Rachel stood at the baggage claim as Sandra and Emma approached her. "Mommy." she squealed. Rachel had her arms wide open as Emma ran toward her. In her arms was the pretty pony that Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Mike gave her.

"That was just one of her new toys." laughed Sandra as she pulled the suitcase. "Been through customs and now we just have to get our luggage. Emma got so many new toys that we had to bring another suitcase. That wonderful child is certainly loved and will be missed."

Rachel knew that Emma leaving was going to be the nail in the coffin. With Ben living with Carol and Susan and Emma with her, Ross would have yet another child not living with him.

"Let's go ,Paris awaits Mom." smiled Rachel anxious to discover her new home with her mother. The shops, the designers, the cafes, like mother like daughter.

Rachel opened the door of her apartment. The doorman carried in some of the bags and the driver some more. After tipping him , she turned to him and said "Merci." Sandra looked around the spacious apartment.

Rachel's apartment door was made of oak that was dark and smelled of Paris' history. The walls were covered with a striped cheery pattern and an antique mirror hung on the wall. Her chairs were red velvet and the couch was a soft white material. By the couch was a table that had a series of photographs on them.

"So you have had time to unpack?" Sandra said as she picked up the photo of her , Ross , and Emma. "Any reason?" she said suspiciously.

Rachel immediately took the photo from her mother. "He is her father , Mother. And we are still good friends." She returned it to the side table.

"I see." sighed Sandra. "Rachel, have you really thought this through?"

"Mother, he is a friend , okay? Just a friend." Rachel said defensively.

"When you start dating, word of advice, put it in her room or yours. Men tend to ask questions about pictures with other men ." Sandra advised.

"Yes, mom." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Would you like some coffee?" Rachel said as she walked into the French doors of her mammoth kitchen. There was a large refrigerator, a stove, a range, and a butcher block counter.

"Beautiful kitchen. Will you ever use it?" Sandra said as she surveyed the apartment.

"I might cook, if the spirit moves me." Rachel laughed at the memory of the last time she tried to cook something. "But I am really not a cook. I always left that to Monica."

"Well you are truly on your own now." Sandra stated.

Ross held a bouquet of roses in his hand as he walked up to Mona's door. It had been a while since he had asked a woman out on a date and tried to woo her." Woo her "was his own personal and romantic way to get her to like him.

"Ross, they are beautiful. Come in while I put them in water." Mona smiled as she greeted him. Her hair was a little longer and twirled into a bun. She was wearing her little black dress. Ross walked in and on the table was the picture that she was going to make into a greeting card.

"You still have that?" Ross said as he picked up the frame. "I thought you would have burned it." he laughed nervously.

"I couldn't." sighed Mona. "Something told me that you and I would get back together someday. I know it's mean to say, but Ross I will always be in debt to Rachel for going to Paris. She was the one who brought us back together." she leaned in and proceeded to kiss Ross passionately. "I missed you baby." she sighed.

Ross wrapped his arms around Mona and sank into her kiss. But something just didn't' feel right. He had kissed like this , a few nights ago, but with Rachel. But this was healthy and he had to move on. Joey told him to do this. Maybe this was the new start that he needed.

Mona took her slender fingers and wrapped them around his tie. With all her strength she pulled it undone. Her other hand was around his neck while her tongue continued to mesh with his. With his other free hand, he unbuttoned the blue dress shirt and threw off his blazer. That's it , he thought. Be like Joey. I am an attractive, sexy and intelligent man. No emotional attachments. As he distanced himself further, he began to enjoy Mona running her fingernails down his back.

She slowly took down his pants as well. Now he was in a strange bedroom and almost naked. Mona wrapped her legs around his torso and began to close her own eyes.

"Oh Ross. " she moaned. "Oh Ross. You are my man." she got further and further into him and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. She certainly knew how to please a man. This was good. He could move on.

"Oh Ross." she screamed as she continued. It felt so good.

Finally at the point, where it all came together. Mona was laying on the bed as Ross was inside her. Two sweaty bodies meshed together. Two people embroiled in passion. It was going to be close..

"OH ROSS! You caveman you!" she screamed with all her might.

"OH RACHEL!" he screamed. Mona lifted her head from his chest and got up from the bed. She put her robe on and walked away.

Realizing what he had done, he put his clothes on and walked out her door. She took the picture from the table and threw it in the garbage.