Ties That Bind: Ch. 22 by Blue Eyes

April 25, 2014
Republisher’s Note: I’m sorry, but this is a sad one. It’s also one of a group that was popular for awhile to work the Stenz actors who played Michelle and Danny, or at least their names into the story. This chapter as the best doctor being Paul Stewart.

Ties That Bind: Ch. 22 by Blue Eyes 

The suddenly stormy weather sent a flash of light streaking across the night darkened sky. It seemed almost ironic that the storm outside had erupted at almost the precise moment her own personal storm had begun to tear through her soul. The tears burning trails down her cheeks fell in sync with the drops of rain gliding down the window pane before her. Standing in front of this window now, watching the fury of nature, her mind gave her a much needed reprieve and transported her away from this night, away from this nightmare. She could go back, couldn’t she? If she just closed her eyes she could envision herself sitting on the swing in her backyard, her bare toes brushing through the lush green grass below her as she watched her children play. Their laughter echoed in her ears as their father pushed their swings higher and higher through the air. Then he was there, by her side. She could feel his warm hands encompassing hers, their fingers interlacing. So much love and passion radiated from his eyes. Those eyes. Sometimes she thinks she fell in love with his eyes long before she knew she loved him. But then again, in her heart she felt like she’d always loved him and she’ll love him forever. “till death do us part.” Her body shuddered at the memories now plaguing her mind. She could still hear his voice the day he spoke those very words to her. Their wedding day. Even then, though her head was telling her this man didn’t truly love her and she would never love him, her heart already knew. This man completed her. He was her soulmate. People search their entire lives looking for their one, but never find what they long for. She was one of the few lucky ones in this world. She found her one, her one and only forever. “till death do us part.” After all this time, after everything they had endured, everything they had fought so hard for, here they were. In some ways she felt like the same scared girl he had saved that night on the docks. That night, hearing the gun shot, then feeling her body being slammed to the ground. For several minutes, she hadn’t known whether she was dead or alive. She had felt nothing. Her body was numb. But he was there with her, whispering comforting words in her ears, assuring her that he would protect her,he would take care of her. And he did, from that moment on. And now here she stood. A little over eight years after that life altering night and she felt like no time had passed. Yet it felt like a lifetime ago. But this time he wasn’t here.”Michelle?”The strained voice calling out to her drew her back to the present, back to the reality she had been trying to escape. She felt two strong hands gently kneading the twisted muscles in her shoulders. Couldn’t she just close her eyes again and let her mind transport her back to a time when these could be her husband’s hands comforting her? Her body needed to feel his touch. Her eyes needed to see his beautiful face. Her heart needed to feel his love.”Michelle?”Reality was too strong of a pull. No matter how much she wanted to turn and run the other way, there was no escape. This was her life. This was her greatest nightmare.

“Hey, you need anything?”

Her body reluctant, she finally turned to see his eyes. Those piercing dark eyes, full of so much pain, but so much love. Those eyes, so similar to the eyes of her husband. Ray. Her husband’s beloved cousin. His best friend. The godfather to their children. She knew how much he loved Danny and she knew how much he was hurting. The pain was written all over his face.

“How are you holding up?”

She swallowed hard, trying in vain to find the air that would allow her voice to somehow find its way to the surface.

“I don’t know,” she finally managed to whispered. “I’m numb.”

“Well, that might not be such a bad thing right now,” he sighed, bowing his head. “Feeling your heart being torn in two is almost too much to bear.”

“What am I going to do, Ray?” she mumbled, her eyes staring off into the distance. “How do I do this?”

“Do what?” he questioned, his fingertips gently lifting her chin. “What do you mean?”

“How do I live?” her tortured eyes found his once again.

“You find a way,” his hands braced the sides of her face. “You look deep inside your soul and you find the strength Danny’s love gives you. You find your faith that will sustain you. And you think of those two children, those children who will forever be a part of you and a part of Danny. And you never let go.”


Her heart pounding painfully against her chest, she willed her body to move away from Ray and cross the room toward her brother. More tortured eyes showered her with sympathy and regret. She couldn’t take this anymore. Her heart literally ached with each thump. No matter where his words took her, she had to go, she had no choice.

“He’s out of surgery.” Rick looked down at her, trying to read her face to see if her mind was allowing his words to register. She finally looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to continue. She had to know.

“The bullet didn’t pass through, so they had to go in and remove it. They also had to remove his spleen. He’s stable, but Michelle, he lost a lot of blood and he’s extremely critical. You know, you know there’s a chance…”

Her eyes were trained on his lips. She heard the words coming from his mouth, her medical training understanding every detail. How many times had she been in this kind of situation? How many times had she been the one delivering these details to a desperate family? But this was different. This time she was on the other side of the equation. This time it was someone she loved fighting for his life. This time it was the man she loved more than her own life. This time it was her life that felt like it was ending.


Their voices vibrated in her ears as her feet began to stumble backwards, moving her body away from them, back deeper into the dimly lit room. Suddenly she felt the air leaving her chest and found herself gasping for breath.

“Sit down,” Rick demanded as each man grabbed an arm and ushered her down into the cold vinyl chair by the window.


“Lean forward and put your head down,” Rick ordered. “Now try to calm down and take a slow deep breath.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the glare of the overhead florescent lights as the brightness coupled with her sudden lack of air made her head swim. After several minutes, she felt her lungs burning, oxygen slowing returning and her labored breathing finally eased into a steady rhythm. With some effort, she raised her body into an upright position as both men trained their worried eyes on her.

“You okay?” Ray’s voice pleaded with her.

She nodded as she turned her head back to her brother, her eyes urging him to tell her everything. Knowing her look, his shaky voice continued. Paul Stewart did the surgery, so you know Danny had the best. Paul said he would come out and talk to you in a few minutes. Danny’s still in recovery, but they will be moving him to ICU soon.

Without warning, Michelle leapt to her feet and stumbled toward the hallway. “The kids,” she muttered almost incoherently. “I need to check on the kids.”

“Wait,” Ray raced after her, his hands reaching for her trembling body. “I just talked to Abby before I came to find you and they are fine. They don’t know anything about what is going on. They think Danny’s working and you had to come in to check on a patient. Frank put a few more officers outside the house, so they’re safe. You don’t have to worry about them.”

“What about Danny?” her voice shook. “What if whoever did this to him comes back? I need to call Frank and tell him to get someone here to protect Danny.”

“He took care of that too,” Rick explained. “There is a uniformed officer who will stay with him until he gets to ICU and then he’ll guard the door. Everyone is being watched, now you just have to worry about yourself.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head vehemently. “I have to worry about my husband. I have to worry about my kids. I have to find some way to tell them what happened to their father.”

“Michelle, why don’t we wait and see what happens before you upset the kids,” Rick began.

“You mean wait and see if Danny dies?” her sharp eyes cut across the room. “No, Rachel is going to know something is wrong. She probably already knows.”

The three of them turned at the sounds of commotion coming from just down the hall.

“Where is my son? I demand to know where my son is!”

In a moment, the voice finally had a face, though Michelle had already known. She had heard that angry voice on more than one occasion. It was a voice she didn’t think she could ever forget, no matter how hard she tried.


“Michelle,” her head snapped around as she quickly closed the distance between them, Bill and Pilar quick on her heels. “Where is Daniel? Where is my son?”

Michelle was silent for a moment, not sure if her mouth could form the words to explain something to her husband’s mother, something she didn’t even understand herself. Rick, noticing her silence, took the initiative and repeated what he had told Michelle just moments earlier.

“How bad is it?” Pilar’s voice quivered.

“He’s critical,” Rick sighed, resting his hands on Michelle’s shoulders. But they did retrieve the bullet, which is good.”

“I knew something wasn’t right,” Michelle finally muttered.

“What are you talking about?” Carmen snapped.

“When Danny left the house earlier tonight something told me to not let him leave,” her voice shook. “Frank said they found him at the warehouse where Justin was held. He went there looking for answers because I was scared. I was scared they were going to come after Justin again. Why did I let him go? I should have made him stay at the house with us.”

“This is not your fault, Michelle,” Bill sighed. “Danny wanted answers and nothing you could have said would have stopped him. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen.”

“Paul,” Rick interrupted, as the young surgeon approached the group.

Michelle broke loose of the stronghold Rick and Ray held on her arms and moved closer to the newest member of the assembled group. “How is he, Paul? How’s Danny?”

Deep penetrating eyes stared back at her as he fought for the words to say. Michelle looked into his dark brown eyes and she saw it again, she saw pity and regret. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want anyones pity or sympathy. All she wanted was her husband.

“He’s being moved to ICU as we speak,” he sighed deeply. “I’m assuming Rick has already shared the information I gave him earlier. My biggest concern right now is the internal bleeding. Danny lost a lot of blood and we had to give him a number of transfusions. Unfortunately, Danny has ‘A’ negative blood type, which is rare and the blood bank is running low. So if any of you can, we really need someone to donate some of their blood.”

“I can do it,” Michelle demanded. “I’ll go down to the lab right now.”

“I will too,” Carmen interjected. “I’ll give my son whatever he needs.”

“Great,” Paul began. “Michelle, if you and Mrs. Santos will head down to the lab, I’ll call them and let them know you are on your way.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “Rick, as soon as I’m done in the lab, tell the nurses I’m going in to see him.”

