Divided Hearts

by Balticbard

Chapter 19; Return of the Brooding Child

After spending six days in bed with Nicole, filled with nothing but sweaty, lustful, empty sex, Brooke McQueen, prodigal daughter was exhausted, and just wanted to return home again. Brooke wanted to see her parents, Jane, and Mike again. She wanted to sleep in her own bed, alone. And yes, Brooke wanted to see Sam again, even if they were no longer lovers, despite what had happened between them.

Thursday afternoon, Nicole parked her Jaguar in front of Brooke's house. Nicole glanced over at her lover, Brooke, who sat in the passenger side of the little blond's car, "well....this is it, Brookie."

"Yeah, I guess it is, Nic," Brooke replied wearily, as she opened the car door, and began to get out of Nicole's car, "see you later."

"Can I call you later, Brooke? Maybe the two of us can go out tonight?"

"I don't know, Nic. I'm awfully tired," Brooke leaned down to look at Nicole, who was still behind the wheel of her Jaguar.

"Aaaaww, come on, Brooke," Nicole pleaded, "we can go to the movies, and spend the night at my house making love."

"No, Nic. I'm tired. You, and I have spent six days in bed having sex! I want some time by myself!"

"Oh?" Nicole was suddenly seized by a wave of anger, mingled with sarcasm, "and how do you intend to be alone HERE of all places, Brooke? That BITCH, Sam is here too? Are you going back to her?"

"Nic, I'm sick, and tired of your petty jealousy. Just can it, or go to hell!" Brooke spat angrily.

"No!" Nicole was desperate, "please don't be angry with me, Brookie. Please."

Brooke looked up, and noticed the oddest thing; there was an old, beat up, tan-colored station wagon parked in the driveway of her house, just behind her father's Mercedes Benz, "who's car is that? I've never seen it before."

"That's Mrs. Esposito's car," Nicole said quietly.

"Lily's mom?" Brooke was aghast, "how do you know that?"

"Because I see the old lady pick Lily up after school every day, Brooke."

"Then....that means that Lily is here!" Brooke said angrily, "but why?" Brooke was quite upset now, as the thought of Lily, and Sam together in the same place simply made the lanky blond's blood boil with jealousy, and rage.

"I don't know, Brooke," Nicole replied.

"Just go home, Nicole," Brooke said angrily, as she slammed shut the door of her lover's car.

"Will you call me later, Brooke?"

Brooke simply turned her back on Nicole, and walked toward the house, without even looking back. Nicole was shocked by her lover's abrupt rudeness, and started to cry, as pain flooded her heart, "she still loves Samantha." Nicole tried to control her sobs, as she shifted her car into drive, and drove away from the McQueen residence.

Brooke walked slowly toward the her house, feeling a lingering distaste fill her stomach, as she heard the sounds of excited, gushing, agitated, female voices coming from inside, as she somehow managed to single out Lily's voice from amid the tangle of the others, "why is that little bitch here? What does she want?" Of course, the answer came, unbidden, unwanted to Brooke's trembling, anxious, angry heart, "she wants Sammy." Brooke had spent six days in bed with Nicole, having wild sex, stopping only to eat, or bathe, or sleep. But during all of that time, Brooke couldn't forget her dark, beautiful ex-lover, Samantha McPherson. Every time Brooke touched Nicole, or had sex with the little blond, she would see Sam instead. Every orgasm that Brooke felt, she would have to almost bite her tongue, to avoid crying out Samantha's name, "why am I so surprised? Sam was cheating on me with that little bitch anyway?" Brooke finally entered the open, front door of her house, only to find her father, Mike, pacing to, and fro in the living room, with little Mac in his arms, "dad? What the hell is going on here?"

Mike turned at the sound of his daughter's voice, "well," he said, his voice heavy laden with bitterness, and sarcasm, "so you finally decided to give us the privilege of coming home, Brooke?"

"I couldn't stand to be away any longer, dad."

"You stayed away long enough!" Mike replied angrily, as he cuddled Mac in his arms, "you didn't even have the courtesy of calling me to explain your absence!"

"But I called, and spoke to mom, dad!" Brooke replied plaintively.

"But it seems that you conveniently forgot to call ME!" Mike shouted, "I don't know what the HELL is going on in this house anymore!"

"But...."

"Brooke....who the hell am I to you?"

"You're my father of course," Brooke said hastily.

"Well you certainly don't treat me like your father!" Mike exclaimed loudly, his voice rising in rage, "you have treated me with total disrespect....AS IF I WERE A CLOWN! You didn't even call me to tell me what happened between you, and Sam!"

"I called Jane, and explained, dad! Didn't she tell you that I called?"

"THAT ISN'T FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH, BROOKE!" Mike was so furious, that his eyes were becoming red, and the veins in his neck were beginning to swell to the point that it seemed that they would burst.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Brooke replied guiltily, as the sensation of tears began to well up in her eyes.

"It was your duty to come HERE first, Brooke, instead of going off with that filthy SLUT, Nicole! It was your duty to come to ME first, because you are still a minor, and under my authority! But no! You prefer that fucking, goddamned, whore-hole, Nicole to us! You put her ahead of us, your own family!" Mike was yelling at the top of his voice now, and his face was becoming redder, and redder.

"Dad?"

"How ironic, isn't it?" Mike lowered his voice a few notches now, "Sam came directly home...to us....TO ME! A girl not born from my body, not of my blood, my STEP-daughter came running to me for help, instead of YOU, my real daughter. And do you know just how much pain you caused that poor girl, Brooke? How could you take the word of a filthy, mother-fucking, smelly, pussy hole like that bitch over your own sister, your lover? HOW COULD YOU?"

"I....." Brooke was openly crying now, as she stepped back, and looked at her father in complete shock, and disbelief, at the filthy words spewing from his enraged lips. As far back as she could remember, Brooke's father had always been a courteous, humble, clean-spoken man, who had never uttered a single expletive in her presence, for fear that she would begin to say them as well. But now, Brooke was hurt, even frightened at her own father's rudeness, at his sudden rawness, "dad....please..."

"You weren't here to see it," Mike said quickly, interrupting his daughter's small plea, which was lost on his hardened, resentful heart, "you hurt Sammy so deeply, Brooke. She cried for days over you. I have never seen so much pain in anyone. The first day she came home to us, she nearly choked on her tears! I actually thought for a moment that she was going to die!"

"But what about me, dad? I hurt too!" Brooke said in a small voice.

"YEAH, BROOKE!" Mike's loud, powerful, manly voiced boomed out from his throat, "what about you? You were somewhere else with your damn face up Nicole Julian's TWAT!"

"Daddy....."

"Don't call me that!" Mike yelled, "I raised you so carefully. I worked my damn guts out trying to be a good father, and mother to you. I tried to make sure that you never wanted for anything...ANYTHING.....and I finally find out that my little girl, whom I have loved over anything, anyone else in my life isn't a virgin....but a FILTHY, FUCKING WHORE! That's what I have for a daughter! A sleep around slut, just like Nicole Julian."

"No, daddy....please don't say that."

"What else am I to think of you, Brooke?"

"Daddy....I'm not like that....and you don't even know Nic!"

"I should know," Mike screamed, "I should know about Nicole! I slept with her mother when we were both in highschool! Nic's mother was the school slut....everybody's pussy hole!"

"Oh my God!" Brooke exclaimed, as she looked down in shame.

"What I just don't get..." Mike was crying now, and his voice was shaking, "is how you could believe that filthy whore over your own lover, whom you proclaimed to love over everything, and everyone? How could you, Brooke? How could you just abandon Sam? How could you hurt her so much?"

"Dad...." Brooke was crying heavily, almost sobbing.

"Sammy cried so hard for you, Brooke," Mike said, more soberly now, but his voice was still filled with anger, and pain, "but thank God, Sammy isn't crying anymore for you. She's found someone else to take your place, and I am really, really, FUCKING glad about it, Brooke!"

"What do you mean, dad?" Brooke asked, despite the hurt in her heart over her father's brutal scolding, "what's going on?" Brooke wanted to know what her father meant, and why Lily was in HER house with Samantha....HER Samantha.

"IF you had been here, Brooke," Mike said impatiently, his voice now at a respectable, level tone, "you would know that Sam is leaving today!"

"What?" Brooke was totally speechless for a moment, as her mind panicked at the thought that Sam was leaving forever, "is Sammy leaving for good?" The thought that Lily had come to take Sam away forever, filled Brooke with sheer terror, "no....she can't.....Sammy can't go away forever!"

"Heh!" Mike simply smirked, as he noticed his daughter's sudden, pale pallor, her apparent distress, and the terror in her reddened, tearful eyes, "why do you care, Brooke? You threw Sam over for that bitch, Nicole Julian. You ought to be glad to get Sam out of the way! Besides, Sam has someone else to take care of her," Mike was gloating heavily on his daughter's pain, "but I guess you have to know. Sam isn't leaving for good. Sam is going away for three weeks to an internship in Nevada."

"Tell me who, daddy!" Brooke said with sudden energy, with a sudden fierce look in her eyes, "who is Sammy with now?"

"You'll see soon enough, Brooke!"

Brooke never had the opportunity to say another word, for at that moment, she became a mere, silent, invisible spectator of the events that began to unfold around her. Brooke turned her blond head, as she suddenly heard laughter, voices, and a flurry of activity from upstairs. Suddenly a flood of figures quickly descended the stairs, and came into Brooke McQueen's view.

Lily Esposito was the first one to come down the stairs, quickly. The pretty Latina's face was flushed with excitement, "come on, Sammy! HURRY UP! You are so damn slow! You're slower than a TURTLE, Samantha McPherson! We're going to be late!"

"The plane leaves in THREE HOURS, Lily!" Samantha replied, her melodious voice bordering on a giggle. Sam was the second figure to come down the stairs, and she came down to her dearest, closest friend, the light of her life, her precious treasure, her pretty lover, Lily, who stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting impatiently for her, "gods....lollipop....I didn't know that you could be so bitchy!"

"Haha," Lily said sarcastically, but her voice softened considerably, her knees turning to jelly at the sound of her ravishing lover's pet name for her, "just get down here so I can hug you, McPherson!"

Samantha was laughing again, and her musical laughter seemed to fill the entire house with joy, as her sultry, sensual voice joined it, "you're so forceful, lollipop! But I love you anyway!"

Brooke stood as motionless as a statue, as she trembled inside at the sound of Samantha's seductive voice.

A third figure descended the stairs behind Sam, "MY BABY IS LEAVING ME!' Jane cried, as thick tears ran down her cheeks, and she began to wail, as she quickly attached herself to her daughter.

"Aaaww, mom," Sam was saying with difficulty through her mother's vice-like hug, "stop crying! You're embarrassing me in front of Lily, and her mom. Besides, I'm a big girl now!"

"Yeah, sure!" Lily somehow managed to say, amid her frenzied giggles.

"I don't care how old you are, Samantha!" Jane bawled frantically, "you're still MY LITTLE BABY!"

A fourth figure came down the stairs, then came up behind Jane, and somehow managed to pry her gently off Sam, "don't worry, Jane. Sam will be alright," Gloria Esposito said reassuringly, as she patted Jane's back, "its only for three weeks, and time flies. Sam will be fine. Lily is with her. The girls will take care of each other."

"You have to write to me EVERY DAY, Sam," Jane said tearily, "and you have to call me too!"

"I promise, mom," Sam replied with a smile.

"Come on, Sam!" Lily cried impatiently, "we have to get going!"

"I'm coming, Lily!" Sam said playfully, teasingly. Sam was laughing once more.

Brooke had expected Sam to be dark, angry, resentful over their break up. But that was not so, for before Brooke's bewildered eyes, she saw a radiant, ecstatic, playful Sam, stunningly beautiful, wearing her long, dark mane in a loose, French braid, wearing make up, dressed provocatively in a tight, red tank top, and tight, blue jeans, "she's so beautiful," Brooke thought to herself, as she felt her throat go suddenly dry, "and my dad was right....she's not crying over me....she has someone....Lily! I can't believe how quickly she got over me!"

Sam turned, and her eyes met Brooke, and for a moment she was speechless. Then, Sam regained her composure, "hi, Brooke," the girl said cooly, with forced cordiality.

"Hi," Brooke managed to say.

"How are you, Brooke?" Samantha said, her voice calm, and devoid of any bitterness, or anger.

"I'm okay," Brooke replied, unsure of what to make of Sam's friendliness.

"SAM!" Lily didn't like the way that Brooke was looking at her lover, so she grabbed the gorgeous girl by her thick braid, "come on!" Lily dragged Sam out of the front door.

"Ouch!" Sam yelped, as she was forced to follow Lily towards the door, "Lily, let go!"

Jane, and Gloria followed the two girls. Both women were chatting amiably, but stopped when they saw Brooke. Jane quickly took hold of the lanky, blond girl, and pulled her close, "Gloria, this is my other little girl, Brooke! Isn't she pretty?"

"Oh, yes indeed, Jane. Both of your daughters are beautiful," Gloria replied, as she went out the front door, following Lily, and Sam.

"Oh, mommy," was all that Brooke could say, as she literally threw herself into Jane's arms, and began to cry once more.

"Its okay, baby," Jane whispered, as she cuddled her cheerleader, step-daughter with infinite tenderness, "I understand."

"Mom, dad's so mad at me," Brooke said amid her sobs, "I'm so sorry for not coming home....really....I am."

"Give your father some time, Brooke," Jane said, as she gently stroked the girl's long, gold locks, "he'll forgive you."

"Sammy is leaving," Brooke said disapprovingly, "why?"

"A lot has changed since you left us, Brooke. Samantha has changed the most of all. I guess its her way of coping with her losing you."

"But why does she have to go away for so long, mommy?" Brooke was frantic now.

"Its for the best, Brooke."

"No, its not, mom!" Brooke insisted, "mom? Are Sammy, and Lily lovers?"

"Yes, Brooke."

Brooke was very angry, very jealous now, for despite the fact that she had broken up with Sam, and was now Nicole's lover, the blond girl still considered Samantha as exclusively hers; her personal property, "I don't want her to go away, mommy," the girl said plaintively.

"Its out of our hands, Brooke," Jane said softly, as she held her blond daughter close.

"She's gone, mom," Brooke muttered, "Sammy's gone."

"She'll be back," Jane said.

"But she's gone from my arms, mom," Brooke said sadly.

"Do you want her back, Brooke?" Jane asked carefully.

"I don't know, mom."

"Brooke, listen to me, please. You have to be sure. If you really want Sam back, then fight for her. If you aren't sure, then just let her go. But don't hurt Sam again. Let her stay with Lily."

"Do you hate me for what I did to Sammy, mom?" Brooke had begun to cry once more.

"No, Brooke, I don't hate you. You are my daughter also. I love you. What happened between you, and Sam is out of my hands."

"Mom?" Samantha's voice came from outside, like a long, lingering, melodic echo that went straight to Brooke's tormented heart, "aren't you going to say goodbye to me? I'm leaving."

"Go to her, mom," Brooke said wearily, her heart filled with pain.

"Will you be alright, Brookie?" Jane asked gently.

"I'll be fine, mommy. Go say goodbye to Sammy, and do it for me too, okay?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Brooke. We can talk then."

"Okay," Brooke said, as she forced herself away from Jane's comforting embrace.

Brooke watched Jane go out the front door, seeking Samantha out. Brooke approached the door, and stood in the doorway, watching her father, Mike hug Sam first, then Lily. It was at that moment, that Brooke began her secret pastime; watching Sam discreetly. Brooke's eyes quickly became glued to Sam, and Lily, and the loving interaction between them, "she's gone," Brooke whispered, "Sammy is so beautiful.....like a dream. She can't be alone for long. But now she's gone forever, into Lily's arms. My Sammy is gone." Brooke watched as Lily took Sam into her arms, and she suddenly felt a deep, stabbing pain in her heart. Brooke watched the girls kiss lovingly, and Brooke felt a fresh flood of tears rush to her eyes.

"Come on, girls," Gloria yelled, as she got into the driver side of her station wagon, "we have to get going to the airport!"

Sam had Lily by the hand, as she kissed her mother, Jane, "goodbye, mom....Mike!" Then, Sam turned briefly toward Brooke, "goodbye, Brooke," she said with a wave.

For a brief moment, Brooke felt her heart soar with happiness, because Sam had noticed her, "goodbye, Sammy!" the blond cheerleader yelled, as she waved back.

"Let's go conquer Nevada, Lily!" Sam said, as she got into the back seat of the Esposito station wagon.

"You bet, Sammy," Lily said, her heart gushing with joy, as she got into the car after Samantha.

Brooke sighed heavily, as she watched the station wagon drive away, with the girl who was at once, her torment, and her deep desire. The abrupt emptiness that Brooke felt inside now, was almost tangible, "Sammy's gone," the lanky blond sighed again. Brooke shook her head, as thick tears ran down her pale cheeks. Brooke turned, and went inside her house again, and then went up the stairs, with the intention of going to her room. But when Brooke finally climbed the stairs, and walked down the hall, and reached the door of her room, she just stood there for a moment, staring at the rough, white surface of the door before her. Brooke shook her head, then turned, and walked further on down the hall, until she reached the door of Sam's room. Brooke quickly opened the door of her step-sister's room, and went inside. Brooke went to Samantha's bureau, and looked at her reflection in the mirror; she was her old self once more, with neatly styled hair, about five pounds thinner, impeccably applied make-up, and smartly dressed, "I'm a damn clown again!" Nicole had imposed rules on Brooke to follow so that the two of them could keep having sex, thus proving once more to her that Sam had always been right about her, that she had absolutely no backbone, "maybe Sammy is better off without me."

Suddenly, somewhere in Brooke's dark, troubled mind, the memory of a soothing, seductive, feminine voice returned to her, filling her with a strange pleasure, and at the same time, an ominous feeling;

"Don't ever doubt me, Brooke.....I gave my heart to you.....I never break my promises.....my heart is yours until you throw it away......then it will be mine again to give to someone else."

"Oh....Sammy," Brooke whispered suddenly, as the ghostly, once loving voice of her lost lover filled her mind, "Sammy."

As the echo of Sam's voice slowly vanished from her mind, Brooke felt another stab of pain in her guilt-ridden heart, and another flood of memories of broken promises, and of lost love flooded over her;

"Brooke?"

"Yes, baby....I'm here," Brooke looked lovingly into her lover's eyes, and noticed a shadow of pain in them, "what is it, Sammy?"

"I just had the most awful dream, Brooke," Sam had started to cry.

"It was just a dream, Sammy......it can't hurt you. I won't let it."

"It seemed so real that it frightened me, Brooke."

"What did you dream, baby?"

"I.....I dreamed that you left me," now Sam began to cry.

Brooke tightened her arms around the girl, and began to kiss her, "that will never happen, Sammy.....its just a nightmare.....that's all it was."

"I dreamed that someone told you a lie about me....and that you believed them instead of me.....and you left me.....forever, Brooke."

"I would never do that to you, Sammy......you know that I can't live without you."

"Promise me, Brooke....no matter what happens.....that you'll never leave me.....promise me....." Sam was sobbing, her head buried in the blond's hair.

"Sammy," Brooke called gently, as she made the girl raise her head, "Sammy....look at me."

"Yes?"

