Author's note: You guys are fantastic. I just want to give a huge shout out to all of those who have reviewed. I try to keep up to date, and I have visited your profile pages to check out some of your stories as well. So far, I love them all. This story just keeps flowing from my fingertips. The charity event is coming to a close soon and Jude's tour is about to begin again. What happens when Giselle gets hired as a fashion consultant? And what happens when all of Tommy's exes (except the ones in prison of course) manage to get stuck somewhere together. Oh, so much in store! Love you guys. Please R&R.


We approached the dunking booth to the sound of resonating female sighs as Tom Quincy sat casually on top of the tank, absorbing the sun and waiting patiently for someone to knock him in. I narrowed my eyes at him glaringly as I found my gaze drawn irrevocably to his beautiful chest and arms, and I sulked as I realized I wasn't the only one enjoying the view. Oh okay, if Little Tommy Q wanted to play the game that way, then I was certainly willing to take the bait. He laughed uproariously as he spotted SME, Kwest, and Jamie in their clown outfits, and in retaliation, they all picked up a ball and headed toward the end of the line. I couldn't help it, I smirked as one girl threw a ball at the target and missed because Tom distracted her by stretching his magnificent arms above his head and yawning as if bored. So that's how he was staying dry—by flirting. Well, this little chick was going to teach him one hell of a lesson. Picking up a ball, I settled in behind Jamie as I balanced the round object in the center of my palm, rolling it around impatiently as Wally and Kyle moved quickly through the line. Spied made it to the front and I could hear Tommy teasing him as Spied got ready to throw.

"Finally found your niche in life, Spied?" He asked humorously as Spied quirked a brow.

"Well, you know what they say about clowns…." Spied said slowly as Tom shrugged and grinned widely. Shifting, he leaned over to place his palms on the platform on each side of him.

"No, I can't say that I do know. Enlighten me Spiederman." Tom said jovially as Spied shook his head and smirked.

"I don't know either. Just thought I'd give you something to worry about up there." Spied replied matter-of –factly as Tommy pretended to shiver.

"Oh, I'm terrified." He said sarcastically as Spied grinned.

"Don't tell me you have some deep ingrained childhood phobia, Quincy. I'd hate to make you faint over a bad rendition of Bozo. Then again, you have seen that movie 'It' by Stephen King, right?" Spied remarked jokingly before pulling back his arm and taking aim. One quick throw and he missed.

"Damn." Spied muttered as he sauntered off to the side so that Kwest could move in behind him. This was starting to look more and more like some therapist's strange version of therapy. You know, like when married couples who are going through difficulties take those soft clubs and start beating each other to death with them. Oh, the irony!

"Come and get me Kwest. I seem to remember a guy with a pretty good arm back in the day." Tommy said snidely as Kwest rolled his eyes and pointed at Tom's naked chest.

"Look whose talking, Q-man. Seems to me you may be getting a little soft around the mid-section." Kwest probed teasingly as Tommy glanced downward hurriedly, running his hands quizzically over his abdomen. I laughed as I realized Kwest's intention.

"Made you look." Kwest said on a chuckle as he winded up and took his shot. It went wide, and Tommy chuckled a little too merrily as Kwest scowled and backed out of line.

"Guess we can add blindness to your list of growing pains." Tom joked as Kwest grinned at him and moved to the side. I was getting close. Now, if only Jamie would get out of the way.

"You sadly disappoint me, Quincy." Jamie said with a shrug as he squinted at his target.

"Oh?" Tom asked pointedly as Jamie nodded sullenly.

"I expected more fluff from you. Where's your Speedo?" Jamie replied nonchalantly as Tommy shrugged.

"I left it back in my hotel room with my nipple rings and bikini underwear." He said jokingly as Jamie choked on a laugh. I don't think he expected Tommy to say that so when he threw the ball, he managed to laugh at the same time causing him to miss his target. Tom shrugged good-naturedly as Jamie cracked.

"I so didn't need that kind of vision." Jamie said haltingly as Tom chuckled.

"Maybe I wasn't talking about myself." Tommy said as he looked over Jamie's shoulder at me. I just shrugged with a small smile. I owned a good deal of bikini underwear and thongs, but no nipple rings. However, Tom did have a pretty sexy pair of red Speedos. The gang looked at me warily as I stepped up to the front.

"Jude." Tom said lazily as I rolled the ball mischievously around in my hands.

"Tom." I replied quietly as he looked me over appreciatively. I cocked my eyebrows deliberately at the slight red tint that was beginning to develop on his back.

"Looking a little hot up there, aren't you Quincy?" I asked with a lift of my brow as Tom smiled sweetly at me.

"You'd know, wouldn't you Jude?" He asked with a smirk as I balanced the ball precariously on the palm of my hand. Chuckling, I sat back on my heels suddenly, staring up at him as I did.

"You know, I think I like you up there, Tom." I said with a wink as he grinned mischievously.

"It's all about having me on top, huh?" He said breezily as I looked at him with wide eyes. Talk about innuendos. Men! Strolling nonchalantly around the basin's base, I looked up at him with a grin.

"You look so attractive up there, Quincy. It must take a lot of care and rest to look as good as you do. How do you manage all that beauty sleep?" I asked naughtily as Tom laughed.

"Seems I've found a very effective way to tire myself out." He said in a husky tone as I waved a finger at his very cute face.

"Well, you know what they say about age and endurance." I said with a gleeful laugh as Tommy lifted a brow sardonically.

"Are you questioning my levels of performance, Jude Harrison?" He asked with a smirk as I threw my hands up in the air innocently.

"Who me?" I asked with a shrug before running a finger along the glass tank seductively.

"Besides, I have unquestionable levels of perseverance?" I prodded as I sidled up slowly to the button that would release the platform he sat so casually on. Placing the ball against the button, I raised my eyebrows knowingly. Tommy sat up on alert.

"You wouldn't!" He stated in amazement as I grinned up at him naughtily.

"There are three things that will destroy a perfectly gelled hair-do." I said slowly as I held up three fingers. "One, is the wind." I stated as I pushed down the first finger. "The second is running out of hair gel." I remarked before pushing down finger number two. "And the third, and most devastating of all, is, of course, water." I said with finality as I let the ball I held tightly in my hand push down against the release button. We all heard Tommy 'splash' into the tank, listening to him sputter and gasp before surfacing the water with a moan. Shrugging helplessly, I smiled at Tom cheekily.

"Oops. Did I do that?" I asked casually. Tom pulled himself up to the edge of the tank and I watched in fascination as his arm muscles bunched when he lifted himself out of the water. Giving me a puppy dog expression, he sighed heavily.

"I don't guess you'd give a guy a hand now that you've managed to besmirch my image, huh?" He asked with such a sullen resonance that I couldn't help but shrug. Oh, hell. Why not? Climbing up the ladder, I leaned over and offered him my hand in a gesture of apology only to find myself suddenly jerked into the tank with him. Sputtering as he held my head momentarily under water, I slapped at him as he lifted me up with a chuckle.

"Didn't think you'd get away with it that easily did you, my little song bird." He said teasingly as I looked over at his water soaked chest lovingly. "You have to sacrifice a little dignity for love." He said on a laugh. Staring once again at the magnificent chest as I watched droplets of condensation bead down his abdomen, I shrugged with honest sincerity.

"In that case, I'm all about sacrifices." I said as he laughed and dunked me again.