Red to Green By J. Hallmark

December 8, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A vignette from The Rustle of the Sheets.

Author’s Note: Summary: Michelle serenades Danny while driving as they reach the comfort zone.

Disclaimers: Danny and Michelle belong to those folks at Guiding Light. Darnit! “Crush” belongs to Jennifer Page, CD, “Sober.” Good CD — has a great Manny song on it.

Note: Teeny vignette that came to me in the car.

Red to Green By J. Hallmark

Red to Green Michelle sat in front of the wheel, softly humming to the radio. Danny slipped his seat belt on and at the sound, Michelle released the handbrake and set the car in motion. They sat in silence, a pleasant camaraderie filling the air. They were at last getting to the point where just being together was enough, words weren’t necessary and there was a comfort level to their interactions that was growing steadily with each passing day.

Aahh, Crush

played over a haunting melody and Michelle found herself singing along to the lyrics, “… let it be what it will be, don’t make a fuss and go crazy over you and me …” she paused and turned to look at Danny quickly, “do you mind if I turn this up?”

He shook his head and the volume came up almost immediately.

It’s just a little crush
not like I faint, every time we touch
it’s just some little thing
not like everything I do
depends on you

With every lyric, Michelle voice rose and her fingers twisted the volume up higher and higher until the song’s music and words and her voice filled the car. She glanced over at Danny a few times, and found herself feeling a little shy, but not embarrassed enough to quit singing … due, mostly in part, to the sweet smile on his face as he watched her in seeming fascination.

The chorus repeated itself again as Michelle came to a stop at a red light and then the bridge came on …

Vanilla skies

and Michelle turned to Danny and whispered in between the lyrics, “I love this part,” and she sang along, her hand resting softly on his thigh, her gaze locked upon his face.

White picket fences in your eyes

“White picket fences in your eyes …”

A vision of you and of me

“A vision of you and of me …” and as the words faded from her tongue, her lips curved into a matching smile of sweetness to complement his own. He rested his hand upon hers and slowly, lovingly brought it to his mouth, turning it upright. Her smile widened and he laid a kiss — soft and sensual — upon the palm of her hand.

Her smile faded into a sigh and the beeping of the horns behind them as the light turned from red to green didn’t enter into their consciousness for at least five seconds.

The End

“Thirty-Five (well, less as we’re only dealing with Manny here) More Inconsequential Thoughts” (regarding Wednesday, June 30th) By Tracee

December 7, 2016

Republisher’s Note: Here is another humor piece from Rustle of the Sheets. The date in the title is referring to the episode on June 30, 1999. Check out the episode. It’s the one where Danny breaks Michelle out of the psych ward, Rick’s mea culpa, Carmen getting herself shot at, and their trip to San Cristobel.

“Thirty-Five (well, less as we’re only dealing with Manny here) More Inconsequential Thoughts” (regarding Wednesday, June 30th)  By Tracee