“I’ll take everyone else down to the blue unit waiting room and we’ll meet you there,” he began. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay down there? You want me to come with you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Take everyone to the waiting room and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She turned to her silent mother-in-law. “Carmen. You ready?”

Carmen slowly nodded and followed Michelle toward the elevator. They walked in silence as they stepped through the doors that would take them down to the third floor laboratory. Carmen shifted her eyes at Michelle finding the irony in this situation. Danny had always tried to get them to do things together and now he had finally succeeded.

“Michelle,” Carmen called after her as she stepped off the elevator.

Michelle’s weary body turned to face the woman who had been the source of so much pain in her life, but who now shared an unexpected bond with her.

“I know we’ve had our differences,” she began, her voice tight with emotion as the tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. “But I love my son and I would do anything for him.”

Michelle slowly nodded her heavy head. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”

“You go in,” she motioned with her head. “I just want to collect myself before I go in.”

Michelle nodded and pushed the heavy door open with her shoulder as Carmen watched the door close began her. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, the cold mask fell over her face once again. Her eyes scanning the hallway in front of and behind her for any sign of intruders, her fingers forcefully pushed the necessary buttons on the phone.

“Dietz,” she snapped when the other line was answered. “Where is Mick? I don’t care! You find him now. My Daniel is lying in the hospital barely hanging on. You find Mick and you tell him, he got his brother shot and it is his responsibility to take care of this matter. He knows what he has to do. And I want to see him as soon as its finished.”

Dietz assured her he would find Mick and pass along her instructions.

“You will receive justice, Danny,” she muttered into the air. “I promise you, you will. And your brother is going to be the one to give it to you.”

Ties That Bind: Ch. 21 by Blue Eyes

April 24, 2014

Republisher’s Note: Sadly we’re picking up this story near the end. Mick didn’t die, he’d been to prison and Danny feels the need to help him when he gets out. Mick paid him back by kidnapping his and Michelle’s son, Justin. Even though I don’t have a lot of the story, I want to share what we have.

Ties That Bind: Ch. 21 by Blue Eyes

Danny steered his car into the deserted parking lotthe same parking lot Michelle had been to just the night before. Images of her face full of pain and fear plagued his mind along with the happiness he had just witnessed at their house. Switching the ignition off, he squinted as the setting sun reflected off his side mirror, blinding him for a moment. It probably wasn’t a smart thing to summons Carlos to a meeting, especially in broad daylight. But he was tired of his family being in limbo, always worrying when something else was going to happen. No, they couldn’t live that way, not anymore. One way or another, this would all end tonight.

Slamming the car door shut behind him, he entered the side door of the warehouse, surveying his surroundings. His eyes danced across the cracks in the hard cement floor, imagining his son there, cold and alone and scared. What had happened to him here? What had they done to him? He shook his head back and forth trying to get those thoughts out of his head. He wanted to be under control when Carlos showed up and with this train of thought he was more likely to beat the hell out of him the moment he walked through the door. Why had Carlos been so careless to allow his goons to use this place to keep Justin captive? Despite his hatred for the man, Danny knew he was a very intelligent man. You had to be to stay alive in this business. All the families knew the Sandoval family had used this place for years to store all kinds of stolen goods which now included kidnapped children. The Sandovals could push him around all they wanted, but now they had messed with his son,his family. He had kept his cool all these years for Michelle and his children’s sake, allowing his mother to fight these battles for him. But this time they had gone too far. This time it was his turn to push back.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, he jerked his head around, the anger boiling up again at just the right time. This was a battle he was ready to fight. A battle that would end this war once and for all. The image slowly entered the building, the footsteps easing closer and closer, stepping through the shadows cast by the setting sun. His eyes squinting trying to bring the image into focus, suddenly widened as the realization of who was standing before him stabbed at his heart.

“Mick, what the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, shoving him back toward the door, hoping against hope that his first instincts about his brother were wrong. “Listen, you have to get out of here.”

“I can’t do that, Danny,” his voice barely audible as he locked eyes with his brother. “Carlos sent me.”

Danny dropped his hands to his sides as he swallowed, trying to get his dry throat to allow his breath to escape. The silence between them was unbearable as each waited for the other to speak. Stunned disbelief quickly evolved into anger again as Danny’s mind snapped, his voice finally exploding past his lips. “You were involved in this from the beginning, weren’t you?”

“It’s not what you think,” Mick began, nervously reaching toward Danny. “Give me a chance to explain.”

“Explain what?” he roared, throwing his arms into the air. “Explain how you took my son away from me? Explain how you watched me and Michelle for a week living in torment thinking we may never see our son again? And all along you stood by knowing exactly where he was!”

“Listen to me!” Mick shouted, his hands clasped in front of him, begging for a reprieve.

“Go ahead,” his voice shook with pent up rage, his hands planted firmly on his hips. “You go ahead and you explain this to me. Make me understand how you could do something like this to my family – to me.”

“God, I’m not even sure where to start,” Mick mumbled, bowing his head as he turned to pace. “I guess it all started years ago before I even went to prison.”

“I don’t give a damn about that,” Danny gripped the sleeve of Micks jacket, spinning him around forcefully. Danger glaring from his eyes, he pointed his finger in Mick’s face. “I want to hear about you kidnapping my son!”

“Just let me finish, please,” Mick pleaded as Danny pushed him away with a shove. “You know I was messing around with Nino and his drug contacts. Well, one night things got out of hand and I ended up killing one of the dealers. I don’t even remember exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew this guy,a friend of Nino’s, was calling someone in to help us dispose of the body. Within an hour the body was gone. Gone just like nothing had ever happened. I knew I was in too deep now. Whoever Nino’s buddy had called had me over the ropes and I knew I was tied to him forever. I hated losing any sense of power, but I knew how things worked. I still know how things work. There was no other way. If I was going to get on top, if I was going to have the power I wanted, I had to do whatever this guy told me. I never saw him,I never even met him until after I was in jail.”

“Mick,” Danny stopped his pacing to shoot him a look. “How does any of this relate to you taking my son?”

“This will all make sense, I promise. Just listen,” he continued, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his oversized leather coat. “One night Carlos got wind there was going to be a bust so he got Nino to set up his buddy to take the fall. There was some kind of bad blood between Carlos and this guy’s father and he wanted revenge. I didn’t know the whole situation then and I still don’t know all of it, but I knew how to play both sides so I helped Nino. That was the night, the night Michelle was with me. He paused to clear his throat. Something didn’t go right and this guy never showed. Me and Nino were the ones caught with the goods and, well you know the rest of the story about that night. After I was arrested, Nino told me who this guy was.”

Mick paused, looking up at his brother. Danny’s eyes continued to shoot daggers in his direction, impatiently waiting for him to continue. “Danny, the guy was David Grant. His father, the esteemed Dr. Charles Grant was the man holding me over the ropes. He was the man who was laundering money and using me and his son to set up drug deals for him.”

“What?” Danny grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re telling me that Charles Grant, a doctor and someone my wife has known since she was a little girl, is the leader of some kind of drug ring? And he helped you hide the corpse of a man you murdered?”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear to you, Danny, I am telling you the truth,” he pleaded, inching his way closer to his brother’s motionless body. “I don’t know what all happened between Carlos and Grant, but I heard both Dr. Grant and his son skipped town right after all this went down. I still can’t believe David Grant is a cop after everything he…”

“None of this explains why you kidnapped my son!” Danny snapped, cutting him off.

“Carlos came to me when I was still in prison with an offer,” Mick continued with a heavy sigh.

Danny’s head jerked up, staring into his eyes. “What did Carlos want with you?”

“He wanted you,” Mick mumbled. “He wanted you and he wanted San Corp. He was going to use me to make sure that happened.”

“What did he want from you?” his voice shook with anger.

“He had tried to get you to come on your own and when he realized you wouldn’t come willingly,” he decided to force your hand, Mick began.

“What the hell did he want you to do?” he repeated, his voice rising higher and higher.

“He wanted me to kill Michelle,” he spat.

Danny’s breath caught in his throat as he stumbled backwards. “Oh my God. I don’t….no, I can’t believe this.”

“I couldn’t do it, Danny,” Mick pleaded. “Yeah, I agreed initially but only because Carlos said he could get me out of prison if I did. Danny, I was dying in there, I had to get out. I would have made a deal with the devil to get out of that hell hole.”

“A deal with the devil, is exactly what you did,” Danny scowled at him. “How dare you bring this danger back into my family’s life?”

“He would have found someone else to do it,” Mick shook his head. “If I hadn’t agreed to do it, someone else would have. You know I’m right. He figured with Michelle out of the way, by my hands, it would be enough to push you over the edge and bring you back. But Danny, I couldn’t do it. Once I came back to town and saw you with Michelle and the kids, I saw how happy you were. I couldn’t take that away from you. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I couldn’t hurt her or you – not again. Then everything became clear the day Michelle mentioned Charles Grant being back in town. I knew I had my way out. Carlos wanted you, but he wanted Grant more. So I offered to bring him Grant in exchange that he never threaten you or Michelle or the kids again.”

“Then what the hell happened?” Danny threw his hands up in the air, tears of anger and emotion stinging the backs of his eyes. “My son was taken! For days I had no idea if he was alive or dead. How the hell do you explain that?”

