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    • Welcome back to everyone's favorite Surprise!Baby Frank Warner's Bachelor Challenge. Like there are any other bachelor challenges out there with a Surprise!Baby Frank Warner. And if there are, I don't want to know.
      Last time there was stalking and anti-stalking. And Opal from JoandSarah77’s OWBC left.
      Shall we continue?
      P.S. I am still trying to figure out Slideshare so if this is distorted, I apologize now. I tried.
    • “My girl’s still in the running! My girl’s still in the running!” Orikes crowed jumping up and down on the couch between Cee and Fire.
    • “Will you sit down, Ori?” Jo asked. “Not all of us are so lucky.”
      “Besides, if you keep that up, your face will freeze like that and then putting on your make up will be a pain in the butt.”
      “Yakko, stop helping,” I said from the non-bouncing couch.
      “Yes, director-person.”
    • Orikes stopped jumping on the couch and flopped down on the cushions with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. “Sorry about that. I’ve stopped."
      "That's good because I was about to lose my lunch." Fire shivered. "Let me say that would have been just gross."
      Cee shot a quick glare at the two simselves next to her and scooted closer to the arm giving both Fire and Orikes their space. "So what's the plan for today, Lark?" 
    • "Oh! Oh! I know! We're going to disguise ourselves as giant chili monsters and break out of here to terrorize the people of this town into eating grilled cheese sandwiches," Yakko interjected.
      "What? No! What are you thinking!" I asked.
      Jo just looked over at her pixellated husband with an expression of long suffering on her face, “I’ve told you not to talk about that, dear.”
    • "That the world needs more Grilled Cheese Sandwiches? I don't see anything wrong with talking about that."
      "Lark, talk some sense into your founder!" Fuzzy demanded.
      I smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't going for sense when I made him. Sorry."
      "Well someone needs to get us back on track!" the purple haired witch demanded.
      "Oh no worries," Yakko said with a gamin grin. "I've already send Frank his instructions for the day. He should be getting them right about now.”
    • "You did what?!" I asked. "Oh dear gods, why do I not see this as being good?”
      “Probably because knowing Yakko, he’s going to screw it up somehow,” Doc supplied.
      “Hey!”
      “What? I was just telling the truth.”
      “Um?” Caffie interjected. “Can we get back to the challenge? I kind of want to see how my girl is doing.”
    • Frank looked out the window at the pounding surf. One woman was gone. Now he needed to see what he was supposed to do for today.
      Remembering his mum's email from the previous day, he decided to check his mail. Maybe there'd be a note telling him that he could go back to school and this was all a bad dream.
    • Greetings and salutations Youngest Son,
      Today you get to play with the ladies. Well, not play. More like stew in a hottub full of sexiness and not sausages. Only the most persistent ones will play with you, the rest can just stew in their own juices.
      Then you can talk to each one of them and get to know them better. Find out what makes them tick. I suggest smiling and nodding - it works with your Mother.
      The rest of the time be yourself. And don't do anything I wouldn't do. Tomorrow at noon give the girl who you like the least the shock of her life and send her packing.
      Love and Anvils, Dad-doo
    • Frank wandered out to the dining room to join the remaining girls for some breakfast. He didn't feel like a salad and turkey just sounded way too heavy so he grabbed a plate of gelatin with little square things suspended in it.
      Orla noticed him poking at his meal in silence so decided to break the ice. "I hope that I make it to the kissing part of this whole thing. It would be embarrassing to go home without it you know."
      Tempe choked on her salad and turned to look at Frank's expression. The poor man's eyes were wide and his spoon was sticking out of the cube of jello like a piece of bad modern art.
    • The anti-social woman decided to rescue the poor man. "Why do you care, Orla? It's not like you're gonna do anything about it anyway. Aren't you married in your universe?"
      "Well, yeah. But-"
      “But what?"
    • "Now don't give her a hard time, girl," Ruby Mae interjected. "I think we'd all like to get some lip action from Frankie, here."
