Chapter 8

Well, Jason's off to bail out our genius doctor. Stupid little shit. I keep forgetting he's only 22 but honestly…I can't imagine what he's done. The little twerp asked his father not to tell me.

ME. HIS MOTHER !! I GAVE BIRTH TO HIM!!

What? Did his father tell me?

No, of course he didn't. Like my husband tells me anything. HA!!

I just happened to be listening in while they were on the phone. However, once the kid said not to tell me, my wonderful partner jumped out of bed so I could not hear anything else my son said. And I had just…well…let's just say my husband should have been very happy and giving with me at that moment. What is every guys fantasy?…No not two women…the OTHER fantasy. Yep!! Hubby should have been very, VERY happy.

But NOOOOO

He's so not getting any tonight when he gets home.

Yeah! Yeah! I hear you guys…he already got it! I know.

Back to MY SON! I am his mother and I deserve to know exactly what the little deviant did. Beer Bongs? Public Drunkenness? Streaking?

You know the little shit probably doesn't want me to know because it will become my next blog topic.

Well HA!! It already is you little criminal!!

SOOOO, I called my ex. He's tight with the law so he made a few phone calls and viola'…MY SON was throwing things off of the balcony of his apartment and accidentally hit a judge and his wife. Now the judge is being an ass and taking it out on my son, claiming assault.

What a bunch of crap. I don't make this up people. This is real honest to goodness life!

I tell you, people with connections get way too power hungry. That judge is probably just pissed because it ruined his toupee or something.

I think what's bothering me the most is that my son didn't want me to know. I mean, I am his mother. I love him and support him and wiped his dirty ass until he was four. (Yeah, he was a late bloomer and also, our life was pretty topsy turvy his first five years.)

Oh and here's another thing (and this is probably why he doesn't want me to know but his father is going to be the one to go apeshit over this one.) When the police showed up there were underaged girls.

What was he thinking?

Oh wait…I know what YOU'RE thinking…They weren't underage like statutory rape, they were underaged and drinking beer. They were college friends but just not old enough to drink. Therefore, he's charged with assault and contributing.

Double Whammy… but still… not something too serious. That judge could have just let it go. He went to college. They may have been still perfecting Pavlov's Theory at the time or finding the cure for The Plague or writing textbooks on marble but still…college pranks are a rite of passage.

That judge is a Richard Cranium if I have ever heard of one. My sweet innocent little boy probably didn't even give the girls the beer or even toss the stuff off of the balcony. It was probably his freaky assed room mate.

I met that kid a few weeks ago. He was C-R-E-E-P-Y !!

Like Freddy Krueger or Hannibal Lecter creepy. Or better yet like Ted Bundy creepy. He just kept staring at me.

My hubby said I was crazy. Of course he always says that. (Have I mentioned in this weeks issue that my husband is an ass? I just cannot say that enough.)

So I am positive my kid didn't do any of it.

Well, unless it was water balloons.

Cam, his brother and their friends have this strange obsession with water balloons. We used to catch them all the time in the third story window in the attic tossing out water balloons trying to soak their sister and her friends. Or they would be at the local hotel which my husband's best friend owns.

Remember her? Yeah, I hate her still. No surprises that the bleached blonde thought it was perfectly okay to let teenaged boys have the penthouse suite to toss water balloons at her own paying customers.

That lady is nucking futz !!

I like that word NUCKING FUTZ…now if you can't figure it out. Switch the first letter of both words…see it now? Darn good word isn't it. Let's get it out there people. It's an NC17 meaning in a PG world. It's so perfect. You can even accuse your kids of it and not be accused of being unfit.

Oh and how is our other word coming? Idiot face. I still haven't seen it on Oprah. Keep working

Back to my boys and their freakish fascination with water balloons.

Their Uncle Steven and their grandmother Monica used to give them boxes of surgical gloves to use. You know the ones that Howie Mandel used to put over his head and blow up with his nose making him look like a rooster? Yeah, the Deal or No Deal guy used to do the stupidest stand up routines. He was funny though. Oh and he had lots of hair back then too. I liked when he talked like a little kid. What was his name?…Bobby, I think. Had his own cartoon too.