“Grant was blackmailing me,” he sighed. “He found out Carlos wanted you and San Corp and he wanted to steal both right out from underneath him. He knew he had a connection to you through Michelle, so he was going to use her. He was going to get close to her, Danny, and use her to get to you. There’s no telling what he would have done to her, but when he found out I was back in town I guess he just decided it would be easier to use me. He threatened to tell the cops about the guy I killed if I didn’t help him get you involved. He knew all the details, he knew were the body was buried. He still had me over the ropes. He knew it and I knew it. I couldn’t go back to prison, Danny, I just couldn’t. Grant had to think I was going along with his plan if my plan with Carlos was going to work. So, yes I helped Grant kidnap Justin. I told him you and Michelle were out of town and I followed Abby to the park that day. But I swear to you, I never would have let anything happen to Justin. I never would have let anyone hurt him. I knew you would be upset, but I knew once Justin was home and all this was over, you would be safe, safe from Carlos, safe from Grant, your family would be safe. But yesterday I saw you and Michelle in the kitchen and for the first time I let myself really see how much pain you were in and I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. I called Carlos and told him I would hand over whatever information I had on Grant and I would return Justin to you.”

Danny shook his head as silence descended over the room, trying to process the words coming out of his brother’s mouth. He looked at the man before him and he no longer saw his brother,all he saw was the man who was responsible for taking his son away from him, the man who had put his wife through day after day of torture, the man who had taken away a degree of innocence from his children. Anger and hurt boiled over as he threw his fist into the air, slamming hard against Mick’s jaw. Caught off guard, he stumbled backwards as Danny grabbed the lapels of his coat, shaking his body with his hands.

“I should kill you right here and now, “Danny seethed as tears of anger finally spilled down his reddened face.

“And you’d have every right to,” he whispered. “I know you are angry with me, Danny, but I swear to you I was trying to protect you, all of you.”

“Protect us?” he half laughed, his fists gripping the leather jacket tighter. “You kidnap my son. You put my wife and my children in danger. And you expect me to believe you were trying to protect us?!”

“I wanted all of this to be over for you,” Mick’s voice broke with emotion. “Danny, I knew I was in this life for good, but I wanted you to be able to get out. I just wanted you to have the life you wanted, the life you deserve. I didn’t want you to fear for your family’s safety anymore.”

“What about that damn note you left behind, huh? Was that supposed to put our minds at ease?”

“Grant did that,” he sighed, trying to squirm from Danny’s grasp. “Danny, I didn’t know anything about that note until after you were already on your way to pick up Justin. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore. Carlos is taking care of Grant as we speak. He’s not a threat to you anymore, neither one of them are.”

“What about you?” he shouted, his grip easing as his hands pushed hard against Mick’s chest. “I let you come into my house with my wife and with my kids. After everything you did, I was still willing to give you another chance.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Danny,” Mick snapped, his own anger reaching the surface. “There was still a part of you that didn’t trust me.”

“With good reason, don’t you think?” his face contorted in rage. “You haven’t changed a bit! You’re still the worthless punk who cares about himself and no one else.”

“Have you heard a word I’ve said?” he crossed the room, pointing his finger in Danny’s face. “I did all of this for you, brother. I risked my life to make sure you and your family had the life you deserve! I never…”

His voice faded as he glanced over Danny’s shoulder, his eyes landing on the dark shadowy figure in the doorway. Seeing his brother’s eyes diverted and focused on something behind him, Danny whirled his body around as his eyes found the source of his brother’s distraction. Standing side by side, neither of them moved as the realization of the situation rained over their minds. His body finally finding the ability to move, Danny pushed Mick down to the hard cold floor, shoving him behind the stacks of large wooden crates and dove behind him just as the piercing sound of bullets ripped through the stifling air.


Michelle checked her watch for the tenth time over the past five minutes as she continued to pace in front of the large bay window in her living room. Rick entered the dimly lit room, watching her as she stopped pacing long enough to search the headlights that made their way down the dark street and continued past the house.

“You know, despite what you thought as a kid, you don’t really have magical powers. You can’t make his car appear just by staring out the window,” he chuckled.

“Ha, ha,” Michelle groaned, turning her head to find her brother with a smirk on his face. “I just don’t know where Danny is. He should have been home hours ago.”

“Did you try his cell phone?” he questioned, his hands gently massaging the tense muscles in her shoulders.

“Yeah,” she sighed, her eyes resuming their task of scanning the darkened street. He isn’t answering. He turns it off sometimes when he’s at the office working, but he said he wouldn’t be there long. He knows how important tonight is.”

“Come on,” he kissed the back of her head through her soft curls. “Everyone is in the family room, your son is of course eating up all this attention.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, bowing her head as the moonlight reflected off the brilliant diamond on her finger. Clenching her fist to her mouth, she laughed softly. “I know he’s loving that. You know, other than his reaction to the movie last night, he doesn’t seem to have any problems dealing with what happened.”

“Well, he’s a strong little boy,” he replied. “Who obviously inherited his mother’s ability to bounce back from anything.”

“He gets his strength from his father,” she whispered, turning around to face him. “Danny has been so great through all of this.”

“And so have you,” Rick affirmed. “Life has thrown you one curve ball after another, but you’ve hung in there and never let any of it change who you are. You’ve grown into such an amazing woman.I’m so proud of you, Michelle.”

She smiled as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. “Well, I think I have you to thank for that, big brother. It was really hard on me after Mom died, then Dad left. but you stayed, you never left me.”

“And I never will,” he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead as her arms rested against his back. “Speaking of pestering you,” he pulled her back as a soft giggle emerged from her lips.

“You don’t pester me.”

“Oh, don’t lie to me little sister,” he smiled. “You’ve told me on many occasions how annoying I can be.”

“Not annoying,” she winced. “Just overprotective.”

“Okay, then,” he began. “Here comes the overprotective side of me again.”  He lifted her chin with his fingertips as she lowered her eyes, knowing the lecture that was about to come. “You look really tired. You have to get some rest.”

“It hasn’t been easy,” her eyes returned to his. “The whole time Justin was gone, it just hurt too much every time I closed my eyes I would see my little boy. I thought last night would be better, but these nightmares just won’t let go.”

“You know you can take some more of those sedatives if you need to.”

“No,” she shook her head, rubbing unsteady hands over her face. “I don’t like the way I feel when I take those things.”

“You need to start taking better care of yourself, though,” Rick scolded. “Are you at least eating?”

She fell silent as she looked uncomfortably at him. “I haven’t had much of an appetite with everything going on. But don’t worry. Danny is at my side every time I turn around trying to shove some kind of food in my mouth. He’s taking care of me.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled. “You know I had my doubts about that man from the very beginning. And I know it took me a while to accept your marriage, but I have to admit it’s pretty obvious how much he loves you.” He rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head. “He must love you a lot if hes still hanging around after witnessing all your many moods and temper tantrums.”

“Stop it,” she laughed, punching his arm. “I am not moody. And I do not have temper tantrums!”

“Oh really,” he scoffed. “This coming from the same person who threw her Speak & Spell out her second floor bedroom window when she was eight.”

“Well, it wouldn’t do what I wanted it to do,” she defended shyly.

“But that wasn’t a temper tantrum?” he laughed. “I’m afraid, my dear sister, that both your children are going to inherit that quality from you.”

“Oh I know,” her eyes grew as she shook her head. “You should have seen Rachel a couple of months ago when I suggested throwing Betsy out and getting a new doll. You would have thought I told her to give all her toys away. She refuses to part with that doll, no matter how torn it gets.”

“I knew when I saw that doll in the store it had Rachel written all over it,” he smiled, draping his arm around her shoulder. “I told her Betsy would always keep the monsters away and whoever had Betsy in their arms would be protected from anything bad ever happening.”

“No wonder she held onto her so tight last week,” Michelle exhaled sharply. “That doll never left her sight.”

“Well, if you want, I’ll try to find Betsy’s sister for Christmas,” he smiled. “They have the same powers you know.”

“No, Betsy’s been good to my little girl,” she shook her head. “I think we can keep her around a little while longer. We may have to perform a few more surgeries on her, but I think she can make it.”

Michelle turned back toward the window as the shadow of headlights danced against the wall. “Danny?” she whispered, hoping her husband was finally home. As her eyes peered through the darkness, she saw a car she didn’t recognize pulling into her driveway. Without a word, she spun around with Rick on her heels as she headed for the front door. Flinging the door open, she saw a figure on the dimly lit stone pathway leading to her house. As the figure moved into the light, she saw Frank, concern etched deep on his face.

“Frank,” her stomach suddenly twisting in to knots. “I’m glad you could make it for Justin’s party. He’ll be so glad to…”

“Michelle, I’m not here for the party,” his voice as sullen as the look on his face.

“What is it?” she questioned, her voice quivering. “Did you find out something about the kidnapper?”

“No,” he shook his head sorrowfully. “We’re still waiting on forensics to send us their report.”

“What’s going on, Frank?” Rick moved closer, laying supporting hands on Michelle’s shoulders.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” his voice cracked with a whisper.

“No…no, “she shook her head slowly as her body fell limp against her brother’s chest, her heart knowing the next words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Please, please don’t tell me this.”