      "Speak for yourself," Tempe snorted.
      Dora stood up from the table. "As stimulating as watching you all snipe at each other is, I think I'd rather do something else. Watch the butler clean maybe."
      "I think I'll join you," Star said finishing her breakfast.
      Frank, on the other hand, said nothing. He just finished his meal.
    • Afterwards, he decided to get the stew part over with. He wasn't looking forward to making small talk with the six women. What did he have to say? Nothing. All his life, he'd lived in the shadow of his older brothers and sisters. He wasn't even sure who he was supposed to be, all he knew is that he didn't want to be the boy he was. In love with the wrong women, scared to upset his parents, anti-social and alone.
      Maybe that is why he continued with this farce of a competition. He didn't want to be alone. And there were a few girls here who might make good friends if nothing else. He didn't have very many of those either.
    • "You looked uncomfortable in there, Frank," Star said shedding her clothes and climbing into the hot tub. "If I didn't know better, I would think you haven't been kissed."
      Frank screwed his eyes shut and tried not to look at Star's nude body. "I haven't yet. I went off to college as soon as I could."
      "That must have been hard." Star said sympathetically.
      "Poor choice of words." The purple eyed girl glanced down at the bulge in Frank’s swimsuit and laughed.
      "Way to make a man uncomfortable," Andorra said sauntering up to join them.
    • Frank glanced at Dora and eeped. He shifted self-consciously and turned back to Star. He wasn't quite sure where to look so settled on her mouth.
      Star noticed his discomfort and couldn't keep the smirk from her lips. He would be so much fun to tease. "Do I make you uncomfortable?" she asked bluntly.
      "Um. No. Not really. Sometimes. I think I'd like kissing."
      Dora settled into the swirling water with a laugh. "I think you've got him all flustered."
    • "Are you all hot and bothered?" Star asked.
      "Um. Shouldn't you put some clothes on?" Frank said, his voice cracking slightly. "Before the neighbors call the cops?" he added, avoiding Star’s flirtatious question.
      "Why?" Dora asked. "We're not ashamed of our bodies. If we don't care, why should anyone else?"
      "I just don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure, you know." 
    • “Why? Your balls aren’t showing. And the cops won’t haul you in for having a boner.”
      “They might laugh at you, though,” Dora interjected.
      “You are not helping,” Frank said with a groan.
    • We interrupt this bachelor challenge with an important announcement.
      Due to the potential for a little T and A to slip through due to the director-person's crappy photo-taking skills, we are pleased to introduce the Wardrobe Adjuster.
      It does not slice. It does not dice. And if it makes julienne fries back away slowly.
      What it does do is keep stories from getting into the *censored* category due to poor camera placement. We now return you to your regularly scheduled bachelor challenge already in progress... 
    • "Where did your clothes come from?" Tempe asked in confusion a moment later. “Not that I mind. I saw enough of Rin in her underwear while I was at college.”
      Frank looked up at the woman. “My director-person felt sorry for me.”
      Star smiled and gave Frank an arch look. "Is this better?"
      "Much." 
    • The other hottub was oddly silent with Ruby Mae glaring at Mary and Mary smiling beatifically in return.
      Orlarolled her eyes. "Aren't you upset that Star will steal your lead?" she asked.
      The black haired woman shook her head. "No. If Star captures Frank’s affections, then it was not meant to be."
      "So you believe in true love and a happily ever after?"
      "I believe you make your own happy endings."
      "You are making no sense, Mary. I am out of here," Orla said climbing out of the tub.
      "I'll join you," Ruby Mae echoed.
    • "So what should we talk about?" Dora asked.
      "Why are you looking at me?” Tempe asked a little hysterically. “I don’t know what to talk about. I'd much rather be back in my lab conducting experiments." 
    • "I think this one's planning on taking over the world," Dora said pointing her finger at Tempe.
      "So what's new?" Frank asked. "My brother, Onslow, wanted to do that too. It's a phase some people seem to go through." 