"I promise you, Sammy.....no matter what happens.....I'll never leave you. I'll always love you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The memories of lost love, of long, tender caresses on nights filled with passion, of silken kisses, of a gentle, sultry voice speaking words of love now lost forever, covered Brooke like an unforgiving rain, planting in her heart a seed of doubt, and what could be the now, undeniable truth, "oh my God!" Brooke said amid her tears, "What if Nic lied to me? What if Nicole was lying all of the time, and Sammy was telling me the truth; she was never unfaithful to me. But I believed Nic instead of her," Brooke was sobbing violently, as she undressed, throwing her clothes carelessly onto the floor, "what have I done? I pushed Sammy into Lily's arms." Brooke felt a great weight of her guilt fall fully upon her already tortured heart. Brooke was very tired now, as she slowly climbed onto Sam's bed, and pulled the covers over herself. Brooke buried her face in Sam's pillow, and tried to remain calm, as her sobs gradually subsided. Brooke was exhausted, and sleep weighed heavily on her eyelids, as she lay back and relaxed, and let sleep wash over her, bringing a welcome, comforting veil with it. But before Brooke sailed away in sleep's arms, she had one last, determined thought, "I want my Sammy back!"

Chapter 20; A Passion Twisted Sideways

Samantha had left for Nevada on Thursday, the day before, and now it was Friday morning, and Brooke had just opened her eyes to a grim reality; Sam wasn't just gone from the house, albeit for a short time, she was gone permanently from the lanky blond's life. Brooke stretched out in bed, and yawned, then she sat up. She was in Sam's bed, and it was the most natural thing in the world for her. This wasn't really Sam's room, because in Brooke's mind, and heart, this was her room.

Brooke's mind finally woke up completely, and the grim realization dawned upon her of the difficult task that lay ahead of her that day, "I have to apologize to dad for what I did!" Brooke's heart fell to her feet, for she did indeed understand just how deeply she had hurt her usually doting, loving father, "he said such awful things to me, but I deserved them," the blond girl wasn't even upset over the fact that Mike McQueen had taken Sam's side against her, "I should have talked to dad first, before going with Nicole." Now, thoughts of Nic filled Brooke's mind unwillingly, "I can't be with her again.....for dad's sake, because he despises her deeply, and because I don't want to use her as an outlet against Sammy," at that moment, to Brooke, Nicole Julian was nothing more than a burden, a pest to be gotten rid of. Brooke got out of bed, and sauntered to the bathroom, and for one brief moment, she thought that Sam would be inside brushing her teeth, "but she's not here now," and the girl felt her heart sadden, "I wonder what Sammy is doing right now?"

Suddenly, Brooke felt an overwhelming, dark rage rise within her, to the point that she actually felt bile rise in her throat, "no...." the girl shook her head, as she realized just what her ex-lover might be doing, "I wish that I could strangle Lilith Esposito!" Brooke rushed into the bathroom, just in time to lift up the toilet seat, lean over, and then vomit. A now sweaty, upset, light-headed Brooke leaned back against the wall, and tried not to think of Samantha, and Lily together, "that little bitch is touching Sam right now....RIGHT NOW!" Brooke's memory flew back to the night that she accompanied her father to pick up a runaway Sam from Lily's house, "what a terrible night," the girl thought, as she recalled how she had left her father downstairs with Gloria, Lily's mom, and had gone upstairs to fetch Sam. Brooke had walked up to the open door of Lily's room, and had stepped back immediately upon seeing Sam, and Lily making love on Lily's bed.

Brooke's first instinct had been to rush in, and pull Lily off of Sam, but she held herself back, "that would really have made Sam angry at me," so the blond held back her gigantic rage, and watched from the doorway, as the girl she loved was touched, fondled, kissed, and generally used by someone else, while her fiery ire had to be kept in check. That night, Brooke died a thousand times, as she listened unwillingly to the sensual, loving sighs of the two girls, to their words of love. Now, Brooke shook her head, "I have to stop this. It won't help to remember. I have to apologize to dad, and go to school." So Brooke went through her morning ritual; she bathed, washed her hair, brushed her teeth, and then dressed. Brooke then went downstairs to find Jane in the kitchen, "hi mom," Brooke said, as she kissed her mother on the cheek.

"Hi, sweetie," Jane replied with a smile, "I'm making breakfast. Go to the living room, and wait. I'll call you."

"Sure, mom," Brooke replied, "where is dad?"

"Mike is in the living room. Go talk to him, Brooke."

"I really have no choice, mom."

"That's true," Jane answered quickly, "Brooke?"

Brooke, who was on her way out of the kitchen turned, "yes, mom?"

"Nicole isn't welcome here," Jane said gravely, "your father, and I agree on that. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it is, mom," the girl replied with shame, as she turned, and left the kitchen.

Brooke walked into the living room, and saw her father, Mike, dressed as usual in his dark, blue business suit, sitting on the plush, living room couch, reading his newspaper. Brooke swallowed hard, hesitated for about three seconds, then gathered up all of her courage to speak, "dad?"

"Yes?" Mike looked up from his newspaper, to see his forlorn daughter standing a few feet away from him.

"May I speak to you for a moment? Please, dad?"

Brooke's subdued manner, and her soft voice quieted the resentment that immediately rose within Mike's heart, "alright," he said, as he folded his newspaper, "what is it?"

Brooke advanced, and sat on an easy chair just a few feet away from where her father sat, on the sofa, "please, dad....I want to apologize for my behavior."

"Brooke...." Mike was going to hastily refuse his daughter's apology.

"Please, dad," the girl pleaded, "I'm not asking you to forgive me right away. What I did was terribly wrong. I know. I only want you to give me a chance to make up for what I did to you."

"Well, I don't know," Mike's hardened heart was beginning to soften, at least a fraction, "maybe."

"I promise to not see Nicole Julian again, dad," Brooke said expectantly.

"Hhhmmm," Mike looked directly at his daughter, but his heart just wasn't in a forgiving mood, "its good to hear that from your lips, Brooke. But honestly, I don't believe you'll keep your promise to me."

Brooke was now on the verge of tears, "dad....it hurts to have you treat me this way."

"This is all that I have for you right now, Brooke," Mike replied harshly.

"Dad....please give me another chance?"

"What about a trial basis?"

Both Mike, and Brooke turned at the sound of the third voice; it was Jane, in the entrance to the living room, "what about the two of you going on a trial basis?" Jane said, "sort of a cease fire, or temporary truce? Oh, and breakfast is ready."

"I suppose," Mike muttered, "it does sound reasonable."

"Please, daddy," Brooke pleaded, "just try?"

"Alright," Mike agreed, "we'll start today. Maybe I'll be able to trust you again. But no promises. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy," Brooke nodded enthusiastically, then she approached her father with the intention of hugging him.

"Don't," Mike replied coldly, bringing his hand up to stop his daughter from getting any closer to him, "I can't stand to have you so close.....you still have that bitch's smell on you. Its too soon!"

"Daddy?"

"That's enough, Brooke," Mike spat, "let's just leave it like it is for now. I am willing to try, and start over with you once more, but it will take time. Just don't push me." Upon saying that, Mike turned, and walked away from Brooke, past Jane, and into the kitchen. Mike sat at the kitchen table, and began to eat his breakfast in silence.

Brooke was crying, and she almost rushed to Jane, who hugged her quickly, "hey, come on. Big girls don't cry. Dry your eyes, and go eat breakfast, Brooke."

"Mom....he hates me," Brooke sniffled.

"He doesn't hate you, Brooke," Jane whispered, "you're his daughter. Parents never hate their children. That is an iron rule; no matter what, a parent never turns a child away. But you have to understand, and give your dad time to take you back. You just broke his heart, and its hard for him to accept that you aren't his perfect, golden, innocent little girl anymore. You're just a girl, with imperfections, and you're growing up too fast. Now, at least your father is speaking to you. The first step has been taken."

Brooke sniffled once more, and tried to smile, "thanks, mom." The girl was eternally grateful, when her step-mother brought her pale hand, holding a hankey, and wiped her tears.

"Go eat your breakfast, young lady," Jane chided in mock anger.

"Yes, mommy," Brooke replied, kissing her mother briefly on the cheek, and then running into the kitchen.

Jane joined a silent Mike, and Brooke at the kitchen table, and all three of them ate breakfast in silence. When Brooke finished eating, she got up, and announced; "I have to go to school." Brooke went around the table, and kissed Jane, "bye, mom, " then the girl fetched her purse, and books. Brooke went to the other side of the table, and brazenly kissed her silent father on the head, "bye, daddy?"

"Bye, Brooke," Mike responded gravely, yet not as coldly as before, when his daughter tried to hug him.

Brooke smiled a small smile, as she felt her heart lurch with hope. It was a small step, but Brooke sensed that her father was slowly forgiving her. Brooke smiled at Jane, who only nodded, and then the blond girl left the kitchen by the back door. It was time for Brooke to go to school.

Meanwhile, back at the kitchen table, Jane continued to eat in silence, while her handsome husband stared at her in surprise.

"What?"

"I'm quite amazed at you, Jane," Mike said quietly, "you've taken to Brooke as if she were your real daughter."

Jane smiled, "I've taken to you entirely, dearest," she leaned over, and kissed her bewildered husband on the lips, "you are the most wonderful, loving person that I have ever met! You are also the treasure of my life, Mike."

"Jane...." Mike was so moved, he felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes, "you've never spoken to me like this before!"

"If Brooke is yours, then she's mine too, Mike," Jane replied, as tears threatened to blind her own, dark eyes, "its not hard to love her. She's already inside my heart, just as Sam is inside of yours. But you own my heart, Mike McQueen. Just always remember that."

"And you own mine as well, Jane McQueen," Mike responded proudly.

"Enough of the mush," Jane said chirpily, "this is getting embarrassing.

"Jane?"

"Yeah, Mike?"

"I want to adopt Sam as quickly as possible, but I want her to take my last name as her own, Jane. Will she do it?"

"Yes, I think that she will," Jane replied.

"Good," Mike said happily, as he leaned over to kiss his lovely wife.

Brooke had been out of school for six, entire days, which she now regretted with all of her heart. Brooke recalled that she had spent ever single minute, of every single one of those six days in heated sex with Nicole. Now, Brooke was back to school, to real life, and she was having trouble getting accustomed to being back at Kennedy High.

Brooke parked her car in the Kennedy parking lot, and walked into the school, very much aware of the numerous glances shot her way by the passing students of the school. Brooke was aware that some glances were of approval of her physical beauty, some were of resentment because it was already well known gossip about what she had done to Sam, and some glances were of lust, because everyone also knew that she had spent six days in bed with Nicole, "I'll ignore them," Brooke said to herself, as she went straight to her locker, opened it, and started to sort out the books that she would need for her first class. Out of the corner of her eyes, Brooke spotted Harrison walking by, "Harrison!" she cried, truly glad to see the boy's pretty, yet forlorn face.

"Brooke?" Harrison slowly approached the lanky blond, who stood by her locker, "are you talking to me? Or am I just dreaming that you are?"

"Yes, I'm talking to you, Harrison," the girl playfully swatted his arm.

"You are officially speaking to me, the biggest social pariah amidst the female student body of this school?" Harrison asked in disbelief.

"It seems that we're in the same boat, Harrison," Brooke said sadly, "I'm not so popular anymore either."

"Uh, I know, Brooke. I've heard all the gossip about you, and Sam."

"And you've probably heard what I did to Sam, Harrison?"

"Yeah," the boy admonished, "but I hurt Sam too, Brooke."

"Losers have to stick together, Harrison," she whispered, "besides, I need you to help me catch up on all the homework that I missed!"

"Yeah," Harrison smiled, "I guess that means that you'll be sitting with me at the cafeteria?"

"Yep," Brooke replied quickly, "and with Carmen as well."

"Oy," Harrison muttered, "Nic is going to explode when she sees you with me."

"So?"

"Hey, you are welcome to join us, anytime, Brooke!"

"Then, I'll see you at lunch, Harrison. I'll be calling you tonight for the lost homework."

"Cool, and clear, Brooke," Harrison smiled, and then walked away.

Brooke closed her locker, and was about to head for her Economics class, when she was halted in her tracks by a familiar voice that came from behind her.

"Oh, Brookie," Nicole said with a happy sigh, as she came up behind the tall blond, and wrapped her arms around her lover's slim waist, "I missed you so much."

"Get off me, Nic," Brooke hissed, as she wriggled out of Nicole's embrace.

"What's wrong, Brookie?"

"You're what's wrong, Nicole," Brooke snapped, "I don't want you to come near me again!"

"What? Why?" Nicole was puzzled for a few seconds, but then she understood, "that Sam-bitch got to you again! I won't let you go back to her, Brooke!"

"You wish it was about Sam, Nic. But it isn't. Sam is gone. Sam is in Nevada with Lily for the rest of this month," Brooke said bitterly.

"You still want Sam? How can you, Brooke? She was unfaithful to you with Lily!"

"I'm not sure of that, Nic!" Brooke exclaimed angrily, and a bit too loudly, drawing the attention of several people passing by, "I'm not sure of anything," the lanky blond said in a lower tone of voice, "only that Lily should get on her knees to worship you, because you helped her get Sam!"

"Are you calling me a liar, Brooke?"

"I'm calling you a meddler, Nicole!" Brooke spat, "even if Sam were cheating on me, it would have been better not to know! I'd still have her, and my dad wouldn't be on the verge of disowning me!"

"Why would he do that, Brooke?"

"Because my dad despises you to death, Nicole Julian! I have promised never to see you again!"

"But why?" Nicole was truly outraged now, "what have I ever done to him?"

"Your mother, Nic," Brooke answered testily, "my dad hates your mom."

"Oh," Nicole replied in understanding, "that was so long ago. My mom dumped your dad when they were in highschool. But that's not my fault, Brooke! You can't just dump me in some kind of twisted, inverted revenge just because of your dad! You can't let your dad separate us!"

"Its not just him anymore, Nic. Its me. I don't want you around me anymore. I don't like you."

"Hmph," Nicole almost snorted in bitterness, "you sure didn't say that when you were in bed with me for six days."

"Just shut up, Nic!" Brooke countered, "I regret the enire affair with all of my heart. Now I can't go back, and I can't repair the damage that I've done!"

Brooke turned, and then walked away from Nic, who pursued her, and tugged at her arm, "you bitch!" Nicole hissed, "don't think that you can just throw me away like you did with Sam! Maybe she was willing to let you go, but I won't be so condescending!"

"My dad is right about you," Brooke said quietly, "you are nothing more than a slut!"

Nicole let go of Brooke at that moment, and stepped back, "I swear, Brooke, you'll never get Samantha back! Even if Lily loses her, I will do all that is in my power to make sure that someone else gets Sam, but never you!"

"And who would that be?" Brooke almost screamed, quite beside herself with the sudden urge to strangle Nicole.

"Everyone wants Sam!" Nicole spat with venom in her voice, "but Josh Ford wants her the most of all! And I know that Sam likes him back, despite her lesbian tendencies!"

"Don't you dare interfere, Nic!"

"Or what? What are you going to do, Brooke? Explode?" Nicole turned away, laughing triumphantly, "you'll eventually end up crawling back to me, dear. No one else will have sex with you, but me. No one wants you anymore. You're a has-been, Brooke McQueer!"

Brooke turned to see Nicole Julian walking away, swaying her hips, and humming to herself. Brooke wanted to run after the short, pretty blond, and pummel her almost to the point of death, "my dad was so right about her," Brooke shook her head, and walked to her next class.

Three weeks passed for Brooke in excruciating misery, as the absence of Samantha weighed more heavily upon her heart, and soul each passing day. Brooke secretly counted the hours, and the days until her step-sister's return, "I just want her here again," Brooke would say to herself during the night, "even if I have to go back to my own room to sleep. Even if Sam is still with Lily when she comes back. I don't care. I just want to see Sam, and to hear her voice. Even if she was unfaithful to me. Even if Nic lied or not. I don't care. I need to see Sam once more."

The entire month passed in great loneliness for Brooke, as she awaited Sam's return from Nevada. During the ensuing days, Brooke, and her father seemed to come to a somewhat comfortable, cordial silence, and Mike no longer seemed as cold toward his humbled daughter. But finally, the day of Sam's return arrived, much to Brooke's secret jubilation.

The day of Samantha's scheduled return, Brooke was up bright, and early. The pretty blond had reluctantly moved back into her own bedroom, and had wisely changed the sheets on Sam's bed, to make sure that her ravishing sister never noticed that she had been there. Brooke was up, and about with an unusual amount of energy, getting herself discreetly ready for her ex-lover's long awaited return, "Sammy's coming home!"

At the scheduled hour, Brooke anxiously kept watch from her bedroom window, gazing unceasingly at the stretch of road in front of her house to see Lily's station wagon drive up. When the old, beat, tan station wagon did appear up her house's driveway, Brooke howled with joy, and quickly went downstairs, but then remembered her predicament, and slowed down, "I don't know if Sam will want me around, so I'd better just keep quiet." Yet, the lanky blond could no more drown out her joy, than she could stop breathing, as she watched Mike getting Sam's suitcase out of the back of the station wagon, and Gloria talking to Jane, and Sam coming up the driveway with Lily in tow, "damn," Brooke frowned, "its that little twit, Lily!" Suddenly, Brooke saw something unexpected which greatly amazed her, "Why is Josh here?"

Josh Ford drove up in his shiny, black, new Mustang, and parked across the street from the McQueen residence. Tall, proud, blond, powerfully built Josh got out of his car, and strolled confidently across the street, and then walked up the McQueen driveway, with a huge smile on his handsome face, "Hi, Mr. McQueen," Josh said cordially, as he approached Mike, and held out his hand.

"Uh, hi Josh," Mike replied, confused by the young man's presence there, "its quite a surprise to see you."

"I came to see Samantha," the young man replied sincerely.

"Oh," Mike said in understanding, "he wants Sam....there is going to be hell with Lily now," Mike thought to himself.

Samantha McPherson stood tongue-tied, and amazed, as she stood, and watched Josh walk up the driveway of her house. Samantha's eyes began to glow, and her full, crimson lips involuntarily curled up into a seductive smile, as her gaze raked appreciatively up, then down the handsome athlete's manly figure, "why is Josh here?" Sam only knew that the baby-faced, blond, Adonis-like Josh had always come to her house, but only to see the golden girl, his beloved Brooke McQueen, "but that's supposed to be over," the girl thought to herself, "unless...." Sam felt her heart flutter for a moment as a strange thought presented itself to her, "is it possible that Josh has come for....ME?"

"Why is Josh here?" Lily asked, as she put her hands on her hips, and assumed what could be very accurately described as an aggressive, jealous posture, "why are you looking at him that way, Sam?"

"I don't know why Josh has come, lollipop," Sam replied quickly, almost feeling guilty, "what do you mean? How am I looking at him?"

"You're looking at him with pleasure, Sam. Stop doing that!"

"I am not doing anything wrong, Lily! Damn! Why are you so jealous all the time?"

From where Brooke stood inside the house, viewing the entire scene that unfolded before her eyes, she felt a sudden joy in the obvious fact that Lily, and Sam were going to start quarreling, "so they aren't the "live sickeningly happily ever after" lovebirds after all," Brooke thought, "and I know why Josh came; Nic told him that Sam would be here, and encouraged him to take her away from Lily!" Now, Brooke watched Lily's pretty face darken with jealousy, then seem to light up once more in a fiery fury at the way that Sam, and Josh looked at each other.

"Hey, Sam!" Josh exclaimed as he walked up to the two girls who were noticeably arguing amongst themselves, "good to see you back!" Josh extended his big, powerful hand to the taller of the two brunettes.

"Hey, Josh," Sam smiled, blushed profusely under the boy's appraising stare, and slipped her slender, delicate hand into his much larger one.

"Oh my God!" Brooke exclaimed, when she saw Josh suddenly, unexpectedly pull Samantha into his arms, then lift her up, and kiss her violently, full on the lips.

