Pam had slept later than she had intended to that morning. As she walked into the living room, Katherine wasn't there. She had checked her bedroom earlier, but Katherine hadn't been there either. Pam searched the rest of the house and saw Katherine standing out near the pool, talking on a cellular phone.

Curious, Pam quietly opened the sliding door and walked outside, listening to Katherine's conversation. Maybe this would be the moment that would tell her if Katherine's amnesia was real.

"Yes," said Katherine. "Everything has to be done exactly right if my plan is to work. Absolutely. Pam is in for a big surprise."

"Oh my God," said Pam quietly. "What are you planning?"

Pam let the sliding door slide shut and Katherine turned around. "Well, good morning Pam."

"Hello Katherine."

"I made some pancakes if you want any. They're in the kitchen—they should still be warm."

"That was nice of you, but I'm not really hungry this morning."

"Oh, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, I'm feeling fine." Pam heard a door slam and Cliff walked around the side of the house.

"Hello Pam," said Cliff, hugging her. "What the hell is going on? Bobby explained part of this to me, but I still wonder why the hell you'd take Katherine in like this."

"Excuse me?" said Katherine. "Who are you?"

"You can cut the act. I wasn't born yesterday," said Cliff.

"Cliff, shut up," said Pam quietly.

"Pam."

"I mean it. I'm sorry Katherine, Cliff must be drunk again."

"Like hell I am," muttered Cliff.

"Who is Cliff?" said Katherine.

"Cliff is our brother."

"Oh, I didn't know," said Katherine. "I'm sorry I can't remember you Cliff."

"Yeah, I'm sure," said Cliff. "Well Pam, I think I'll be going. I have a lot to do at the office today."

Pam sighed. "Okay Cliff."

Cliff left the house, leaving Katherine very confused. She'd definitely have some questions to ask later, but right now, she had plans to make.

J.R.'s words resonated through Jenna's head. If she didn't get in bed, her daughter would be taken away from her—brought back to that bastard that Jenna had married. She had managed to escape from him once, but knew that it wouldn't work again. If he found out where she was---something J.R. would gladly reveal---she knew she didn't have a chance of keeping her daughter, even in a court battle. Her husband was too "connected." He, and his family, had too much influence.

So, reluctantly she took it upon herself to seduce Ray Krebbs. She liked Ray. He was an attractive man, but more importantly, he was a kind man. Jenna knew he was married, but obviously he wasn't happy. She would have to make her move soon, while Ray was vulnerable. Part of her wanted to sleep with Ray---she was attracted to him, his kindness and his warmth. But she knew the pain that was a betrayal in marriage. Her husband had proved that one too many times. Still, Jenna had no choice.

She and Ray were working alone in the Cattleman's Club, trying to get it ready for a quickly approaching opening date. Ray had kept the reconstruction and upcoming opening very low-key---after all, it wouldn't be of any help to his fiancée's campaign if it was revealed he had bought a strip club!

The air conditioning was off, and both Ray and Jenna were working up a sweat. Jenna took off her shirt to reveal a much more tight fitting T-Shirt underneath. Ray could not help but look at her figure. She was certainly in shape.

"Hot?" Ray asked.

"Yes," Jenna replied. "Aren't you?" She gave him a very flirtatious smile. Ray didn't respond, just smiled back. Was she flirting with him?

"So, Ray" Jenna continued, "When do you project we are going to open? Things seem to be on schedule."

"Well, hopefully in a few weeks. That's if everything goes well. Which it probably won't---seems something always screws up."

"Think that this will overshadow your wife's campaign?" Jenna decided to hint on a tender subject with Ray—make him more vulnerable. She felt horrible doing it.

"I don't think anything could overshadow Donna's campaign. Certainly nothing I do." There was a touch of jealousy in Ray's voice.

"She always seem to be in the spotlight?"

"She's like Wonder Woman. I love Donna, but sometimes she seems almost inhuman. Not in a bad way, but in a good way. Almost too good."

"Not easy to feel like your much of anything if your wife is everything," Jenna said. She had known Ray long enough now to figure him out---he didn't have a big self-esteem to begin with, and having a wife that was so successful, combined with his conservative view of a wife's role, left him feeling pretty insecure.

