ODDS OF LOVE : ONE MOMENT

Episode 35

Beverly Hills , California

Lorraine Norland Rochester was reclining on her king sized silk sheeted satin blanketed bed , nude , eating chocolate covered strawberries from a crystal dish on the black and gold nightstand beside the bed. Her golden blonde hair was newly cut in a trim boyish style that framed her face in an appealing style. She was as many people had said over the years a mini me clone of her mother Doris. And not just in looks.

She quickly tapped out a text message and hit send.

Lorraine: Skipper, darling, my Mumsy wants me to give you a message. She is so dreadfully busy with this whole ridiculous trying to commit murder trial business. How silly is the whole business? It's not like that Black man Spencer conned or bribed into marrying him was really killed. He's obviously as whiny as my brother. Anyway, sexy briefs, she wants you to back off Spencer and the Spencer Bunch. For now. And don't worry about the pesky police. Mumsy has influence with higher ups with the police there. Just like her own case will linger on forever so will your own matter. Anyway it's time to move on to my big brother Richard. Richard really pissed off our mother with his lack of support. Richard who fancies himself in love. Lol. The man has no heart lol. If they cut into his chest they would find a check book only rofl. But in love he is and with a man of all things. Guess he's more like Spencer than we all thought. His love interest, how quaint, is that annoying secretary of his. Richard is so pathetic. Stealing the cradle lol. At his age lol. I've forwarded you a dossier that Mumsy had Gaines Investigations in NYC do on his one and only Nigel Hawthorne -Cyrus. It should be very interesting reading. Use the information in it wisely. Chow , darling!

She didn't expect a text back. She didn't care if she got one back. Skip Sands was just another of their servants really. He would do anything for a dollar.

Just like when their mother had paid him in college to distract Spencer away from DuBuis Lane. Of course it hadn't worked but that was then and this was now.

Her son Theodore stumbled into the bedroom. He was whining about her signing some silly permission slip or otherwise for school. If his father gave half a damn he would sign it but all her dear doctor husband cared about was his harem of young nubile sluts. The boy that was so much an accident was so annoying to her. He reminded her of being the fourteen year old version of her brother Spencer. And she hated Spencer.

Then her eyes narrowed. A plan was developing within her head. Maybe she could use her silly whining accident son for more practical purposes..... in his Uncle Spencer's house.

Hmmm. Now how to put him there? And could the boy be trusted to get her the information she wanted on and about her brother?