Little, fiery Lily exploded in rage, as she threw herself bodily at Josh, "PUT MY LOVER DOWN, YOU GORILLA!" the pretty Latina screamed, as she pummeled him repeatedly with her small, ineffective fists.

Josh began to laugh, and released a now dazed Sam, by putting the girl back down on the ground, "fists like a feather," the handsome Josh said with a smirk.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Lily screamed, her pretty face reddened, as she tried to throw herself upon him anew, but found herself hampered by the fact that Mike was now holding her back.

"Go home right now, Josh!" Mike yelled.

"Yessir!" Josh replied respectfully, as he backed away from Lily, and turned toward the street. But before leaving, Josh turned to the little, still struggling Latina, and said with a smirk, "don't get too comfortable, Esposito! I'M TAKING SAM AWAY FROM YOU!" Then, Josh confidently strode away.

Lily was still struggling, crying, and screaming, as she tried to wriggle out of Mike's strong arms, "LILY, STOP IT!" Mike cried, as he found it almost impossible to hold her down. Gloria came running up, and helped Mike McQueen hold the little brunette down, for she seemed to be suffering a fit.

"STOP IT, LILY!" Gloria screamed at her convulsing daughter, "its over. Josh is gone!"

"That bastard wants to take Sammy away from me!" the girl cried piteously.

"No, he won't," Mike said reassuringly.

"Absolutely not," Gloria reasserted, "Sam loves only you!"

At the sound of the adults' words, the little Lily stopped squirming, and calmed down. Sam went quickly to her, and Mike let Lily into his step-daughter's waiting arms.

"I'm still here, lollipop," Samantha said reassuringly, as she cuddled her lover, and murmured sweetly to her, "Josh was just kidding. He doesn't stand a chance.

Lily just cried, and cried, and clung to Samantha.

From where she stood, watching the scenes unfold, Brooke, reduced to a mere, helpless, insignificant onlooker, felt her heart rear up in pain, at the sight of Sam holding Lily with overwhelming tenderness, "I wish it was me, and not Lily in Sammy's arms!"

"I am taking you home, Lilith Esposito," Gloria said firmly, as she took her daughter from Sam's arms, "you've had enough for one day.

"I want to stay with Sam tonight, mom!" Lily complained.

"You've seen Sam for three weeks, Lil," Gloria replied angrily, "now its time to go home! Tomorrow you can see Sam at school!"

Lily only had enough time to give Sam a peck on the lips, before she was dragged away by her impatient mother, Gloria.

Sam was hugged again, and again by a teary eyed Jane as she entered the house. Mike too, hugged the newly arrived daughter with great tenderness.

"Its just so good to have you back, Sam," Mike said, almost on the verge of tears himself.

"Gosh, teddy bear!" Sam declared with amusement, "you really missed me, MOM!"

"STOP THAT, YOU TWO!" Jane yelled at Mike, and Sam, who were laughing like two hyenas. Jane was extremely angry, and rushed into the kitchen.

"I think that I should go after her, Sam," Mike said quietly.

"Go on, Mike. I'll just go upstairs to my room," the girl replied with a smile.

"Good," the handsome McQueen said, as he rushed into the kitchen, "but Janey.....we can share the job!"

Sam sighed wearily, as she watched her darling step-father run into the kitchen after her surprisingly jealous mother, "what a pair of goof-balls," the girl said with a smile, as she slowly ascended the stairs, dragging her suitcase with her. Samantha walked down the hall, stood in front of her bedroom door, and put her suitcase down on the floor, and put her hand on the doorknob of the door before her. Suddenly, Samantha felt a pair of arms seize her from behind, and wrap themselves around her small waist, "what? Brooke?"

Brooke's breathing was ragged, and she pulled Samantha to her, "I know that you don't want me anymore, Sammy. I know that you love Lily now. I know that you don't trust me, and you probably hate me. But....."

"I don't hate you, Brooke," the beguiling brunette replied softly.

"Oh, Sammy," Brooke whispered, as she tightened her arms around her lost love, and held her close for a moment, "you still are my sister, Sam....and I can at least give you a hug," Brooke was crying now, "I'm so glad you're home again!" Then, Brooke released Samantha, and ran into her room, slamming the door shut after her.

Seeing herself alone, Samantha finally let the tears emerge from her eyes, "it was all your fault, Brooke. Why did you have to believe Nic instead of me? I will never forgive you." The girl opened the door to her room, and went inside.

In the other room, Brooke lay on her uncomfortable bed, and just cried, and cried like a baby.

Chapter 21; The Samanthian Triangle

A tentative peace fell over the McQueen household; between Brooke, and her father, Mike, and surprisingly also between Brooke, and Sam. Everyone was on speaking terms, and being polite to each other, but extremely cautious of their words, and still distrustful of themselves, of each other. But it was still a small beginning on the road back to healing. But the real war was to take place at Kennedy Highschool, and not at the McQueen residence.

Sam returned to Kennedy High, with Lily at her side. Everything seemed to be fine at first, but then all chaos broke loose, for Josh Ford declared open warfare on Lily Esposito for the heart of the stunningly beautiful, beguiling Samantha McPherson.

From the very first day that Samantha returned to Kennedy, Josh began to pursue her, and to provoke Lily's wrath. The entire school had a field day with the tempestuous war between the athlete, and the fiery Latina over the most beautiful girl in Kennedy. The students, and even a lot of the teachers started taking bets on who would win Samantha's heart. A math genius in one of the study halls, coined a phrase for the entire scandal that would stick to the three protagonists for a long time; "the Samanthian Triangle.

It seemed that the greatest dramas in the now infamous Samanthian Triangle, took place during lunch hour, in the cafeteria, when Josh would recite sappy, mediocre poetry to Sam while she tried to eat, thus provoking the ire of the girl's obsessed, possessive, enraged lover, Lily, who would then proceed to throw everything on her plate at the handsome jock.

Samantha's sudden prominence outshone the very cheerleaders, who had once been the school's center of attention. Now, Sam was instantly recognized as a sort of sex symbol that went beyond the mundane, iconic prom-queen title, but was considered more as a goddess of the bestial side of the id.

The strange battle between two suitors over the wraith-like beauty, Samantha, brought about a very odd circumstance; Kennedy High began to split into two faction; the Josh side versus the Lily side. Each of the two suitors had followers now, willing to argue, and fight with the enemy, in order to win Samantha for their candidate.

Even though she, and Samantha were on speaking terms, Brooke knew that it was a fragile peace that existed between them. Sam was polite toward her blond house mate, and former lover, but also somewhat aloof. Everyday, Brooke was painfully subjected to the sight of two lovers warring over the girl that she still harbored amorous feelings for, and would probably love until the day that she died. Every single day, Brooke had to witness others compete for, and bestow attention on the object of her deep love. But Brooke was helpless to alleviate her misery, and was trapped, condemned to watch in silence, as an observer the events around her.

One day, the war between Josh, and Lily for Sam's heart became truly dangerous, brimming over into violence.

One day, after completing her cheerleading practice, a tired Brooke McQueen was walking across the playing field of Kennedy High, when her heart lurched, filled with joy at the spectacular sight of Samantha running on the track with the track team. Brooke was about to smile, admiring the sight of the beautiful girl running in a furious wind caused by the speed of her lithe, curvaceous body, but then the lanky blond spied Lily sitting on the bleachers nearby, watching the gorgeous brunette. Brooke felt her heart tighten, as she noticed the glowing, adoring gaze in the Latina girl's dark eyes, as they followed Samantha's gazelle-like form running around the track, leaving behind her teammates. Brooke would have continued walking on, turning her eyes away from Lily, and even from Sam, but instead the blond saw something that kept her rapt attention. Brooke spied the powerful, looming giant of a man, George, coming off the field after football practice, and taking giant strides toward Lily. Brooke found herself captivated by what she considered an interesting drama that was about to unfold, so that she discreetly approached the bleachers, making sure to keep out of sight, but getting close enough to see, and hear clearly the events that would transpire.

Lily sat impatiently upon the middle of the bleachers, waiting anxiously for her beloved, Samantha to finish her track exercises. Lily was a girl given more to intellectual pursuits, than to athletic endeavors. But the pretty girl was willing to tolerate the heat of the day, just to wait for her lover. Also, Lily loved to see her beautiful Samantha in full, physical movement. Sam reminded Lily of a magnificent, fiery, colorful tornado when she ran; she was a delight to the love struck Latina's eyes. Today, like every other day, Lily wearily bore the heat of the afternoon day, the drops of sweat on her brow, the uncomfortable bleachers, and all so that she could be there to meet Sam, and go to lunch with her. But today, Lily was startled from her loving revelry of Samantha, by an unexpected voice that sounded just off to her right side.

"Lily?"

"George?" Lily was surprised by her ex-lover's unexpected appearance, and she was also somewhat guilty about having left him abruptly for Samantha, "um....hi. How are you?"

"As usual, I'm miserable," George replied sadly, as he wiped the sweat from his obsidian forehead with his large hand, "I never stop thinking of you, Lil!"

"Please, George. Don't start that argument again," the girl replied testily, for the dark giant's presence now disturbed her immensely.

"I can't help myself, Lily," George almost bellowed, as crystal tears emerged from his brown eyes, then poured down his shining, dark cheeks, "I need you, baby. Please come back to me!"

"How many times do I have to repeat myself, George," Lily replied brusquely, "that I'm a lesbian. I don't really like men. I'm with Sam."

George sighed sadly, and ran his long, thick fingers over his shaven head, "it just doesn't make sense to me, Lil. I guess you just have to explain it all to me again. You never complained when you were in bed with me. Was I a bad lover? Did I treat you poorly?"

"Its not you, George," the girl replied, her voice softer now, "its not your fault. You were a good lover. You are a wonderful guy. Its just that I don't feel desire for you. I'm not in love with you. I like girls, George; and I love one girl with all of my heart; Sam. "

"But I can't let you go, Lil. I love you more than my own life," now, the young, tormented man was openly crying, "its not natural for two women to be together, Lily."

"Stop pestering me, George."

"Give me another chance, Lil. Please."

"No," Lily replied icily, "I don't want you anymore. Just go away."

"I can't," the dark giant replied, his heart wounded beyond any relief, "I love you, Lily."

"You'll find some other girl," Lily said quietly, feeling pity for the gentle man, "a lot of girls are in love with you."

"But I'm in love with you, Lil. I can't live without you. I think of you all of the time. I imagine us together, married, with kids."

"Stop it, George," Lily was seething with anger now, "just go away!"

"Well, what a pretty picture!"

George, and Lily turned to see Josh Ford standing nearby, and they both frowned.

"What do you want, Josh?" Lily asked testily, for her patience had worn thin under George's constant pleading, "why don't you just go to hell?"

"Please be nice, Lil!" Josh replied with sarcasm, "I'm here to see Sam, not you."

"I thought that I told you to stay away from Sam, Josh!" Lily exclaimed angrily.

"So," Josh said defiantly, "I can do whatever I want. Sam isn't your property, Lily. She isn't married to you."

"I will marry her one day," Lily proclaimed passionately.

Josh had started to laugh, and it irked George immensely to see his ex-lover as the victim of Josh's taunting, "shut up, Ford! Leave Lily alone, or I'll break your goddamn face!"

"You're nothing but a load of shit," Josh replied threateningly.

"I told you to get out of here, George," Lily yelled angrily, "I don't need you to protect me. I'm woman enough."

"But Lil...." George cried pleadingly.

"No wonder you lost this little bitch, twinkle toes," Josh said with an evil smirk on his handsome face, "you're such a sap! A real man doesn't cry! I'm a real man! Nobody walks all over me!"

"You're too pretty to be a man, faggot boy!" George yelled back.

"Hah! I'm so much a man, that I've fucked your little Lily, and Sam too!" Josh declared proudly.

It seemed to George that his mind exploded, and every fibre in his being was on fire. Suddenly, a dark, evil rage rose up in him, so that his breathing became ragged, he started to tremble, he lost control of himself. George was beyond reason, and words, as his inner beast was unshackled from his heart, and released, as with a loud, animal cry he brought up his powerful leg, and kicked Josh in the groin with such brutal force, that the blond man fell to the ground in abject pain, with a cry of agony, "YOU BASTARD!" George yelled over, and over. Then George turned quickly, and saw a sight that enraged him even more; Samantha coming off the track. Sam was the main reason that Lily had abandoned him, and right now he wanted to tear the girl apart. George turned, faster than lightning itself, and advanced upon Sam with reddened eyes, rage in his heart, and murder in his mind.

Brooke had been observing Lily, George, and Josh in silence. The lanky blond had been shocked to see George attack Josh, but had kept her distance. Now, to her horror, Brooke realized that George's next victim was her beloved, beautiful, fragile brunette, her Samantha, and that the girl was standing, watching the dark giant advance upon her, and not making any kind of effort to get out of his way, "OH....NO!" The blond girl began to run, her long, strong legs carrying her so quickly, that she was able to get ahead of the giant, quick-footed George. Brooke hurled herself bodily, and was able to intercept Sam in time. Brooke seemed to fly, as she took Samantha in her arms, and then she managed to knock the two of them out of George's way. Brooke ended up on the ground, with Sam in her arms. Brooke saw George turn, then advance toward the both of them, and she covered Sam with her body to protect her. Just when Brooke expected George to descend upon her, and her precious bundle, she heard Josh cry out. Brooke looked up from where she lay, to see with great relief, that Josh had gotten up off the ground, and now tackled George with great force, and rage. The two, giant men wrestled upon the field, until several football players came running, and separated them. Brooke felt a flood of relief, when she saw that both George, and Josh were dragged from the field by the other football players.

"Brooke?"

"Sammy," Brooke whispered passionately, as she looked down at the girl who lay underneath her, "Sammy!" Brooke could feel a thousand thrills of pleasure coursing through her body, and her heart was brimming over with love.

"Thanks for saving me, Brooke," Sam said quietly, as she looked up at her savior, "but I think that you can let me go now."

Brooke heard Sam's words, but their meaning didn't quiet register with her aroused body. The lanky blond was deeply relishing the warmth, softness, and feel of Sam in her arms, recalling all of their nights together, reliving in that second, all of the sensations, kisses, and touches that she had shared with her lost lover. Brooke wanted to make love to the ravishing girl in her arms. Brooke wanted to kiss Sam's full lips. Brooke wanted to do a million things to Sam, but to never release her.

"That's enough, McQueen! Let go of my lover right now!"

Brooke looked up to see Lily, hands on her hips, anger in her dark eyes, towering over her, "oh," Brooke reluctantly let go of Sam's voluptuous body, instantly feeling a wave of cold settle on her body, where the girl had been.

An intensely jealous Lily bent down slightly, and offered her lover, Sam her hand, "Sammy," she said, "let's go," and she helped her companion up from the ground, and quickly away from Brooke's touch. Lily momentarily embraced Sam, and then led her away.

Brooke wanted to cry, as she watched Sam being torn from her arms. Brooke watched in silence, as Sam looked back at her, while she was led away by her angry, Latina lover. Brooke now felt herself seething with rage, jealousy, and a deep, primal arousal caused by the presence of Sam in her arms, "I don't care anymore if Sam cheated or not!" Brooke said to herself, "I don't even care if Sam loves me, or Lily. I just don't care anymore. I want Sammy back. No matter what."

"You are so damn pathetic, McQueen!"

Brooke looked up from where she sat on the ground, and was further infuriated by the sight of Nicole standing over her, "what do you want, Nic?" Brooke snapped, for the blond was in no mood at that moment to see her newfound enemy.

Nicole Julian was not to be deterred by Brooke's viciousness toward her, for the little blond loved the golden queen desperately, and wanted her back, "I just can't believe that you want that little bitch, Sam back! After what she did to you, Brookie! You are so full of shit, that you are capable of humiliating yourself for Samantha McPherson!"

"Just shut up, Nicole!"

"I can't, Brooke," Nicole scolded loudly now, with furrowed brow, "I can't let you go! Can't you see that McPherson isn't worth it? Can't you understand that I'm the best lover you'll ever have in your entire life?"

"I want Sammy back!" Brooke exclaimed hotly, as she got up off the ground, and stood before Nicole, "I don't care if she lied to me."

"You can't want her back, Brooke!" Nicole screamed at the top of her voice, "you just CAN'T!"

Brooke was still reeling from a powerful arousal caused by having had Sam in her arms. The lanky, beautiful blond was in a very venomous mood because of her denied desires for her gorgeous ex-lover, Samantha, and simply wanted to be left alone. With pure, hatred, Brooke unleashed her feelings in a torrent of angry words that came gushing to her pink lips, "this is all your fault, Nic! Its your fault that I found out that Sam was lying to me! I wish that I had never known! At least I'd be happy, I would still have Sam with me. She wouldn't be with Lily. Now I can't get Sam back, and its all your fault. I hate you. I despise you, Nicole Julian!"

Suddenly, Nicole started crying, "please, Brookie....don't say that. I love you with all of my heart. Can't you understand that? Can't you see that Sam will never make you as happy as I will? Why can't you just open your eyes, and see the truth, Brooke?"

Brooke felt an unwanted emotion at the sight of Nicole crying; pity. Brooke was moved by the sight of tears in a woman who was known to be merciless, cunning, and extremely cruel in her dealings with other human beings, "I've never seen you cry before, Nic."

"I only cry for you, Brooke. Only for you."

"Nic....I'm so sorry for the way that I've treated you," Brooke looked down guiltily, "this is out of my control, just as it is for you. I don't love you. I never have. I'm fond of you, as a friend. But I can't feel anything else. What you feel for me, I feel for Sam. I love Sammy with my whole heart. She is the only one that I will ever be in love with. I want her back, Nic."

Nicole stood silent, as she watched Brooke turn, and walk slowly away. Nicole noticed that Brooke walked slowly, with her shoulders slumped, as if she were diminished. The pretty, short blond shook her head, and walked away in the other direction, "I can't give up," Nicole said to herself, "I just don't know how."

Brooke was indeed defeated, diminished, as she walked to the locker rooms, to change out of her cheerleading uniform. In her heart, Brooke carried a great weight, "I just can't let this go on anymore," the girl was still feeling residual arousal from her encounter with Sam, "I'm going to confront Sammy. I'm going to take her away from Lily for good. And I am making sure that Josh goes to hell!"

Chapter 22; The Walls Come Tumbling Down

The entire episode known as the Samanthian Triangle was always considered as a major joke by the entire school. But when the affair of Lily, Sam, Josh, and now George, resulted in a scuffle between the two men, then it was no longer a matter of amusement, and ended up in the hands of the faculty of Kennedy High.

Both George, and Josh were severely reprimanded by the school principle, Mr. Krupps, and were suspended from all school sports, and ordered to serve an entire month of detention. From that point on, Josh decided to tone down his pursuit of the ever elusive, evasive, Samantha McPherson, to a mute point. Now, the handsome, golden jock, Josh, no longer openly warred with the little, fiery Lily Esposito over Sam, the beguiling queen of Kennedy High. So it seemed that the Samanthian Triangle passed into the archives of school history, and everyone went on to other topics of gossip to replace the one that they had just lost.

Somehow, some kind of door had opened between Brooke, and Sam since the day of the scuffle on the field between George, and Josh. Perhaps it was Brooke's selfless act, her attempt to face giant George to protect Sam, but it brought the two girls closer. Sam was moved by Brooke's attempt to protect her, and somehow let down the cold barrier that she had around her heart. Brooke was able to move just a bit closer to Sam, and to feel some warmth from the girl for the first time in many weeks. When Mike learned of Brooke's heroic, selfless act, he too softened his heart toward his golden daughter. Slowly, it seemed, the affairs of the McQueens were falling into place.