Jenna's smile reminded Ray so much of his Jenna. Their relationship was rocky at times, but she was always understanding---she knew exactly what he was thinking and how he felt. Jenna Evans was the same way. It seemed she knew exactly what he was feeling.

Ray gave himself a little mental slap, trying to stop himself from finding her so damn attractive.

J.R. sat in his office, trying to feel triumphant. The whole mess with Candela Refineries had been cleared up—he had used Northstar's supply to provide the Refineries with their needed supply. He then quickly called Michael Candela and requested to end their contract with each other. J.R. was expecting more trouble—that is, that he would have to do a little blackmailing—but Michael surprisingly agreed to it. J.R. found out later that he brought his contract to West Star—in particular, to Sue Ellen's desk. That stung him, but he'd recover. He would have liked to keep the contract, but he knew that Northstar could only provide the amount of oil that he needed for so long.

Now J.R. had to work on getting that 8% of Ewing Oil back from Bobby. He was in a pinch, and needed to dump it to get enough oil to provide for his deadline with Candela Refineries, so Bobby was the perfect person to sell it to. But now he wanted it back. J.R. was not too worried---after all, he still had 52% of the company. Still, he wanted as much power in his Daddy's company as he could get.

Bobby had set up an office at Ewing Oil, and brought Phyllis with him. He was in infrequently, as Bobby had made it clear that he would be in the oil business on his terms. J.R. strolled over to Phyllis's desk.

"Well Phyllis, its good to have you back at Ewing Oil. It's where you belong darlin'"

Phyllis despised J.R. "Well thanks J.R.," Phyllis said with a fake smile. "Bobby's out. He won't be in all morning and has a lunch appointment this afternoon."

J.R. tried to inquire where, but Phyllis wouldn't tell him anything. He'd just have to talk to Bobby later.

J.R. strolled back into his office, as he thought about his "To Do" list regarding Ewing Oil. First, he'd get the 8% back from Bobby. Then he had to deal with that damn niece of his. Lucy controlling 32.5% was something he'd never thought he'd see, but it was apparent that she was here to stay. J.R. would take care of that, in time.

Pennsylvania: Zack's Apartment

Karen woke up, her mind hazy. Her eyes burned and she was shaky and nauseous. She felt terrible. All she could think of was getting more heroin. If she didn't soon, she just knew she would die.

She watched with bloodshot eyes as the door slowly opened and a blinding light shone in her face. She shielded her eyes with her hand and sat up, but she was hit by dizziness.

"Karen."

"Momma?"

"Yes. It's me. Honey you have to get up and get out of here."

Karen looked at her mom. She was surrounded by a bright white light and looked as if she had when she passed away over five years ago. "I can't."

"Yes you can."

"No. I just need more…"

"No you don't. You beat this once and you can beat it again."

The door opened again and Karen's mother was gone and replaced by the image of Zack. "Hey Babe. I brought you some more candy."

"Not right now."

Karen got out of bed. I need something to eat and drink."

"Well why didn't you say so? Anything for my future wife."

"A milkshake. I'd like to have a milkshake."

"Sure thing. I'll be right back. But since you're well enough to walk, I'll need to make sure you don't get away." Zack went over to a closet and pulled out some clothes which he used to tie Karen's arms to the bed. "There, now you're not going anywhere."

He left, and once again she was alone.

"Look, I don't want excuses, I want results!" said Christopher.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then came a voice. "I'll have Pamela Rebecca's location before the day is over."

"See that you do," said Christopher, hanging up the phone.

Karen's absence was beginning to piss him off. She had left Southfork without even telling him where she was. But at this point, he really didn't care where she was, as long as it wasn't at Southfork.

Pennsylvania: Zack's Apartment

Karen had managed to work one of her hands free and she quickly untied the other hand. She stumbled out of bed and was dizzy again. Karen walked to the chair in the corner and grabbed her purse, fumbling through it for her cellphone and address book.

"Please work," she said. Karen dialed Christopher's number…she was thinking clearly enough now to know that he would be at West Star—she hoped.

The battery was low and the signal wasn't good, but Karen breathed a sigh of relief when it began to ring.

West Star....