    • "You seemed to take that pretty well," Star observed.
      "Well, life isn't always puppies and flowers. It just is. I mean if my brother or Tempe here wants to take over the world, they're welcome to try. So long as I can have my own little slice of it." 
    • "So do you want to be a big fat villain and take over the world?" Dora asked the other woman.
      "Oh hell no,“ Tempe denied emphatically. “I’ve got a crazy aunt who’s got that schtick covered.”
      “You too, huh?” Star asked, her eyes looking haunted for a moment.
      Tempe nodded.
      “I think it’s a requirement that some family member go nuts,” Dora interjected. “It’s like it’s in the rules or something.”
    • “That’s why I am against this whole rules thing,” Star said. “I say screw them. We don’t need no stinking villains. Life’s got enough drama without adding crazy nutszoid freaks to the party.”
      “Sounds like you know from experience.”
      Star looked away sadly. “I do,” she murmured. “Look can we not talk about this. I took this gig to get away from the game, not dredge the whole thing back up.”
    • “I’m sorry,” Frank said softly. “We didn’t know.”
      Star shrugged. “Subject change now.”
      “Ummmm… So how do you girls feel about jewelry?” Frank tried awkwardly.
    • “Are you talking about costume jewelry or something along the lines of two gold rings… Maybe wedding rings.”
      "Star!" Tempe exclaimed.
      "Way to be blunt."
      "Um... I hadn’t really…"   Frank stammered. This was not going according to plan.
    • “Oh come on, you can tell us.“
      Frank thought about it for a moment. "Well, I don't really know you well enough to make that decision yet. I mean, I just met you all."
    • "Sounds like our boy here is trying to sneak out on answering." 
    • “I'm not!" Frank protested.
      "Let him be, Star," Dora said. "He's been under enough stress as it is. If he wants to avoid the question he can."
      “Thanks awfully. Look, I think I’ve stewed enough,” Frank said standing up. “If I sit around much longer, I am going to spontaneously combust.”
    • “You don’t look that hot to me,” Star teased. “In fact, I see two monster goosebumps.”
      Frank looked down at her in confusion. “What?”
      “Way to go confusing the boy!” Dora called. “If anyone wants me, I’ll be in the house hunting for cheese.”
    • “I think I’ll join you,” Tempe said. “All of this flirting is making me sick.”
    • “Why’d do that?” Frank asked when Star let up enough for him to breathe.
      “Because I could and it was fun.”
      “Gee thanks.”
      “Yawanna know a secret?”
      “Sure.”
    • “Your fly is open.”
      Frank recoiled sharply looking his hands fumbling at the front of his swim trunks for the non-existent zipper. Watching his frantic reaction, Star collapsed on the deck laughing maniacally. When his fingers didn’t find anything, he glanced down at his trunks to see the smooth front of fabric. Heat rising on his cheeks, he sank down to the floor across from her.
    • “That wasn’t very nice to do to someone you just met.”
      “So. I’m not very nice,” Star said with a shrug. “You’d better learn that now rather than later.”
      “So did someone put you up to this?”
    • “I’m not here for money if that’s what you mean,” Star said a little huffily.
      “That isn’t what I meant,” Frank snapped.
      “So say what you mean!”
    • “Fine, I will. Why are you here? You don’t seem the kind of girl to be in a meat market like this.”
      “Sounds like you have a pretty low opinion of the rest of the girls in there.”
      “Don’t put words in my mouth. Mary, Orla, Ruby Mae, hell, even Dora I can see doing this. But, you and Tempe I just don’t get. So answer my question, Star.”
      Star narrowed her eyes and glared at Frank. “No.”
    • “Why won’t you tell me?” he pressed.
      “You’re not my BFF so why do you care?”
      “Because I do, dammit!”
      “Why?”
    • Frank floundered for a moment in exasperation. “Because… Because, I like you, Star. I don’t want you to be here if you don’t want to be here.”