Anyhoo…The boys would do all kinds of stupid stuff with those gloves. But their favorite was to fill them up with water or whatever they could come up with and throw them at people or themselves.

However, My Cameron would not throw them at people he didn't know and he certainly would not be entertaining girls. He's in a very serious relationship. Although I am not so sure how solid that relationship is anymore. When he came home a few weekends ago, he and Kristina only saw each other once.

The party may be over for those two.

GOOD !! Her mother is neurotic and her father was bi-polar. Add in the fact that Cam's biological father was demented…my grandchildren would have no chance in hell.

Can you imagine?...think about it…they'd be like…that kid from the movie Home Alone crossed with that same kid in The Good Son.

It would not be pretty, that's for sure. I would have to pray to the GODS that the child inherited only MY genes because…well, I'm perfect.

Elizabeth stared at the screen. She had gotten off the phone with Lucky not an hour ago and Jason had either turned off his phone or was not getting reception. Something about what Lucky said didn't sit right with her. There was more to this and either Lucky wasn't telling her or he didn't know. Cameron had never EVER been in trouble before. He avoided trouble. He was completely opposite of Jake in that way.

Also, Lucky must have known something more because he said he didn't think Cam would be getting out tonight. Why would they hold him?

Elizabeth looked back at her blog and sighed. Jason was right. Too much of what she put in these things upset the kids. Some of it she didn't really care. Most of it was everyday teen drama or family drama so they could ask any of their friends and they'd say it sounded just like their family too but this one would hurt Cameron. She highlighted the two and a half pages that she had typed and hit the delete button.

She sat back and thought some more about things that had happened that week. Anything to get her mind off of Cameron. She sat back up and let her fingers fly across the keyboard.

Well, hello all.

We are in the middle of college football season. All of my boys are BIG Ohio State fans. Not real sure why but my husband has always been one. An Ohio State fan.

Oh, and an ass. Let's just start out with that one this time because honestly, it cannot be said enough. My husband is a big ole horse's patooty.

Anyhoo…he's a big Ohio State Buckeyes fan. I have no idea why. He's never lived there or went to school there. There must be a story to it but he has never shared it with me. He has a whole secret life out there before me... hmmmm…

Of course my boys want to do everything like their Dad does, so that means they are Ohio State fans too. Personally, I would think they could be a little more creative. Red and White and Black? Jeez…how about a little more vibrant colors.

I mean, it fits with my husband. He has absolutely no color in his wardrobe if I don't buy it for him. And then I have to beg him to wear the things I buy him. The man only wears jeans and black t-shirts. Honestly!!

It's a good thing he looks so good in them !!

Now where was I…Oh! I like that team down south that has the pretty orange and blue colors. Although I am not sure why an alligator would wear orange and blue. Then again, I don't understand half of that stuff.

What exactly is a Buckeye? And why would a Tar Heel or a Terrapin or a Corn Husker be scary? And what exactly is a Sooner? I guess it would be better than to be called a Later!!

Huh…wouldn't you die to hear the sports announcer say…the Sooners will face the Laters…sooner or later.

(I know, it's not REALLY funny but work with me here!! Sometimes I just plain amuse myself.)

I get the Tigers and Bulldogs and Gators and Trojans (although THAT is a condom to me…) and the Wolverines and even the fighting Irish because I knew a few Irishmen that I would run from if they were trying to tackle me and…well I could go on and on about college team mascots that make sense but…a Hoosier? As in like…Hoosier daddy?

Ha! Maybe it's like a sexual connotation. I would love for my husband to be a Hoosier just so I could get him a t-shirt that said "Hoosier Daddy".

I wonder if their colors include black.

Enough about that…

Okay, my gripe for the week. There is a specific need in America for people to have to be re-tested for getting their drivers license.

And don't even say a word about me running out of gas or having the engine light come on. That's not what I am talking about.

Okay listen up!!