  • Okay I’ve got it, Dietz was planning a seduction for Carmen. Hence the dark mood lighting, and the chaise lounge that wasn’t there when both Danny and Carmen left Casa Santos, but mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. Oh that Dietz, such a charmer.
  • Let me guess, Paul Anthony Stewart cracked Joie Lenz’s back when carrying her out of the head warp hostel, hence her not being able to sit properly in that little Casa Santos chair in the hall? Either that or Pilar’s “cooties” were on the back of the chair and she didn’t want to catch them. (Ed. note: I think she’s still woozy from the drugs.)
  • Okay, so I half expected him to feed her grapes on that chaise lounge, so what?
  • PAS, seriously makes me a much better lip reader. Loved all those barely spoken “shhhh, it’s okays,” in the hallway.
  • This barely pink shirt, I can actually tolerate. I thought JL looked fab in regular clothing, but khaki’s and heels? I realize she’s about a foot shorter than PAS, but look wardrobe people, we already know she can walk in heels, no need to show off that skill, every single time she’s on screen. Doesn’t the girl own a pair of flat sandals? Why do I picture her owning high heeled feathered slippers now?
  • Was Meta boozing it up again, and had to be escorted from the hospital after trying to visit Michelle and convince that just because she was diagnosed paranoid, it didn’t mean people weren’t out to get her?
  • What exactly was Carmen planning on doing to help Manny with the authorities, write a note for Daniel “Please excuse my son from prison; he hasn’t been feeling well for several months and wasn’t thinking clearly.”
  • Oh my gosh, how much did I love the blocking of the Santos porch scenes, where Joie Lenz’s height played such a great role. Here she is clearly looking up to Rick, with Danny looking at the top of her head, both of these men, larger than life figures in her mind, men that matter to her, and when she’s put her foot down, she steps up a step and is suddenly eye level with Rick and with Danny, and she is a Bauer-Santos who’s finally come into her own. You go, Michelle!
  • I’m really wanting to hear Danny and Michelle share a childhood story with one another. They’ve been so life and death and high stakes drama, for so long, that I can grant one common complaint about Manny is true. That being, they need to have fun and just relate. Really they’ve done very little of that and they still need to learn how to be friends, instead of always discussing the next crisis.
  • Will Manny have slept in separate beds, by the time we see them next? Either that or Michelle will have passed out and he carried her to bed, and did the gentleman thing and watched her sleep, to make sure all was well in her world.
  • Thank goodness Danny doesn’t want to be a doctor, the wardrobe scheme would just be all wrong on him. Of course, you know that’s always the deciding factor, on life’s decisions, what the wardrobe will look like.
  • Okay so Dr. Quackford, considering your highly esteemed medical opinion and all, after Rick has told you he should have never brought Michelle there to begin with, and you’ve determined she’s suffering some kind of breakdown, based solely on your observations of her, you know just chummily go along with Rick, after he clears up the whole matter? If I open a box of Cracker Jacks, can I get my medical degree from there, too, pretty please?
  • It must really kill Carmen, that all Michelle has to do is tell Danny to listen to her, and move his head to stare in his eyes and he crumbles. And Michelle doesn’t even have to put out to do it.
  • Speaking of which, I wonder if Carmen assumes they’ve already done it? I know Danny implied they did, when he came back from the lighthouse the first time, but who knows if she bought it. Not that I really want to think about her thinking about it, I just think it’s funny that all Michelle has to do is exist to get Danny’s attention, and she’s gotta try and have herself shot at, for the same …
  • Um Danny hon, the files aren’t gonna do you much good in SC, without the bag you packed, sweetie… And just what the hell was in those files? Immunization records?
  • Michelle, I know you don’t care about ever seeing anyone else in Springfield and only care about your husband, but when you say and do things like that it only gives your naysayers more ammunition. Though TPTB don’t seem to remember you do have a long history with much of Springfield, especially sometime best friend Bill. It’d be nice to say goodbye to them first. Really wish TPTB would get back to Michelle being a beloved young woman in town, instead of a foreigner.
  • On the other hand, Danny was ready to run off to SC without even a quick pit stop to say goodbye to Peanut. Very good Danny, now you’re catching on. Though, I’m sure he probably would have sent for her, just to piss me off, in the end.
  • If a woodchuck chucks wood in the middle of the forest during consummation… can we call P.E.T.A and have them gather up the troops and save them from sullying the minds of innocent woodchucks?
  • Have I mentioned lately, just how I love the fit of Danny and Michelle, she just belonged right there in his arms at the end of real-Tuesday. *sigh*


Danny Confronts Carmen To Save Michelle Aug 17 2001

December 6, 2016

Check out our latest episode guide. This is one of the great Manny scenes so I’m going to include the links from both highlight channels. They are the same.

Fri., Aug. 17, 2001 – At the Docks: Danny tells Carmen they have come full circle. Carmen asks if he is going to shoot her again. Danny to Carmen: “You gave me no choice.” Danny demands she leave Michelle alone but Carmen isn’t listening to him.

She asks if he and Pilar mourned her. Danny: “What is it exactly you want to know, were you mourned? The mother that we used to know was mourned not this sick, vengeful woman…”

She tells Danny she knows his shooting her wasn’t his fault it was all Michelle’s. Danny tells Carmen to let Michelle go.


Carmen: “Why WHY must you always be so UNREASONABLE?! This is the girl who murdered your brother Mick!”

Danny: “In self defense! He was trying to rape her!”

Carmen: “She RUINED your life, Danny! We were happy before she came along. If you had JUST killed her. If you had taken her down to the docks like I ordered you to…..”

Danny: “What the HELL is your problem?! Don’t you get it? This is the woman I love. This is the mother of my child. Why can’t you just leave us alone? Disappear. Let us live our lives.”


Carmen: “Then we can start over.”

Danny: “What? Start over? Start over? You think you can kill my wife and we can have any kind of life together?  I will hate you. I will hunt you down. I will become your worst enemy.”

Carmen: “She poisoned you.”

Danny: “She poisoned me? You’re the one standing here holding a video camera planning on killing my wife. If that’s not poison I don’t know what is.”

