Tony Lothario's Blog #7
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Bad set for me. No matter what number it is. Again, I'll share with Don; will go further than that, he has to help me out here.

I considered naming this piece deception. But that's not fair, and it's not really descriptive. Self deception, another word for denial. I love you, Gen. Will at least start out with that.

Bad set for me. No matter what number it is. Again, I'll share with Don; will go further than that, he has to help me out here.

I considered naming this piece deception. But that's not fair, and it's not really descriptive. Self deception, another word for denial. I love you, Gen. Will at least start out with that.
It started out completely fabulous. Monday morning, and Gen got into something beautiful. I got the stupid suit out and put it on.

"This is it," I told her. "I'm not going back on this. We go downtown and get the license. We're married."

"It can't happen soon enough for me," she said.
The courthouse was pretty deserted for a Monday morning. Gen stood around, looking nervous, while I went up to the clerk. "I need a marriage license," I told her.

"Fill out the green form. It's $25."

I filled out the green form. Signed it. Gen signed it, long, careful signature; but she winked at me when she finished. "Last time I sign my name like that," she whispered.
The magistrate stuck his head out the door and whipped through a quick, legal, completely dry paragraph -- about the most unromantic ceremony imaginable. Again, I felt bad for Gen -- she deserved something more elaborate than this -- but she was smiling. "Congratulations," he said, and went back into his office.

Well, damn. Didn't even say anything about the rings. I stared at her, nonplussed.

"Just put it on my finger," Gen told me, starting to laugh. "Say something."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, love."
She took the ring she had for me and slipped it on.

"With this ring," she whispered to me, "I thee wed, Antonio Lothario."
My girl, my best and only girl. I think it was the longest drive back I'd ever had, although I'm sure I drove faster than I'd ever driven before. Before I opened the door, I pulled her up close to me and whispered, "How many babies do you want?"

"Well, it's traditional to start with one..."
Laughing, I picked her up, got her inside, pulled off the coat, and told her, "You have about one minute to get out of that dress."

"I'll need two minutes -- I've got a surprise for you."
Got out of that suit as soon as I could -- hate that thing -- but she took more than two minutes to get into the bedroom. However, when she came back through the door she was wearing some kind of lacey lingerie -- totally different for Gen.

"God, you are beautiful! Where'd you get that?"
"This? This, Tony, is why I went shopping..."

All right, I give in. I won't complain about her shopping again.
Or anything else for that matter.

Really, people, you don't get to see the rest.

Don get's his piece here. Leave me alone for a while.
I got up the morning after I met Cat and decided, ok, got to at least tie the hair back. Find some clothes. Dug around and found something. It was probably too early for Cat to be there, but I was going to check it out anyway. Like all nightclubs, it was pretty deserted before lunch. There was a little shop there, though, so I went up to the clerk and said, "Hey, is Cat Sterling here?"

"Not sure," he said. "She might have gone home -- no there she is."
The steel elevator opened, and there she was, not dressed like something out of a fantasy anymore, but still beautiful. She saw me right away, looked surprised. "Hi," she said. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"Good thing or bad thing?"

"Oh, good thing," she laughed. "Very good thing." She paused, and added, "You tied up your hair. I like it. Is that for me?"
"I guess you'll have to find out."

"Oh really? I don't have to be a detective to figure that one out."

I laughed. I really liked the woman. "You want to go somewhere for lunch?" I asked her.
"Don," she said. Said it like she was trying it out, like a new car. Smiled again. "I've been up all night and I'm pretty funky and tired, but if you're willing, we can have something to eat upstairs." "Your place again," I said, "that has to stop."

"Well, it's not going to stop today," she laughed. "I'm a wreck! If you can put up with sitting at the same table with me the way I am now, it'll have to be here."
The place was at the top of the building, glass walls, fantastic view of nothing since the place was way out at the edge of the city.

"You were here all night?" I asked her. I wanted to ask about Alcaide, but figured that had to wait.
"I'm almost a workaholic," she said. "I never get out of this place except to sleep. Nick's here most of the day and I'm usually here most of the night.. It's not finished yet -- we've got two empty floors." "You can't live like that. Come on, you have to get out. Let me take you somewhere." The waiter brought the food. That told me something about the state of my nerves, and I don't have nerves about talking to a woman. But I'd ordered cake; I don't even like cake, and he brought something big enough to feed a party of 5 year olds.

