell to the ground. Ryan gasped, just realizing what he had done. "Lindsay!" he cried, kneeling down beside her. "Oh Lindsay, what have I done?" He felt her wrist for a pulse. There was nothing.
Lindsay was dead.