When the stoplight goes out and it's flashing yellow, that means slow down and be cautious. DO NOT STOP! You are going to get yourself or someone else killed if you stop. Read your damn driver's handbook.

Now, if the light is out completely, then you need to treat the intersection as a four way stop. That doesn't mean everyone else will stop so you can just fly through the intersection. It means EVERYONE STOPS!

Now, once you hit a certain age…there should be a yearly road test. You old people need to be re-certified. Just because you can afford a car does not mean you should be driving one.

I almost got killed recently when our power was out all over the city and I nearly got clipped by a huge SUV with a man I swear I saw on Willard Scotts Jelly segment on the Today show.

(PS: Matt Lauer…you are still a hottie !! Hair or no hair, you say the word and I am there.)

Okay, I am done with the driving portion of this blog.

Now, I don't know if any of you are aware of this but there are two new words in the teenage language.

Yes the teenage language is completely different than the English language. We've discussed this before and there is a link on this page that leads you to the new teen lingo that I have discovered and shared with you over the years.

These new words are hilarious. Not necessarily flattering because…well…you'll see but…

This week's new words are

MILF and SPILF

A MILF is a Mother I'd Like to Fuck

A SPILF is a Sexy Papa I'd like to Fuck

So teenagers are now sizing up each other's mothers and fathers to see if they would want to have sex with them. It's actually REALLY creepy don't you think? I mean honestly, those smelly little boys my sons hang out with looking at me to decide whether they would like to…well it's just wrong.

Not to mention the little ho's in my daughters classes. With their skimpy little half skirts and see through tops and thong bikinis. Not my daughter's close friends mind you because their mothers are like me and teach them to respect themselves but some of the teenaged girls that fall all over my little Jakey?

Yeah, skank is a word. Actually, it's on the list.

Now I understand why all the little girls hang out when my husband is mowing the lawn. I like to look myself but these little girls should be gawking at the dorky kids their own age. Well, I kind of understand not wanting to see boys their own age without their shirts on but hey!! That does not give you the right to drool all over MY HUSBAND. Only I get to do that.

And drool worthy he is!!

Now, ever since hearing about this, I can't seem to stop feeling like all of Jakey's little buddies are staring at me. And what are they thinking when they are?

I mean…I know what boys that age do. It's what we tell our boys if they do too much of it they will go blind. Are they doing that and thinking about me?

GROSS!!

I don't ever remember thinking about my friends parents that way. I mean my best friend's dad is now my father in law (even though he is deceased) but when I think about him back then…EWWWW!! The thought NEVER crossed my mind. Now had I known my friend Patrick's father? Ehh…I can see me having a crush on him. He looks just like Eli Love !! And who doesn't have a crush on Eli Love !! Or at least back then. I think he's back in England in a nursing home with Keith Richards. I'll have to ask my friend Robin. She knows.

Okay so now when you see your son's friends leering at you…you'll know you are a MILF!!

Creeps you out now doesn't it.

Until next time !!

Humbly Yours,

Grumbles

Elizabeth saved the blog to review and tweak the next day. She was too distracted tonight to have written a good one. Besides, she rarely ever wrote after drinking. And obviously she was distracted with worry over Cameron.

And to think she was having a perfectly good evening until….

"Honey, I'm leaving."

"Cam hang on a minute…Are you riding with Robin, babe?" Jason covered the receiver of the phone with his hand as he looked up to see his wife in a red leather skirt that ended mid thigh. She had a red mock turtleneck sweater that came just to her belly button showing off a good expanse of creamy white skin. To finish the look she had white four inch gogo boots and a white leather jacket that came to her knees.

His wife looked good enough to eat and he planned to as soon as she got home from her Girls Night out. She was always half lit full of tequila and ready for fun.

"No, I'm taking my car. I don't plan to be out late." She answered and blew her husband a kiss with her blood red shiny lips.