      “Was that so hard to admit?”
      “Yes!”
      She smiled triumphantly. “So do you want to kiss me now?”
      Frank stared at her lips for a moment, then did the only thing he could think of. He ran back into the house, the sound of Star’s laughter trailing behind him.
    • Star followed Frank inside and into the dining room where Mary and Ruby Mae were eating. Frank tried ignoring the grinning woman, but Star would have none of that.
      “So is poor ickle Frankie scared of little old me?”
      Frank refused to answer, concentrating on the pile of greens in front of him.
      “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    • “Leave the poor boy be!” Ruby Mae admonished. “He don’t need none of your pickin’ and pokin’. Iffen he’s scared of you it’d be with good reason.”
      “Yeah? Well you stink!”
      “How dare you! I am a lady!”
    • “You may be a lady. But you sure smell like a sewer rat. Now I know why you are here, the boys at home got one whiff of you and took off for the hills,” Star said plugging her nose.
      Ruby Mae gasped at the insult and looked to Frank for backup. Unfortunately for Ruby Mae, Star was correct in her assessment of Ruby Mae’s stench and Frank had to quickly cover his mouth to keep from losing his dinner. Mary glanced over at Frank then back at her food and prudently decided not to get involved.
      Seeing that she wasn’t going get any help from her dinner companions, Ruby Mae stalked from the room in search of a nice relaxing bath.
    • Mary finished her food and excused herself from the table. Frank followed her with his eyes and then glanced apprehensively over at Star. The green woman rolled her eyes and shook her head before very deliberately picking up the dirty dishes from the table.
      Frank took the hint and dashed after the Regency era woman. “Um, Mar-, uh Miss Austen?”
      “Yes?” she said, turning to face him.
      “I, uh, wanted to tell you how nice I thought you looked in your bathing suit,” he said awkwardly.
    • “Really? You do not think it too revealing?”
      Frank shook his head emphatically. “Not at all!”
      “I was not certain. Madame Cee assured me that this was the proper fashion, and I do so want to be fashionable. Still, I feel it needs something. Perhaps a bonnet, to shade me from the harsh rays of the sun.”
      “I guess a hat wouldn’t be a bad thing,” he agreed. “But I really don’t think you need it. You look pretty enough without one.”
      “Why, Mr. Warner. I do believe that you are flirting with me.”
    • “What?!” he exclaimed. “No! I’m not flirting. Not that I wouldn’t mind, I mean, uh, this isn’t coming out right.”
      Mary laughed in delight. “I was only teasing. Where I am from, a man does not see a woman in this state of dishabille unless they are married.”
      “I see. I guess I’m glad to be living when I do,” he then got a glint in his eye that resembled one worn by his father on several occasions. “It really is a shame to hide a body like yours under layers of fabric.”
      “Mr. Warner!” she exclaimed raising her hand to smack his arm.
      He flashed a grin and quickly stepped out of her reach. “Gotta run!”
      “Get back here so I can chastise you properly!”
    • He ran into the next room, leaving Mary behind him, a smile on his lips. That was fun. Talking with Mary, almost felt normal, like she would be a great friend, maybe even more.
      A dry voice penetrated his thoughts. “Having fun?”
      Frank looked up to see Tempe staring at him with a sardonic expression. “Yeah, actually. I was.”
      “Well go have fun somewhere else away from me!”
    • “Why? You’ve been downright hostile to me since the day you moved in,” he said, then a smile crossed his lips. “One would think you didn’t want to be here.”
      “Yeah whatever, of course I want to be here with your exalted presence like any good simpering girl. My being here has nothing to do with fear of death or worse.”
      The smile faded to a frown. “You mentioned that my creator was scary. Did she threaten you?” Yeah he was pretty reluctant to be here himself but was a completely different thing if the girls were here under duress.
      “I wasn’t threatened, as much as reminded of a few key facts.”
    • “What facts?”
      Tempe shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll pick one of the girls who fills out a dress better than me and that will be the end of it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some avoiding to do.”