Christopher walked out to Lenore's desk to check for new messages for him, but found she was gone. At about that time, the phone rang and Christopher almost didn't answer, but something told him he should.

"West Star."

There was silence.

"Hello?"

"Christopher. Help—"

The connection went bad and cut off. "Hello?"

He put down the phone. It had sounded like Karen. Could it be her, calling him for help?

Pennsylvania: Zack's Apartment

Karen quickly turned around as she heard the door open. Zack stepped in the room and shut the door behind him.

"Damn it Karen. I leave for a few minutes to get you a shake and you do something like this. You're being a bad little slut." He slapped her across the face and sent her reeling to the ground.

"Damn you," she said.

"You're going to behave yourself from now on."

Karen knew what was coming when Zack took out another needle.

The Oil Baron's Club....

Sue Ellen eagerly awaited Bobby to meet her. She needed to discuss some West Star business with him, but more importantly, she wanted to talk about his 8% of Ewing Oil. She was going to try to convince him to sell it to her.

Bobby walked into the Oil Baron's Club with a large smile on his face. He went straight over to her table. "Hi Sue Ellen" he said warmly.

"Bobby, I'm glad you could make it. How are you?"

"Doing pretty good." That was actually a lie. Pam was infuriating him more and more with her insistence on proving Katherine's amnesia was phony. Why couldn't she just leave the whole situation alone?

Sue Ellen smiled, and they made polite chit-chat for a while—about Christopher, and John Ross, and Katherine. Sue Ellen expressed her concern for Pam as well. They discussed business at West Star, and had a very lovely meal. It was over coffee that Sue Ellen decided to broach the subject of the 8% of Ewing Oil.

"So Bobby," she began, "You're back at Ewing Oil again. How does it feel?"

"It feels great." Bobby responded. "I was glad to get Northstar off my hands. Being at Ewing Oil is nice---I can do business on my terms, when I want. J.R. and Lucy pretty much run the show."

Sue Ellen decided to be forward. "How about selling to me?"

"What?" Bobby was a little shocked.

"I mean, how about selling the 8% of Ewing Oil to me. I'd be more than happy to give you an above market price." Bobby's silence prompted her to continue. "I can own 8%--I am a Ewing."

"You were a Ewing Sue Ellen. You and J.R. are divorced."

"I still carry the last name. I'm John Ross' mother. Plus, if you willingly sell me the 8% it is perfectly legal for a non-Ewing, per se, to have a percentage in the company." Sue Ellen flashed back to when Abby managed to gain majority control over Ewing Oil. She had married Jack Ewing in order to become a blood Ewing and therefore legally have control over her percentage, as she nearly took it from Gary against his will. If anyone, Ewing or not, was willingly signed over a percentage, they could control it. It was legally binding.

"Where is this coming from Sue Ellen. I would think you would want to get as far away from J.R. was possible."

"This has nothing to do with J.R. This has to do with business, and with family. The Ewings—you, John Ross, Megan, Miss Ellie—are my only family." Sue Ellen thought about her mother. She hadn't talked to her in AGES. Where was she? They were never close, or even cordial, but this was ridiculous. She made a note to try and find her mother. "I want a stake in the family business, for my son's sake and my granddaughter's sake. If for nothing else than for future grandchildren." Sue Ellen paused. "Plus, it's a good business investment. Ewing Oil is not doing all that bad financially, and probably things will only get better."

Bobby didn't buy it. She was hiding something, and this wasn't a good enough reason. He suspected that it had something to do with J.R. He was always in the middle of these things. "Does this have anything to with J.R.?"

Sue Ellen wanted to tell him that she needed that 8% to get back at that son of a bitch. It was a start to getting control of Ewing Oil away from him. But she couldn't, it would spoil her plan. She needed to be silent about her revenge. For now. "No. I told you why I want it."

"Well, Sue Ellen I have to be honest with you. I really don't want to sell. I'm happy with my arrangement at Ewing Oil right now. I can work when I want—and I want to be part of the oil business right now. In some capacity. So, I'm really not interested in selling." Bobby gave her a consolidating smile.

Damn! Sue Ellen thought. She wasn't going to press this issue. He'd get too suspicious. Sue Ellen's mood blackened more when she saw J.R. approaching their table.