For Brooke, Sam's softened stance toward her, was like a small ray of hope, a wispy beacon of light filtering through a darkened sky, and it lightened her heart considerably. Now, Sam was talking to her more often, and in a more casual manner, instead of the stiff, aloof manner of before. Now, it was easy for Brooke to coax an occasional smile out of Samantha. Now, it was easier for Brooke to reach out, and casually touch Sam at times without the girl pulling away. "Maybe, now," Brooke said to herself with a small smile, "maybe now I have a slim chance to get Sammy back."

"Ms. McQueen, please pay attention!"

Brooke was startled out of her revelry, and the entire chemistry class laughed at her. The teacher, a massive, intersex, masculinely dressed person named Glass simply smirked at the blond's attempt to apologize.

"Yes, Ms. Glass, I'm sorry," Brooke replied politely.

"Thank you for the cordiality, Ms. McQueen. But class is over anyway," the teacher exclaimed, "class is dismissed."

This time, the entire class didn't bother to laugh at the teacher's final comment to Brooke, but instead got up from their desks, and left the room quickly, anxious to go to their next classes.

"So, Brooke, are you alright?" Sam asked her lab partner, Brooke, to whom she sat next to in chemistry class.

"I'm fine," Brooke said softly, as she turned, and smiled at Sam, "why haven't you left with the rest, Sam? And where is Lily? I haven't seen her since the fight fiasco with George, and Josh."

"She's visiting some sick cousin in Fresno," Sam replied nonchalantly, then shrugged.

"Sammy?" Brooke noticed that her step-sister was depressed, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess," the girl replied in the same, flat tone of voice as before.

"What's wrong, Sam? I know you, remember? I can tell when you're down. Please tell me what's wrong," Brooke said softly, as she reached over, and gently covered the girl's hand with her own.

Samantha was quiet surprised at Brooke's tenderness, and first stared into the blond girl's eyes, then down at their joined hands, "Lily lied to me."

"Oh," Brooke retrieved her hand reluctantly, and sighed, "why did she do that to you, Sammy? Why aren't you angry with her?"

"I'm not her jailer, Brooke. I don't own her," Sam sighed sadly, "she wants some time to be by herself. I have to give her some space."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Brooke."

"What if......what if Lily lied to you?"

"She already has, Brooke."

"What if she's with someone else right now, Sammy? What will you do?"

"There's nothing that I can do," Samantha said calmly, sadly, as she got up from her chair, and walked toward the door of the classroom.

"Sam?"

"See you later, Brooke," the girl replied, as a small smile spread across her full lips, "thanks for trying to cheer me up."

Brooke gathered her books, and left the now, empty classroom. The beautiful blond sighed once more, as she unwillingly faced what was the rest of an empty day ahead of her.

After school ended, Brooke quietly left the school, walked t the parking lot, ignoring the voices, and laughter of the students around her, that also exited the school, in the direction of their parked cars, or the waiting school buses. Brooke found her car, got in, and then proceeded to turn the engine on, and carefully navigate out of the parking lot of Kennedy High, that was filled with hundreds of students. Evening was already in full bloom, revealing itself in delicate pastels across the sky, and the darkening day indicated that night was not far behind.

Brooke spotted Samantha walking by herself across the street, and felt the sudden impulse to offer the girl a ride, despite their discomfort around each other, due to their past as lovers. The lanky girl was about to stop at the other side of the street, and park just a few feet from Sam, and convince the brooding, melancholy girl to get in her car. But as Brooke was about to change lanes on the street so as to reach her step-sister, she spotted Josh in his black, convertible mustang, with the top down, playing loud music, heading in Samantha's direction. Brooke brought her car to a halt, and watched in morbid fascination as Josh beckoned to Sam, and the girl stepped close to his car. Brooke's eyes were glued to the two figures; Josh smiled, and moved his right hand several times, motioning to the empty seat at his side, and pointed to Sam, and she seemed to hesitate, shaking her head in the negative, then nodding assertively.

Finally, to Brooke's great disappointment, she watched Samantha smile, open the passenger door of Josh's car, on her side, then slide into the seat next to him. Brooke felt her heart break into a million pieces, when she saw Josh lean over, and kiss Sam briefly on the cheek, then turn, and drive away with her at his side. Brooke was rudely awakened from her dark bubble, by several cars honking their horns behind her, and loud voices yelling a large variety of expletives, and several colorful phrases of where she should be going. An embarrassed, defeated Brooke put her car in drive, and quickly drove away, wanting desperately to get as far away from there as possible, as quickly as she could, for her already anguished heart was breaking once more, "that could have been me with Sammy, and not Josh." A despairing Brooke simply went home to an empty house; Mike had chosen to take Jane, and little Mac with him on his latest business trip to Colorado, and they would be gone for an entire week.

Brooke parked her car in the driveway of her house, got out, unlocked the front door, and went inside. The lanky girl threw her books onto the couch, then simply went upstairs, and went to bed, for she was completely without any to desire eat, or study, or watch TV, or simply to live. Brooke got into her bed, and went to sleep.

What seemed like an eternity later, Brooke was awakened from her troubled sleep by noises coming from outside; dim echoes of two, familiar voices that floated up to her, "its Josh, and Sammy......she's home. Sammy is home." The blond couldn't help that her tired heart lurched with joy, at the thought that her beloved was finally home, "with me. Josh has to go home. Lily isn't here. Sammy is alone here me with me." Brooke got out of bed, and walked down the hall out side of her room, and stood at the top of the top of the stairs. Brooke looked down onto the living room, that was dimly lit by single lamp that she had left on in a corner. The front door opened, and two figures stood in the doorway, and Brooke had to lean a bit over the railing to see them, and to listen to their murmured words;

"Well, it has been a very interesting night, Mr. Ford," Sam said playfully, seductively, her soft, melodic voice rising, then falling delicately in its sultriness.

"Its been especially memorable, Ms. McPherson," Josh replied, his voice husky, pregnant with a hint of amusement, "I'm the one who has to be grateful. Very, VERY grateful indeed."

"Now I know what all those girls in school were whispering about, you big gorilla," Sam said, her voice becoming deeper, bordering almost on a low tenor, "now go home. You're a pest."

"Kiss me first, Sa...man....tha," Josh laughed softly.

"You're going to keep calling me that, aren't you?"

"I love drawing your name out," Josh said playfully, "its so stupid for everyone to shorten it. It has so many possibilities, and variations."

"You flirt like a woman, Mr. Ford."

Josh laughed, this time louder, and heartily, "and you say the most shameful things, McPherson. But I'm willing to be your secret lesbian lover anytime you want."

"Interesting concept, Josh. Now, go home. I'm tired. You wore me out."

"Am I a better lover than that geek, Harrison?" Josh asked.

"Yes you are," Sam giggled, "at least you called out the correct name at the most appropriate time.

Again, Josh laughed, "hey....what about you, and Lily....and me going at it?"

"If she doesn't feel like castrating you, Josh....maybe."

"OH MY GOD!" Josh exclaimed, "you mean that?"

"Hush!" Samantha scolded soberly, "Brooke might be asleep."

"I'll dress in drag like a girl for her," Josh said quickly, "just tell her, okay?"

"Will you go away now?" Sam asked.

"Just shut up, and kiss me you fool," Josh replied huskily.

"Oh, what a cliche," Sam said with a sigh, as she leaned toward him.

Brooke felt her stomach rumble, and a wave of nausea hit her, as she watched the soft light of the lamp play in endless shades, and tones upon the two lovers at the front door. Brooke had to force down the bile, as she watched the slender, beautiful girl enveloped in the arms of the powerful giant that leaned down to seal his countenance to her own. The sounds of kissing floated up to Brooke, and finally drove her over the edge, so that she had to flee to the bathroom, to the toilet, and vomit. Then, Brooke heard the front door shut, and a car driving away. Brooke heard Sam's light footsteps coming up the stairs, "Sammy?" she called out.

"I'm here, Brooke," Sam replied softly, "where are you?"

"I'm in the bathroom, Sam."

"Are you alright, Brooke. You sound sick."

"I'm okay," Brooke said hastily, trying to hide her condition, "its just the cafeteria food."

"Hhmm," Sam's voice floated to Brooke's ear, and the girl's gentle laughter came right behind it, "I can concur. Is there anything that I can do for you?"

"Just go to bed, Sammy. I'll be okay."

"Okay, Brooke. If you need anything, let me know."

"Clear."

Brooke heard Sam enter her room, "Sammy?"

"Yeah, Brooke?"

"Where did Josh take you?"

Several seconds passed, and silence was the only response that Brooke received, "Sammy?"

"Do you really want to know that, Brooke?"

"Yes."

"Josh took me to the Kissing Hills," Samantha replied truthfully.

"Oh," Brooke's throat was suddenly dry, and the taste of her own bile was burning her mouth, "did you.....?"

"Yes. Josh, and I had sex," Sam said nonchalantly, "you have a problem with that?"

"I really don't have any choice," Brooke said quietly.

"Goodnight, Brooke," Sam responded dryly.

"Goodnight, Sammy."

That night, Brooke didn't sleep very well, as she tossed, and turned, her slumber filled with unwanted images of Sam, Josh, and Lily making love, while she was made to watch, unable to move. The next morning, Brooke woke up, and blessed the daylight for releasing her from painful dreams. Brooke got out of bed, and called out to her house mate, "Sammy?" No answer came, so Brooke went into her ex-lover's room, and found it empty. Brooke found a note on Sam's pillow, and read it;

"Brooke,

I got up two hours earlier, and decided to just get ready, and go out. I left your breakfast downstairs in the microwave. I'll see you later in school.

Sam."

Brooke dragged her feet, as she showered quickly, dressed, and went downstairs. She found a bowl of cereal in the microwave, and decided not to eat, "I just can't keep any food down right now. The thought of Sam with Josh has me screwed up!" The blond gathered her books, locked up her house, got into her car, and drove to school.

When Brooke got to school, she was only able to attend her first two classes. Brooke was struck by a such a deep depression, that she had to discreetly slip out of her second period history class, and go directly to the Novak, which was fortunately for her, completely empty at that time of the day. Brooke locked herself in an empty stall, sat on the toilet, and began to cry, as quietly as possible. Brooke was completely heartbroken at the fact that Josh had made love to Samantha, and the thought of them together not only enraged her, it was making her physically sick, "was Nicole right about Sammy? Did Sammy really cheat on me with Lily? Now, Sam is cheating on Lily with Josh. Am I to blame for all of this? What if I had trusted Sam, and not believed anything that Nic told me? If Nic really did lie to me, then I am responsible for destroying the love that Sam had for me, and throwing her into the arms of rival lovers. But....did Nicole lie to me about Sammy?"

Brooke heard the door of the Novak open, and someone enter. Brooke immediately recognized the soft footsteps, and the familiar scent of perfume that floated to her nose, "its Sammy." Brooke was overjoyed at her step-sister's presence in the Novak, and would have exited her stall to make her presence known to the girl, but she heard someone else enter the restroom after Sam, and she decided to keep hidden. Instantly, a second, perfumed scent floated up to Brooke's nose, and she recognized it, "Nicole is in here."

"Oh.....hi, Nic," Samantha said pleasantly, as she looked at herself in the mirror before her, and checked her make-up.

"Hi, Sam," Nicole replied in an equally cordial tone, as she stood next to the brunette, to look at herself in the large mirror over the sinks of the restroom, "so, how are you doing?"

"Same as usual," Sam said nonchalantly.

Brooke was surprised that the two girls, known to generally be enemies, who had been rivals for her love, were speaking to each other in such a courteous manner, and had not yet begun to bicker pettily.

"Have you seen Brooke, Sam?"

"Not today, Nic. I saw her last night. I got up before she did this morning, and came to school early."

"Hhhmmm," Nicole muttered with a smile, "I saw you last night at the Kissing Hills with Josh, Samantha. Aren't you spoken for?"

"And I saw you there too, Nic," Sam laughed, "you were with your usual orgy group; Mary Cherry, and some new jock."

"His name is Willard," Nicole whispered conspiratorially.

Both Sam, and Nicole began to giggle, in an uncharacteristically friendly manner, which greatly shocked Brooke.

Several seconds of silence passed, and then Sam spoke.

"Nic?"

"Yeah?"

"I never got to congratulate you on your cunning, and deviousness, Ms. Julian," Sam said with a snicker.

"What do you mean?" Nicole asked in confusion.

"Lily finally let loose, and told me the entire story. I mean, I pretty much suspected what the two of you had done, but she finally admitted the entire affair to me a few nights ago; how you, and she planned, and split me, and Brooke up."

"What? Wait a minute....." Nicole's voice wavered nervously.

"Lily told me the entire thing, Nic. It sounds like some classic plot out of some old movie; you planned it so that Lily had me here in the Novak at just the exact moment when you brought Brooke here with you, to supposedly catch me kissing Lily. Just when you, and Brooke came in, Lily attacked me, kissed me, and made it look like I was kissing her back."

"I am admitting nothing, Samantha McPherson. This might be some kind of trap. You could be conspiring against me somehow."

Samantha started to laugh heartily, "you are such a jewel, Nicole. I'm not trying to trap you on tape or anything. This isn't a counter plan to try, and get Brooke back. I'm just complimenting you. You are a true genius."

Nicole looked at Sam as if the girl were an alien, "are you sure you're the real Sam McPherson, who hates my guts?"

"Of course I am, you dufus."

"Oh," Nicole smiled, "I'm just surprised that you're not upset that I ruined your little romance with Brooke. I mean....you really aren't upset, or planning some kind of revenge against me?"

Brooke thought that she would faint, as a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her, at Nicole's admission, "Nic lied to me!" It seemed to Brooke as if her entire world had just been turned upside down, "Sammy was telling me the truth all the time! Oh my God!" Tears suddenly sprang to the lanky blond's eyes, as a flood of guilt, and shame filled her completely, "how could I have been so STUPID?"

Silence ensued between the two girls, as Nic continued to stare at Sam.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Nic? Stop it. You're scaring me."

"I'm just surprised, Sam. All of this is so odd; you, and me talking in a civil manner. Are you really not angry with me over losing Brooke?"

"No."

"Really?" Nicole was still doubtful.

"You won, Nicole. Its plain, and simple. You used deceit, but you got results. If Brooke had really loved me, she never would have believed you. She would never have doubted me for one instant. But she did, and now she's yours."

"Are you angry with Lily for having helped me split you, and Brooke up, Sam?"

"Its much too late to be angry with Lil, Nic. I love her. I can't let her go now."

"Then why were you at the Kissing Hills last night with Josh, if you love Lily?" Nicole asked, crossing her arms, and tapping her foot.

"Its rather complicated, Nic."

"I'm listening," Nicole replied firmly, "so spill!"

"Lily told me that she was going to see a sick cousin in Fresno. But I called her sick cousin, and Lily wasn't there. Lily lied to me. The truth is that Lily was in bed with George."

"Ohmygod!" Nicole exclaimed loudly, "is that why you were with Josh? Is it revenge sex?"

"I was depressed, and feeling lonely, so I spent the night with Josh."

"What are you going to do now, Sam?"

Samantha was never able to answer Nicole, because the door of the Novak was suddenly thrown open with such force, that the stalls shook. A short, fiery, feminine figure appeared at the entrance of the Novak, entered in, and slammed the door with the same, explosive force that she had used to open it in the first place, "SAMANTHA!" Lily's angry voice boomed with the force of a nuclear explosion.

"Well, speak of the devil," Nicole said with marked sarcasm, as she snickered.

"GET OUT OF HERE, NICOLE!" Lily screamed at Nicole.

"No I will not, Esposito!" Nicole replied coldly, "I have to use the toilet!"

"Use another restroom, Julian!" Lily yelled.

"NO!" Nicole screamed in return.

Lily advanced on Nicole, with her small hands balled into fists, and her dark eyes burning with intense rage, and ferocity, "GET. OUT. NOW. NICOLE."

Nicole stepped back, her heart filled with fear, "uh, bye, Sam. See you later." Nicole Julian made a hasty retreat from the Novak.

Brooke was holding her mouth with one hand, and her other hand was flat over her heart. Brooke was fighting the violent urge to vomit, as she recalled the look in Sam's eyes, when the girl saw her having sex with Nicole in the janitor's room, "how could I have been so inconsiderate to her? I let Sam catch me having sex with Nic in the very same place where I took her virginity!" Brooke felt herself sinking further, and further into dark despair, "I'm worthless, and filthy." Brooke wanted to cry out in pain, to tear out her own hair by the fistfuls. But all that the lanky blond did, was to grind her teeth, and summon up all of her courage, so as not to start sobbing, and reveal her presence to Sam, and Lily, "I broke all of my promises to Sammy. I betrayed her, her trust. But I want her back. I want my Sammy back." Despite her great anguish, Brooke remained silent, intensely curious as to what would happen between Sam, and Lily.

"Sam, please tell me that what I just heard isn't true."

"Lily....."

"IS IT TRUE? Lily's voice rose to a loud, shrill, desperate scream that chilled Brooke's insides.

"Yes," Sam replied quietly.

"You....he...." Lily was shaking with rage, her voice trembled with the first convulsive sobs.

"Yes," Sam said again, calmly, "I had sex with Josh. But how did you find out, lollipop?"

"Don't you DARE call me that!" Lily hissed, "don't EVER call me that again!"

"How did you find out?" Sam asked, her voice still calm.

"That....that bastard, Josh," Lily could hardly speak through her rage, "he stopped me in the hall just now, and told me everything," Lily was crying, "how could you hurt me this way, Sam? HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME?"

"Lily.....please.....I...."

It was at that moment, that Brooke heard something that both frightened, and enraged her; the sound of Lily's palm hitting Sam's face with vigorous force.

Lily Esposito was so enraged, so jealous, that she was driven to strike her lover's beautiful face over, and over again;

"YOU....WHORE!"

Slap.

"SLUT!"

Slap.

"YOU FILTHY BITCH!

Slap.

Brooke couldn't bear it anymore, as she finally burst from her stall, "DON'T HIT HER ANYMORE!"

Both Sam, and Lily were startled to see Brooke. Sam was speechless, but Lily reacted quickly.

"Stay out of this, McQueen! This isn't any of your business!"

"If it has to do with Sam, then its my business, Esposito! If you hit Sam again, I swear that I will kill you!"

"Oh," Lily said with sarcasm, "you want to play the hero now, so that maybe you'll get Sam back, McQueen? Is that it?"

Brooke said nothing, but advanced threateningly toward Lily, who stood her ground, and glared fiercely back at the tall blond. Both of the young women stared at each other defiantly, and struck threatening postures. But Samantha's voice finally broke the showdown between the two, angry, jealous girls.

"Stop it, you two!" Samantha said with irritation.

Sam's voice made Lily, and Brooke come back to reality.

"Stay out of this, Brooke," Sam said quietly, "I can handle this."

"But, Sammy," Brooke said with desperation, "she hit you!"

"You heard her, McQueen," Lily said with a triumphant smirk on her pretty face.

Sam turned from Brooke, faced Lily, and asked her an unexpected question, "why did you lie to me about your sick cousin, Lil?"

"What?" Lily suddenly went deathly pale, "I didn't lie."

"You lied to me, and slept with George," Samantha said firmly, calmly.

"It...how.....?" for once, Lily was disarmed, as guilt overwhelmed her.

"George stopped me in the hall yesterday morning," Sam said, "and he told me about you sleeping with him. George had the courtesy to describe in vivid detail everything that you two did in bed together, Lily."

"Oh no," Lily lowered her head, "oh no."