“There was a shooting and Danny…” he swallowed hard as her watched her collapse before his very eyes. “I’m so sorry, Michelle.”

Rick held her close as her body convulsed with each sob. Just when he thought this nightmare was over for her, another one was just beginning.

Why Ridge Forrester Shouldn’t Have Been Recast

April 23, 2014

I really think it was a mistake to recast Ridge Forrester on The Bold and the Beautiful. Before I go into my reasons why I do want to CLEARLY say that I don’t agree with Ronn Moss that he was irreplaceable in the role. The cardinal rule of a continuing drama is that they HAVE to continue. If you don’t want to play a role anymore and somebody wants to write for it, the role is going to be replaced and while there are a handful of people you are truly hardpressed to think of someone else who could do it as well, there are also of dozens of major characters today that are known and beloved that were once a recast for their role. Look at The Young and the Restless, Nikki, Jack, Jill all recasts, over at The Bold and the Beautiful Thorne, Felicia, Kristin, Donna, and Katie all recasts. Mannyacs own beloved Michelle was a recast and then another recast. In the larger world, role people successfully take on roles once played by greats like Sir Lawrence Olivier and Leslie Howard all the time. While the show definitely benefited from having that core of four characters (Eric, Stephanie, Ridge, and Brooke) that never were recast on a continuity front, none of them were irreplaceable. For Moss to say that he was is hubris and nothing more.

That said I still have problems with Ridge being recast. While I do have some issues with who they chose (see note below), I chiefly object to them recasting the role at all. Ridge is a character that has been over used and played out. You truly can’t invest in any pairing, particularly one created on fastforward, but ANY pairing he was involved in because the least little thing will make him flip. In recent years besides dumping Brooke over a text message she sent Deacon (which I will NOT even start on the many layered stupidity of that), he left Taylor at the altar after agreeing to marry her basically because he is apparently no longer capable of NOT being married, and now in five minutes time they’ve had him fall for Katie because of his great respect for her despite the great contempt he’d always had for her. Basically whoever Ridge is currently with they’re going to get dumped at least once in the next couple of months. YAWN! There is no rooting value left in Ridge as a male lead and precious little story unless they break out of the romantic entanglement mold which is all he’s done for the last few years. They’ve tried mightily to convince us Ridge is a new man in that he looks like he lost a decade or two while in Europe, they made up story where he actually had a friend he did things with, which we have NEVER seen him do, and they’ve taken the always highly visual and highly emotional Ridge (whether it was design work or showing a symbol of his love he always went with image not words) and turned him into a someone who appreciates poetry, is contemplative, and sensitive. In other words, they made him into another person, but his position in the story is the same and at this point incredibly weak.

People basically wanted Ridge with Katie to shut her up and get some payback from Bill and Brooke, but what do they do now? They’ve created two couples with little investment or rooting value and what’s next? Them flipping back already would be ridiculous, what do they think they are building to? I COULD see them using this mess to transform Ridge and Bill into this show’s Jack Abbott and Victor Newman or Jill Abbott and Kay Chancellor, but I don’t think they are really heading that way. People may think Jack-Victor is unbalanced, but as it stands now, Bill could take out Ridge with his eyes shut. Ridge’s only control over anything is that his daddy gave him a job. What story is left to play? Unlike Katie and Bill who always had tension and storyline potential in their relationship as they butted heads but wanted to keep the marriage together where is there drama coming from this? Would Bill or Brooke ever tell the other person not to do whatever they want to do? They will have to face opposition from the family, but as they’ve both already said they know that and don’t care, so that’s no drama. Meanwhile Ridge and Katie are constantly telling each other how wonderful they are. I could see Ridge getting sick of Katie not wanting to put her career on hold for him as his other wives always did, but it doesn’t seem like they’re going there. It’s like one of those bb games where you try to drop them all in the holes, the bbs are in their new holes, now what?

Alternatively they could have let Ridge rest longer. They could have had Thorne and Felicia get sick to death of Brooke’s family infesting their family business and struggled for control, Thorne and Felicia versus Rick, Brooke, Hope, etc. Now THERE would be potential for drama. Every time it looks like Thorne is going to take a stand against Rick fans get excited and buzz builds, and then they let it fizzle. Play it out this time. Felicia has really never gotten her own man since she was recast. They rewrote the story to save Felicia from cancer to keep her around, they need to use her. Thorne also needs to be dating someone that would send Aly into a tail spin. THAT’s where the potential drama is but instead we’re having to watch things no one really believes is endgame and more importantly where the potential for real drama is low. With a 30 minute show there is only room to focus on so many characters and Ridge’s space could easily have been filled by another freshly rested character with issues and drama to work out. It was a mistake to bring Ridge back and I’m sorry they did.

Note: Quite a few people whose opinion I respect like Thorsten Kaye as an actor and I’m sure he’s a lovely person in real life. However, Ridge is the only role I’ve seen him in and I haven’t seen it. He looks a generation too young for the part when he has to play off Brooke as being the same age. He has a bad tendency to mumble and they seem to be making Ridge over in the image of his other roles, another horrible sign. If they had to recast Ridge, I still think it should have been later and I’d have picked someone else. I also would have done whatever it took to get Ronn Moss back to shoot two scenes one with Stephanie before she died and him at the funeral even if they had him in the back standing against the doors with no interaction with other people so they could pre-shoot and drop him in, they needed that. Then Ridge could have not wanted to come back to face his mother’s illness until he realized it was now or never see her again and then he could have taken off again like he did after Caroline died. It would have damaged the character and the show far less.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Epilogue

April 23, 2014

Republisher’s Note: And so ends another quality Manny fanfic.

Author’s Note: This story is NC-17.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Epilogue – The Introduction

It has been two months. The police put Nino’s death down to bad blood within the Mafia. And although it was never spoken aloud, the other families have concluded that Danny finally put Nino in his place. He has done nothing to disabuse them of that notion. I still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, seeing his face, his bloody, sprawled body on the cold concrete. When I wake though, sweaty and in tears, Danny is always there. He holds me, he listens, he talks, he comforts me, kisses me and tells me that he loves me. He always loves me. Yesterday was our first anniversary … of our first wedding, the civil ceremony. I had wondered aloud to my mother’s memory that it was ironic. Because I killed a man, I am a married woman and because I killed another, the foundation of my marriage is stronger than ever before. Danny heard me say that and came up behind me, winding his arms around my waist, his voice low and soft in my ear.”You are a married woman because I fell in love with you. And our marriage is strong because we love each other, we trust each other. We talk to each other.” And then he turned me around to look into my eyes. “We are together because of love … not death. Love.”And he had kissed me. I silently promised myself that I would put the past behind me. As much as I love Danny, I have to believe that we would have found each other with or without his brother. It was love that brought us together. It is love that will keep us together. Love. And I kissed him back.The toast is black, the eggs are brown and the bacon is in brittle pieces. Danny looks up at me with a smile. “The orange juice is fresh.”I grimace, “frozen from concentrate.” Standing up, I gather our plates and walk over to the sink. “So, pizza for breakfast again?” I mutter as I unceremoniously begin to dump my attempts at cooking down the disposal.

“Speed-dialed Pizza Queen when the fire alarm went off,” he responds cheerfully. I nod and turn to face him.

“Sorry, I just wanted to be a proper wife and make you a proper breakfast.” He walks over and pulls me into his arms. “I like you just the way you are – improper,” and his smile becomes a leer as his eyes rove up and down my body, then he sniffs the air, “and incapable of not burning everything to a crisp.”

I slap his arms and push away, “you say that now, but what happens when Pizza Queen closes down?”

“There’s always Chinese,” he offers with a grin. I can’t help but smile back, but I really do feel terrible. He walks over and kisses me on the cheek, ‘babe, it’s okay. Really.” He looks down at me, “really,” he repeats as the doorbell chimes. “I like pizza. I love pizza. I’m gonna get my pizza.”

I watch him go, pulling off my apron with irritation. I glance over at the charred remains of breakfast and glare at my culinary effort. Feeling incredibly childish, but not caring, I stamp my feet, “arrggh!” I cry out and feel slightly better. Danny’s voice floats in from the living room and I shake off my annoyance, going to join him.

“Do I know you?” I hear him say and there is an edge in his voice. I feel a momentary twinge of apprehension. He is standing in the doorway, blocking my view, and I’m sure it’s not our breakfast being delivered. And then the visitor responds. “No, you don’t, but you will.”

And all feelings of unease dissipate in a rush of shock and elation. Danny moves slightly and I see him. “Oh my God!” I cry out, running to the door, pushing my husband roughly aside in my joy and haste.

I throw myself into his arms, and am crying before another moment has passed. We stand there in the doorway embracing, crying, laughing. And then I pull away slightly, and turn to look at Danny. “This is Daniel Santos, my husband,” and I know that pride and happiness fill my voice, beaming from my smile. “Danny, this is my father, Dr. Ed Bauer.”

The End

Bauer BBQ Shout Out

April 22, 2014

Recently Megan Laplante sent me links on several Bauer BBQs she found on YouTube that I hadn’t found yet. I really appreciate it. We should have a good batch of episodes this year and I need to start my pre-watch soon. Thanks Megan, and if anybody else finds anything Guiding Light related around the web that you think should be in this blog, please let me know in a comment or e-mail me.