"Well, Sue Ellen, I wasn't expecting to see you here." J.R. muttered with that fake grin that Sue Ellen despised. "Bob, I've been looking all around for you."

"We're having a meeting J.R. Can't it wait?" Bobby asked.

"This won't take a minute Bob. You don't mind Sue Ellen, do you darlin?" J.R. looked toward her.

Sue Ellen responded with an icy stare. "Actually, I do. But there's never anything that really stops you, so what's the use?" She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms in frustration.

J.R. just gave another grin and turned to Bobby. "Well, Bob it's like this. You helped me out in my jam by taking 8% of Ewing Oil, and I appreciate that. I really do. But now it's time we switched back to the old way of doing things---you at Northstar, and me with that 8% of Ewing Oil." Sue Ellen couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Bobby just rubbed his temples in frustration. "This was not a temporary arrangement J.R. I'm keeping 8% of Ewing Oil indefinitely. You can do whatever you want with Northstar. I don't want it anymore."

"Now Bob, I don't exactly think that's wise. I've been at Ewing Oil for much longer than you, running the helm. I know how things work. I need all the control I can get there—Lucy's proving to be a handful." J.R. gave a little laugh, trying to smooth over the situation. Sue Ellen rolled her eyes. Bobby had BETTER not give into him. She'd go crazy.

Bobby looked up at J.R. in annoyance. "J.R., for the last time, I am not giving you MY 8% of Ewing Oil. And it is mine, in all legal senses of the word. You're on your own with your 52%. And as for Lucy, she doesn't need any controlling. She's more than capable of taking care of herself—it sounds like she's done just fine so far."

Bobby's look made it very apparent to J.R. that he was not going to budge on this issue. He was smart—he knew now was the time to not press this issue.

"Alright Bob, just checking." J.R. said with a grin. He'd have to keep up appearances in order to get that 8% back. And he would, somehow.

As J.R. said goodbye and walked away from the table, Sue Ellen felt herself seething with more anger. She'd be damned if she was going to let him keep Ewing Oil.

Pam pulled back into the drive of the Wentworth house at about a quarter 'til twelve. She stepped out of the car, looking around. Something didn't seem quite right. She hadn't wanted to leave Katherine alone, but she had some errands that needed to be done.

She unlocked the door and entered the house. All of the lights were off. "Hello?" she said. Pam flipped the light switch on and almost dropped the bags she was holding.

"Surprise!" said Katherine from the couch.

"Katherine? What is all of this?"

"Haven't you forgotten Silly? Today is your birthday."

"Oh my God," said Pam, "I had forgotten."

Pam looked around the room to see balloons and streamers decorating it. "Do you like it?" asked Katherine.

"I'm shocked," smiled Pam. "But how did you know it was my birthday?" she said, her suspicion arising.

"Christopher called this morning to wish you a happy birthday, but you had already gone."

"Oh," said Pam, relieved.

"Pam, I'm sorry. I tried to get Bobby to come over, but he wouldn't come."

"That's okay Katherine. Bobby and I have quite a few differences to work out."

"Oh, how stupid of me," said Katherine. She handed Pam a gift."

"You didn't have to do all of this, really."

"I just wanted to thank you for bringing me here to this wonderful house," smiled Katherine.

Pam returned the smile and opened it. "What could this be."

"It's not much, really."

Pam pulled out an object wrapped in tissue paper and she removed the paper to reveal a picture. It was a picture of herself, Katherine, and their mother, framed in a porcelain frame. "Katherine, this is so sweet."

"I found the picture when I was looking through some old photo albums upstairs."

Pam hugged her sister. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."

"Don't go getting all emotional on me," laughed Katherine.

"I'm sorry," said Pam. "This was really thoughtful of you."

"Now how about some cake?" said Katherine, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hmm, that sounds good. But no singing, okay?"

"It's a deal."

Downtown Dallas....

Christopher picked up his cellphone as he drove toward the Dallas police department. "Yeah," he said.

"Christopher, it's Jameson. I have a pinpoint on Pamela Rebecca's location."

"Great, where is it?"