Cat looked at it. "Sweet tooth?" she asked.

I said, laughing, "Must have read the menu wrong."
Cat smiled. "I was on a date once with someone I really liked and I ordered shrimp. I'm allergic to shrimp. At least if you took a bite of that, you wouldn't break out in hives. Hard to cover up that kind of mistake." "You think I ordered cake because I like you?"

"Well," she said, "don't you? Any other reason you're here?"
"None," I said.

She wasn't sitting there with me because the feeling wasn't mutual. And I didn't feel like playing games.

"What about you?"
Big smile. Leaned toward me and said in that voice I love, "I'm fascinated... don't blow it. I won't forgive you if you blow it."

We sat there looking at each other for a second or two, then she said, "Come on, come downstairs with me. I feel like dancing."
As soon as we got downstairs, she looked at the DJ and made some kind of quick gesture, take it down, I guess. He changed what he was playing, put on something slow. Even when I met Ellen, I hadn't had that kind of reaction. Cat let me hold her close.

"You," I whispered, "are beautiful."

"Scared?" she said.
"I told you last night you don't scare me, girl."

"You think you scare me?"

I laughed. "I bet you eat most men like potato chips -- no, I don't think you're scared of me."
It was still almost deserted in the place, empty enough for me to feel comfortable holding her close. "I'm taking you out tonight," I told her. "You're not working. You give me your address and I'll get you at eight."

"You better dress nice," she said. "I'm picky."

"I like picky women."
Everyone but the DJ had cleared out. I went for it.

"Are you going to slap me if I kiss you?"
"I'm going to slap you if you don't," she said. Good, better, sweeter, warmer, softer than I'd imagined... and I'm imagined a lot last night...

No idea what I'm doing or where I'm going with this, but I'm not going to lose it. I walked out of there thinking, this is going to be mine. All mine. Don't know how I'm going to do it. I'm not stupid, despite what some people think -- she was up on the edge of being out of my league, and I wasn't sure she wasn't playing with me -- but I was going to do it one way or the other.

Letting Tony take it.
Two weeks later, Gen and I met Don for dinner downtown. Of course, by that time we'd told everyone we're married -- Don was one of the few who didn't seem to think there was anything strange about the way we'd done it. Gen looked gorgeous -- I guess she's in some kind of dress up phase. Don and I looked pretty ragged in comparison.

"You didn't take a call from Cat, did you, Tony?" she asked me. "I keep leaving her messages but she hasn't called me back."

"No, not a thing."
"Well, she sleeps most of the day since she works nights," Don said casually. "That's probably why."

Ginny stared at him. "And how would you know that?" I looked at my cousin. Stepped into it up to the hip this time, Don, I thought, amused. I've no idea how he hooked up with Gen's friend, but then, that's Don. I waited for the explosion.

"I met her," he said.
"You met her. You met my friend. Do NOT tell me you are going out with Cat! She would NEVER go out with someone like you!"

She needs to cut him some slack -- he really had been trying to clean up his life. I was increasingly uncomfortable with the open hostility. "Come on, Gen," I said.
"Yeah, well, I guess you're wrong about that," Don told her. "She did. She is. Let's see, every day for two weeks? Would that count as going out for you?" "You can't do that! You can't go out with a friend of mine! Does she know what you are?! Tony, tell him to stop going out with her!"

Now, that's ridiculous. It didn't even sound like Gen.
I looked at Don and said dryly, "Stop going out with her." "Sure thing, Tony. I'll tell her you said so."

Don had a smile on his face, but it was forced. I wondered if whatever he had going with whoever this woman was might be something serious. Two weeks isn't a long time, but I was crazy about Gen after only a couple of dates.
He leaned over the table towards her, the smile gone. "Look," he said, "I'm sorry. I made mistakes. I can't go back in time and fix it. But I'll see who I want to see and I don't give a damn what you think about it. Sorry, Tony -- think I've lost my appetite. I'll see you later."

I'd lost mine, too. I think I was as tired of this as he probably was.
I try very hard to keep my temper in a box on the shelf, and it's a significantly secure box, but the lid cracked open before we got home.