"I trusted you, Lily," Sam said softly, "I thought you would be different. But you weren't. You hurt me like Brooke did."

"Sammy?" Brooke cried plaintively, "I'm....."

"Not now, Brooke," Sam said coldly, as she cast her step-sister an angry glare, then turned to face Lily once more, "why didn't you just tell me the truth, Lily? Why didn't you just tell me that there are times that you needed to be with a man? I could have understood. But I can't stand being lied to."

"Oh....Sammy...." Lily was now almost choking on her tears, as she watched Sam rub her bruised cheek.

"I guess that we're even now, Lily," Sam replied sadly.

Lily ran out of the Novak, sobbing as she did, leaving Sam, and Brooke behind to face their own issues.

"Why didn't you come to me for comfort, Sammy?" Brooke asked, "why did you have to go to Josh?"

"That would have been like repeating my mistakes, Brooke. Because you hurt me the first time. Because I loved you with my whole heart, and you destroyed me. I can't ever trust you again."

Brooke's eyes nearly popped out of her blond head, and her heart nearly exploded with joy, "you still love me, Sammy!"

"It doesn't matter anymore, Brooke," Sam interjected.

"What?" Brooke was deflated.

"I'm going to go crawl on my hands, and knees back to Lily, and fix things with her," Sam replied wearily.

"No!" Brooke cried in desperation, "you can't do that, Sammy!"

"What I have with Lily is a relationship, Brooke. Its not perfect, but its solid. I don't want to end it just because of this."

"If you can forgive Lily, then why can't you forgive me as well, Sammy? Why?"

"Because it isn't the same thing, Brooke!"

"Its exactly the same thing, Sam!" Brooke exclaimed angrily, "Lily was unfaithful to you, just like me. What is the difference?"

"I didn't see Lily with George the way that I saw you with Nic," Sam replied, "I still can't forget the sight of you having sex with her. I can't forget it. It hurts too much."

"Then let me make it up to you, Sammy! I can make you trust me again!" Brooke pleaded fervently.

"Stop it, Brooke!" Sam snapped, looking away, as she felt her emotional barriers begin to crumble under Brooke's pleading, piteous gaze.

"Oh, Sammy....I love you so much!" Brooke said passionately, softly, as she slid closer to Sam, as she intuit that the girl had begun to weaken, "you know that I love you madly....with all of my heart!"

"Brooke! Wait! Don't come any closer!" Sam had begun to retreat.

Brooke couldn't help herself anymore, as she extended her anxious arms, and caught the gorgeous girl, then surrounded her in a silken embrace, "its too late now, Sammy. You can't hide the truth from me anymore. I can see it in you eyes. You still love me!"

"NO!" Samantha exclaimed hotly, "I don't love you. I love Lily."

Samantha was trapped, as Brooke's strong, slender arms tightened around her slender form like slithering serpents, trapping her in a vise-like hug.

"I understand it all now," Brooke said softly, "everything has been a facade to keep me away. Lily, and Josh were just barriers, walls that you put up to keep me away from you, Sammy."

"Let me go, Brooke!" Sam had turned rebellious, as she squirmed in Brooke's arms, "let me go!" Sam was fighting for her dignity, for her composure was melting very quickly before the lanky blond's gentle prodding.

"No, Sammy," Brooke said firmly, as she held on to her resentful, sullen brunette, "I'm never letting you go now. I've waited so long for you. I've yearned so much for you. I'm not losing you again!"

"You have lost me!" Now, Sam was showing the true emotions that she had been hiding under her recent, calm exterior. Now, the true Samantha McPherson emerged; a dark, angry, stubborn, resentful girl who was still angry, and deeply in love with Brooke, who was aware of this, and taking advantage of it.

"No, I haven't lost, Sammy. I never did. You've been in love with me all along, but your hurt pride didn't let you admit it. Your affair with Lily, and Josh were just your way of getting back at me for my being with Nicole. But you belong to me, Samantha. You're mine. You will always be mine, no matter who you've been with. This morning was the last time that I will ever wake up without you in my bed!" Brooke said breathlessly.

"I despise you, McQueen!" Samantha exclaimed fervently, through gritted teeth, as she continued to struggle against Brooke, "I don't want you to touch me!"

"Its too late now, Sammy," Brooke exerted just a bit more force, and completely overpowered Sam. Brooke leaned down, and covered Sam's lips with her own. Then Brooke kissed Sam with love, with the pent up desire, and longing that had built up in her heart during the girl's absence from her arms, "I've missed you so much, Sammy!"

When Samantha realized that force, and anger were useless against Brooke's tenderness, she changed her tactics, "please, Brooke," the beguiling girl trembled despite herself, "please, let me go."

"No. I'm not letting you go, Sammy.....no matter what you say. Our separation is officially over."

"I love Lily," Sam said weakly, "I'm with Lily." Samantha was crying softly now, as her dark, beautiful head lay weakly upon Brooke's firm shoulder, nestled upon the girl's long, blond hair.

"There's no Lily anymore," Brooke said softly, as she momentarily released on of her hands, and brought it up to tilt Sam's head back, and then she began to kiss the girl's slender neck, "there's no more Josh either. I'm not letting either of them near you ever again. You, and I are a couple again."

Samantha was now openly crying; not for Josh, who had been a passing emotion, the fetus of a possible love in her heart, but for the sweet, tender lover that she had once had, her fiery, passionate Lily. But Sam knew that Brooke was the ultimate love of her life; the one person who could move her to pure madness, and pleasure, and who could make her feel like she was drowning, yet on fire at the same time, "I have to go to class, Brooke."

"No," Brooke muttered into Sam's small ear, "no more school for us today, Sammy."

"What?"

"I'm taking you home, Sammy. Then, you, and I are going to bed. I'm going to make love to you all day long."

"Oh," Samantha gasped, in spite of herself.

Samantha's aroused, silken moan was swallowed by Brooke's mouth, which quickly covered her own in a kissing frenzy.

It was through her kisses, and her touches that Brooke conveyed her feelings for Samantha, in a much clearer way than her words ever could, as she began a relentless onslaught of loving on the now, distraught girl. Brooke knew what Lily would never know; how to touch, and kiss Sam to drive her mad. Brooke knew what Lily would never understand, or that Sam refused to accept, and yet couldn't deny; that Brooke owned Sam in mind, and soul, that they were a single flesh, a single mind.

Brooke slowly sucked on Samantha's bottom lip, then began to gently lick, and outline the girl's full lips with her tongue, "I love you, Sammy," Brooke had gained access to Sam's mouth, for the girl had finally parted her lips. Brooke began to fill Sam's mouth with her probing, aggressive tongue, and to feed the girl her saliva. Brooke seized Sam's slender wrists with her strong hands, and at the same time wrapped her arms around the girl once more, effectively trapping the girl with both her arms behind her back, as Brooke tightened the embrace. As Sam cried in protest, Brooke leaned back against one of the closed stall doors, parted her legs, and pulled the girl between her thighs. Brooke felt a powerful surge of emotion mingled with a primal arousal spread through her entire body, "say it, Sammy. Please say it."

"No," Sam replied curtly, angrily.

"Please say it, Sammy. I need to hear it."

"I....can't."

"But you feel it anyway. Why must you deny it, Sam? Why can't you admit that you can't feel this with anyone else but me?"

"Just let me go, Brooke."

"Say it, Sammy."

"I will not give you that satisfaction, McQueen!"

"If you don't say it, then I will, Sam. I love you. I want you. I need you, Samantha McPherson. You are everything that I live for, and dream of. I want you to be my wife."

"You're lying, Brooke. You trusted Nicole instead of me!"

"I was so wrong, Sammy. I'm so sorry for hurting you. I can't change what I did. But I'm going to make it up to you."

"I don't want you, Brooke."

"But your body is telling me differently, Sammy. You're trembling, and I can feel your heart beating like crazy. You never felt like this when you were with Lily!"

"How would you know, Brooke?" Sam asked angrily.

"Because I watched the two of you together, Sam. I watched you constantly, and the two of you were tender, affectionate, but it was never like what we had....like what we have right now. Like....this," Brooke said huskily.

For Samantha, this moment was very much like the first time that she had been with Brooke; she was literally being forced against her will. Yet this was what Sam had inwardly wanted; to be with Brooke again. Even though Sam wasn't a virgin now, and this was on some level what she wanted, it was pretty much the same as that first time that Brooke had seized her; the brunette was frightened, trapped, angry, and terribly aroused, despite herself. Brooke's breathing was ragged, making her chest rise, and fall quickly. Brooke's nipples were hardened to the point of almost exploding, making them feel like jutting, pointed stones digging intimately, erotically into Sam's own bosom. Brooke's rough tongue was in Sam's mouth, and the girl felt the lanky blond's saliva filling her mouth, then running down her chin, then down her neck in long, wispy streams. Sam was deeply embarrassed by Brooke's low, sexual grunts. Now, Sam felt Brooke's grip on her tighten even more, until it became so painful, that it was unbearable, as the blond drew the girl in deeper between her strong thighs. Brooke was grinding, gyrating slowly into Sam, and the blond's sexual musk came up to tease the brunette, to arouse her even more. The sound of Sam's name on the lanky blond's lips proved to be the stubborn brunette girl's final undoing.

"Oh, Sammy, I love you," Brooke whispered in desperation, as she poured out her heart, and soul, every time that she uttered her brunette's name, "Sammy. Oh, Sammy."

"I.....I love you!" Sam finally said, amid her tears, and her sobs.

Brooke's eyes flew open, almost exploding from her blond head, when she heard Samantha's reluctant declaration of love. Brooke was so overjoyed, that she stopped her slow, sexual sway, and cuddled her beautiful lover gently, "oh, Sammy," Brooke was kissing her brunette's rosy cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose, "you finally said it." Brooke hugged Sam, as she buried her face in the girl's thick, dark, silky mane, "I love you so much, Sammy." Brooke then started to cry.

Brooke's vice-like embrace around Sam had softened, and now she held the girl with tenderness, and kissed her with passion, "let's get out of her, Sammy!"

"Where are we going?"

"Home," Brooke replied, as she reluctantly stopped kissing her beautiful brunette, "now." Brooke now led a tired, quiet, subdued Sam by the hand, and out of the Novak. People stared at the two girls, as they passed by, and Brooke just couldn't resist the temptation of sending them all, especially Lily, and Josh a silent message, as she brazenly threw her arm around Sam's shoulders, and pulled the girl possessively close to her, thus openly declaring her re-established ownership of the gorgeous brunette. Finally, the girls left the school, then walked out onto the parking lot, and up to Brooke's car.

"Why did you throw your arm around me when we were leaving the school, Brooke?"

"Oh," Brooke smiled, "that was just to send Josh, and Lily a message to let them know that things have changed, and that you belong to me again!"

"Lily already knows," Sam said sadly, "she saw us leaving together, just now."

"Good," Brooke replied.

Brooke opened the door on the passenger side of her car, and nudged Samantha gently to get inside, "get in, Sammy," and she watched her brunette obediently slide into the seat. Brooke smiled, as she went around to the other side of the car, and got behind the wheel. Brooke started the car's engine, then drove out of the parking lot of Kennedy High, and out onto the street.

Sam watched nervously, as Brooke drove much too fast, dodging cars, weaving dangerously through traffic, and at times even running stop signs, and red lights, "Brooke, why are you driving so fast? Slow down."

"Because," Brooke was filled with anxiety, and expectation, her palms were clammy, she was sweating profusely, her heart was racing, "mom, dad, and little Mac aren't home. We have the house to ourselves, and its been three months since I had you in my arms. I'm desperate to get you alone, Sammy."

"I'm not the one who's fault it is, that we split up!" Sam spat, as she crossed her arms, and looked out of the window.

"I know," Brooke said apologetically, guiltily, as she finally turned onto the street that their house was on. Brooke could hardly contain herself, as she literally pushed her foot all the way down on the accelerator, and raced at top speed, down the street, all the way to her house, and stopped in front of the McQueen residence with a resounding screech. Brooke parked her car hastily, got out, went to Sam's side quickly to help her brunette out. Brooke took Samantha by the hand, and dragged her quickly up the driveway, then up to the front door of the house. Brooke nervously opened the door, propelled herself inside, pulling her sister/lover after her. Brooke shut the door, locked it, then turned toward Sam, smiling in utter triumph, as she reached for the girl.

"No."

Sam's sudden, angry, flat refusal was like a hard slap to Brooke's face, "what?"

"You heard me the first time, McQueen! Stunningly beautiful, beguiling, like a dream wraith escaped from a world of fantasy, Samantha McPherson stood haughtily, stubbornly before her pretty, blond sister, Brooke, and glared at her, "NO!"

"But why?" Brooke was devastated, "I thought you wanted this too!"

"You manhandle me in the Novak, Brooke, you treat me like your personal property, then you expect me to just melt like putty in your hands? I don't think so!"

"Sammy, I'm sorry for manhandling you, but the truth is that you are mine!"

"And is Nic your property as well, Brooke?"

"She was a mistake, Sammy.....one that I will regret forever!"

"A mistake who still loves you, Brooke. A mistake that I still see you with every time that I close my eyes at night!"

"What about me, Sammy? How do you think that I feel about seeing you in bed with Lily?"

"When?"

"Remember that time that you ran away from home, Sammy?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Dad, and I went to pick you up at Lily's house," Brooke said, "I went upstairs to fetch you. The door to Lily's room was open, and I saw the two of you making love," Brooke had cast her eyes downward, and felt the tears running down her cheeks.

"Damn it, Brooke!" Samantha snapped angrily, as her brows became furrowed, "why didn't you say something? Why did you just watch us?"

"You ran away from home to get away from me, Sammy. I raped you. I took away the beauty of your first time. I knew that you were replacing what I had done to you, with what you had with Lily at that moment. I couldn't stop looking at you in her arms, because I was trying to pretend that it was you, and me.....not you, and Lily."

"Brooke," Sam's voice softened.

"You didn't think that I understood, did you, Sammy? You really think that I don't have any feelings at all."

For once, Sam was utterly speechless, as Brooke's reasoning seeped into her mind, and heart, and started winning her over, much to her chagrin.

"Well, I do have feelings, Sam; deep ones, and all of them are just for you!" Brooke had been leaning against the wall, and now she slowly approached a now, very confused Samantha, "oh, Sammy, I don't care about anything, or anyone! I just want you back in my arms again!" Brooke rushed forward, catching Sam off guard, and took the girl into her arms, "I love you, Sammy. I love you, and you're all that I need to be happy!"

Once more, a resentful Samantha found herself trapped in the circle of Brooke's arms; a prison that she knew she would be difficult for her to escape from, "I am not your private property, Brooke!"

"Yes you are, Sammy!" Brooke exclaimed fervently, as she began to kiss the girl with desire, "you belong to me. You always have. Even when I hated you, Sam. Even when I hurt you," the lanky blond dipped her anxious tongue into her brunette's mouth, "you're mine forever!" Brooke pulled the now distraught Samantha up the stairs after her. The two girls moved in silence; it was Brooke who led, and Sam who followed. Brooke led her beautiful brunette down the hall, and stopped in front of the door to Sam's room.

"Here?" Sam was quite surprised by Brooke's choice, "my room?"

"OUR room," Brooke replied firmly, with emphasis, as she took her lover, and began to kiss her once more, "oh....Sammy."

Brooke locked Sam up in her slender arms once more, afraid that the girl would from her. Then, Brooke opened the bedroom door, pushed Sam inside, then went in herself. The room smelled of Sam's perfume, and was filled with her warm presence, just as Brooke's arms were filled with Sam herself, and her inviting, plush curves. Brooke maneuvered Sam to the bed, and pushed her onto it. Then, the lanky blond pounced, and fell on top of the ravishing brunette.

Samantha still had issues in her heart, coupled with a fervent anger, and deep resentment toward Brooke. Sam was still rebellious toward the master of her soul, as her delicate hand came up, and soundly slapped the unsuspecting, beautiful blond who descended hungrily upon her.

"?" Brooke brought her hand up quickly to touch the side of her face that stung deeply. Thoughts raced through the blond girl's head, but none of them involved being angry, or slapping her gorgeous lover in return. Brooke smiled, amused at Sam's almost childish, spoiled behavior, and her twisted attempt to get the blond angry enough to relent on their lovemaking. Brooke smiled at her brunette, "thank you, Sammy."

Samantha was obviously annoyed with Brooke's apparent, unexpected reaction to her actions, "what do you mean?"

"You just paid me back for the slap that I gave you over my bracelet, Sammy," Brooke replied tenderly, as she went down on the girl, "but nothing that you do will get you out of my arms, or my bed!"

"Its my bed, McQueen!" Sam exclaimed angrily, as she struggled fiercely, while Brooke adeptly pinned down both of her arms with one single arm.

"Its my bed too, Sam," Brooke replied through gritted teeth, as with one hand she forcefully held the girl down, and with the other she roughly tore open the front of Sam's shirt. Brooke gasped with delight, when she discovered that her brunette wasn't wearing a brassiere, "I sleep here whenever you're away. But now, it's a permanent arrangement."

No more words passed between the strife filled lovers, as Brooke somehow managed to pull her own T-shirt, and her sports bra off without letting go completely of Sam. Now, Brooke released Sam, and lay down fully upon the girl, covering her completely. Brooke stretched out her long, lanky frame against her brunette, enjoying the long absent, pleasurable sensations of Sam's full, firm breasts pressing up against her own, slightly smaller ones.

"Oh....my," Samantha exclaimed involuntarily, as she began to tremble, falling into an aroused state that there was no return from. Simply put, Samantha was now disarmed, and completely docile to Brooke's touch.

"From now on, Sammy, this is OUR bed!" Brooke whispered, as she kissed her ravishing lover with total abandon, spending almost an eternity outlining the girl's lips with her tongue. After worshiping the fullness of Sam's lips, Brooke began to kiss down the girl's slender, pale neck, and at the same time her hands eagerly raised her brunette's short skirt, and dug inside her panties, and between her trembling thighs. Brooke's mind was already in a daze, as her fingers remembered, and enjoyed the silken smoothness of Sam's skin, as the digits dug in, parting the now moist nether lips of the brunette's vagina. Brooke diligently stroked Sam's vulva, as she kissed, and licked her lover. It took Brooke only five minutes to make Sam succumb to her first orgasm.

Sam came hard, and fast, as she exploded into sudden ecstacy, then gradually descended, as she felt Brooke's arms around her. Samantha felt a wave of dizziness mingled with her weakness engulf her completely. Now, the girl felt her lover's hands begin to wander about on her still trembling, tired body, so that Samantha pleaded her blond lover to halt her tender onslaught, "Brooke....wait.....please."

Brooke had brought her cum covered fingertips to her pink lips, and had tasted them, licking them slowly, clean, and inhaling the vestiges of Sam's light musk that still clung to them, which made the blond's deep ache for the girl grow even deeper, so that she was now going mad with desire for her brunette lover, "its been so long, Sammy!" Brooke quickly undressed her lover, divesting Sam of her moccasins, skirt, and panties. Then, Brooke also undressed, clumsily stripping herself of her tennis shoes, socks, and jeans, until she was as naked as she had made Sam, "gods....Sammy.....I missed you so much....its been too long," the beautiful blond descended upon her voluptuous lover with a voracious appetite.

"Brooke....I'm so tired," Sam said helplessly, weakly.