"Boston. She's working at a Clifford Group gas company up there. Her mother is in a hospital there also."

"Great. You know the rest of the drill."

"Yes I do."

"There's something else. I was going to the Dallas PD, but maybe you can help me."

"What is it?"

"Karen is missing. I got a phone call today. It was her. She must have been on a cellphone and it had to have been far away. It cut off…all she could say was 'Christopher, help'."

"I'll see what I can do on that."

"Thanks," said Christopher. He hung up the phone and decided to avoid the police department for the moment. As soon as he got home and looked up the number, he'd give Alan Beam a call. There was a slight chance that she might have gone home.

Boston: Pamela Rebecca's Apartment

Pamela Rebecca Cooper stepped out onto the balcony of her apartment overlooking downtown Boston and breathed in the warm late afternoon air. The sound of her doorbell drew her back into the house and she answered the door.

"Are your Pamela Rebecca Cooper?"

"Yes I am. What can I do for you?"

"Here you are, you've been served."

Pamela Rebecca stared at the manila envelope in her hand, she cursed Christopher for this intrusion into her life. "Thank you," she said as she shut the door.

Donna's Campaign Headquarters....

Sometimes Donna thought that she was going to explode. With the campaign always looming over her head, Lucas's trouble-making and Ray's increasing moodiness and withdrawal, things were becoming unbearable. Where was Ray spending so much of his time? He wasn't saying to her. She tried to suppress the uncomfortable thought that was creeping in her head; was he cheating on her? Donna refused to believe it. Ray loved her.

Donna looked over at Todd, who seemed to be immersed in overseeing some sort of project. He had really proven to be an invaluable help over the last few weeks, which seemed to breed one problem after another with her campaign. Todd seemed to always be on top of it, but things weren't going as well with the campaign as she hoped. She was losing her favored stance in the polls, possibly due to the internal problems the campaign had been experiencing. But was it really that? Or was Donna too distracted?

Donna decided to put an end to that, and marched right over to Todd. "Everything alright here?" she asked.

"Everything's fine." He responded. "Just sending out these voter information packets."

"Ooh, so we are going with that. I wasn't sure if Mavis thought it was the wisest move or not." Donna responded.

Todd secretly thought to himself that anything Mavis did was not really a wise move, but chose to remain silent on the issue. "Yeah, she told me to run with it. She wrote this whole packet up. It basically just gives the stances of all the candidates on whatever issue you can think of. It's pretty good." Todd handed a copy to Donna, who leafed through it. She obviously approved.

"So who are you sending these two?" she asked.

"Mostly people who have officially labeled themselves as undecided in the polls that the TV stations and newspapers have conducted."

"Good idea." Donna's face lit up. Maybe things would turn out OK after all. "Well, I'll leave you to this. I've got about a zillion phone calls to make. Talk to you later Todd." Donna gave him a pat on the back and left.

Todd almost cringed in pain. His conscious was creeping in. He was starting to feel a little guilty about doing this to Donna. She was so nice. Not in a phony way, which Todd despised and could see right through, but in a genuine way. She actually cared about this political crap! Todd thought of his money and it slammed him back to his mission at hand.

He was personally stuffing and addressing all the envelopes, which were indeed going out to undecided voters. What Donna, and everyone else, did not see was that he was also placing a small pamphlet in with the packet---a pamphlet that did not have nice things to say about Donna Dowling's viewpoint. As is the case with politics, Donna's standpoints had negative sides to them, and these little pamphlets highlighted every one of those. It made Donna look like some kind of villain. Someone J.R. knew had gotten them written up, and J.R. had given them to Todd, swearing that once they were seen by the public, Donna didn't stand a chance.

Todd continued to place the pamphlets inside the envelopes and seal them. This was risky. These pamphlets would circulate, and he'd probably be caught. Todd reminded himself of his plan. He would never be caught.

Pennsylvania: The Beam Residence

"Hello?" said Kim, picking up the phone.

"Karen?"

"No, this is her sister Kim."

"Oh, hi Kim, this is Chris Ewing, Karen's husband."

"Hi Chris."

"I was wondering if Karen is there."

"Karen was here yesterday," said Kim, wondering how much she should tell. "I think you should come out here, right away. I'm worried about her."

