"Any messages?" Rory questioned as Logan entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah why don't we go have a cigarette while I give you the late breaking news out of Connecticut." Logan replied as he motioned to the deck door.

"Spill it." Rory laughed as she took a drag from her cigarette and sipped her coffee.

"Well it seems as though that phone call from Mr. Something-ton was planned by our parents and that there will probably be a few other networks calling to confirm interviews that Richard and my dad set up."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Wish I was babe I really wish I was." Logan sighed as he took a deep inhale.

"Anything else you need to tell me?" Rory inquired as she studied Logan's face/

"Naw," Logan lied through his teeth, "nothing else worth reporting."

"Sure?"

"I'm sure sweetie." Logan responded forcing a smile. "Let me get you some more coffee."

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to go jump in the shower," Rory smiled as she kissed Logan, "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Logan sat at the kitchen table and grabbed the phone and called the number that was on the caller ID from the call from Mr. Something-ton. Logan listened to ring and drummed his fingers anxiously while he waited for a voice. Finally it came.

"Lou Stapleton." A gruff voice answered.

"Err, hello Mr. Stapleton this Logan Huntzberger."

"Ah the young Mr. Huntzberger to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I am calling for two reasons. I first wanted to apologize for my tone earlier and secondly wanted to see how you would like to go about setting up this interview." Logan sighed as he tried to maintain his composure.

"No apologies needed Mr. Huntzberger. I was hoping to be able to do a film interview with yourself and Mrs. Huntzberger."

"Well, Mr. Stapleton, we are on our honeymoon for the next week or so."

"Yes I know sir. Your father and Mr. Gilmore seemed to indicate that it would be alright if we came to your location."

"I see," Logan said with a hint of anger in his voice, "well I would like to discuss this with Mrs. Huntzberger, would it be possible to call you back in an hour or so?"

Of course sir, one question though, your relations indicated that there is something important about your twenty fifth birthday that I was not allowed to question about, do you care to comment."

"I will call you within the hour." Logan answered with a note of finality in his voice. "Looks like we are going to be having more company than we bargained for Ace." Logan called into the master bathroom.

"You don't sound too happy about that." Rory replied as she wrapped her new bathrobe that read "Mrs. Huntzberger" on the back, a gift from a great aunt on Logan's side.

"Sit down you're going to want a back massage when you hear this." Logan smirked as he sat on the bed.

"Okay quit stalling Hun, just tell me." Rory replied as Logan began to rub her shoulders.

"Dad and Richard apparently told this Mr. Something-ton that it would be perfectly fine to come down here and conduct an interview."

"Oh God," Rory sighed as she laid her head in Logan's lap, "they really have every intent of running our lives."

"You have no idea." Logan whispered as he brushed Rory's hair back from her face.

"Well let's just get this over with." Rory continued as she sat up and started to get dressed.

"So I should call them and tell them that we just want to come and do this A.S.A.P?" Logan asked as he eyed his wife carefully.

"That's what I said Hun," Rory smiled as she walked into the closet, "I'm going to get dressed and then go into town to do some shopping, want to come?"

"How about I meet up with you for lunch." Logan replied carefully. "Everything ok sweetheart?"

"Of course Logan," Rory smiled as she kissed him, "I swear sometime you can be so paranoid."

"If you say so sweetheart," Logan replied doubtfully, "I'll go call Mr. Something-ton."

After Logan left Rory picked up her cell phone and listened to the message from Emily again . . . "Rory darling it's your grandmother, I hope you and Logan are having a wonderful time. I just wanted to stress again the importance of the social obligations you have. They are not just for you, they are for Logan too. The way you present yourself is a reflection of Logan. I cannot stress the importance of this. I have you scheduled for a few charity events when you get back. Love you dear."

Rory sat on the bed and took the flask out of her nightstand drawer and took a sip of the bitter brown liquid. Allowing it to calm her nerves she curled up on the bed and took a few minutes to herself. She new everyone perceived her life as easy, and she could completely understand where they were coming from. On the outside everything was easy, she was indeed born with a silver spoon in her mouth. However, for one day she would like someone to experience the pressure of it all. Financially her life was a cake walk, but the old adage still remained, 'there are always strings Pinocchio'. There had been so many times Rory wanted to give everything she had to live in suburbia, a simple place, neighbors, a normal life, and a mom who makes dinner every night and a dad who works a normal job and drives a ford.

Rory sighed and climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom, making sure to wash her mouth out.

"Alright so meet me for lunch around one thirty-ish. I pick a restaurant out and have the driver bring you, sound like a plan?" Rory asked as she hugged Logan and gave him a kiss.

"Alright Ace, are you sure everything is okay?"

"Promise, I love you."

"Love you too."

Rory climbed in to the back of the Cadillac and put her feet on the seat.

"Where are we going Mrs. Huntzberger?" The driver inquired as they pulled out of the driveway.

"Actually I need you cooperation on something." Rory smiled as she pulled a few hundred dollar bills out of her purse. "You are going to take me to the local bar, then you are going to take this money and pick of souvenirs, jewelry, clothes, so on and so forth. Then you will come pick me up and take me to the restaurant then you will go pick up my husband and you will not tell him anything, do you understand." Rory questioned as she handed him five hundred dollars. "You only need to spend about half of that keep the rest, and here are my sizes for clothing. So do we have an understanding?"

"Yes ma'am." The driver nodded as he took the money and placed it in his breast pocket.

"Thank you very much." Rory replied calmly as she put up the partition and pulled her flask out of her purse.

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