In particular now is the time to start writing your Bauer BBQ fanfic for this year. The fanfic can be set at any Bauer BBQ anytime. Manny is preferred, but not required. It can feature whatever Guiding Light characters you want. It can be short, a single scene or it can be longer. July will get here before you know, please start on your Bauer fanfic to be included today!

I’ll publish submitted work here during GLManny Celebrates Bauer BBQ Week 2014. You can submit it to me at Robansuefarm@Hotmail.com.

Here’s a couple of examples from last year:

Passing Down the Hat by Its Only Soaps
http://glmanny.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/passing-down-the-hat-by-its-only-soaps-part-1 (Part 1)
http://glmanny.wordpress.com/2013/07/07/passing-down-the-hat-by-its-only-soaps-part-2 (Part 2)

Prelude to Love ~ A Robbie and Sarah Short Story by I Believe In Mystery

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Chapter 14

April 22, 2014

Republisher’s Note: We’re almost over, I’m sorry to say. This is one of my favorite dark fanfics. I think it very nicely shares that conversation they needed to have and addresses that so much in the early relationship it’s Danny focusing on Michelle rather than both on each other.

Author’s Note: This story is NC-17.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Chapter 14 – Look at Me

He is quiet then, as am I. I have no more words to say. I can think of nothing else that will appease him, that will make him believe in me, believe in my love for him.

He begins once again making patterns in the sand and I find myself looking closely, trying to discern what he is drawing. I catch a crescent shape, two designs that I can not make out, a straight line followed by another and then one more shape, similar to an earlier one. He repeats the markings over and over, and I move over slightly to him, angling my head and after a few more run throughs, I realize that they are letters. M-I-C-H-E-L-L-E. He is spelling my name. Over and over again, he is spelling Michelle.

I gaze up at him, but he is concentrating, intent on making each letter as distinct and clear as he can in the sand. I open my mouth to speak his name, but something inside tells me to remain silent.

And so I do. I sit in silence, looking at him, re-memorizing the lines of his face, the juts and planes, the shape of his lips, their shade, the length of his lashes. He stiffens slightly, his body, his face tensing and I know that he is aware of my scrutiny, but still he does not speak. Neither do I.

Moments pass and the determined etch of his sandwork slows down. Still he will not speak. He will not look at me. The longing to say his name, speak to him grows within me, but I do not. I will not. It is his move to make.

Minutes pass and he is no longer making sense in the sand. Half-circles, wavy lines, long pauses, squares, rectangles, another pause, triangles, circles and then he is gripping the sand in his hand, watching the grains slip through his fingers. I watch this out of the corner of my eye; my main focus remains his face.

I lose track of time and he is still, a tension spiraling around him. I watch his face and his eyes are darting from the sandy floor before him, to the rocks, to the ocean, back to the floor everywhere but at me.

The tension shadowing him grows to enclose us both. Everything inside of me screams out – LOOK AT ME! TALK TO ME! He remains silent. And the minutes drag and drag and I find myself studying his fingers, the length of them, my body instinctively remembering their suppleness and strength, their magic. The slight pressure of his fingers against my cheek, my throat.

I gaze at his arms, encased in leather. The feel of them wrapped about me. His lips. Soft and insistent upon my own, tasting of chocolate… of Brandy… of Danny. Moving across my face, lightly dancing across my brow, my eyelashes, moist across the column of my throat, the rise of my collarbone, pressing against the swell of my breast, suckling my nipple. His lips, soft and sugary upon my stomach, grazing my inner thighs. His tongue, slipping inside me, tasting me, unnerving me, unwrenching my soul.

I can not sit still. I squirm, but do not fight the rising tide of hunger racing through me as I look at him. His thighs. His hands. His face. His eyes.

His eyes.

He is looking at me.


His eyes are dark, heat spiraling within them. I wait for him to speak, but he does not, he merely stares at me and as I look at him, I realize no words are necessary. Passion clear as the moon in the sky burns feverishly in his eyes. My breath is caught and I find myself suspended in a moment of rapture as he moves closer to me. His eyes never leave my own.

His hand crosses the distance between us, his fingers resting softly upon my cheek and in his eyes, alongside the heat lies an instant – long enough – of understanding. His thumb glides softly, slowly upon my bottom lip and I at last release breath; it is shaky and uneven.

His eyes are so soft — soft and warm like honey, like velvet — and so full of the heat and desire I know so well. I can not bear their intensity, mine own shut as he parts my lips, his thumb slipping inside to gently brush against my tongue. And then he speaks and his voice is that husky entreaty – a verbal erection, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I am helpless to resist. I open my eyes and immediately I am captured, lost and drowning; he is my anchor and so I hold onto him. My hand reaches out, gripping his arm tightly. His thumb exits my mouth, trailing down my chin, my throat leaving a moist thread of desire across my flesh.

He leans in slowly and as he closes each inch of space between us, I feel a millennium pass. Once again my lids slide shut and once again he speaks.

Look at me.

And I do, my eyes opening to gaze upon that face I love so. His lips brush softly against my lower lip, just the slightest caress and his eyes remain open, looking down upon my mouth. Pulling away slightly, his fingers curl about my throat and cheek as his eyes meet mine for an instant before slipping to my lips once more.

I lean into him, answering his kiss with my own. I lightly run my tongue across his lower lip and then the top one before sliding it into his mouth, finding his and he meets me as his fingers press more firmly into my flesh, as his hand curves about my waist, moving up my back. He rises above me as he cradles the nape of my neck within his palm, his lips, his tongue, his mouth devouring me and I welcome the ravishment. My fingers have moved from his arms; I clutch at the folds of his leather jacket as he lowers me down onto the sandy beach.

I am lost in him. Gently, he rests my head upon the sand as his lips leave my own, once more traversing the flesh of my throat. His hand glides down before his mouth, riding over the snug bodice of my white wedding day dress, cupping my breast and then catching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I gaze up at the moonlit, star-struck sky and think again, I am lost in this man. And then he lifts his head and looks at me.

“Look at me,” he commands once again. And I do.

And I realize, as our eyes meet that I am not lost, never lost with him again. I am found.


I rest against him, sitting between his knees. My arms entwine about his neck as his lips trail down my throat. His fingers push the wide strap of my dress down. His tongue tastes the curve of my shoulder. And then the other strap is pushed down and he pulls back, his head descending to capture my lips in a kiss that leaves me breathless.

I feel the cool night air upon my breasts as the straps slide down my arms, the bodice slipping to my waist and again he pulls away, gently lying me down upon his leather jacket, spread out upon the sandy floor. My arms fall away from him, my fingers trailing in the sand. His head dips, his lips pressing soft kisses upon my collarbone, the swell of my breast. His teeth graze the hardened peak for a moment and I cry out.

And then his tongue is a loving balm. And then his teeth again. His hand moves to cup my breast and I rise slightly, my back arched as he takes my nipple into his mouth … as his fingers caress and fondle, stroke and ease the tormenting ache of heaviness building within me.

Sliding my dress down over my hips, his lips trail across my stomach, his tongue encircles my belly button and I giggle despite the sensations roiling through my body. At the sound, he glances up and a smile is alight upon his face — a beautiful, beautiful smile of happiness. I find myself smiling back and then I am sitting up, my hands cupping his face as I take his mouth with my own.

He slides the dress down my hips as my tongue settles easily into the rhythm that it knows so well, dancing with his. And then his hands are in my hair, his fingers tangled in the curls. Our lips part, meld, his palm now cupping my face, I breath between a kiss, “I love you,” and as his lips part from mine, he pulls away and looks at me. Looking straight into my eyes.

He gazes at me for a long time. Even as our breathing resumes normalcy, he looks at me, staring into my eyes and I am held captive and silent by his gaze. And the smile is gone from his face and he looks as serious as I have ever seen him, but there is a confidence with which he gazes at me. A knowing surety and I feel an ache in my heart that I was not even aware that he had never looked at me so before with such assurance. “I love you,” I whisper and he nods slightly.

“When you look at me, who do you see?” he asks and his voice is solemn. I shake my head slightly, puzzled. “Do you see your father? The man your father was with your mother?”

And then I understand. Shaking my head I reply just as solemnly, “no, not anymore. I look at you and I see only you. I don’t see my father, or your brother. I see you. Danny. My husband.” And I find myself smiling again, that smile filling my words. “The man I love. The man that I thank God is in my life, because you are my life, Danny. We are my life.”

He nods once more. “I believe you.” He says. And I can see that belief in his eyes, in the faith in his voice. He believes me. Our lips meet again as he once more lowers me to the sandy beach, his hands move down by body, pushing my dress all the way off. The urgency of moments before returns with a fiery vengeance as his fingers grasp the corners of my underwear and his tongue is once more tracing a pattern down my throat, over the slopes of my breast.

I am lost. I am found.


“Danny,” I sigh into the cool air, the cool air a soothing balm for the fever rushing through me as his head descends, his breath hovering over the honey blond curls below, his tongue dipping out to taste me and then withdrawing in an instant. I moan as my fingers clutch at his hair, “Danny,” I cry out, my voice a plea of longing and desire. And again, his tongue brushes against the moist core of me for a moment, no longer, but I want more. I need more.