"Uh…I don't think that's a good idea. Get Jake or Ella to drive you then I'll come pick you up." Jason said as he stood from the kitchen counter's bar stool. He didn't like the idea of his wife driving. The weather had been bad lately because of a couple of hurricanes that had traveled up through the states. Sure they weren't hurricanes by the time they reached New York but they still packed some strong wind gusts and lots of rain. If she had a few drinks, that was all it would take.

"Jason, if I have more than my limit, I'll call a cab." Elizabeth sighed. That was part of the reason the girls rarely went out for Girls Night anymore. Their husbands were such overprotective oafs.

The last time they went out Milo and Jason showed up when they found out that Elizabeth and Leyla were…dancing.

Robin the stool pigeon called them. She had become such a fuddy dud.

"I don't want you in a cab Elizabeth. And don't end up by yourself either. You girls stay together this time. I'll come pick you up around 9:30 and I'll bring the Manivan so all you girls should fit. At least any of you that can't drive." Jason said with a confirming nod of his head.

It really burned her butt when he did that. He would just make a statement and nod his head as if it were done. Conversation over. What HE said goes.

A BIG FAT LOAD OF MANURE IT WAS!!

Although he did have a point. A couple of months back the girls got separated and once again, Robin got all of them in trouble. Honestly, they were going to have to stop including her in Girls Night. The only one that was questionable was Nadine. Well, Dr. Kelly Lee was questionable but that was only her sanity. Nadine went completely missing and didn't show back up until the next morning. She said she had just gone to the on-call room at General Hospital and slept it off but…Kelly had confirmed with Epiphany and several other nurses on duty that she was not at the hospital that night.

Hey, if the girl wants to fool around on her husband, who were they to judge. She was their friend and in a very rocky relationship. Besides, Elizabeth knew there was much more going on but had decided she would not press her friend. If she wanted to talk, she would. And when that time came, she would listen.

Anyhow, the girls all ended up separating. Leyla, Lainey and Elizabeth ended up going to a dance club. Nadine…well…we don't exactly know what she ended up doing (or whom) but she had originally left with the girls for the dance club but then got away from them somehow in their drunken walk down the riverfront.

Robin, as previously mentioned stayed behind and called to tattle on all of them while Kelly…OH BOY !! Kelly ended up sleeping with Coleman. GROSS!!

Maybe Jason was right, the girls really did need to stick together to protect each other.

"Whatever…" Elizabeth brushed off her husbands comments. Really, it's not like Leyla didn't have a guard watching all of them anyway. She knew she was included in being watched even if some of the other girls weren't. Once you were part of Big Pappy's family, blood or not, you were protected. "I'll see you later."

Elizabeth went to leave and Jason caught her arm and pulled her back into his chest. "I love you and be good. You look too hot in that outfit to be letting you out of my sight so…" he leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips "Don't forget who's at home waiting for you."

"I won't. I'll be an angel." Elizabeth gave an innocent little wink and then turned to leave.

Jason just shook his head and then sat back down and continued his conversation with his oldest son about tickets he got for him and the boys for Thanksgiving Day. He had talked with Max and Cody and the three were planning on taking the boys and their friends that could come to see the Detroit Lions Thanksgiving Day game against the Tennessee Titans. Max had an associate who willingly gave up his box when Max inquired. It was the early game so with the company jet, they would be home by dinnertime.

Elizabeth agreed it was a good idea and that she would change their plans and would invite Monica and Edward to spend the day so the house staff could take the day off. She would also invite Carly, Nik and Cece since Morgan would be with Jason and the boys at the game. The Drake kids would be invited because Patrick and Robin always took the Holiday shifts and also because Anna would help with cooking and Mal was going to the game. Then there was the Giambetti family. Milo, Leyla and their kids were planning a trip to see Leyla's family that week so it just left Maximus, Max, Joey and Diane. Then of course the Spinellis who were always invited because they were considered family to them. Elizabeth, Diane, Ella and Anna would put on a feast for everyone.

Elizabeth was a good sport about changing their plans a little over a week before Thanksgiving. She insisted she didn't mind at all even though she had planned to just have the family at the house for a quiet family day with no friends, dates or distractions. She wanted just the five of them together. They had not experienced a day like that in over ten years that she could remember but when Jason brought up the fact that Jake was really excited…she relented.