"That was an ugly scene, Gen."
"There was no 'scene'! I hate him! I do not like him messing around with a friend of mine! It makes me sick!" "He's right -- it's none of your business who he goes out with!"

"You're defending him?! I can't believe this! That creep is probably after his own son's girlfriend!"

We were screaming at each other. "Stop it!" I yelled at her. "That's way out of line!"
Gen was breathing hard, furious -- I'd seen her angry with me before, but not like this.

"I'm not going to allow him to con a friend of mine!" she shouted. "I'm sorry his wife died -- but if she hadn't died, he had every intention in the world to cheat on her and you know it! He can't keep it zipped up if his life depended on it!"

Poor choice of words. If anything, it made me even angrier. Ellen's death had just about crushed Don. Wrong move, Gen. Don't talk about zippers and someone's life in the same breath when a man's wife died.
"You think I've never done anything either?! I'm no Prince Charming, and he's like my brother, Gen! And he's been trying and you keep up this thing, this whatever it is, no matter what he does! I'm sick of it!" For a second I thought she was going to hit me, which would have been interesting, not sure how I would have reacted. I was pretty hot. I wouldn't have hit her back -- but anything short of that, I don't know. Thrown her in the pool maybe. Fancy dress and all. "I will find Cat," Ginny said, almost a hiss, "and I will tell her what he is!"

"Fine. Go for it. They're adults -- you can't control her and you sure can't control Don. And you don't control me, either, Gen! If you don't know that by now, you need to learn it!"
She walked off.

This is asinine, I thought. I'm fighting with my wife over DON? Who is actually in control here? Obviously not me if I let this go on.

Put the temper back in the mental box, shut it hard.
"Ginny..." I went up to her, held her. She was shaking. "Come on, it's not worth fighting about."

"I know," she whispered. "I just can't help it...and I'm tired."

"Then go to bed, sweetheart."
"Will you come with me?"

I thought about it, but I didn't want to, not right then. I was in no mood to let her drive me in any direction, even one I might want to go in.

"In a minute," I said. "Not right now."
If it bothered her, she didn't show it. Always impressive self-control, well, usually impressive. She didn't stand out tonight.

I wanted to go hit the pool table, but the sound would probably keep her up, and I'm not a beast. I sat down and started writing, writing nothing. Couldn't focus -- adreniline still cracking through me like lightning. I hate that temper of mine -- it controls me, not the other way around.

Strange thing, too -- something doesn't look right about this blog. Don cut if off at an odd place last time. I'm no professional, but I'm pretty good, and I started poking at it. Until I got sick of it, couldn't crack it, and went to bed. Suspicious. Uneasy. Angry.

I'll let Don take it again. Yeah, I get moody, and I was in very bad mood at that point.
I was struggling with things. Cat was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman, but the logistics were driving me nuts. I was driving back and forth, going downtown late, driving back. I was not going to leave that kid of mine alone. Gabe brought over another girl, this one someone he wanted to introduce to me, which was unusual.

"Dad," Gabe said, "this is Amanda."

All right. Amanda. The one they'd sent over to talk to Rafe because she was irrestible or something. It bothered me. Wasn't that girl his best friend's girl?
I grabbed him before he left for school the next morning. "Gabe, isn't Amanda going out with Josh?" He smiled at me. "Not now." "You snagged your best friend's girlfriend," I said, just to be sure.

He smiled again, scratched one bare foot against the other. "Yeah, I guess I did. She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"But Gabe, you've been friends with Josh since you were little kids! That's not right! Damn it, do not use me as a model!"
"He couldn't hold onto her. She wanted me. I want her. That's it. Josh'll get over it. Calm down, Dad. Josh knew he probably couldn't keep her. And he's so scared of her Dad that was thinking of breaking up with her anyway."

Didn't know Amanda's parents, but I thought it was kind of strange that Josh would break up with a girl because he was scared of her dad. Didn't believe it. "That's a load of BS," I said.

He smiled. "You haven't seen him. He makes Holly's dad look like a bunny rabbit. And you're not such a bad model -- you take pretty good care of me... I gotta go get a shower and get dressed. Talk to you later."

Turning it over to Tony.
Tony picking it up. The last of the winter weather finally left, thank god, I hate the cold.