My back arches as I push my hips up, silently entreating the touch, the feel of him. An eternity seems to pass before his tongue returns, his hands on either side of my inner thighs as his lips and tongue – God, his tongue – his fingers render me speechless, incoherent with their magic. I squirm beneath him, my body writhing upon the sandy beach, the sound of the waves crashing mirroring the blood pounding, pumping through my body.

And I am soaring, cast outside of myself as colors rainbow and then bleed to black beneath my closed lids. My breathing saunters from ragged and desperate to soft and steady and soon it matches the feel of his breath against my thigh. We lay still for a moment and I hear the faint sound of a snap, a zipper and then just as I have recaptured a semblance of calm, he rises above me suddenly, moving atop my body. One hand curves about my neck, his lips devouring mine.

I taste myself as his tongue thrusts into my mouth … as he thrusts into me. My body rises to the rhythm he creates, my arms wrap tightly about his shoulders, my nails dig into his back and our lips part. My head falls back, my eyes shut as he moves within me, filling me completely and we are one … one body, one soul. His voice dances through me, soft and husky, sexy as a dream, wanton as a fever, “look at me. Baby, open your eyes and look at me.”

And I do. I open my eyes and find him looking at me and the reality, the life, the love, the everything I have found with this man, in this man fill me. I love him. I love him, I think. “I love you,” I say and he comes inside me at that moment, at the sound of those words and I cry out, fulfilled passion scattering reason, thought, everything, everything but pleasure, but joy … but love.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Chapter 13

April 18, 2014

Republisher’s Note: Even if you haven’t read one word of the rest of the story, read tonight’s. This is basically the conversation they must have had off screen somewhere after Carmen revealed Drew slept with Danny.

Author’s Note: This story is NC-17.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH  Chapter 13 - An Illusion of Control

“I can’t take it back.” My voice is heavy with regret. He nods and looks away. “Danny, I can’t take it back, just I like I can’t take away what happened that night on this beach. I can’t take away his death, or the fact that Drew was here and I never told you.” I seem to have lost the capacity for tears. My throat is sore, but my eyes are drying.”We have both made so many mistakes, done so many things that we can’t — ” and I look up at him, needing him to look at me and he is already gazing straight at me. “We can’t just take it all back.””If we could,” he says softly.”If we could, I never would have killed your brother, but then would I have met you? I wouldn’t have called the FBI. You wouldn’t have slept with Drew. So many things, Danny, we’re only human, we make mistakes. You do. I do. And last night, I made a mistake, I said something in my grief in my guilt that I didn’t mean. You have to know how much I love you.”He shakes his head back and forth. I don’t know what to say then. I am at a loss.

“I know you love me,” he finally speaks, “but it hurts because when you said that last night, I felt it. I believed it. I still do.”

And then the tears return. And I am once again helpless to stop them.

“I love you so much.” His voice is so soft, its nearly a whisper and I can hear the tears choking his voice. “Michelle, I love you….” I love you too, I think, but do not say. “I would give anything for you, to be with, do anything and I look at you sometimes and I think, it’s not the same for you. I wonder: when is she gonna leave me? When is she gonna walk away? When is she gonna realize that she doesn’t really love me? I question that you love me every single day of my life, of course I believed you last night. How could I not?”


He is quiet and so I am. The moments pass by and the air around us goes thick with words spoken and unspoken. Finally, he sits down in front of me, his hands gripping fists of sand. I look up at him, but his gaze is directed downwards.

“Danny, Aunt Meta told me something once.” My voice is surprisingly steady. Perhaps he looks up because of this. My eyes are clear and I see his face without the veil of tears.

“She told me that its better when a man loves a woman just a little bit more. I never forgot that, thought it made sense and besides it’s always been the case for me.” I smile slightly, not in joy or bitterness, just in acknowledgment.”I’ve known Bill since we were practically born and everyone thought we would be together someday, marry, have 2.5 kids, the picket fence, the dog in front of the fireplace. The whole nine yards, you know?”

He nods, but I can see the confusion in his eyes still, he is listening. He is listening to me.

“It worked in theory, you know, because Bill always liked me better. I was in control. I made the decisions; I had the final say. But then we grew up and I didn’t like him that way, and maybe he still liked me, but I was in control. I had the final say and so the scenario changed. I knew a few other guys, but Jesse was my first real boyfriend and it was the same with him. I was in control. He loved me just a little bit more. And that was how it should be. And I believed that that is how it was with you.”

I look down, my gaze trapped by the gentle patterns he is making in the sand. “I love you, but I wanted to believe that you loved me just that little bit more,” and a silent tear slips from my eye, “because that meant I was in control. I couldn’t be hurt … not really. Not completely.”

I stop and let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve never talked about this; I’ve never wanted to. It’s been easier – so much easier – to just keep it locked away.”

“Michelle?” his voice is quiet, just the slightest tremble in the word. I shut my eyes tight, a few more tears spilling forth and then I open them, looking at my husband.

“My mother loved my father so much. She was already a forgiving woman, but for him, she went the extra mile she was willing to forgive him just about anything. She loved him so much. His late hours, his dedication to his patients that often superseded the needs of his family, his affairs, his alcoholism…. she forgave him, she supported him, she accepted him completely.”

I laugh lightly and look up into the sky. The stars are so bright, the moon glowing like a beacon and I think that I can feel my soul being cleansed the same pristine color as I speak. “I never told you this, I don’t like to talk about it, but I was conceived out of one of my father’s affairs.”

I glance at him quickly to catch his reaction – his expression does not change. He looks reflective, he is listening to me. Truly listening to what I am saying and hearing what I mean, what is behind the words.

“So Maureen Bauer is not…” he begins.

“-my birth mother. No, she’s not. Claire Ramsey is my birth mother’s name. Basically, she was a lousy mother, so lousy that after my mother — Maureen, that is – forgave my father, they petitioned the courts for full custody and it was granted and Maureen adopted me. I don’t know even know what Claire Ramsey looks like now. I saw her picture once. She wasn’t my mother.”

I look away again as I ask him, “do you know how my mother died?”

“A car accident, right?”

I look at him,” technically yes. My mother died in a car accident. But do you know why she was in that car?”

“No,” he says softly as he shakes his head.

“She had just found out that he had an affair with Lillian Raines, one my mother’s best friends. I was upstairs in my room, covering my ears, trying not to hear their fighting. Her cries, the pain in her voice. His useless, stupid defense. Lillian was sick, Lillian needed a friend. Lillian needed comfort.” I laugh and it comes out harsher than I intended, as do my next words, “just like Drew.”


My eyes follow the sudden tightening of his hands, but I don’t take the words back. I couldn’t if I tried. “It hurt me so much, because it wasn’t just a drunken, one night stand, not to me. Just like my father, you slept with a friend when she needed comfort.”

“No,” and he looks up at me. “No,” he repeats with more vehemence in his voice. “Not because she needed comfort. I didn’t care about her. I cared about me – I cared about what you had done to me. It had nothing to do with her – and it certainly wasn’t the first or second or hundredth in a line of affairs. I am NOT your father. If I had believed once during that night that you cared about me just a little, that our marriage had even the slightest chance of working I wouldn’t have touched her.”

I close my eyes, nodding my head. “I know. I know that now, but then, that’s all I could think of, but I couldn’t tell you that. I couldn’t tell you all of it why it hurt me so much, Danny.”

“Why not? Why couldn’t you tell me? Why now?” There is so much confusion in his eyes, in his voice and I realize how much I have held back from him without ever meaning to, but I had.

“I couldn’t give myself to you completely. I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t give you the power to hurt me like my father hurt my mother. I refused to allow that I could love you as much as you loved me – I needed that extra bit that you gave me. I needed my control.”

“But last night, when Nino,” and I stop, his face and then his lifeless body swarming before my eyes. I breathe in and out, trying to hold on to the words I need to tell my husband, trying to escape the horror of what I’d done. And then Danny’s hand is on my arm, he doesn’t take me into his embrace, but he touches me and that contact is enough to give me back my equilibrium.

“It’s hard,” I say shakily. “It just keeps hitting me, you know? What I did.”

He nods and the rubbing on my arm lightens until it is just a caress, a soft, soothing caress. Neither one of us speaks and the mood shifts slightly in the air. I find myself swaying towards him and our eyes meet. His are dark and smoky and I want him, I want to be with him with everything in me but I can’t.

I tear my gaze away, and hear his sigh as he drops his arm.

“What about Nino?” he asks shakily.

I am silent for a moment, searching for my train of thought. My mother. Nino. Control. My control. “When Nino called and he said that he was going to kill you, something inside of me snapped and I didn’t even realize it. I didn’t. But I do now. I realized it this afternoon. Cassie asked me if loving you, if the good times were worth the bad times and I knew they were without doubt, I knew.”

“And I knew that I said those things last night because I wanted to hurt you. I wanted to make myself not love you so much. I wanted my control back. See, that’s what snapped, that’s what I lost. Or maybe it was always just an illusion. An illusion that I’ve held onto for so long because when you slept with Drew, when you did that, it was my father all over again.”