Sam's plea was lost on Brooke's fiery, aroused heart, for she was deafened by her deep, savage need for the girl in her arms. Brooke positioned herself so that she was on top of Sam once more, pressing herself tightly against her lover, thus making space between their joined bodies non-existent. Brooke clung tightly to Samantha, and for a moment reveled in the way their bodies touched, like silk upon velvet. Then, the lanky blond firmly pushed her leg between her brunette's firm thighs. Brooke began to kiss Sam roughly, gorging herself on the fullness of the girl's lips. Brooke sucked on Sam's chin, then began to both lick, and kiss the girl's beautiful face, as she produced an unbelievable amount of saliva that she effectively made her lover swallow. Brooke began to grind slowly into Sam, trying desperately to satisfy the sudden, deep, delicious ache in her entire body, but which centered in her vagina. "I never felt this way with Nic," Brooke thought to herself, "I felt unfulfilled with her." Brooke used her entire body to make love to Sam, pressing herself down on the gorgeous girl, enjoying the feel of her highly sensitive, hardened nipples pressing into Sam's breasts, "you are my life, Sammy. You are the center of my universe." Brooke lifted herself slightly from Sam, and reached down between their bodies. Brooke was trembling, as she parted her vaginal lips, exposing her inner folds, opening herself up, as she positioned herself on top Sam once more, so that the highly sensitive, exposed, inner folds of her vagina were now pressed against the incredibly smooth, silken surface of her brunette's firm thigh, "oh....Sammy!" Brooke whimpered, as she rubbed herself against her beautiful lover, "only you can make me feel desire, love, passion!" Brooke now recalled, that with anyone else, she was almost practically frigid. Only with Samantha, could the lanky blond reach the heights of absolute pleasure.

Sam cried out in utter frustration, and anger, as she attempted to move, to arch her young, firm body up into her lover's swaying form. But as always, Brooke dominated her anxious girl, vigorously pinning her down, the wrapping her long limbs around her brunette's squirming form. Brooke continued to press down into Samantha, seeking ecstacy, and at the same time causing her lover pleasure as well, "I love you, Sammy," Brooke declared passionately, as her sweaty form pressed mightily down one last time into the inviting, engulfing, warm plushness of her lover's body. At that moment, Brooke exploded, climaxing, reaching Nirvana, thus seeing lights behind her closed eyes.

Samantha crested a few seconds after her blond lover, and cried out in her pleasure. Sam's cry of pleasure was swallowed by Brooke's mouth covering her own. Then, Sam simply passed out, due to the combination of exhaustion, and an intense orgasm.

"Sammy," Brooke whispered lovingly, as she cradled her gorgeous lover in her tired, slender arms, "my love.....my Sammy."

Samantha failed to respond to her lover's gentle stroking, or tender words of love.

"Sammy?" Brooke was momentarily terrified at her sleeping lover's stillness, but then realized that the girl had simply fainted, and that she was the cause of it, "my Sammy.....my beautiful lover." Brooke gently shook the brunette, and cooed lovingly, playfully in her ear. When Samantha stirred slightly, Brooke rolled the two of them over, so that she was now laying on her back, and Sam was lying on top of her, "I love you so much, Sammy." Brooke held Sam tenderly, caressing the girl, and stroking her thick, silky, brown hair, "you are my life, Sam. You are all of my hopes, and dreams." Brooke was tired, and sleep weighed heavily upon her. But before Brooke succumbed completely to the lull of slumber, she felt a thrilling sensation that pulled her temporarily back to reality, to full wakefulness. Brooke raised her blond head, as she felt Samantha shift on top of her, then begin to gently suck on her right breast. Brooke moaned in pleasure, as she felt Samantha's lips sucking on her hardened nipple, while the girl's graceful, pale, slender fingers stroked her left breast. Then, after gently sucking on Brooke's breast for several minutes, Samantha lay her head down on her blond lover's bosom, and fell asleep.

Brooke cried silently at the sight of Sam sleeping on top of her, "thank God," she sighed, "Sammy has forgiven me." Brooke tenderly kissed Sam's dark head, then settled back down onto the bed. Then, Brooke too fell asleep, with a huge grin on her bright, pink lips.

Chapter 23; Words of Destruction

Nicole Julian hadn't stopped crying all night. The day before she had received the most awful news from a weeping, grief-stricken Lily whom she passed in the hall on her way to her Home Economics class, "Lily, what's wrong?" Nicole had inquired of the sobbing girl, who was about to rush past her.

"Its that bitch....your lover, Brooke!" Lily sobbed, with a rain of tears pouring from her dark, reddened eyes.

"What do you mean?" Nicole asked, frightened that something awful might have happened to her beloved, golden queen, Brooke, the queen of her ailing, lovesick heart.

"Brooke took Sam away from me!" Lily yelled at the top of her voice, unconcerned with social etiquette, uncaring of proper manners, uncaring of anything at all, except that she wanted to die.

"You can't mean that," Nicole cried out, with tears coming to her eyes, "no! It can't be!"

"Your filthy, fucking, undeserving whore, Brooke McQueen took my lover from me. Brooke stole Sam! They're back together again!"

"Oh no," Nicole said weakly, as her tired, abused heart broke into a million small pieces, "no."

Nicole watched helplessly, as Lily ran out of the school, into the parking lot, wailing like an injured child. Nicole wanted to run away as well, but she couldn't, because it wasn't her style to run away.

Nicole had not been born to be the common, frail woman who weeps in times of pain, who flees in the face of adversity. No. Nicole's inner self was strewn with a firm band of cold, hard steel that remained hidden to human eyes, who were mislead by her outer, delicate, feminine shell. Nicole was within herself, a devious, cunning, immensely intelligent, evil creature with a high degree of self preservation, and an even higher degree of vengeance.

That day, Nicole had attended all of her classes, showing to the rest of the school, her outer, calm, cold layer, while inside she was dying of grief, unfulfilled love, and plotting her revenge.

Nicole never gave up when it came to the things that she held dear; if she couldn't keep them for herself, then she would destroy them. Right now, Nicole decided that she was going to destroy Brooke.

Now, as she lay in bed, Nicole had ample time to examine her feelings, to try, and understand what she was feeling, and why, and to plot her strategy. At that very instant, Nicole was aware that the brunt of her rage, and bitterness were not directed at Samantha, which truly amazed her, and which she would have expected, "no. Sam isn't to blame this time. I spoke to her, and I know that she wanted to be with Lily permanently. No. This time I am positively sure that Brooke is entirely to blame." This time, the entirety of Nicole's rage was directed at Brooke, whom she had loved dearly, "I hate her now," Nicole whispered to the walls of her room, "I'll never forgive her for this, for humiliating me this way," Nicole struggled to keep her tears under control, because she knew that not only was crying a weakness, it was also a waste of time, "no. I can't spend my time wasting away for Brooke McQueen. No. I'm going to hurt her in the most evil way possible," now Nicole smiled evilly, for the girl knew what her ex-lover's greatest weakness was, "I'll just hurt Sam. I'll make sure that Brooke loses Sam forever. But how?" the little, pretty blond knew that she could no longer use Josh Ford as an effective weapon, "if I'm right, Brooke has fixed it so that Sam is completely under her control. Brooke won't let that wimp, Josh Ford anywhere near Samantha." Nicole had a very powerful weapon on her side; her mind, and another less powerful, yet still effective weapon; she knew how Brooke's mind worked. Nicole knew all of the lanky blond's habits, her pattern of thinking, her personality inside, and out, "that bitch doesn't really know me after all," Nicole argued angrily, "after seeing what I've done to other people who angered her, she should know better than to cross me!" Yes, Nicole had committed evil acts just to avenge her beloved, Brooke.

The little blond had destroyed anyone who ever dared to insult, or hurt Brooke in any way. But somehow, Nicole had never touched Sam, "and I don't know why now. Maybe because Brooke protected her. But now things are going to change!" Nicole's tears had dried completely now, and her heart had become an arid desert, deprived of love for Brooke, "well, it seems that poor, little Samantha is the key to getting back at Brooke." Nicole felt a small, sliver of pity, and sympathy for Samantha, but it was fleeting, "no. I can't even contemplate that I might have liked Sam. She is Brooke's greatest treasure, love, and weak spot. I am going to use Sam to hurt Brooke. That will be my plan. But I have to be careful. I have to outwit that bitch," Nicole was aware that Brooke was an all consuming lover; jealous, territorial, dominant, possessive, even obsessive. Nicole knew that whomever Brooke chose as her lover, would virtually become her prisoner, "if I'm right, Brooke isn't going to let Sam out of her sight; even to use the toilet. That means that Josh is out of the formula. No. I have to get to Sam some other way." Nicole began to think furiously, and finally smiled, for she had found the solution; "George." Nicole glanced at the clock on her wall, "its only five in the morning," Nicole grimaced, "I can't sleep, so I just won't try." The girl got out of bed, and began to dress, "its time to implement my plan," the blond said to herself, as she rushed through her toiletries, "I know that George will be at the school gym by five to work out. That guy is obsessed with exercise. School opens at 6: 45, and I know that Sam will be on time, with Brooke of course right behind her. I have to hurry, so that I can catch him while he's still in the boy's locker room!"

Nicole threw on her most casual clothes, didn't bother to apply her make-up, or to comb her hair. Nicole Julian was on a mission, and for this one time, her appearance didn't matter to her at all. Nicole rushed out of her house, got into her Jaguar, and roared down the road in the direction of Kennedy High School, and into the destiny of George, who was going to be her unfortunate tool of revenge.

At exactly 5:45 am, Nicole roared into the Kennedy High parking lot, and parked her Jaguar in a nice, neat space right next to the gymnasium, which bordered the boy's and girl's locker rooms. The determined girl didn't bother to lock her car, as she slammed the door of the Jaguar shut, and walked briskly toward the boy's locker room.

"George?" Nicole called out tentatively, as she entered the locker room, finding it brightly lit, but deserted.

"Yeah?" George's deep, bass voice boomed from the other end of the locker room.

"Its me, Nic. Can I talk to you, George?"

"I'm busy right now, Nic. I'm going to work out."

"Can you spare me a few minutes, George. Its important."

"Nothing is more important than my workout!" George exclaimed haughtily.

"Its about Lily," Nicole said quickly.

"What?"

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Nicole was shocked to see the dark, muscular giant, George, towering over her much smaller form. George had an anxious look upon his face, "what's wrong with Lily?"

"There's nothing physically wrong with her," Nicole swallowed, as she looked up at the powerful man, for he was the only person who could actually intimidate her with not only his size, but also with his piercing, dark gaze.

"Oh," George said with relief, "well, at least I know that she's fine," the athlete smiled, "have you heard the gossip, Nic? Brooke took Sam back. Lil is free again. Besides, she was with me a few days ago. So I'm getting her back for good."

Nicole frowned in the obviousness of George's apparent, extreme joy, for that ruined her plans. No; George would be useless to her, if he was in a good mood, and thought that Lily was going to be his. No. Nicole had to fix things quickly now, and that meant using Lily against George, so that she could then use George against Sam, and that way get back at Brooke, whom she now hated fiercely, "um....George.....that isn't going to happen!"

"What do you mean, Nic?" a hint of anger was showing in trigger-hearted George, whom the slightest thing could drive into a deep rage.

"You're just so pathetic, George," Nic said with her usual ease, sprinkling her voice with the right amounts of sarcasm, cynism and defiance, "Lily is a major slut!"

"SHUT UP, NICOLE! Lily, and I have made up. She's my girlfriend now."

This was good for Nicole; George's ire had risen suddenly, and all that she needed to do was to make it peak completely, so the little blond played a dangerous game that only she could; she played the tall, black giant like an instrument completely at her disposal, "I think that Lily is a liar, if she promised to come back to you."

"What do you mean, Nic?" George asked quite calmly now, which meant that he was even more dangerous than before.

"I saw Lily at the Kissing Hills last night, and she wasn't alone, George."

Nicole expected George to start screaming in rage at her, but instead he stared at her for several seconds, then spoke, "who was Lily with?"

"I saw Lily with Josh, and Sam," Nicole replied quietly.

George smiled unexpectedly, "good try to make me jealous, Nic. It won't work. I know for sure that Sam, and Lil are through. And I know that Lil doesn't like Josh."

"Oh?" Nicole started to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, because she just had not anticipated George to be so utterly calm, so well informed, or that her master plan was sinking. So, Nicole would have to resort to dirtier means to get George enraged again; she would have to insult his manhood, which she knew was his greatest prize, "I guess Josh was right about you after all, Georgie."

"Address me by my proper name, Nic. My name is George."

"That's not what Josh says," Nic said with convincing sarcasm, "he says you're nothing but a sap, a crybaby! No wonder it was so easy for him to get Lily into bed; cause you don't have the balls!"

A dark, powerful hand came up, and swung lightning fast, blazing a trail across Nicole's pale cheek, and hitting her with such force, that she was thrown backward from the impact of George's slap, "no one speaks to me that way!"

Nicole staggered to her knees, and looked up at the giant before her. George easily stood a bit higher than Josh, at 6'5". George was powerfully built at 350 pounds. George was built like a tall, brick wall. For one moment, Nicole felt inwardly terrified of the looming, angry giant, but she didn't show it. No. Nicole was fiercely devoted when it came to claiming revenge on an enemy, even if it cost her, her own life. Nicole knew that this escapade might just be the last one for her; for the look in George's eyes was one of murder. But Nicole was determined to go down with a smile, and to ruin Brooke's life, "even if I die, I have to get George to kill Samantha." Nicole steeled herself, and went on, "what Josh told you was true, George. He did sleep with both Lily, and Sam."

"That's a goddamn lie, Nic," George shouted, " I know that Josh was only interested in Sam. And I know that Lily is a lesbian; she only wanted Sam, not Josh."

"The truth is that Josh used Sam as bait to lure Lily," Nicole said calmly, "Sam, and Josh have been lovers for a while now. He uses Sam to get girls into his bed; its like some kind of twisted hobby for him. It was Sam who helped me get Brooke into Josh's bed. It was Sam who got me into Josh's bed. We've all been his pussies on, and off, George. But this time, Josh liked Lily so much, that he kept fucking her regularly. Whatever Lily has told you, has all been a lie; she is Josh's lover, and not Sam's."

Suddenly, an unusually deep rage seemed to grow in George's eyes, so deep it truly was wild, even bestial in its primal depth. A growl began to rise in the man's powerful chest, and it rose, until it emerged from his throat in an animal cry so loud, it bounced off the walls of the locker room a thousand times. George was beyond human now; blinded by his rage, he seized Nicole as if she was a rag doll, and began to shake her violently, as he screamed over, and over again; "NO! NO! NO!"

Nicole whimpered, because she couldn't scream, but she felt her body falling apart, "GEORGE....DON'T.....PLEASE."

George was blind, and deaf to Nicole's cries of pain, and he shook the girl, then put her down, wrapped his large hands around her throat, and squeezed her as hard as he could. Finally, George felt Nicole go limp in his hands. The dark, angry giant shook the girl with one hand, and seeing that she was now literally dead, easily stuffed her into his locker. George locked the door on his locker, then dressed quickly, for he had important affairs to settle; Josh Ford, and Samantha MacPherson.

Josh had gotten to school as usual, parked his car, and was now doing his usual, morning work out; running ten laps around the track, out in the field. Later, Josh would go to the boy's locker room, hit the showers, and prepare for school. This was Josh's favorite time of the day; morning, and running, for this was his only, private, free time.

"Hey, Josh!"

Josh turned to see who was calling him, "who is here this early?" Josh saw a smiling George advancing quickly toward him, "George? What do you want?" Josh asked angrily.

"I want to apologize, bro," George said with a smile, as he came closer to the other athlete.

"Really?" Josh was stunned, "you were pretty angry over what I said. To tell you the truth, George, no piece of ass is worth getting all out of control over. That's all that a woman is."

"Yeah, I know," George said quietly, "we're men. We have to stick together."

"I'm sorry for fighting with you too, George," Josh smiled, and held out his hand to his comrade.

"Me too, Josh," George replied with a huge smile, as he took Josh's hand in his own, gripped it tightly, and pulled the blond man in for a bear hug.

In Josh's mind, George wasn't his enemy any more, and could now be trusted as a friend. When George pulled him in for a hug, Josh smiled, and went willingly into the other man's arms.

But when Josh was almost completely in George's arms, he saw something that frightened him, sending cold chills through his entire body; George's smiling, pleasant face suddenly changed, becoming a dark, evil mask of pure rage, making him seem a demon. It was then that George growled, and pulled Josh to him roughly. Suddenly, Josh felt something sharp cut into his gut, and he cried out, and stepped back to see that George had stabbed him with a long, thick, dagger, "you bastard!" Josh screamed as he fell backward onto the grass.

George had pretended to apologize to Josh. George had smiled falsely, and had pretended to be Josh's friend, so as to be able to get close to him. When George had finally managed to get Josh into his arms, he reached behind him, and pulled out his dagger, which he carried in his back belt. George held Josh steady with his left hand, and plunged the blade into his enemy's body with his right hand. George stabbed Josh five, quick times in the abdomen, then stepped back with the dagger still in his hand, "you deserve it, mother-fucker!" George snapped angrily.

"GEORGE!" Josh cried, as he clutched his bloody abdomen, "please....don't leave me here! Help me!"

George only smiled, as he turned, then walked calmly away, "that was just perfect," he said to himself. George knew that the entire field was deserted at that time in the morning, and that no one would hear Josh's screams, "that bastard will just bleed to death," George felt a deep sense of contentment, "one down, one to go; Sam." Then, George strolled calmly, elegantly into the nearly, empty school, and began to walk slowly, predatorily through the halls, looking for the chance to get his next victim alone.

Meanwhile, Brooke had driven herself, and Samantha to school. It was still a bit early, but the lanky blond had given in to her beautiful lover's eccentric habit of getting to school at least half an hour earlier than usual. Brooke parked her car, and looked at her watch, "oh, I have got to go to the girl's locker room to get my books. Let's go, Sammy."

"Why don't you go to the locker room, and I'll just wait for you in the school?" Sam asked as she started to open the door of the car.

"Um...." Brooke panicked, for she hated the thought of not having Sam by her side constantly, "I don't know, Sammy."

"You'll only be about five minutes, Brookie?"

"Yeah, but..."

"You can't be with me constantly, Brooke," Sam said with a smile, "what about the classes that we don't have together?"

"I'm going to get myself put in every one of your classes, Samantha McPherson!"

Sam laughed, leaned over, and kissed her jealous lover quickly on the lips, "see you in five minutes, Brookie. I'll meet you at the Novak." Samantha got out of the car, closed the door, winked at the lanky blond inside, then turned, and walked away.

"I have to hurry," Brooke said to herself, "I want to get back to Sammy right away," the girl then got out of her parked car, and walked to the girl's locker room.

George was elated, when he saw Samantha enter through the main entrance of the school. George was close enough to the unsuspecting girl, that he considered assaulting her right then, and there, pulling her into one of the empty classrooms, and killing her. But George relented on his plan of a quick assault on Sam, when he saw the armed security guard walk by. George stepped back, and tried to look inconspicuous. George continued to follow Samantha at a discreet distance, and smiled when he saw the girl enter the Novak. George was very pleased, because now, his prey would be easy to trap in a deserted restroom.

Lily had arrived at school earlier than usual, because that day, her mother, Gloria, who worked as a waitress at a local restaurant, had to take the place of another waitress who had called in sick.

"Bye, mami," Lily kissed her mom's cheek, as she stepped out of the station wagon, and turned to enter the school.

"Are you alright, baby?" Gloria asked her sullen, saddened daughter, who had cried for the entire night over losing her gorgeous lover, Samantha, "if you want, you can take the day off from school."

"I'm okay, mom," Lily replied with a smile, "it won't do me any good to mope around the house. I need to face school, and to get on with my life, even if Sam isn't with me anymore."

"Good girl," Gloria replied, "see you later, muchachita."