Don gave me a call that morning and asked if I would meet him and the mysterious Cat person downtown that afternoon. Without Gen. That was fine, but Gen had been unhappy for weeks because of Cat.

"Hey," I said to her, "I'm going to meet Don this afternoon."
"Fine," she said shortly.

Very carefully, I said, "You were on the phone a long time today. Talk to Cat again?"
And she immediately blew up in my face. "She laughed at me! This is the fourth time I've tried to talk her out of seeing your stupid cousin, and she laughed at me!" I overlooked the 'stupid cousin' comment, but then I laughed at her, too. And instantly felt guilty; it was as if I'd slapped her.
"Ginny," I told her, "I'm sorry, but you're the only one who is so concerned about it. For crying out loud, the woman owns a nightclub, more than one of them. She's hardly naive."

"It just drives me crazy!"
Everything had been driving her crazy lately. And she'd been sick --

Idiot, I suddenly thought. If this was what I thought it could be, it was wonderful, although if she spent the next 8 months snarling at me all the time, it was going to be a personal challenge to ignore it.

"Gen," I said, "could you be pregnant? Maybe that's why everything is bothering you so much. You don't feel well."

"Maybe," she said in a quieter voice. "I'm going to check tomorrow."
I kissed her, hoping that was it for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was I missed the woman I married. Don was waiting when I got there.

"So what's going on?" I asked him. "Where is she? At this point, she's the flashpoint between me and Gen."

"She'll be here."
"Hi, sorry I'm late," someone said.

I looked up. Beautiful blonde, tall, long legs, wearing something similar to one of my sister Cammie's outfits, only darker and I don't mean in color. I was immediately surprised that Gen would have a friend like that.
We chatted for a while. The chemistry between the two of them was so strong I could almost taste it in the air like ozone. And although she was friendly, I was definitely the third wheel in the group. It made me uneasy, not because I wasn't pleased that my cousin had met someone with whom he was obviously besotted, but because I couldn't see how he could manage the situation. After about half an hour, she excused herself for a minute, and I decided I had to go ahead and tell Don what I thought.

"Don," I said, trying to phrase it carefully, "I can't see how you are going to make this work. This woman is not like Ellen. She's not going to fit seamlessly into your life. She manages a nightclub. At night. How are you going to go out with her and still keep track of Gabe?"
He looked away, then said, "I don't know. I'm having problems making it work. Gabe's pressing me harder and harder. If Nick Alcaide would work the nights, it would be a lot easier." "But he's part owner, right? Not an employee. She can't make him work nights if he doesn't want to do it. Does he want to?" Don stared out the window. "No, I don't think he does. He's got a girl, and looks like he wants to stay with her at night. I can't compromise, and I don't know if she will." "Then how are you going to do this?"

"I don't know, Tony!" he said, and he sounded frustrated. "But I'm not giving up! This is -- I don't know, this is something I can't give up!"

"Just ask her to hire someone to manage the nightshift then. Have you even talked to her about it?"
"No," he said, "I haven't."

Over his shoulder, I saw Cat coming back. "Then you need to do it," I told him. "Looks like you're in love, Don. Talk to her."
Cat came back, slid into the chair, so I shut up. Don looked uncomfortable and immediately reached out and grabbed her hand again. It had started to get late, and I was tired and irritable, and, to tell the truth, a little bored. I looked out the window over Don's shoulder,and right there in front of the restaurant was Eden. I hadn't seen her since the day we broke up. She was shouting at a teenage boy whom I couldn't see clearly from where I sat.

"Look, Don, there's Eden. I didn't know she was back in town. Wonder who she's screaming at."

Don's expression changed, froze. He glanced out the window then back at me. "Ah, Tony --"
The boy reacted to whatever she was saying with an angry gesture, then turned and strode off. And I saw him clearly.

I knew him. I'd never met him, never seen him, didn't know he existed, but I knew him.
I stood up, so fast I stumbled over the chair. "Who is that?" I said. I thought I said it to myself, but apparently not.

"Tony!" Don said. "Wait a minute!"
I got out the door before he could say anything more. I was headed toward the boy, who had stopped and was staring at me, but Eden got in the way.

"Oh my god," she snapped. "You people are like gum on my shoe, I just can't scrape you off!"