“I get that, Michelle, I do. I get that now, but -”

“-Danny,” I have to cut him off, because he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t. It’s not about Drew. It’s not even about my father and his affairs. “Last night, what I said to you – it was because of the realization that I did love you, I loved you as much as you loved me. I would do anything, ANYTHING for you. I was just like my mother. And those words came from that twelve-year old girl who heard her mother’s heart breaking – not from the woman who loves you now.”


Guiding Light Cast Round Up 65

April 17, 2014

This is the sixty-fifth in an irregular feature where we will report updates on what cast members of Guiding Light are doing now. I’m playing catch up on some soap magazine news. So as a reminder you can buy back issues:


Nico and Marina’s storyline was featured as March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth’s 10 years ago column.

Crystal Hunt (Lizzie Spaulding Lewis #5 brought in Roxie the dog and romanced Coop) and Justin Klosky (ex-Joey Lupo, part of Alan’s Spaulding intern contest [he re-invented a device he hadn't bothered to check was already on the market] and the apex of the Tammy-Joey-Lizzie triangle that Phillip threatened out of town during Phillip’s temporary decent into madness) are featured in the All-Star Scrapbook feature in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Bethany Joy Lenz (Michelle Bauer Santos) has been filming SongByrd. We have photos.
Also from  50th Annual CAS Awards From The Cinema Audio Society [22-02-14]

Paula Garces (Pilar Santos) has posted another blog post: “Mam Oral Care Rabbit – Everything you need for your baby’s first teeth | ¿Qué Más?”
Garces tweeted “Mar 15 Come see me Tonight @PurlieuNYC for my Birthday celebration! Hope to see you soon Xo pic.twitter.com/vLv9DhKJiF “

Denise Pence (Katie Parker, Floyd’s sister and Hillary Bauer’s best friend)  shared her first blog post.

Rick Hearst (Alan-Michael Spaulding #3) returned to his General Hospital role of Sonny’s brother, Ric. Read all about it in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Paul Wesley (Max Nickerson #2, Drew Jacob’s foster brother) attended Paleyfest.
@paleycenterPaul Wesley has arrived at #Paleyfest! #TVD pic.twitter.com/u2ehmB9eKf

Kevin Bacon (T.J. Werner #2) did a special opening for The Tonight Show in honor of the 30th anniversary of his movie Footloose.
Bacon was photographed at the Golden Globes with his wife Kyra Sedgwick and his daughter Sosie Bacon. See the photo in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Karla Mosley (Christina Boudreau, with Remy, one of the last really good new couples in the final years of Guiding Light) was photographed at The Secret Room Events Hosts Red Carpet Style Lounge in honor of the Golden Globe. She was checking out dog toys. Find her photo in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.
Mosley tweeted a photo. “Best picture in the history of pictures. W/ @aynsleybubbico & Reginald VelJohnson. #HartOfDixie “
Mosley and Lawrence Saint-Victor (Remy Boudreau) were nominated for NAACP Image Awards. See photos and read more in the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.
Mosley was the subject of “This or That” in the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth. She also reported that what she regrets Tweeting are typos. We all feel her pain. Read about it in the January 27, 2014 issue of Soap Opera Digest.

Tina Sloan (Lillian Raines) shared on Twitter. “Guiding Light great writer has book coming out April 1 People Magazine loves it I love it as well” She’s referring to Dorothy Must Die by former Guiding Light writer Danielle Page.

Laura Bell Bundy (Marah Lewis #5 who started Marony) recently tweeted: “@LauraBellBundy To all the people who didn’t think I actually cut/highlighted my hair at @Supercuts#proven pic.twitter.com/MpdzxgJdSC “

Robert Newman ‏@RobertNewmanGL (Josh Lewis) tweeted “Mar 15 Evidently, I’m in a play. Through March 30… pic.twitter.com/JA2KtztfYM “
 Mar 16 Nice to see @crystalchappell and @hillarybsmith tonight in NYC. Love both of these wonderful, smart, talented ladies. Have fun girls!”

Crystal Chappell (Olivia Spencer) is the subject of a feature interview in the the January 27, 2014 issue of Soap Opera Digest.

Cynthia Wartos (Annie Dutton #1) has to vacate her role on The Young and the Restless since her MTV series Finding Carter has been picked up.

Matt Bomer (Ben Reade #3)’s current USA Network series White Collar is coming back for a short series to create a finale.

Emme Rylan (previously credited as Marcy Rylan) (Lizzie Spaulding Lewis #6, part of the wonderful Bizzie pairing) recently tweeted a set photo from the General Hospital set with her current co-star.
@EmmeRylan  Mar 20 Lets get this party started! RT@domzfan: LOVE this ‘Wish Upon a Shooting Star’camera shot!!! @dom_zamprogna #GH pic.twitter.com/0hTNGVthnr “
Rylan shared a photo of her playing with her son Jackson at Christmas time in the Jan. 27, 2014 Soap Opera Digest.

Michelle Forbes (Sonni/Solita Lewis), Kevin Bacon (T.J. Werner #2)  and Hayden Panettiere (Lizzie Spaulding #2)  attended the Golden Globes. Find photos in the March 10, 2014  and March 24, 2014 issues of CBS Soaps in Depth. Bacon is pictured with his wife Kyra Sedgwick and daughter Sosie Bacon.

Allison Janney (Ginger, one of Jenna’s comic relief maids while she owned the Spaulding Mansion) and Ian Ziering (Cameron Stewart, one of the original Dinah, Alan-Michael, and Harley quad) attended the People’s Choice Awards. See photos in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Tom Pelphrey (Jonathan Randall) is starring in the movie Junction. See photos of him at the premiere in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Frances Fisher (Suzette Saxon #2, Fisher took over the role for 6 months in early 1980s) talks about her soap experience on Guiding Light and The Edge of Night and her new show Resurrection in the March 10, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

Zach Conroy (James Spaulding #2, part of the lovely Jaisy pairing) was part of a round up in the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth. He says Rescuers Down Under was the first movie he ever saw in the theater. Conroy was featured in a two page spread in a roundup on supporting characters for his The Bold and the Beautiful role in the January 27, 2014 issue of Soap Opera Digest.

Laura Wright (Cassie Layne #1) shared a photo of her and her daughter Lauren in the Jan. 27, 2014 issue of Soap Opera Digest.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Chapter 12

April 17, 2014

Republisher’s Note: Michelle tracks down Danny.

Author’s Note: This story is NC-17.

The Long Walk Into His Arms by JenniferH Chapter 12 - The Long Walk into His Arms

The straps of my heels dangle loosely from my fingers as I make way to the spot where Mick died – where I killed him. I haven’t been here since the evening of January 8th, almost a year ago.

I pause, thinking of that date – January 8th. January 8th was my wedding day, I think in shock for a moment. Truly it was, yet I never think of it so. I glance down at my white dress, sparkling in the moonlight and realize that it was the July 2nd ceremony at Laurel Falls with just Danny and myself, Ray officiating, that is my heart’s wedding day the day I will remember fifty years from now.

I wonder what day Danny will remember if he’ll want to remember at all. I glance ahead at the upcoming turn of the path, wondering if I’m ready for this. Wondering again why I am so sure that he is here. Why would he be here? I’ve asked myself that question over and over during the drive the same question that Cassie had asked.

I just told myself the same thing I’d said to her. I just know. He is here.

And here I am and I am frozen, unable to take another step towards him but I must. One step at a time. The sand shifts beneath my bare feet and each one seems to ease the heavy ache I am carrying. One step and then another and this is the longest walk I have ever taken, but I just keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep on going because Danny will be there at the end.


His back is to me when I round the curve. He is sitting down; his head bent slightly, his fingers making angry dents in the sand. I pause in this moment to study him without his knowledge.

He is wearing his leather jacket and black pants. Sighing heavily, one hand rises and runs through those curls of his, grains of sand falling softly. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t know what to say. I raise my foot to step forward, but find even that is too much for my cowardice to overcome.

“Mick really liked you,” his voice is emotionless and my first response is a helpless “oh” of startlement. Of course he would know that I am here. The connection goes both ways. “Did you know that?” he continues. “Did you know that he thought you were different too? I’d see him, meet up with him here and there – he was rarely at home. But those last couple of weeks, there was a new life in his step, a ready smile or smirk in his case.”

“He was such an asshole. I knew that of course, but he was my brother. I loved him. Just like you love your brother, right?” And then he turns and looks at me at last. “Right? You love your brother even if he’s an asshole?”

Everything in me wants to look away from the pain in his red-rimmed eyes. Everything, but I can not. I will not.

“I guess that’s family,” I manage to whisper.

“Yeah, family.” And then he looks away, back out to the undulating waves of the ocean. “He would talk about you, about your blond curls, that luscious mouth, a body that wouldn’t quit. He’d tell me how much he hated Jesse, hated the fact that Jesse got to fuck you on a regular basis.”

I wince at the vulgarity, but if he notices he doesn’t show it.

“He wanted you so much. He’d tell me his Goddamn wet dreams about you. And when I saw you for the first time I mean alone, when you were sitting at the table all by yourself, those curls wild and falling all over that place. You were wearing a tight sweater, I think it was red or pink,” he glances over at me and smiles – a genuine smile, “probably pink,” and then his smile fades and he looks away again. “Anyway, I looked at you and I thought of Mick’s fantasies about ripping your clothes off, awakening the wild woman beneath that Quaker girl front.”