      “I’m not like that!” he called after her defensively, then frowned thinking about his conversation with Mary. He shook his head, all of the doubts that had plagued him his whole life flooding back with a vengeance. Looking down at his hands, he whispered to himself, “I’m not!”
    • Frank heard someone walk into the room behind him and turned to find Orla standing there. “Hello,” he greeted a little stiffly.
      The woman sighed. “I see that you are still upset at me. Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your mother, I just thought what you did was really rude and that you needed to apologize to Ruby Mae and Mary.”
      “Still you shouldn’t have butted in.
      “I understand that. But you aren’t a girl. Girls feel differently about things. It’s like jewelry. Guys like one thing girls like another.”
    • “What do you mean by that? Are you saying that guys can’t like jewelry,” Frank growled thinking of his favorite sibling, Oz, and his earring.
      “Crap! I just keep offending you don’t I. I don’t mean to.”
      “Well you’re sure doing a good job at it.”
      “Look I can’t help if you are touchy about the things I am talking about. I am not a mind reader, so I can’t avoid the verbal landmines if I don’t know they are there to begin with.”
    • “I suppose you’re right,” Frank conceded. “I’m just a little sensitive when it comes to my family, people making assumptions, or cheese.”
      “I can see the first two. But cheese?”
      “Never mock the cheese.”
      “I’ll keep that in mind,” Orla said with a perfectly straight face. “But can I tease it a little?”
      “I suppose,” Frank conceded. “Anyway, I should probably get some sleep. Glad we could talk.”
    • Three strange and yet fairly good conversations out of the way, Frank stumbled to his bed and dreamt about strange men plotting to take out a family of elven hybrids.
    • When he got up he found Star in the kitchen helping herself to a glass of juice. Walking up behind her, Frank tapped her on the shoulder.
      Star yelped and whirled around, whacking herself on Frank’s chin. “Ow! Ow! Ow! What in the hell were you doing sneaking up on a girl when she’s just woken up and is making her coffee.”
      “I wasn’t sneaking up on you,” Frank protested. “And that’s not the coffee machine.”
      Star blinked and glanced behind her. “Well that explains why it tasted like crap. I thought about throttling the moron who stocked the house, but then I didn’t feel like being arrested.”
    • “Sounds you aren’t much of a morning person.”
      “Who is? People who claim to be are just night owls in the wrong timezone.”
      Frank laughed. “You’ve got an interesting way of looking at things, Star. Unique. I think I like that.”
      “Hmph, I guess there’s no accounting for taste. But, thanks.”
      “No prob.”
    • “You know…”
      “Yeah?”
      “You’re kinda cute when you aren’t being a total moron or momma’s boy,” she said with a laugh, then turned to walk out of the room.
      “Wait, what? You think I’m cute?” Frank asked, trailing along behind her.
      “Don’t let it go to your head!” she called over her shoulder.
    • Frank didn’t get a chance to follow up on Star’s comment, since she immediately immersed herself in a loud conversation with Orla about a concert that she went to with her cousin.
      Instead, he decided to seek out another of the girls that he hadn’t talked to, Dora. Although to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure on how to approach her. The woman noticed his gaze and solved his problem by talking to him first.
      “You’ve been staring at me this morning,” she started. “Did my makeup get smeared or something.”
    • “Um. No. I was…” he floundered looking around frantically. “I was just admiring your shoes.”
      “My shoes?” she asked lifting one heavy shoe. “These things?”
      “Yeah. I like them.” He motioned with one hand toward his own footwear.
      “I see.”
      “Yeah.”
    • “You know I didn’t think I would be talking about shoes with the bachelor. It just seems kindametrosexual.”
      “What should I talk about?” Frank asked, crossing his arms defensively.
      “I don’t know. How about Sexy Lamps or Spatulas?”
      He thought about this. “I don’t like Sexy Lamps,” he said after a moment. “The spatula isn’t so bad since it is used to make grilled cheese.”