Danny tells Carmen the police are on their way but Carmen doesn’t believe him. She says Danny was always a loner and she can’t believe he’s working with anyone else. She thinks Danny must be working alone. Pedro starts squeezing Michelle by the neck. Michelle kicks and elbows Pedro and breaks away. Danny knocks Pedro down as he starts to go over and tells Michelle to run. Michelle runs after Carmen instead of to freedom. Michelle is determined to get that videotape proof that Danny was innocent. Michelle and Carmen struggle, but Carmen gets away. Michelle runs after Carmen, trips and Carmen is able to subdue her. Danny picks up the video camera and raises it as a weapon intending to hit Pedro’s head. Carmen tells him he holds the key to his freedom, the tape can prove she is alive and all he has to do to gain his freedom is to walk off the docks alone.

Carmen: “I made that video for my own amusement, but it can be even more valuable to you, Danny, in court. It’s yours. It’s yours. Hmmm. Think about it. If you walk off this dock alone, it’s yours. Your freedom or your wife? Hmmm?”

Danny tells Carmen the killing has to stop. He didn’t want to kill her, he begged her to hold on while he got help but she didn’t. He tells her the memory of shooting her has haunted him ever since. Carmen is in tears and asks Danny if he missed her. He tells her that he hated that he hurt her, she is his family even now, but so is Michelle and now they have the opportunity to fix things. This is the miracle he’s been praying for all year that he’d get another chance to save his mother. He begs her to take the chance. He tells her to let Michelle go and they will figure out where to go from there. Danny: “Mama, you gotta love me enough to let Michelle live. Please Mama, please remember the little boy that you held in your arms, the little boy that you taught how to ride a bike, do it for him, us. Let Michelle go.” Carmen is crying but refuses to let Michelle go. Carmen: “No, not Michelle, it can never be Michelle.” Danny tells Carmen the three of them will figure out where to go from there, everything can be different. Danny: “Mama, you’ve never ever given her chance.” Carmen says Michelle hates her and things can never be right with her in the picture. She tells Danny he has to choose between Michelle or his freedom.

Carmen: “It will be different because she’ll be gone. It can never be the way it was, Danny. Don’t you see? She hates me, she hates me. She hates me, she hates everything our family represents. Choose.”

Danny: “You can’t ask me to do that again.”

Carmen: “Choose.”

Danny: “Mama”

Carmen: “Choose, damn it or…I’ll do it for you.”

Danny: “Fine….Now let her go.”

Danny tells her there is no choice to make and tosses the camera into the lake without a single hesitation. Carmen with disbelief: “You’d go to jail for this…Santos killer? No I can’t let you make that mistake again.” Danny tells her it is over now as they hear sirens approaching. Carmen runs telling Pedro to kill Michelle. Danny goes to Michelle and covers her protectively with his own body.

My Comments:

This is one of the great Manny scenes. Because of that I added links for both of the highlight channels videos even though they are identical. I’m glad that Danny has truly made peace with what he did. He doesn’t even take a beat to be glad he didn’t kill his mother. He says the truth “You didn’t give me any choice!” I’m glad he’s finally there. He’s been feeling guilty so long about it. Carmen does have a point asking about “her baby” though. Where is Pilar? How much does she know about this? Is she still getting psych treatment?

The part where Carmen says Danny was a loner is one of my favorite parts of an amazing scene. Carmen is right. The Danny we first knew, up until Robbie was born, was a loner who wouldn’t have trusted anyone else to back him up, but now he sees himself as part of a team with Michelle, Robbie, Rick and even Frank. Danny did hit Frank to give him a cover, but he told Frank where he was going and why first, so he does trust that Frank will eventually bring backup. Danny does trust people now and it’s because of Michelle and that he is now part of the community.

When Michelle chases after Carmen she trips and falls onto the dock. When she does her shirt tail flips up and you can see a rose tattoo on the very lowest part of her back that Nancy St. Alban has that Michelle doesn’t.

Isn’t that amazing when Danny tried to talk Carmen down, but when it came down to the point Danny doesn’t pause to think at all, of course he would give up his life for Michelle’s in a heartbeat.

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So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

December 6, 2016

Republisher’s Note: Sharing another story recovered from The Rustle of the Sheets. For the uninitiated TWV stands for The Walking Vegetable. It’s the online Manny community “fond” nickname for Jesse.

Author’s Note:
Summary: A short vignette about a meeting between Danny and Michelle after they’ve been separated. Rick, Abby, Drew and TWV also appear.