"Bye, mom," Lily watched her mother drive away in her station wagon, then the girl turned, and entered the school through a side entrance that was close to the Novak, for at that moment she was going to shut herself up in a stall, and cry until her classes began. As Lily walked into the school, she spotted Samantha walking down the hall, and smiled despite herself, despite the fact that the girl wasn't her lover anymore, "but I still love my Sammy," Lily thought to herself, "I can't help myself." Lily noticed that Samantha was walking toward the Novak, and that George was following her, "that's odd. What is George doing here so early? Why is he following Sammy?" Lily noticed the dark, look of rage on George's face as he brazenly opened the door of the Novak and entered in after Samantha, "something is very wrong," Lily thought. A strange, ominous sensation of Sam being in grave danger suddenly hit Lily like an imaginary brick, "OH MY GOD!" Lily dropped her books, and ran, screaming all the way to the door of the Novak.

At that very instant, Brooke was walking through the hall that would take her to the Novak. Brooke saw Lily running, and screaming down the hall, headed toward the Novak, "what is wrong with Lily?" Brooke remembered that Samantha had told her to meet her in the Novak, "has something happened to Sammy?" Brooke's acute instincts took over at that moment, as she thought that Sam might be in some kind of danger, "oh no!" Brooke began to run after Lily, and she too began to scream at the top of her voice, which alerted the security guard, who began to pursue Brooke.

The few seconds that elapsed between Lily seeing George follow Sam into the Novak, then running, and going into the restroom herself, meant life, and death to Samantha.

"Brooke?" Sam heard someone come into the Novak behind her. The girl turned, with a smile on her beautiful face that quickly vanished when she saw George instead of her lover, "George? What are you doing in here? This is a girl's only area!"

"I'm going to kill you, conniving bitch! I lost Lily because of you!" the dark giant spat angrily, as he hurled himself at the helpless girl before him.

When Lily burst into the Novak, she saw a giant, looming, angry George leaning over a fallen Sam who lay unmoving at his feet, on the carpeted floor of the Novak. George was stabbing the helpless girl at his feet, and Lily felt her heart shudder within her chest, "NO! George, DON'T!" George was deaf to Lily's cries, and continued to stab Sam. At that moment, Lily was blinded by panic, and by her all-consuming love for Samantha, as she quickly hurled herself at George, managing to knock him sideways momentarily. Lily threw herself onto Samantha, and wrapped herself around the bleeding girl, with the firm intention of protecting her ex-lover from George's murderous rage. George got up once more, and descended on both girls, with his arm raised, and his dagger in his bloody hand. George was so blinded by his rage, and hatred, that his heart had turned to stone, that he couldn't see anything before his eyes but blood. George wasn't even human anymore, but just a bloodthirsty beast, with the twisted need to avenge himself completely. George stabbed Lily repeatedly, not even recognizing that he was killing the woman that he loved. George stopped his murderous movements, when he heard the door of the Novak open.

Brooke quickly burst into the Novak, and was horrified at what she saw; George, on one knee, repeatedly stabbing Lily, who was lying on top of an unmoving Samantha. Brooke started screaming, wailing at once, then sobbing, "SAMMY! SAMMY!" Brooke screamed her lover's name over, and over.

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH!" George screamed angrily, as he got up from where he was, and lunged at Brooke.

The school security guard, with his gun drawn, burst rapidly into the Novak just in time to see a crazed George, with his arm raised, a dagger in his hand, advancing on Brooke with the intention of stabbing her. The security guard had no choice but to shoot George to death in order to save Brooke's life.

Lily had now rolled off Sam. Both of the girls were now laying side, by side, and bleeding heavily. Surprisingly, Samantha was still conscious, but barely alive. Sam, and Lily looked at each other longingly, lovingly. The girls reached out to each other, their bloody hands touching briefly, as their bloodstained fingers intertwined. Lily smiled sadly at Sam, then her eyes glazed over, and went up into her head. Lily's eyes closed, then she convulsed, then she was completely still. Samantha began to cry, because she knew with certainty that Lily was dead. Sam began to cry silently. The last thing that Sam saw before she blacked out completely, was Brooke leaning over her with tear-stained eyes.

Nearly out of her mind with panic, and grief, Brooke somehow managed to crawl over to Sam, sit next to her, and now cradled the girl's head on her lap, "oh....Sammy," the blond girl sobbed, "please don't die. Please."

The security guard dialed 911 on his cell phone, asked for an ambulance, and then called the police.

Samantha abruptly opened her eyes, and looked around her. Sam was quite surprised to see that she was standing at the edge of a beautiful, primeval forest. The gorgeous girl looked up to see a blue sky dotted with slowly shifting cumulus clouds, and the sun shining from within them. A light breeze tickled Sam's face, and she wondered what the hell was going on, "I thought I was lying on the floor of the Novak, bleeding, and dying. Brooke was leaning over me. Where am I? What is this place? Is this heaven?"

"No. You're in the in-between place, Sammy."

Sam turned to see who spoke, and saw that it was Lily, radiant, smiling, and dressed in white, "Lil?"

"Yeah, Sammy. I'm right here."

"But you're dead, Lily."

"Yes, I am," Lily said quietly, with finality.

"I'm dead then also. We're finally together, Lily....forever."

"No. Sam. I'm dead, and crossing over. You're still alive, and have to go back."

"No. I want to stay here with you, Lily."

"You can't do that, Sammy. Brooke is calling you back."

"I'm staying with you, Lily," Sam replied stubbornly.

"Brooke needs you desperately, Sammy. You're her entire life. She loves you completely."

"You love me too, Lily....right? Don't you need me?"

"Yes, Sammy. But my life is over. I have to go on. I'll love you forever, and wait for you to cross over when its your time. But you still have to go back."

"Why?" Sam sounded more like an angry, disappointed child, than a teenager.

Lily smiled gently, "because you have a long life ahead of you with Brooke. You belong to her, Sam. You always did. You were destined for her. Brooke is your soulmate, Sammy. If you stay here, Brooke will come after you in the wrong way."

"No. I can't let that happen. But what about you, Lil? What about us?"

"We'll find one another again some day, Sammy."

"Then why am I here if I'm still alive, Lil?"

"I wanted to say goodbye to you, Sammy," Lily had begun to cry.

"I'll miss you. I'll never forget you. I'll always love you, Lily."

"I love you, Sammy."

Suddenly everything before Sam's eyes began to blur, and she felt as if a great force had grabbed her, and was pulling her away from that splendid place where Lily had stood, saying goodbye to her.

"I love you, Sammy." Brooke whispered, with tears in her eyes, as she held her lover's pale, cold hand in her own, and kissed it reverently, "please come back to me. I can't live without you."

"She'll be alright," Mike whispered, as he came up behind his daughter, and kissed her head, "the doctor said the paramedics got her here in time."

"She almost bled to death on the operating table, dad," Brooke said bitterly."

"Her heart stopped twice," Jane said quietly, as she held Samantha's other hand, "she's in a very delicate condition."

"She's coming back to us!" Mike said firmly, as he too felt the tears rising to his eyes.

"I love you too, Brooke."

Brooke, Mike, and Jane, were all startled at the sudden, unexpected sound of Samantha's weak, tired voice. Mike ran around to the other side of the bed, to where Jane had leaned in, and was kissing Sam's face, and crying at the same time. Jane stepped to one side for a moment, while Mike leaned down, and kissed his precious step-daughter on the cheek, then on the forehead. Brooke smiled, as she looked on at the display of emotion in total silence, and held her pretty lover's hand fondly in her own. Brooke let her parents dote on the bed ridden girl for now, because she knew that her turn to welcome her Sammy back to the world of the living would come later, privately.

"How do you feel, Sammy?" Jane asked anxiously, as she ran her trembling hand through the girl's dark hair.

"I'm sort of sick to my stomach, mom. I feel very weak. But I suppose it's the medication I was given."

"You almost died on us, Sam," Mike said gravely, "you lost a lot of blood."

I'm back now, teddy bear," Sam said sweetly, making Mike's heart melt from the tenderness in her voice, "I would never leave you, and mom. Ever."

"Aaaww, Sammy," Mike smiled gently, as he held both Jane's, and Sam's smaller hands in his own larger ones.

"Mike, what happened to Lily?"

"She's dead, Sammy."

"I thought so," Samantha said sadly, "I think that I actually saw her die."

"Lily saved your life, Sam," Jane replied, "but she bled to death before the paramedics were able to get her to the hospital."

"How long was I in surgery, mom?"

"Almost five hours, Sam," Jane said gravely, "the doctor told us....."

"I know, mom," the girl said quietly, "my heart stopped for a moment. I almost didn't come back. But I had too come home; for you, Mike, and for Brooke!"

When Brooke heard Sam finally speak her name, it was as if a damn burst within her, and she broke down completely, wailing, and sobbing inconsolably, as she almost threw herself onto her beautiful lover, and buried her blond head in the crook of the injured girl's shoulder.

Samantha smile sweetly, and looked up at the two adults, who watched their blond daughter with a mixture of pity, and amazement, "mom, Mike.....I love you both. Can I talk to Brooke alone for a moment, before my medication kicks in, and I fall asleep?"

"Sure," Jane said softly, as she kissed her daughter's forehead, one last time, and stepped back from the bed.

"See you later, Sam," Mike whispered, as he gave the girl's hand one last squeeze, and followed Jane out of Samantha's hospital room.

"Brooke?"

The lanky blond kept clinging to Sam, and crying, unable to speak for the sobs that shook her body.

"Brooke, please....talk to me," Sam said gently, as she stroked the girl's sweat-soaked, blond hair, "please."

"I can't," Brooke blurted out with difficulty, as she lifted her head for one moment, only to bury it once more in Sam's shoulder.

"Come on, Brookie," Samantha urged her lover, as she shifted very slowly on her hospital bed, suddenly aware of the tearing pain in different parts of her body, "come on," the injured girl made room for Brooke.

Brooke wordlessly, carefully climbed onto Sam's hospital bed, and lay down beside her lover, taking care not to make any, sudden, jarring movements. Brooke lay down beside her brunette, and very gently embraced her. After several seconds, the beautiful blond finally spoke, "I thought that I had lost you, Sammy." Brooke continued coughing, and sobbing, "I can't live without you, Sammy.....if you had died, I would have....."

"I know, Brooke. That's why I came back."

"What?"

"I was dead, Brooke," Sam said solemnly, "I saw Lily. I wanted to stay, but I came back for you."

"How could you possibly want to stay, Sammy?" Brooke whined, "how could you want to leave me behind?" Brooke's sobs began to increase once more, "you wanted to stay with Lily!"

"Are you jealous?" Sam whispered with amusement, into Brooke's ear.

"Its not funny, Sam," Brooke replied angrily, "that would have been twice that I almost lost you to Lily!"

"She said goodbye to me, Brooke," Sam said sadly, "Lily died to save me; she bought me time. She gave me the slim chance to live, and to be with you. Please don't be angry with me."

"I'm sorry, baby," Brooke replied hoarsely, "its just that I love you so much, that sometimes I almost feel like I'm going to explode," Brooke paused, and tried to get her sobs under control, "I almost lost you for good because of my stupidity, and now I almost lost you forever!"

"What do you mean, your stupidity?" Sam asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"I....I," Brooke stuttered nervously, "when I believed Nic over you," the lanky girl was finally able to say, "I never got to ask you to forgive me, Sammy. What if you had died, and I never knew if you had forgiven me or not?"

"I forgive you, Brooke McQueen, " Sam whispered amid a silken, tired sigh.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," Brooke cried despairingly, "for all of the pain that I caused you over Nic! I'm sorry for everything!" Brooke started wailing again, finally unable to continue speaking, and collapsing in Samantha's unsteady arms.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"Why don't we just forget about the past?" Sam asked softly, "why don't we just pretend that we're starting over?"

"I can do that," Brooke said amid her sniffles, as she tried to see through her tear filled eyes.

Silence fell between the two girls, as the simply held each other tenderly, and gazed at each other with deep love. Then, Brooke shifted a bit, leaned in, and began to kiss Samantha, while she continued to cry. Brooke molded herself to Sam's warm, voluptuous body, almost lying on top of her, and kissed her stunning lover's lips with adoration, sucking, licking, outlining, relishing their fullness. Brooke stopped kissing Sam for a moment, but kept her face pressed to her lover's face, "I was so scared, Sammy," she whispered, "I thought that you might not come back to me," still the tears ran down the blond's pale cheek, "you weren't moving when I saw you in the Novak. There was blood everywhere. Oh gods, Sammy. I'm still scared."

"Its okay, Brooke. I'm here," Samantha replied soothingly, as her pale hand still stroked the blond girl's hair.

"Your heart stopped beating when the paramedics put you on the ambulance, and then again when you were on the operating table, Sammy. You were clinically dead for almost three minutes the second time."

"I know, Brooke. I almost didn't come back."

"Why, Sammy? Why didn't you want to come back to me?"

"It was so beautiful there, Brooke," Sam replied dreamily, "and so peaceful. There was no pain there, no tears or sadness. Lily was there with me. I was so happy. I just didn't want to come back here," Sam, who had been strangely calm up until then, had now begun to cry, "and I knew she was dead. I knew that I wouldn't see her again.....she's gone, Brooke. Lily is gone....."

"I understand now, Sammy," Brooke said, still amid her soft cries, "I know that you love Lily. You always will."

"I came back for you, Brooke," the dark beauty replied, "I love Lily, but I love you so much more. I couldn't live anywhere without you.....even if it was heaven. You're my soulmate!"

"Oh, Sammy!" Brooke exclaimed amid her sobs, as her heart lurched with absolute joy, "I love you, Samantha. I love you forever!"

"I love you too, Brooke."

Sam was smiling, as Brooke leaned gently into her once more, and began to kiss her. Then, Sam felt herself being pulled away by the arms of slumber, caused by the medications that her doctors had given her, and she reluctantly closed her eyes. Brooke smiled, filled with relief, "go to sleep, Sammy. I'll stay right here with you."

Sam's reply was her soft smile, then the tender relaxing of her finely chiseled features, as she slipped into slumber's anxious arms.

"I'll always be with you, Sammy. Always."

Chapter 24; At the End of the Rainbow

The local, ninth district court of Judge Henry Swanson, cleared the Kennedy Highschool security guard, James Hamilton Wilton, of all charges in the shooting of highschool student, George Austin, on the grounds that the Mr. Wilton acted in an appropriate manner to save the life of Brooke McQueen.

Josh Ford was found dead, lying in a pool of blood, in the middle of the football field, by the football coach of Kennedy Highschool, and five football players that had begun their morning practice.

Nicole Julian was found unconscious, but alive, in George's locker, during a routine, police investigation of the young man's personal belongings. Ms. Julian was rushed to the hospital, having suffered several broken bones, and a concussion, and was later questioned by the police on her involvement in the case of the Kennedy High massacre.

Josh Ford's remains were cremated, then scattered upon the football field of Kennedy Highschool, where he loved to play, in a private ceremony attended only by his parents, the school principle, Mr. Krupps, and a few, close friends. Afterwards, Josh's parents sold their house, and moved away.

On November 17^th, 2001, the remains of Lilith Estela Esposito were buried at Parkview Memorial Cemetery. Attending the funeral, and accompanying her bereaved mother, Gloria, were all the teachers of Kennedy High, as well as about 100 students, the McQueen family, as well as Lily's estranged father, Eduardo Esposito. Lily was finally laid to rest in a solemn ceremony, with a huge shower of flowers. A plaque in her memory was placed at the entrance of Kennedy Highschool, in memory of her heroic deed to save another schoolmate's life; Samantha McPherson.

Nicole Julian was finally committed to Transit Community, a private institution for the mentally insane, because she developed a severe depression, and suicidal tendencies, due to her overwhelming guilt over her involvement in the Kennedy High Massacre. Nicole was under heavy medication, and receiving electric shock therapy, but has since fallen into what seems an irreversible, catatonic state.

George Austin's remains were buried at Parkway Memorial Cemetery, at the furthest possible distance from Lily's grave. His passing was mourned privately only by his parents, and by their church's Methodist preacher, who dutifully accompanied them during the ceremony.

Under the light of the recent, tragic events, Brooke finally settled her differences with her father, Michael McQueen, and both were reconciled.

Samantha McPherson spent three months in the hospital, and was finally allowed to go home to her anxious family. Sam's numerous wounds healed slowly, but wholly, until they closed completely, leaving no mark upon her otherwise unblemished, alabaster skin. But still, the wounds of fear, of distrust would linger in the beautiful brunette's heart for many, many years, coupled with the memory of having watched her best friend, and former lover die before her very eyes.

Mike McQueen, his loving wife, Jane, took their small daughter, Mackenzie, and left on a spur of the moment trip to visit his parents in Washington state, and Jane's parents in Nebraska. Mike, and Jane's sudden decision to travel, was based on their opinion that their daughter, Samantha needed one thing to heal; time alone with their other daughter, and the injured girl's lover, Brooke.

Samantha's room should have been dark; with only the soft, pale reflection of the moonlight that filtered in through the leaves of the tree outside the second story window of the McQueen residence; that scant, silken light that then somehow managed to again fight, to filter through the slightly sheer curtains that covered the window, then finally enter the room, spraying it with a very meager shower of light, barely lighting the expanse of the room. But in the dimly lit room, shapes could still be made out; Sam's bed, desk, chair, bureau, bookshelf loaded with books, Knicks knacks, a Mickey Mouse clock on the wall, a few stuffed toys thrown on the rug. All of the odd menagerie in the girl's room could be distinguished, not just by the scarce moonlight, but also by a million, tiny, flickering flames that danced about, flying from countless candles lit about the room; the tiny flames rose like shooting stars, then fell like a wondrous rain, lighting everything about them in their dire descent into nothingness. A pale, orange, reddish glow from the quivering flames of the candle reflected off everything; and the trembling of the flames made the shadows cast tremble as well, almost convulsively, thus making the inanimate objects in the room seem to come alive.

Brooke was naked, and sat up in Samantha's bed, as she leaned against the headboard of the bed. The lanky blond waited, filled with anticipation, as she watched her beautiful lover standing at the other end of the room, bathed in the mingled red, and gold glow of the shimmering candle light. Sam's back was to Brooke, who marveled at the auburn, and oak tones that seemed to radiate from the girl's dark mane, and the rosy shades, mingled with pale wheat tones that crowned the girl's pale skin. At that moment, Sam had turned on the cd player, so that her room was suddenly flooded in a low, erotic melody that echoed from the plaster walls, bounced from the ceiling, and set Brooke's heart on fire. Samantha turned slowly, and smiled seductively at her lanky lover. Brooke began to tremble, as she watched a coy, smile curl her brunette's full lips. Then, Samantha began to dance.

It was like seeing a volcano erupt; Samantha's body began to quake slowly, gently, erotically twisting, rolling into waves, as she began to actually belly dance, then to jiggle her firm breasts, which jiggled seductively, making Brooke almost go over the edge of her increasing desire. Samantha swayed sideways slowly, rolling her firm, yet soft abdomen, letting her arms wave at her sides gracefully, as she turned her head very slowly sideways, then she smiled seductively once more, as she approached the bed toward an anxious, madly enraptured Brooke, who had suddenly begun to moan, the sounds of them swallowed by the rising, falling rhythm that her lover enticed her with.