      “Oh Frank, you really do know what to say to turn a woman on!”
    • Frank laughed at Dora’s comeback, then turned around to talk to Ruby Mae. Like with most of the girls, he didn’t know what subject to start with and since Orla was talking with Star in the background about the weather that ruled out that subject.
      Thinking back to his childhood, he started. “You know, when I was little, I always wanted to be a policeman. What about you?”
      “Ew! No!”
      “What?”
    • “Why would I want to be one of those fun-hating party poopers who’ve got nothing more to do than bust kids out having fun or break up a little photoboothwoohoo.”
      “Um…”
      “I’d rather eat my own arm than be one of the fuzz.”
      “I see. So what do you want to do?”
    • “I’d rather not do anything. Workin’ a job just seems so boring to me.”
      “Well, not working seems boring.”
      Ruby Mae reached forward one hand. “I bet we could find somethin’ to do to pass the time,” she said suggestively. “Maybe in bed…”
      Frank yawned. “Never ending woohoo… Sounds boring to me. Nice talking with you,” he said insincerely.
    • “Look, Frank-honey, I’m real sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Can we try again?”
      “Can’t talk, playing pool.”
      “But Frank.”
      “Shhh…”
    • Ruby Mae was persistent, though. “Please, Frank. I really wanna make things up to you.”
      “Sorry did you say something? I was too busy concentrating on this engrossing gir- I mean game. Your move, Miss Austen.”
    • “Frank…” the southern woman pleaded.
      Star rolled her eyes and motioned for Frank to come closer. “Looks like the pretty princess is giving you puppy dog eyes.”
      “I’ve noticed.”
      “Look, you want a word of advice ‘cause you’re gonna get it anyway. Talk to her. She isn’t gonna let up until you do.”
    • “Fine, Star convinced me I should let you speak your peace, so what is it?”
      “Ah, look, I didn’t mean to be all insulting earlier. I jus’ don’t like the fuzz.”
      “Uh-huh…”
      “Now I do gotta say, that if it were you doin’ the bustin’ that I might change my opinion of the law,” she added in a sultry tone of voice. “I reckon that you would cut a fine figure in uniform.”
      Frank blushed. “Thanks. I guess.”
    • “So did you get the terrier to back off?” Star asked making little dog noises.
      “Ruby Mae’s not a terrier. But yeah, we talked.”
      “Good…”
      “Miss Walton?” Mary’s voice interrupted. “Might I have a moment?”
      “I guess? What’d you want?”
    • “I wanted to see if you were up for a game called ‘punch you, punch me’?”
      Star smirked. “Are you sure you want to play this?”
      “Absolutely.”
    • “Okay, you asked for it!”
      “Ow!!!”
    • “Why did you hit me so hard?”
      The other woman rolled her eyes. “If you have to ask that…”
      “It is most unladylike,” Mary protested.
      “I am so not a lady.”
    • Frank smiled at the exchange behind him as the girls decided to play a less violent game of red hands. “They’re like night and day, aren’t they?” he observed to Ruby Mae.
      “For certain!”
    • The rest of the morning passed quickly with strange conversations about modern electronics with Mary.
      “I do say, it is quite remarkable to have these miniature people inside of a box.”
      “They are not miniature people.”
      “Well then how are they so small?”
    • “So what was that you were saying about be being cute earlier?” Frank asked when he finally managed to get Mary to stop going on about the people in the box.
    • “Well, I suppose you are kinda cute in that whole, tie you down and have my way with you kind of way.”
      “Oh I see…” Frank said not really seeing at all.
    • “You have no idea what I am talking about do you?” Star observed with a wry grin.
      “I do too!” he protested. “It involves kissing, right?”
      “You could say that…”
    • Twelve o’clock rolled around and once again the women gathered in the living room.
      “I do not believe that I shall be sent home today. Mr. Warner and I got on quite well.”