She always seemed to do that when it came to Jason doing anything with the kids. Regardless of whether she liked the idea, Jason's relationship with his kids and any time he spent with them was crucial to Elizabeth. Besides, the girls could get their master cooking emblems for 4H by making the entire meal. Also, they would make several extra turkeys the day before in her oven and Robins for the girls to take to the homeless shelter.

Even knowing Edward would be at his house all day, Jason was excited over the prospect of everyone at the house for Thanksgiving. And he couldn't wait for another round of The Old Man versus Big Pappy. That was always good entertainment for everyone. The only thing that would be better is if Elizabeth would invite Epiphany to come as well. She was the only one that could put those old codgers in their place.

He'll have to remember to ask Elizabeth to invite her and Kobe.

But back to Girls Night…

The girls all met for dinner first, except for Lainey. Lainey and Cody had just taken on a third foster child and this girl was trouble. Lainey had called at the last minute stating that she would miss dinner but she would definitely be at Jakes afterward. The girls had dinner at the new waterfront restaurant that was opened up by Bobbie Spencer. She still owned Kelly's and the boarding house but since retiring from the hospital, she needed something to do. She still had a lot of energy for being in her mid to late sixties so she opened a franchise of PF Changs China Bistro. Cece worked for her and she actually planned to give it to Cece to run along with Kelly's when she was ready to retire for good. For now, she was content to use that time to spend with her granddaughter and teach her how to run a successful business.

The restaurant was slow since it was a Tuesday night so Bobby joined them at their table. All the girls had lively discussions about their kids and their husbands. Kelly didn't have either but she was always good for a sexual encounter story.

Yes, Kelly still suffered from Sex Addiction. It is a disease like drug addiction or cancer and you recovered and relapsed on occasion. Regularly Kelly joked with Elizabeth that if her blogs were any indication, she and Jason suffered from the same disease.

If that's suffering…Elizabeth was a glutton. And happy for it.

They headed to Jakes and started their night out with their ritual toast to the idiot faces in their lives and the women who loved them. Lainey finally showed up about halfway through the night and after telling the girls about her new charge, each of the girls were thankful that their daughters were safe and innocent.

The girl, Joanie, was sexually abused by her father and then sold off for sexual favors by her mother who would sell her daughter to feed her drug addiction. Once the state finally caught up with the girl, she was already suffering from sexually transmitted diseases and mentally was too far gone. They institutionalized the girl that day. She kept trying to offer Cody sexual favors for the simplest of things like toiletries and cheeseburgers. It was sad really that a girl that was barely fifteen thought she had to offer a blow job to her foster father to get some deodorant and the #3 at Kelly's. Cody had called Lainey from the house and they decided it was a tougher issue than they could handle. Their biggest concern was that Joanie would influence Rashawns little sister Rianna. She was just thirteen and very impressionable by older girls. Lainey and Cody decided that getting Joanie out of their house was best for all. Besides, Lainey was able to do more intense therapy for Joanie at the juvenile facility where she would be safe.

"It's just really sad that girls think the only way to get things are through their sexuality." Lainey commented when she and Elizabeth were sitting alone still discussing the issue.

"Well, a lot of us feel…pressure." Elizabeth explained which caught Lainey's attention.

Lainey had always wondered about Elizabeth. She was a strong woman yet very weak when it came to her husband. Also, for a woman who was raped at the age of fifteen, she was very, very provocative and sexually boundless. It just didn't fit the profile. On the other hand, all indications were that she and her husband simply had a very active sex life but still…it just didn't fit the clinical mold for how Elizabeth SHOULD be regardless of how sexy her husband was.

"Elizabeth, do you feel pressured by Jason at times?" Lainey cautiously asked. Elizabeth could always tell when Lainey was putting on her psychiatry hat and made no bones about telling her friend that she didn't appreciate it.

"No, it's just…" Elizabeth was toying with the coaster that her drink was sitting on. She had plenty of empty shots lined up in front of her and knew she would need to call Jason for a ride. Oh wait, he's coming to get me anyway.