Timeline: This takes place a couple of weeks from now (assuming Danny does decide to give Michelle an annulment and assuming Michelle does waver between her feelings for the Neanderthal and Danny Boy.) This ‘scene’ is the first time Danny and Michelle have seen each other [in my (albeit brief) future universe] since he promised her the annulment and they are still legally married.

Rating: PG-13 for some kissage.

Disclaimer: Danny, Michelle, Dr. Rick, Abby, Oh-Whining-One (I do like Drew, really. Yes, some people do actually like her), and the Neanderthal all belong to Proctor & Gamble, CBS, etc., etc. Although, the idea that anyone would actually claim TWV is about beyond ludicrous.

So Many Emotions in His Name By Jennifer Hallmark

Danny stood outside the Bauer residence, twisting the wedding band about his finger as he mentally berated himself for his presence on her doorstep.

“This is stupid, stupid,” he muttered under his breath and without even knocking, he turned to leave. He’d just taken a few steps when the front door opened behind him and he heard his brother-in-law, Dr. Rick Bauer, call his name. A question and disaffection were evident in his tone, at least to Danny’s ears. He stopped and swore quietly under his breath and then turned around, a grim smile upon his lips.

“Dr. Bauer — Rick,” he offered and stood ill at ease before Michelle’s older brother. “I, uh, I was just gonna stop by and see how my,” he paused and tightened his lips, “Michelle, I just wanted to see how Michelle was doing.”

Rick looked at the young man speculatively, “Fine, but she’s not here right now.”

Danny let out a slight exhalation of breath and took a step back, “Oh, well, then I guess this really was a waste of time.”

Rick shook his head, “No, you can come on in, wait for her. She shouldn’t be much longer.”

Disbelief flowed across Danny’s face, “You’re kidding, right? You’re inviting me into your house?”