He looks back down at the sand. “That’s what he called you. A Quaker girl. And I thought, I thought at first before you told me what really happened that night….” and then he laughs, “not that you really told me what happened that night.”

“Danny…” I begin, but he holds his hand up and I fall silent.

“I thought that Mick was onto something, about you, I mean. That maybe behind those angry words about Mick, that supposed dislike that you wanted him too or maybe just someone else, a lot of someone else’s. Maybe it was all just a facade. The way you would look at me some times, the way you didn’t react to my kiss. Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” And he looks at me again.

I nod helplessly. My mind drifting back to that day outside the diner. The way he walked up to me, the feel of his hand wrapped around my neck, the hard, yet soft brush of his lips against mine, the urgent pressure his thumb applied to my cheek, the amazing sensations that flitted through my body physical, sexual sensations that I had never come close to feeling before.

“I expected you to push me away, to hit me, to yell at me. I expected anger, disgust, but you didn’t do that, any of that. You just stood there and let me, more than let me, your lips moved beneath mine, soft and giving and I had to pull away because I – I was losing myself, I wanted to keep on kissing you forever and that wasn’t the objective. See, I just wanted to shake you up, but you shook me up because I thought that you would have let me go on kissing you.”

He looks away again and rises to his feet, his back to me. “But I thought, I thought maybe Mick was right about you. You claimed to not want to have anything to do with me, but your actions, the way you would look at me some times, the way you let me kiss you, touch you , didn’t say that didn’t reject me and I’d think, is this what she did to Mick? I mean, no wonder she drove him so crazy. You were driving me crazy.”

“Danny,” I try again and his stance stiffens, but I go on none-the-less. “It was different with you. It was always different – “

“-I know that.” And he turns to me. “I know that now, I knew after the night on the beach, Thanksgiving, the fear in your eyes, in your voice when you said that Jesse didn’t even know what he’d done to you. I knew that you were scared of him. And when you said that to me, when you told me something that you hadn’t even told Jesse, I knew then that it was me. The same way I felt about you, you felt it too, you just denied it a hell of a lot longer than I did.”

I take a step towards him. “Yes, I did. But I’m not now. I haven’t in a long time. I love you, Danny.”

“Yeah,” he turns to face me, bitterness drawn in his face. “You love me so much that you would give anything not to love me.” And then he laughs, a harsh, painful laugh.


I want to run to him. I want to just take him into my arms and hold him close forever, take away his pain. I actually step towards him and perhaps my intention is on my face because he turns from me quickly and his body shudders as he painfully whispers “no.”

And so I stop.

“Danny, I’m sorry.” And I can feel the tickling in the back of my nose, my throat, the prickling behind my eyes, the painful heat as the tears beg to fall. “I’m so sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it. I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than anything, more than anyone ever in my life. I would never give up what we have, what I have in you.”

And then I do step forward and although the shifting of the sands is slight, he hears my approach and his body stiffens. Again, I stop. “Danny, I am so sorry. If I could take it back,” and then the tears break free and I am crying, trying to speak over the sobs building in my throat. I step to him and reach out, my hand brushing against the leather and he shrugs me off. “Go home, Michelle.”

“No, Danny, look at me. You’ve GOT to look at me.”

He shakes his head slowly and it is too much. He needs to meet me halfway. It’s not as if he is perfect. Damnit, he’s made mistakes too and the frustration that has been building in me all day, the remaining anguish and guilt from the docks, all of it rushes through me. He has to look at me.

“LOOK AT ME!” I scream and he does; he turns to face me and there are wet tracks on his face. He angrily brushes them away and looks at the space above my head. “Danny, I love you! I didn’t mean it. I swear, I didn’t mean what I said.”

His eyes close, “you did -” his voice is hard and I interrupt frantically, “no, I didn’t. I was crazy, I was stupid, but I didn’t mean what I said.”

And then he finally looks at me, his eyes as hard as his voice is no longer. His voice shakes and the tremble is from anger and pain and I don’t know. I don’t know. “You did. You were at your mother’s grave. You wouldn’t lie when you were standing on her grave. You wouldn’t do that. You were upset, right? Right?”

“Yes! Yes! But that doesn’t mean -”

“- it does! Michelle, it does! You weren’t thinking of protecting me or my feelings, you were speaking from the heart. You don’t want to love me. I make you miserable-”

“No!” I close my eyes. I try to breathe, try to control my emotions, try to find the words to make him understand. “No,” I repeat quietly. “You’re wrong. I was wrong. I do love you,” and I pause and then he jumps in.

“Yes, you love me, Michelle” and his voice is bitter and the way he says my name is like a curse, “but,” and he steps towards me, towering over me, his eyes meeting mine completely for the first time that night, “you wish to God that you didn’t.”

I shake my head back and forth as he steps away. “Go home, Michelle,” he mutters again, his voice dead once more and he turns away.

“What do I have to do? What do I have to say to convince you? I was wrong! Okay,” and I reach out and grab his arm, pulling at it with all my strength, forcing him to face me. “I was wrong!” and the tears are garbling my words. He jerks his arm back and I fall to the ground, on my knees. I fall down on all fours, my breathing ragged, my heart broken.

“What do you want me to say?” I demand of the ground and he doesn’t respond. I push myself back up and gaze at him. I kneel before him on my knees, desperation awash in my gaze. “Do you want me to beg you for forgiveness? I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you want. Just believe me.” The tears continue falling and they are hot, so hot and so thick that I can barely see. “I love you. I love you, Danny. I was wrong. What do I have to do? Tell me, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

He looks down at me and the pain I know that is on my face is mirrored on his and his voice is hoarse and husky and filled with more anguish than I’ve ever heard.

“Take it back. Make it so that you never said those words to me. Take it back, Michelle.”

Odds and Ends 35

April 16, 2014

While looking for Guiding Light information, I sometimes find things that I think are of interest relating to other soaps. This collection of Odds and Ends related to various soaps that someone may want to know some time. Look for another odds and ends post soon.

Matthew Smith ‏@kyleo71  recently tweeted that he has discovered Germany has a soap opera set in the world of figure skating. It’s called “Alles was zählt” (All That Matters).

Doug Davidson (Paul Williams on The Young and the Restless) recently tweeted out a photo of Paul and Lauren from when they were couple.
A great moments clip of Paul and Lauren.
@RealMissPiggy  Mar 21  of the Muppets tweeted “Kermiggy is honored to be on the cover of Vague as the #UniversesMostTalkedAboutCouple! (But who’s surprised?)” pic.twitter.com/EtiqYO51rW
@FredBC77  Mar 20 tweeted “First day on the set of Castle shared by Terri Edda… #BTS @Stana_Katic @NathanFillion @tamalajones #socute “pic.twitter.com/GdG2zd8q7f
nuVilly set photos from The Young and the Restless:
Soap Opera Darling Real Life Couple  Arianne Zucker (Nicole Walker) and husband Kyle Lowder (ex-Brady Black, DAYS; ex-Rick Forrester, B&B) have sadly announced their divorce. They had previously separated and then reunited and have a child.
As the World Turns couple Jon Lindstrom (Craig Montgomery) and Cady McClain (Roseanna Cabot) made it official in real life on Feb. 14, 2014. See more in the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.
Jasam – Jason Morgan and Sam McCall of General Hospital were the only soap opera couple who achieved enough write in votes to be included in People’s Choice Poll about most romantic TV couples of all time. Considering a couple on a niche, cult show, The Vampire Diaries, Klaus and Caroline one wonders on the accuracy but cheers to the GH fans who got Jasam included. Read more in the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.
According to the March 24, 2014 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth, Kari (Katie Logan and Ridge Forrester) bonded over “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley.
The January 27, 2014 issue of Soap Opera Digest had an answer to an “Ask Us” question about Jill Foster Fenimore on The Young and the Restless. I’m bulleting their answer below, but find the whole answer with more details in Soap Opera Digest. The ones that are still held legal marked with an *.
  • 1975 – Brock Reynolds (Kay’s son) – remained unconsummated and ultimately annulled
  • 1975 – Phillip Chancellor II (deathbed ceremony) – Kay got their divorce reversed after his death and nullified the union
  • 1978 – *Stuart Brooks (her mother’s then boyfriend) – Ended in divorce in a few months
  • 1978 – Derek Thurston (then Kay’s widower) – Nullified when Kay returned from the dead
  • 1982 – *John Abbott – Divorced in 1985
  • 1990 – Rex Sterling (divorced from Kay) – Nullified when proved Kay hadn’t signed the papers, the woman who stole her life had
  • 1993 – *John Abbott – Divorced 1996
  • 2003 – Colin Atkinson – Nullified, already married to someone else and married under false circumstances
  • 2014 – *Colin Atkinson – Blackmailed into it, but so far not challenged legally

The Young and the Restless posted a video of the three of the actors involved watching the fashion show that aired this week.

Robansuefarm is the handle of one of Manny and Guiding Light‘s biggest fans following in her family’s footsteps of Guiding Light fandom since 1939. This blog is an effort to make it easy to find Guiding Light and especially Manny online. Check back here for her blog, find fanfic previews and fake WSPR newscasts on her YouTube, find podcasts that look back to old shows and audios of her fanfics on Blog Talk Radio, and finally follow her on Twitter and Facebook.


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