She snapped her fingers in the air to order another. No one saw her.

"Just what honey." Lainey prompted using the familiar, friendly euphemism.

"Oh God I'm drunk." Elizabeth said as she crossed her arms on the table and then laid her head down on them, turned to the side facing Lainey. "I just worry I guess."

"Why, Jason loves you. It's very apparent how much he loves you." Lainey patted her arm and then pushed Elizabeth's hair out of her face. She could see the glossed over haze in her stare and knew that Elizabeth, indeed, was drunk.

"I know he loves me but he's loved me for a long time and that never stopped him before. And…Did I tell you Lucky cheated on me with my sister? Then of course you know about Maxie and Sam. Sam…Jason loved HER you know. I mean really loved her. He could not choose between her and Jake when I first told him that I was pregnant. And that relationship was right after Courtney."

"Who's Courtney?" Lainey asked knowing full well who she was but she wanted Elizabeth to open up. Her friend had closed a lot of her feelings off for many years. The only way she was truly able to express them was in her blogs and Lainey recognized the symptoms. On the surface, Elizabeth had the perfect life but there was always a fear that she had in her eyes.

"That bitch…I hated her. Jason and I would have been together but NOOOO Sonny needed Jason to protect his sister and she…well…She was like" Elizabeth sat up and held her hands out in the universal sign of big busted. "And she…" held her hands up in a sign that Lainey had no clue what she was referring to. "And she got him. He didn't want me. I just…you know there's a lot of Sam's and Courtney's in this world."

Lainey started to say something in response. Obviously, even after over twenty years of Jason's devotion, Elizabeth still had a fear that he would find someone else. From an outsider's observance, that could not have been further from the truth. Even if she wasn't trained to read people, she could see that Jason ONLY had eyes for his wife. He was loyal to a fault and doted on Elizabeth. However, with Elizabeth's track record and this new information on how she felt, Lainey could see where her friend felt a sort of pressure to always keep her man sexually satisfied.

"Hey babe, you ready to go or should I grab a beer from Coleman. Uh, what exactly is Dr. Lee doing with him?" Jason came up behind Elizabeth and started twirling her hair in his fingers as he looked up at the bar and saw Kelly Lee letting Coleman do body shots off of her.

"You take this one home and I'll go save Kelly from…yeah." Lainey pointed at Elizabeth who had laid her head back down in her arms and had her eyes closed with a sad smile on her face. Then she looked at Kelly who was now kissing Coleman. Looking back at Jason, she groaned. "Can you call Cody and tell him I might be a while but that I am okay. I have only had two shots and other than that I have had water. I need to go save Kelly…from herself."

Jason laughed and nodded then bent down and whispered in Elizabeth's ear. "Hey wench, Captain Morgan would like to take you to his pirate's ship. You game?" he growled real low and Elizabeth smiled.

"Jason…" she sighed dreamily. She didn't even open her eyes, she just lifted her arms and Jason picked her up cradling her. She turned into his chest as he adjusted her and then bent down to get her jacket and purse from the back of the chair. "always for you."

Jason smiled at her then kissed her on top of her head. He was glad he brought the SUV. Elizabeth would not be able to hold onto the back of him. He'd just roll down the windows so she would feel the wind like she always wanted.

Elizabeth turned off her computer and headed out into the family room. Elizabeth glanced up at the wooden clock on the mantle. 6am. Jason had left around eleven thirty she guessed because when they got home from the bar, she was awake from the wind on the ride home. Somehow the wind always made her come alive. She wished Jason would have come to get her on the bike but then smirked 'I was too drunk to hold on'. She had gone into the kitchen to grab a bottled water and the computer on the fridge said it was 10:45. With as far as they had gotten in the bedroom, there could have only been about 45 minutes to have lapsed, or so she guessed. She never timed her blow jobs before.

Elizabeth turned on the news just in time for the morning report. She had tried Jason at least ten times, three in the past hour. It was inconceivable that he was still not able to call her. He knew she would lay awake worried all night. She opened her phone and searched her contacts until she found the one she wanted.