Rick smiled, “You’re still legally my brother-in-law, and I think Michelle would like to see you. So, yes, I’m inviting you,” he held out his hand and stepped back, indicating that he could enter. Danny nodded and walked into the house.

~~~ There were wedding pictures of Rick and his wife, Abby, on the mantle next to a photo of an older man and woman — Michelle’s parents, Ed and Maureen Bauer, Danny knew from a picture Michelle had shown him what seemed like centuries ago, but in reality was only a month. He turned towards the kitchen when a loud noise filled the air. Rick uttered a few choice words and looked up at Danny, “Dropped the can.”

Danny smiled, “It’s okay, I’m not really that thirsty.”

“Oh, okay,” Rick set the distorted can on top of the counter and walked into the living room. He headed to the fireplace and stood beside Danny, remarking idly “She did look beautiful.” Danny glanced over to the wedding photo that Rick was talking about at the other end of the mantle and found his gaze fixated.

“Why –” he cleared his throat, finding his voice suddenly hoarse, “why is that there?”

Rick turned to him, “What do you mean? All the family wedding pictures are up on the mantle.”

“But, it’s over. We’re getting an annulment and once that’s done it will be as if the marriage never existed.”

“True,” Rick conceded and then with a sideways glance towards his brother-in-law, he added quietly, “but Michelle wouldn’t hear of it being taken down.”

“She wouldn’t?” Danny asked, his voice soft as he gazed still at his beautiful bride in white, facing him, the corners of her lips curved, her forehead pressed against his as they smiled their ‘secret smile.’

“No,” Rick replied.

“Yes, yes,” he belatedly answer Rick’s earlier query, “she was very beautiful.” His voice lowered to a husky near-whisper, “she is beautiful. So beautiful.”

The opening of the front door broke the silence, followed by Michelle’s buoyant voice, “I can’t believe we were able to get that. I mean, a cashmere sweater for that price, I’m in heaven!” She laughed, a big smile on her face. “What?” she asked of Abby as the answering smile faded on her sister-in-law’s face.

“Hello, Michelle,” Rick called softly, his voice pensive. She turned to face him, and her eyes widened when they fell upon the man standing beside him. “Danny,” she breathed quietly. Her smile was gone, but a soft blush spread across her face as she carelessly dropped her shopping bags and purse upon the floor. She took a step forward and then paused as if unsure of what she was doing . . . of what she wanted to do.

Danny felt no such uncertainty. Without a word, he walked around the sofa and headed straight to Michelle. As he moved closer, her head tilted up and her breathing came quicker, as an almost breathless anticipation suffused her being. In one smooth movement, Danny cupped her face in the palm of her hand, while his arm swept about her waist and pulled her against him. His lips were upon hers before she could offer a protest.

And that protest would not have been forthcoming judging by her response as she wrapped her arms about his neck, her fingers ruffling in his thick, black curls. She leaned into him, her entire heart and soul poured into her kiss as her lips parted against his, their breath intermingling. His hand was soft upon her cheek, his fingers tracing patterns upon her skin, running down the column of her throat, and then swimming in the weight of her honey-blonde curls.

“What the hell?!” Jesse’s bellow split the air and Michelle pulled away abruptly, her hands falling from Danny’s shoulders. However, her husband kept his arm around her waist even as his hand slipped from her hair. Michelle turned to face Jesse and Drew, who stood slightly behind him. A deeper pink flushed Michelle’s face and she bit her lip, trying to move away from Danny’s possessive grasp. He held tight.

Jesse rushed forward and without warning slammed a fist into Danny’s face. He staggered back, but did not fall as Drew cried out Jesse’s name and Michelle jumped back in shock. Danny straightened up as Rick rushed to stand between the two young men. He laughed harshly without humor and rubbed a hand against his jaw where Jesse had struck.

“Hey, Jesse,” he drawled lazily. Jesse stood still, heaving in anger, his fists clenched at his side. Michelle glared at him and moved to Danny; she reached up to check his face, but Danny brushed her away. “It’s okay.” He turned to Rick, “sorry.”

Rick looked at him for a moment and then turned to Jesse, his eyes hardening slightly, “For what?”

Danny offered a genuine smile and replied softly, “For this,” as he moved towards Jesse and leveled a quick sucker-punch to the gut, followed by a swift right hook. Jesse doubled over and then fell to his knees before anyone in the room could react. And then again, Drew cried out his name. Abby was still and Rick knelt down before Jesse and then glanced up at Danny, “I think you –“

“– should leave, I know.” He nodded and again his smile was genuine as he turned to Michelle. “Goodbye, Michelle,” he looked down at Drew huddled in concern next to Jesse, “Drew,” his smile grew slightly, “Jesse, always a pleasure.”

“Get out of here,” Jesse growled. Danny’s smile widened and he walked out of the house. Michelle stood indecisively for a moment and then she gazed down at Jesse and then to the front door that was closing. She looked back at Jesse, who was looking at Drew and then she ran out to catch up with her husband.

“Danny!” she called out as the door shut behind her with a sharp crack. He turned around, “Michelle?” his voice was filled with surprise. “What?”

She slowed down and gingerly took the last few steps to him, “I, uh, I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Michelle. It takes more than a little hit from Jesse Blue to bother me.”

She nodded and then rushed forth with the real reason she’d come after him, “Why are you here? I mean, why did you come?”