I wanted to grab her by the throat and strangle her, but I managed to say, in something like a civil voice, "Hello, Eden. Want to introduce me?"
"No, I'm not going to introduce you! Rafe, let's go!" He ignored her, walked up to me, looked at her and said in a cold voice, "Real bad photo you showed me of your first husband, mother. REAL bad photo, wasn't it? But not bad enough. Tony Lothario, isn't it?" I don't know how I could even speak. He was my child, undoubtedly. That one night, the night before everything came apart, that had to be it. I'd wondered why she agreed it to; I still didn't know what was going on, but she'd had some plan in place.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, it is."

"Rafe!" she shouted. "Do not talk to him! We are leaving!"
"Give me your hand," he said to me.

Stunned, I held it out, and he wrote something on it, gave me a long, interested look, then went with her.

I looked down -- it was a cell phone number.
All I could do was watch them walk away. Both Don and Cat had come out by then. "Tony?" my cousin said.

I turned on him. "Did you know anything about this?"
"Not anything for sure. Gabe met the kid and showed me a photo back in the winter, but that's it." "Since winter?!" I'd started to lose it. "You saw the resemblance! That's my son, Don! She's stolen my son! Not a car or a couch, my child!" "Yeah, well, Tony, you can't stand out here on the street and scream about it. And I don't know what you can do, that's why I didn't say anything." Cat stepped between us and gave me a brief, light hug. "Sugar," she said calmly, "it's already in motion. The boy -- what's his name?"

"Eden called him Rafe."
"Rafe knows. You know. He'll go home and confront Eden and the man he thought was his father. Word will leak out. They're public figures. You need to think about what you're going to do when the truth comes out."

"I can't just sit at home and wait!"

"Oh yes, you can. That's exactly what you have to do. You can't go up and demand she give him back like a puppy she took. It's too late. He has to be involved."
I was breathing hard, but it made sense, I guess. Don was standing there looking like Don, like he'd made the wrong decision again. Which, as far as I'm concerned, he had. You can't make decisions about someone else's life like that -- he had no right to do that.

I looked at her. "Cat, I have to say something to you. It looks like the two of you have something pretty strong going on, but you know what my cousin's situation is."

"Tony!" Don said sharply, wincing.
I didn't know the woman; she might have taken it the wrong way. But apparently she didn't.

"I know," she said. "We'll figure it out."
The last light was fading. I grabbed Don quickly, said, "Take care of yourself," and started for my bike. The street lights switched on even before I got to it.

I didn't know where I was going, anywhere, not home, not right then, but I had to think.

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#24MoriaGApr 13, 2007

another great chapter in tony and don life. gosh i really hate the exwife.

#25lilqueennbriApr 14, 2007

That was so good. I cant wait for the next chapter. Ill be looking out. I hope Gen isnt going to be mad that he already has a child. And I hope shes pregnant. If I could Id give it a 10.0. \:D

#26Apr 14, 2007

OMG, Tony is unbelievably HOT\:wub\: \:wub\: . I've just read all of your work, and I think Gen will stand by him. Tell you right now, I'll come up with a sim girl for him right now, any day , any time, he is the hottest thing I've seen here! Not just looks, but my goodness, what a personality!\:wub\:

#27May 1, 2007

I'm glad Tony saw Rafe, that needed to happen. Good Story!

#28LlyrielMay 18, 2007

\:wub\: Wow. Wow. Wow. I think I'm out of words now... going through each one of them in a straight line, just wanna get to the next one!!! Bye now!

#29Downtimegirl91Jun 21, 2007

very long,but nice

#30Jul 7, 2007

Love it. \:D Cat is way cool. I really hope that Tony can work it out with Gen.

#31ZayuryNov 26, 2007

\:rah\: Oh Rafe! I feel so sad for both Rafe and Tony to have been separated so long from each other because of Eden! \:\( I forgot to mention on the previous chapter how absolutely HOT Nick looks! Wow! I'm still drooling, lol! \:P FANTASTIC STORY! \:rah\:

#32KenvjoFeb 25, 2008

I am hanging on to every word! Onto the next chapter\:rah\:

#33Sarebear728May 31, 2008

You never cease to amaze me, especially when it comes to your addictive writing style.

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