Brooke felt a slow, gentle arousal rise in her body, starting at the very tips of her toes, and increase like a wave on the ocean picking up speed, and size, as it neared her vagina. Brooke felt a delicious eruption of goose bumps cover the skin of her arms, as she watched Samantha's lithe, yet voluptuous body begin to move, slowly at first, then begin to pick up speed, as the girl began to move to the erotic rhythm of the music that now engulfed her. Brooke's eyes, now darkened with desire, eagerly, hungrily followed her lover's movements, which mirrored the excitement in her body, and the now rapid hammering of her lovesick heart. Then, Brooke began to have the strangest, yet most beautiful dream....

"She leaned back into her throne, as her long, thick, golden hair fell, splayed about her firm shoulders. Her glowing eyes surveyed the camp; the numerous, small fires that lit the night, with flames licking eagerly at newly laid logs onto their laps, as they spit out thousands of small sparks, and radiated a thin, white veil of smoke that covered the entire camp, making the dancing figures before the queen's eyes seem blurry, and seem almost unreal.

The gorgeous, Amazon queen sighed, watching as her warriors swayed before her; dozens of tall, blond beauties clad in tight leather, that outlined their lean, firm curves. The wondrous warriors moved in time to a primal rhythm, in almost perfect sequence, like waves merging into each other. The perfectly formed, young bodies twirled, then rolled, then swayed once more to the beat of an Amazon, jungle drum, played to a slow beat, then a quick one, then slow, then quick, alternating like the heartbeat of an aroused lover.

The golden monarch watched with a somewhat wistful eye, for her precious warriors did not move her soul, or awaken the needs of her flesh. The golden queen sighed once more, as her mind wandered into the hidden, darkened halls of her mind, and she drifted away on a seemingly voluptuous dream of heated, aroused flesh....

The gloriously beautiful queen felt a sudden rush of wind touch her cheek, almost as if it were a silken kiss from full lips that poised themselves for a split second against her flesh. Then, the golden one saw that same wind stir the wispy smoke that rose from the fires into a thousand circular patterns that seemed to multiply, reflecting the pale moonlight a million times; then in the midst of the seemingly adoring blaze of firelight, and smoke, a sensual, delicately swaying silhouette appeared.

The queen felt her heart begin to hammer quickly within the confines of her gently jiggling, quivering bosom, as her eyes focused on the emerging shade, that now formed into a beguiling, stunningly beautiful woman, a dark mistress of desire, clad in a brief, sheer, tight cloth almost as white as her perfect, unblemished, silken, alabaster skin.

The tall, golden warriors that danced about the newly arrived vision of desire, fell away from the wraith-like presence, contemplating her in rapt wonder, in awe, for the likes of her beauty, and her coloring had never been seen before amid their kind, or in all of their land.

A sea of love-struck sighs rose from among the sea of blond beauties that drew back from the beguiling shape of a woman, with long, wavy, thick, dark hair, that fell around her pale, firm shoulders like a dark mantle. The dream-like woman moved slowly at first, like a small bud of a flower beginning to open, then she began to sway erotically, her firm, round bosom jiggling sexily, her long, curvaceous legs seeming to bend, then roll like an even wave on the surface of a once, calm riverbed. The mysterious beauty turned, revealing her face from within midnight locks strewn about her oval face, revealing full, crimson lips that pouted with evident concentration, dark, long, thick, raven lashes that now, and then covered big, glowing, piercing eyes that now, and then cast amused, haughty stares toward the now mesmerized, blond, Amazon queen, who looked on in stupor at the seeming dream-like nymph that now danced solely for her pleasure.

The music that now came, from primitive drums, from Pan's flute, from Apollo's lyre, seemed to flow around the dark, dancing beauty like an adoring wind, and seemed to wrap her up in its primal swing. The gorgeous, dark angel moved her pale, slender arms about her, as if drawing invisible letters, and her elegant hands stretched out, her long, slender fingers spread out, pointing to the golden queen, beckoning to her, calling the monarch to the tempestuous dance, to bask in her alluring embrace, to touch her voluptuous, pale body.

The Amazon queen felt the call of destiny within her quivering heart, within her aroused flesh, as she stood upon shaky legs, leaving the warmth of her throne, leaving her known world behind to embark upon love's sudden, unique journey. The golden woman, was lured by a call that rose from the center of her being, her now throbbing vulva, that swelled with desire, with an almost unbearable heat that begged to be quenched upon the pale, silken surface of the dark beauty's firm, pale thighs.

The now frenzied, aroused queen wove her way amid the dancing, golden warriors that celebrated the raven-haired, wraith's presence, and danced about her in circles, pulsating in desire for her. The golden queen pushed away the human, swaying barriers that stood in her way, moving deeper into the dancing circles, until she was facing the midnight dream, and claiming the wraith of love for herself.

For a brief moment, the two, great beauties stood face to face, and a strange silence descended among the blond warriors, the music stopped playing, and even the flames of the campfires seemed to pause in their repetitive, eager quivering. The two women regarded each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds. Then, lightly, cautiously, the music began to rise once more, reaching out like unseen tentacles, surrounding the two women; a golden queen, and an elusive dream. The stunning, beguiling, dream woman smiled seductively, as her glowing stare sliced into the golden queen's soul like an unseen blade, seeing deep lust, desperate need for her. The dark, beautiful, pale shade began to sway sensuously, each move of her voluptuous, slender form seemed to cut into the queen, who was now helplessly, madly in lust, in love for her. The enraptured queen finally claimed her dark dream, and embraced her, leaning fully into her, hissing, moaning, almost grunting as the stranger's silken, smooth skin touched her own, heated flesh.

The queen, and her dream of desire danced in a passion's sensual sway, amid wisps of thin smoke that enveloped them like a thin veil, amid the heat of campfire flames that cast red-gold tones upon their glistening flesh. The Amazon queen drowned in her dark beauty's body, wrapping her dream of delight in her earthy sweat, in her musky, heavy scent of need, of desire, that marked the wraith as her own forever.

The golden Amazons stepped away, widening their circle, and swayed slowly, feeling their own primal desire rise, as they watched their blond queen make fiery love to her midnight dream during their dance of love.

The lusty, beautiful queen now ground desperately into her pale lover's plush warmth, into her yielding flesh. The golden monarch circled the dark vision in her vice-like embrace, and pulled the young woman deeper into her own, heated flesh.

What was once a dance of joy, of celebration, had suddenly evolved into a frenzied orgy, as the surrounding warriors consumed each other, aroused at the sight of their queen consumed by deep lust, grinding into the voluptuous, dark beauty in her desperate arms.

The beautiful, golden queen let out an animal cry, as she reached her peak, cresting into heaven, and her cum issued heavily, coating the midnight vision's firm thigh. The queen caught her wraith-like lover's full lips with her own, and kissed her in frantic desire, sucking her tongue, outlining her sensuous, moist mouth, biting gently into her lower lip. The queen finally descended back to reality, as her body released the last waves of pleasure, and she released her alluring, dark dream of love from her trembling arms.

The midnight maiden stepped back, her beautiful form beginning to fade into a shadowy form, while her piercing gaze never left the golden queen's own desperate gaze.

"Don't leave me," the Amazon queen said with desperation, with tears in her clear, tear-filled eyes, "I love you. I need you. Please. I want you to be my wife!"

The beguiling shade became a woman once more, and smiled, as she extended her pale arms to the golden queen, "then I am yours forever!"

The stunned warriors watched their beloved queen take refuge in the stunningly beautiful nymph's pale arms. The wisps of smoke that surrounded the two lovers engulfed them, and began to become thicker, thus obscuring their shapes, confusing them into one silhouette of mingled pallor, and greyness. When the golden warriors realized what was happening, that the dark shade of delight was stealing away their beloved queen, they all hurled themselves upon the erotically swaying cloud that still stood in their midst. But the Amazons attempts to save their queen were all in vain, for the flimsy cloud simply dissolved in their desperate grasp.

The Amazons cried out in anguish, and halted their once joyful, heated dance. The campfires were extinguished, the once, beguiling, erotic music was silenced by the golden warriors, who now mourned for their lost queen. When darkness, as thick as the sorrow that flooded the Amazonian hearts, engulfed the once, well lit campsite, the blond women looked up, and noticed that a new star now shone upon the horizon. The wondrously huge, new star shone brightly, and glimmered, as it now embraced the pale, perfect sphere of the moon in its wondrous light. The proud, beautiful, golden warriors watched in awe, as the star, and the moon danced, then became engulfed one within the other, til both became a single light. The Amazons now knew who the pale, yet dark, gorgeous shade of delight who had visited them truly was; the distant, pale queen of the night, and the star that had just been born was once their golden, beautiful queen.

The blond warriors sighed, smiled, and ceased their mourning, for they now knew their sad queen, and her midnight lover had merged into the newly born, midnight sun that would forever light the nocturnal sky."

"Brooke?"

"What?" Brooke abruptly awakened from her strange, fantastic revelry.

"Are you alright, Brooke?" Samantha asked tenderly.

"Yes, Sammy," Brooke smiled, "I was just dreaming of you."

Sam climbed onto the bed, as at the same time she pulled down the straps of her brassiere. Samantha's long, thick, dark locks flew forward, surrounding her like a shadowy mantle around her shoulders, caressing her slender neck, and decorating her beautiful face in errant locks, that now, Brooke's eager fingertips barely touched. Brooke, now sliding into an ever deeper, sexual despair, leaned forward, and took the stunning beauty in her anxious arms. With great joy, with intense desire, the lanky blond cradled her lover in her trembling arms for just a moment.

"So, you were dreaming about me?" Sam asked with an obvious smirk.

"Yes, I was," Brooke replied, amused at the expression on her brunette's face, "it all seemed so real. You, and I were both in it. I was a queen, and you were dancing just for me."

"Oh," Samantha whispered seductively, sending chills through Brooke's body, "I was your slave?"

"Actually," Brooke replied weakly, as she trembled in her lover's arms, "you were the moon, and I became your slave."

"I like it already," Sam said, a haughty smirk returning to her full lips once more.

"But its not a dream, Sammy. You really do own my heart, and soul. You are like the moon to me; you light up the darkness of my life. No matter how far, or how high I go in life; even if I became the ruler of the entire world, I will always be your loving, humble slave; forever, for my entire life. I'm yours, if you want me, Sammy."

"Of course I want you...." Samantha's sultry voice whispered in a slow, velvet reply.

Then the two lovers began to slowly kiss, their lips fitting together like matching puzzle pieces. Their mouths feasted on each other equally, their tongues dancing like entwined serpents in heated love, searching, seeking out their equal warmth, mingling their saliva.

Brooke moaned in pleasure, her eyes closed, and she threw her head back, as she felt Sam's lips travel along her jaw line, then down her slender neck in small, hot kisses, "oh....Sam." Brooke felt Samantha licking her neck in slow, circles, as the girl's satin tongue tickled the surface of her heated skin. Samantha would lick, then at times bite gently, then suck on Brooke's neck, deliberately leaving marks of ownership. Then, the lanky blond felt Sam sucking on the crook of her neck, and yelped when the beguiling girl bit her. But Brooke's sudden pain was swallowed in a sudden gasp of pleasure, as she felt Sam sucking on her left breast, "gods.....Sammy.....oh."

Sam had gingerly attached herself to Brooke's breast, and now made love to the girl's hardened nipple. Sam adored Brooke's large, full, rosy nipples, and the way they filled her mouth. Samantha gently sucked on the hardened nub of the nipple, which hardened even further, eliciting an excited moan from her blond lover, which set the brunette's heart on fire with deep pride, with deep love. Sam loved giving Brooke pleasure. Samantha adored, simply revered every inch of Brooke's warm, firm, lanky body. Now, Sam's hands wandered down, tenderly stroking Brooke's abdomen, outlining the lanky girl's well defined muscles, measuring their surprising firmness, yet full softness under her velvet, lingering touch. Sam outlined Brooke's nipple with her insistent tongue, and then switched to the other breast to give it equal attention, and at the same time, she gently parted her lover's firm thighs.

"OH, SAMMY!" Brooke cried out in her unbearable, agony of pleasure, as she realized where Samantha was about to center her attentions. The lanky blond was crying now in deep ecstacy, as her beautiful brunette lavished attention on her incredibly sensitive nipples.

Sam dug her fingers into Brooke's wet, vaginal folds, thus feeling the incredible heat of the inner folds. Sam felt Brooke lurch, and her musk suddenly increase to such intensity, that the dark beauty was quickly attracted from her lover's quivering breast, down to her throbbing, secret center. Brooke's heavy scent always drove Sam over the edge, as with almost a primal, yet silken growl, the brunette descended, burying her gorgeous head between her lover's trembling thighs.

"Oh," Brooke was sobbing now, as she lay back, her fingers, like claws dug into the bed sheets, then groped the fabric firmly as her hands became desperate fists, "Sam.....oh.....I," Brooke had lost the ability to speak, her words fled from her, as she lay on the bed, her long legs helplessly spreadeagled, as she felt the sensation of her brunette's tongue sliding into her.

Sam ignored everything around her, as she descended hungrily on Brooke's vagina. The gorgeous girl's eyes contemplated the masterpiece of nature before her; her lanky lover's center was crowned by a heavy patch of thick, blond, pubic hair, and underneath was the swollen clitoris, reddened, firm with desire, and under that was the slit, the nether lips, almost purple in color, also swollen, the flesh quivering, opening slightly, as if waiting impatiently for her ministrations. Sam unconsciously licked her full lips, as she noticed the moisture forming a thin film of white, wispy cum that lightly coated the slightly parted lips, from which peeked the bright pink inner flesh. Sam pressed her aristocratic nose to the warm, willing flesh, and inhaled Brooke's heavy scent, then she began to tease the girl's hardened clit, with light touches from her tongue, almost laughing, as she felt her lover whimper, and noticed the clit throbbing under her touch. Sam touched the clit lightly with her thumb, as with her other fingers she parted the pubic hair around it, and then she finally began to lick the outer walls of Brooke's vagina.

"I'm going to die," Brooke said to herself, as she tried to slowly bask in the penetrating, reverberating sensations of Sam's skilled, adoring tongue. Brooke couldn't help herself, and she whimpered, as she slowly began to carefully gyrate, almost pressing up into her lover's head, "I....mustn't," Brooke wanted to suffer this excruciatingly wonderful agony, to prolong it as much as possible, and her forced self-imposed restraint seemed to heighten her senses, "gods," Brooke was actually grunting now, then whimpering, "oh....damn!"

Sam carefully licked the outer folds of her lover's wet vulva, and then began licking the inner folds of the secret flower, that now quickly, greedily opened to meet her lips. Samantha tasted her lover's secret juices, as they flooded forth, relishing the slight, tangy taste, and the constant, teasing musk that haunted her, and edged her to go on. Sam pushed her tongue completely into her lover's quivering inner folds, and then began to alternate between sucking, and making her tongue dart in, then out of the blond girl's heated flesh. Sam would slip her fingers in, and part her lover's vaginal slit just a bit to give her better access. Sam was lapping, sucking her lover's generous juices, and thrusting her finger into Brooke's vagina. Then, Sam slowed down, as she felt her lover's vaginal lips begin to contract, signaling the onslaught of an approaching orgasm. Just as eagerly as the dark, beguiling beauty had showered her lover's core with immense attention, she just as quickly drew away from it, leaving the still aroused flesh suddenly cold from the lack of her addictive touch.

"Sam....no.....don't!" Brooke cried out in a plaintive whimper, for she was literally crying, with thick tears running down her pale cheeks, because her precious lover had retreated from her heated core, "please, Sammy, don't!"

The masterful, stunningly beautiful, dark haired girl now lifted herself up, then descended fully onto her pretty lanky lover, covering her completely. Sam then roughly began to grind into Brooke, as her own breathing became ragged, as her silken skin broke out into goose bumps, her nipples hardened, and she pursued the elusive, taunting orgasm that tried to elude her.

Sam's sudden roughness only heightened Brooke's need, and with desperation, the blond drew her lover down to her. Brooke tightened Sam in an unbreakable embrace. Brooke rolled herself, and Sam over, so that she now ruled, mastering her gorgeous lover. With almost irate, fervent desire, the beautiful blond began to grind into her brunette, dominating her, pushing her quickly, madly into a sudden, shattering, lightning like orgasm, that made the once calm, teasing girl cry out loudly, and fall back onto the bed with a thud.

For a while, the two lovers lay silent, and still, calming after the torrid storm of their lovemaking. Sam was almost out, after the sudden, piercing orgasm that had ripped through her voluptuous body.

Brooke quietly contemplated her beautiful lover with full adoration, as she leaned down, and began to gently lick the light vestiges of cum from the girl's rosy cheeks, and chin. Then, Brooke kissed Samantha with tenderness, again licking the brunette's full lips, tasting herself, her essence on them, "Sammy?"

"Hhhmmm?" Sam was almost half asleep now, but her lover's soft whisper called to her.

"I hope you understand, Sammy. I'm so old fashioned in some ways," Brooke said gently, gravely, as she shook her gorgeous brunette to full wakefulness.

"Oh? How so?"

"I have certain conditions, Sammy. I know I've mentioned them before, but I think that I never made myself fully clear on them. I want to make them very clear now."

"What are they, McQueen?" Sam was smiling, even though she knew that her lanky lover was being extremely serious at that moment, the girl found her attitude end endearing, "I'm listening."

"First of all, Sammy, I love you," Brooke stated firmly, "and not in the modern way that says; "we'll see what happens." When I way that I love you, I mean it the old fashioned way; set in stone. I love you forever, and not till death do we part. I will always love you, even beyond death."

"Do you believe that, Brookie? That the soul exists?"

"I do, Sammy. And the two of us will be together for eternity."

"I like that," Sam replied.

"Second," Brooke continued, "when I say that I can't live without you, I mean it literally. I want you with me every, EVERY single second, minute, hour of every single day of our lives. I want you beside me constantly, Sam. That may seem suffocating, but that's how I am. I just can't function, or think if you aren't with me. You may think that I'm making you my prisoner, but that is the condition; you truly are my prisoner. You are the prisoner of my heart."

"Fine," Sam said quietly.

"Third," Brooke said without hesitation, "I will spend my entire life taking care of you. I will never let you want for anything. I will love you, and keep you satisfied at all times."

This time, Samantha didn't speak, but simply nodded in response.

"Fourth, Sammy; I promise with all of my heart that I will never be unfaithful to you. I will never have any other lover but you. I will never flirt with, or look at, or even think of anyone else but you. Sam, you consume my thoughts, day, and night."

"I believe you, Brooke."

"Fifth," Brooke said, "I will always trust you. I will never listen to anyone but you. Even if you were to lie to me, I will believe you. But I will always believe with my entire heart that you don't tell lies. What happened with Nic, will never happen again!"

"Just don't mention it again!" Sam said, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Promise," Brooke replied softly, with finality, "sixth, I want us to have our own house, and children, Sammy. I want a little girl just like you, with dark hair, with your smile."

"And I want a second little girl just like you, a golden angel," Sam said with a sigh.

"And a little boy?" Brooke asked almost childishly.

"We can name him Mike," Sam replied tenderly.

"Last, and well, least," Brooke said with a sudden blush, "I....I," the lanky blond was simply stuttering now, trembling, feeling nervous about her last condition.

"You want to marry me," Samantha replied with a sudden laugh.

"Oh," Brooke replied, her mouth turning suddenly dry, "will you be my wife, Sammy?"

"Yes," Sam said, as she began to kiss her blond lover with gentleness, "yes."

"You mean that?" Brooke was quite amazed.

"I'll marry you, Brooke McQueen."

Brooke hugged her brunette tightly, and began sobbing, "I love you, Sammy. I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Samantha McPherson replied softly, her voice quivering, for she too had begun to cry.

Life had begun for the two lovers; a long, often difficult, sometimes happy, but always fulfilled existence, where they would always be together.

Always.

The End

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