      “That’s nice for you, I guess. Personally I want out of this house. The sooner the better.”
      Ruby Mae, who was listening in. “My goodness, the feelings in here are all like a ski slope all ups and downs.”
    • “Thank you, Flora Gump,” Star said sarcasically. “I suppose life is like a box of chocolates too.”
      “Star, pipe down!” Orla admonished. “Frank’s here.”
      “Why would that stop me?”
      Frank just shook his head and smiled.
      “So have you made a decision, Frank?” Dora asked.
    • “Yeah, I have. And I think you know what it is.”
      The brown haired woman nodded. “Yeah. We just didn’t click,” she said, standing up. “I’ve already called a cab. I knew it was going to be me.”
    • “Yeah, pretty much. Look, I’m sorry. No hard feelings, all right?” Frank said extending his hand.
      “Sure, if you want. No hard feelings.” Dora reached forward as well.
    • The joy buzzer concealed in Frank’s palm made contact with Dora’s hand and sent a sharp jolt of electricity through the woman’s body.
    • “What the hell was that!” Dora cried jerking her hand away.
      “Dad-doo said to give the woman going home ‘the shock of their life’ this is what I thought he meant. It’s the rules.”
      “Oh don’t go hiding behind your daddy’s skirts or the damn rules,” she growled, punctuating her words with a sharp poke. “You need to take some damn responsibility for your actions. I don’t care if the God of Cheese himself told you to do it, it was rude and uncalled for.”
    • “Aw crap.”
      “Look, Frank, you’re young. You’re going to do stupid things. Just try to think about the consequences of your actions, okay? You aren’t a bad guy, don’t act like one.”
      “Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry.”
      A car’s horn sounded impatiently from the front of the house. “That’s my ride, I’ll be seeing you.”
    • Dora climbed into the car an enigmatic smile on her face.
      “Where to, lady?” the cabbie asked.
      Dora took one last look over her shoulder at the people inside, then gave him the address to the simself house.
    • When she got there, she let herself into the house. “Hey there, ladies.”
      “Dora! “ Doc exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
      “Frank sent me home.”
    • “But what about the plan! I showed you the videos! It’s all about the stalking. Why didn’t you stalk?”
      “It seemed kinda pointless.”
      “Why do you say that?” I asked, ignoring Caffie who was talking to Yakko about chili monsters.
    • “Well, I think he already knows who he wants. He just needs to decide if he is going to go with his heart or his head. And I was not about to come in the middle of that. Real love deserves the chance to thrive and grow.”
      “Who does my baby want?” Jo asked intently.
      Dora looked over at the Australian woman and then back at Lark and Doc. “I don’t think I should say.”
      “Come on, Andorra, you can tell me,” Doc insisted.
    • The legacy sim shrugged then motioned for the blonde to stand up. Leaning forward, Dora whispered something into Doc’s ear.
    • “Oh hell no!” I said, drawing out the word ‘hell.’ “If you get to tell Doc, you are telling all of us.”
      Dora smiled and shot the red head a look. “What makes you think I told her who it was?” she asked, giving her creator a hug. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be.”
    • Doc sank back onto the couch a bemused expression on her face, her eyes taking in the glares of the assembled simselves. “She didn’t tell me guys,” she said a bit defensively.
      “So what did she say?” I asked.
      “All she said is that it was a secret, but that we’d be happy with Frank’s choice.”
    • “Well that really doesn’t tell me anything. I’d be happy with having any of the girls left in the competition for a daughter-in-law,” Jo groused.
      “I wouldn’t,” Yakko muttered.
      “What? How can you say that!”
      “With my mouth.”
      “Yakko!”
    • An end shot of Frank looking yummy.
      The scores for the day were as follows
      Mary: 97/31 – two bolts – friends
      Star: 100/26 – two bolts – friends
      Ruby Mae: 31/21 – two bolts
      Tempe: 27/12 - two bolts
      Orla: 34/5 – two bolts
      Andorra: 18/6 – one bolt