He looked at her silently for a moment and then glanced away, debating whether or not to answer.

“Danny?” she questioned softly and he looked at her again, his gaze gentle.

“I wanted to see you.” He took a step closer and reached out a hand to her face. “I wanted to see your face, your smile. I missed your voice, the way you say my name.” His hand rose and he feathered her golden hair through his fingers, Michelle sighed and leaned slightly towards him. “I missed the way your hair curls and clings to my finger. I missed talking to you.”

His other hand rose and he gingerly traced the curve of her lips as he moved closer, his body less than a hands span away from hers. “I missed your lips, the feel of your mouth when I kissed you. And I wanted to kiss you again.” He leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss upon her lips. “And again,” he whispered huskily as her lips parted in wanting beneath his once more. “And again,” his hand tightened in her hair as he took a deeper kiss from her, his fingers gently massaging her neck.

He pulled away reluctantly and Michelle’s eyes opened slowly, a dazed expression upon her face and he smiled softly.

“Again,” she murmured and leaned up, her hands pressing against his chest as she initiated a fourth kiss, this one much more passionate. He slanted his lips over hers, their mouths parting as they exchanged breaths. He wound his arms about her waist, holding her tightly to him and she clung to him almost desperately.

At last they pulled away and with a sigh, she whispered his name and then even quieter, “I’ve missed you, too.”

He stepped back and offered her a sweet smile, “So maybe there’s hope for me yet.”

“Maybe,” she replied, a matching smile on her face and in her voice. She moved back a few paces, her hands entwined behind her back.

He grinned widely and gestured towards the house, “Of course, you gotta get rid of the Neanderthal in there first.”

“Danny!” she admonished, but couldn’t help but return his smile. “Jesse’s a really sweet guy.”

“Jesse’s a moron,” he responded succinctly.

“Danny!” her warning was more severe and the smile was gone. She closed her eyes and sighed. Danny’s smile faded as well. He clasped his hands together and took a few more steps back.

“That’s my cue to leave.”

Michelle nodded and then looked up at him, “see you later.”

He was silent for a long moment, “later,” he repeated and he walked away. Michelle didn’t return to the house until his car had driven out of sight. When it was no longer visible, she raised a hand to her mouth and pressed her fingers lightly to her lips and with a sigh, she again whispered his name, “Danny,” and a wealth of pain, desire, confusion and love resided in that one word . . . her husband’s name.

The End

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“I am the MAN” By Sonya

December 5, 2016

Republisher’s Note: A little poem from the Rustling Sheets website. It references the wonderful “I am a Man” Speech.

Author’s Note: I don’t know what made me go here, so I will just throw it out there. Be sure to read it to the tune of Green Eggs and Ham … Sam I am … because PAS is the man.

“I am the MAN” By Sonya


The”MAN I AM.”

That “MAN I AM.”
That “MAN I AM.”
I do not like that “MAN I AM.”
I would not like him here or there,
I would not like him
I do not like “THAT MAN I AM.”

You do not like me so you say,
try me, try me,
and you may,
try me and you may, I say.

“MAN” If you will let me be,
I will try and you will see
I do not like you “I AM THE MAN.”

Say …

I like that “MAN I AM!”
I do! I like that “MAN I AM.”
And I would watch him in the rain
I would watch him on a train and in a car
and in a tree.
He’s so good, so good you see.
Say! I will watch him ANYWHERE!!

I do so like you “THE MAN I AM”
Thank you,
Thank you,

Not a Breath Stands Between Us By Jennifer Hallmark

December 5, 2016

Republisher’s Note: The Annulment Separation also brings out a lot of inspiration in fanfic writers. Another fanfic rescued from The Rustle of the Sheets.

Author’s Note: Timeline: Michelle has been in Europe for about three days, but missing Danny she has returned. She doesn’t know about the arrest, she doesn’t know anything other than that she misses him, but chicken-girl that she is, she has not truly admitted it to herself yet. They are both at Millennium, Danny is out on bail and drowning his sorrows.

Summary: Danny’s emotions overcome him when sees Michelle after her “European” vacation.

Rating: This one’s PG, folks.

Notes: This is just a short, sweet little vignette from Danny’s POV. I don’t have a sequel planned now, but hey, who knows. Enjoy!

Not a Breath Stands Between Us By Jennifer Hallmark

~ ~ ~Not a Breath Stands Between Us

I hadn’t known that she was back from Europe. Maybe she hadn’t even left yet, it had been only a couple of days. I wonder why she hasn’t contacted me about the annulment papers … and then I wonder why she has been stalling about the annulment, but it’s too much to ponder and I don’t want to think tonight.

I just want to drink. Drink dulls the pain, deadens the emotion I must insist that I don’t feel. So I just want to drink. But now that she is here, I have another activity in mind.

I just want to drink and watch her. And he’s not here, Drew mentioned that he was doing some errands. So I can gaze at my lovely wife without feeling the desire, no, the need to demolish that walking, wasted excuse for a flesh and bone that is Jesse Blue.

She crosses the crowded room and I feel my heart quicken. She affects me so easily. If she only knew how at her mercy I was. A hollow laugh escapes me, as if she would care. I shake my head, and repeat softly, “as if she would care.”

I take another sip of my scotch and continue watching her. She sits at the bar and crosses her legs. She is wearing heels, black and her legs are smooth, her black skirt is short, but not too short. She looks classy. Every inch a lady. If mother had ever given her a chance, she would have seen the perfect daughter-in-law. The perfectly respectable wife … bringing with her all of the respect that Springfield showed the Bauers. But of course she had not. Would not.