"I'm sorry if I woke you." She said sympathetically into the phone.

"It's fine. I was awake."

"Oh, yeah…are you there with them?" she asked.

"No, I am not licensed to practice law in the state of Maryland. I have an old college law school friend that lives in Baltimore. He's pretty prominent so we can trust him to do whatever is necessary in the best interest of Cameron. And I'll, of course, be working with him."

"Well has your friend in Maryland called you? Or Jason?" Elizabeth choked to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"I spoke to Tom, my friend that will represent Cameron. He filled me in and brought me up to speed with the different laws that affect his case in Maryland."

"Yeah, I never even thought about you not being able to practice law in the state of Maryland. Do you know what Cameron's charges are?"

Elizabeth listened patiently as Diane explained what she knew. She told her that Cameron had actually been throwing his roommates stuff out of his apartment. Apparently the boys had gotten into a fight and since it was Cameron's apartment, he threw the boy out. Diane didn't know the whole story why but apparently it had something to do with a picture of Elizabeth or one of her paintings. Diane wasn't really sure which. The girls next door had heard the commotion and had come over, beer in hands, to see what was up. Apparently when Cameron was tossing out the boy's personal belongings, something landed on the ground and had bounced up and hit the judge's wife in the shin causing a bruise but the judge called the police who were just around the corner and when they went upstairs, the underaged girls drinking caused Cameron to go to jail. The judge wasn't going to press charges and the girls had admitted that Cameron did not give them the beer. Then the judge found out who Cameron was and then decided to press charges. The girls had told the police that they had brought the beer over but the judge wanted that stricken from the record and wanted Cameron charged with assault and contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

Diane then explained that apparently this judge was on the warpath but that her associate and former law school friend had gotten another judge involved who set bail and allowed Cameron special permission to leave the state and go to New York since he was a resident there. Diane finished with the fact that Jason and Cameron were supposed to be on the plane where her colleague had dropped them off and headed back to Port Charles.

Cameron would have his day in court after Thanksgiving if Tom could not get the charges dropped completely.

"Well thank you for everything you have done." Elizabeth said trying to get off the phone. She could not hold it together much longer. "Diane?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any idea who this judge is and why he would be so intentionally cruel to Cam?"

"Actually, I think you should probably ask Jason about that. I'll talk to you soon okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Bye Diane and thanks again." Elizabeth was barely audible over the phone and Diane could tell the mother of three was barely holding it together.

"Get some sleep, the boys will be home soon and you know Jason…everything will be fine. Bye."

Elizabeth hung up the phone and the flood gates opened. She cried for her son, she cried for herself. She cried for her husband but she cried mostly because once again, she had no idea what was going on. She felt out of control. She felt like an outsider in her own children's lives.

Elizabeth tried to hide the tears, furiously wiping at her face when she heard the door open and shut. She listened as Jason gave Cameron instructions to go take a shower then get some sleep. Cameron asked what he was going to tell Elizabeth and true to form Jason replied with, "I'll think of something. I'll handle it. Don't worry about your Mom, son."

And that's just what he did. He handled his wife. He skirted the issue and changed the subject. He had it under control and he didn't want her worrying about it. Cameron's charges would be dropped before he ever got back to Maryland. Cam would be staying until after Thanksgiving and Max had some of his men going to secure the apartment and bring anything Cameron needed to Port Charles. They would also be finalizing the roommate's eviction from the apartment.

All she had to do is enjoy the extra time her son would be home. He kissed her tear stains off of her cheeks and held her while she cried some more. He covered her up with the old, worn and torn yellow afghan. He had finally lulled her to sleep by reading from a travel book about The Galapagos Islands while skimming his hands up and down her back. He made breakfast for Ella and Jake before they left for school. He then returned to the couch and pulled her half on top of him so he could stretch out. He didn't even bother with carrying them to bed. It had been a long night and having her in his arms under her favorite yellow afghan was all he needed.