Michelle picks up a glass of something, it’s clear, no carbonation. Must be water. She brings it to her lips and they part, perfectly, beautifully. Just like everything about her. Beautiful. Perfect. A lie. It was all a lie, a picture-perfect portrait of everything I never knew I wanted and she presented it so … perfectly.

She tilts her head back and takes a long swallow of the cool water and I watch as the muscles in her throat contract and I feel a tightening in my groin and I have to laugh again. How easily she affects me. So easily. She sets the glass down and I notice the (of course) perfect imprint of her rose-colored lipstick on the clear glass and I have to shift my position as I wonder what the texture of it feels like.

She raises her hand and brushes her hair back — her beautiful, beautiful, honey-blonde, golden-fall, soft as a whispering breeze, hair. The curls are loose and soft, held back by a pearl-encrusted comb. I prefer it like that — the wildness, the unruly quality of those curls represent the untamed passions that I know, I know lie beneath the surface of that pristine Bauer perfection.

That passion that I so wanted to tap and inflame and bring out. And I could have, I know I could have, if she had given me half a chance. If. If. She cocks her head to the side and I see clearly the expression in one chocolaty-sable-shaded eye. It is sad, pensive and lost.

My God, I straighten up in realization. The look in her eye is the same look I see in mine every time I look in the mirror. The glass slips out of my hand and crashes to the floor. People look around me as I stand up, staring at her. She looks up, at the crash or the intensity of my stare, I don’t know, but she is looking at me.

Michelle. My Michelle.

Her eyes widen and her lips part and she rises from her seat. Her sweater is a pale green, and stretched taut across her form. I stand still, unaware of the whispers, the music, the moving bodies around me. My whole world is centered on my wife. My wife. My wife. My wife.

My wife is walking towards me and the loneliness is gone from her gaze. Therein lies apprehension (somewhere in my brain I note that it is apprehension and not fear) and a dazed kind of hope and passion — God help me, but that is passion in her eyes, in the flush of her cheeks, in the parting of those perfect lips.

“Danny,” she says my name and her voice is a song, the sweetest melody I’ve heard in my life. It’s been five days. Five days, fifteen hours and some odd minutes since I have heard her voice. Since I have stood this close to her. I find it difficult to breathe. The intensity of my wanting, my desire, my blessed need to touch me is so overwhelming it takes every single ounce of control I’ve ever had in my entire life to not reach out and touch her … her wild curls, her soft cheek, her lush lips, the translucent column of her throat.

“Michelle,” I manage her name and my voice sounds strained to my own ears. She sways ever so slightly closer to me and my heart is beating so loudly, so voraciously everyone in the room must hear it. I feel suffocated by her presence, her heat, her very being.

“You’re here,” I speak, anything to keep control. “I thought you were in Europe,” I move a fraction of an inch closer to her and the swirling waves of steaming hunger emanating from me seem to be burning her skin a rosy shade of red.

“I just got back today,” her voice is husky, barely a whisper and the words seem ripped out of her … it’s as if she is having the same difficulty maintaining normalcy. She steps closer and there is barely space for a breath between us. And she speaks again and her voice is low, so low that if I were not attuned to everything about her, I would have not heard her.

“I missed you.”

I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you.

Her words keep ringing in my head, in my heart and my control is gone, vanished, vanquished by this slip of a girl who has the power to turn my world, my life, my dreams upside down and inside out.

I hold her face in my hands without even realizing that I have done so. Her eyes are open and she is leaning into me, her body pressed against mine. I stare at her for the eternity of a second and give my own admission, “I missed you, too.”

And then I can speak no more. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted and I am kissing her, one arm wrapped about her waist, pulling her as close to me as I possibly can, so that not a breath stands between us. Her lips are soft, as lush, as wonderful as I remembered, but infinitely better because this is not memory, this is reality.

She moans against me and her hand clutches at the front of my shirt, the other threading through my hair and she is hungry … as hungry for me as I am for her. I am lost and in the midst of the splendor of being in her arms again, I realize that this is real between us.

There is no Jesse. There is no lie. No pain, no goodbye, just the two of us and she is kissing me, holding onto me, clinging to me with everything in her and with that knowledge I am set free.

She is mine.

This woman is mine. My wife. Of her own accord, of her own desire, of her own will.

She is mine.

I pull back and a whimper escapes from her. She is holding onto me as if I am all that supports her. Were I to let go of her, she would fall at my feet … but I will never let her go. Never again.

“Michelle,” I whisper her name and those beautiful eyes open and I can feel the tears just lingering in the corner of mine, but I don’t care. And I give her my heart — I give it to her to have, to hold, to love, to cherish, to break … forever.

“I love you.”

The End

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Ugly Cry

December 3, 2016

Every Friday night, I try to post another term of Soap Opera Jargon. Find previous entries on the Soap Opera Jargon page on this site.

Ugly Cry – Sometimes on soaps you get a quiet, lovely cry with a single tear or two. Brooke Logan Forrester on The Bold and the Beautiful is famous for this. Other times you are totally shredded emotionally and completely break down, tears streaming down the face, physically bent over, red face, red eyed, choking on your own breath crying. Annie Dutton, one of the true masters of the craft, works herself up into an ugly cry in this scene.

Check out the definition and history of the term ugly cry according to Merriam-Webster.

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 Talk Celebrates CBS Daytime 30 Years at Number One

December 1, 2016

Although making a place for it in the line-up (talk shows are much cheaper to make than soap opera), The Talk has been active in promoting soaps with host Sheryl Underwood especially famous as a soap fan. Underwood has even has had small parts on The Young and the Restless. P&G fans should appreciate that they not only saluted the remaining soaps, but also reached out to our lost soaps.

In addition to clips of game shows and interviews with representatives of The Young and the Restless and The Bold and the Beautiful, they arranged a reunion with four people from Guiding Light and four people from As the World Turns. In fact, Guiding Light got a bonus representative because Ellen Dolan, the original Maureen Reardon Bauer (Michelle’s mom), was one of the As the World Turns cast – Margo Hughes.

Martha Byrne shared photos from the event:

The clip introducing the hosts in 1980s costumes, their personal history with soaps and then a highlight clips montage from The Price is Right, Let’s Make a Deal, Guiding Light, As the World Turns, The Young and the Restless, and The Bold and the Beautiful.

This news story includes links to the opening and then a highlight from both The Young and the Restless and The Bold and the Beautiful.

Manny Stablan on Bed

Manny Stablan on Bed

The first of the soap clips package was for Guiding Light. So somebody knew what was important. Sadly neither Danny nor either Michelle was included in the reunion, but whoever put the clips package together knew better. There were two great clips of Stalban Manny kissing. It was kind of hard to get it to freeze frame on their player, but I’ve got a clip of each one.

Manny Stablan in Their House

Manny Stablan in Their House

The other Guiding Light people were: Jeva and Billip, Kim Zimmer (Reva Shayne Lewis), Robert Newman (Josh Lewis), Grant Aleksander (Phillip Spaulding #2, adult Phillip), and Beth Chamberlain (Beth Raines Spaulding #2). They shared memories in a too short segment.

Not part of the episode the Guiding Light stars share their favorite storylines:

The As the World Turns group included: Ellen Dolan, Colleen Zenk (Barbara Ryan Montgomery), Elizabeth Hubbard (Lucinda Walsh), and Martha Byrne (Lily Walsh) . There was a lot of focus, rightfully so, on the incredible Lucinda Walsh and John Dixon into the hot tub and then got married scene. Colleen Zenk was diagnosed with oral cancer in 2007 asking them to write the cancer into the storyline. Zenk had beaten the cancer, her character was diagnosed in 2008 and then the real cancer came back in 2009. She has had many surgeries since then, but she’s cancer free right now.


Not part of the episode the As the World Turns stars share their favorite storylines:

Also here’s a clip from The Young and the Restless:

And The Bold and the Beautiful:

End segment:

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.


Paley Center Exhibit CBS Daytime 30 Years Number 1

November 30, 2016

To honor CBS having the number 1 daytime line-up, the Paley Center is celebrating with tribute of displays and events on the shows. The Paley Center promotes and preserves television history.

The Paley Center has a playlist that includes a couple of tours of the display and the present casts having fun reading the first episodes of The Bold and the Beautiful and The Young and the Restless.

Catch the photos of daytime stars visiting the Paley Center in the November 28, 2016 issue of CBS Soaps in Depth.

The Talk does a quick tour.

The original first episode of The Bold and the Beautiful on YouTube.

The opening of the original first episode of The Young and the Restless on YouTube. The episode comes up periodically, but they are vigilant about keeping illegal copies off YouTube.

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.

Public Relations by Alisia

November 30, 2016

To make it easier to direct people to this story I wanted to put all the chapter links in a single post, in other words do a link roundup. This story is in the nonmob fanfic category.

Danny in Spaulding Office

“Public Relations” – Michelle had long had a secret crush on her friend Pilar’s older brother Danny. When Pilar and Michelle pledge a sorority together, Danny is Michelle’s date during a pledge dare, but does nothing to help her. Danny knows he was a jerk then, he has a simple explanation, he WAS a jerk in college, but he’d always liked Michelle.

However, the iron had entered her soul and when they both moved back to Springfield (he to CEO SanCorp, she as VP of Public Relations at Spaulding Enterprises) she leaves no doubt that her favorite part of her new job is when Spaulding can one up SanCorp. Fortunately for the dueling pair, fate, in the form of Carmen, Phillip, and Ed, takes a hand and decides the easiest way to get the two family businesses to merge is to marry two of the executives, namely Danny and Michelle. They announce it to the press as a done deal, before they tell Manny. Will they settle for an arranged marriage or will love arise? (Part 1) (Part 2)

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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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