"I got a call today. It sounded like it was here, she was calling for help."

"Oh my God. Chris, you have to get out here right away. I'll meet you at my parents' house."

"What's wrong with her?"

"No time to explain. Get out here as soon as possible."

"Okay. I will."

Christopher hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, halfway across the country, Kim feared for her sister. She knew what kind of person Zack was before, but she had thought he'd changed. She should never have let Karen go out with him.

The Next Day....

Lucas had refused to go to school that day. Ray just didn't know what to do with him. Maybe Donna was right, and he should see a therapist. He didn't believe in them, but he was desperate. Sometimes he just wanted to get out of that damn house. Ray started to feel bad for Margaret as well. His own daughter, and she seemed to be withdrawing into some sort of shell. With Lucas acting up, and her mother campaigning, and Ray hardly able to stand being in his own house, Margaret was kind of drifting. Ray swore to himself that he would not let that happen to his daughter. He would be a good father to her. And to Lucas.

For reasons beyond Ray's understanding, Donna was having some people from the Dallas Evening News over to interview her. She mentioned something about boosting her popularity points. Ray found himself paying less and less attention when Donna talked about the campaign. Why did she have to be so damn passionate about it? She was frustrated, and complained, but she still loved it. Politics was just in her blood, Ray guessed.

Donna was scrambling to get the house ready for the reporters, while Ray kind of just lingered. He didn't know where his place was in the campaign. He and Donna had hardly shared a moment alone together lately, let alone make love. Miss Ellie had come over to see all the proceedings take place, and was happily sitting in the living room, telling Donna to not be so nervous.

"Donna, you're a natural. You'll be fine."

"I don't know Miss Ellie. I'm so nervous. Cameras and I just don't get along."

Ray thought that was a load of crap. He was surprised Donna didn't have her own talk show. I mean, look at all her accomplishments: Governor and Senator's wife, author of two best-selling books, lobbyist, oil company owner, and now mayoral candidate.

The reporters had requested that Donna's whole family be present, so Margaret and Lucas made their way downstairs. Margaret looked lovely in her pinkish dress, but Lucas looked like he had just crawled out of the mud.

"Lucas, do you think you could change? Donna has an interview tonight and you're going to be on it too." Ray tried to be polite.

"I'm not changing. The TV cameras want to see what her life at home is like, they get me dirty. I'm a dirty person. It's comfortable." He was being difficult and Ray knew it. Donna was too busy in the other room to notice.

When Donna did come into the room, followed by Miss Ellie, her eyes bulged. "Lucas, is that what you're wearing?" she said.

"Got a problem with it?" Lucas said in a rude tone. Miss Ellie didn't like the sound of where this was going.

"Lucas, please. I have a very important interview here tonight. Can you please change? For me?" Donna asked nicely.

"No way! I'm not changing at all. I hope it screws up your interview. In fact, I'm gonna make a fool out of myself tonight. You all better watch out, because I'm gonna swear, and do gross stuff in front of the camera. Just to screw it up. I hope you lose!" Lucas was getting infuriated, trying as hard as his 12 year old mind could to make threats.

Ray was getting angry, and Donna just looked hurt. "Lucas!" he said sternly, "Get upstairs now, change and come back down here ready to act like a normal person!" Ray's voice left no room for disagreement. Obviously Lucas missed this.

"NO!" he fought right back. Ray was about to start screaming louder when the reporters pulled into the driveway.

"Oh no" Donna muttered softly.

"Lucas" Miss Ellie said in a loud, but calm manner. "Come with me right now. We're going to go in the kitchen, and I'm going to fix you something to eat. We'll leave your father, Donna and Margaret in here to do their interview." Miss Ellie may have been old, but she was still Lucas's grandmother. Her tone of voice intimated him. Miss Ellie meant business.

Out of his respect for his grandmother, Lucas obeyed, and went into the kitchen, just as the reporters rang the doorbell. Donna answered, and introduced Margaret and Ray. Both anchorwoman and cameraman were very polite, and asked Donna about her stance on some pertinent issues, as well as recent political happenings in Dallas. They asked Margaret what she thought Dallas was like as opposed to Washington D.C. And then when they got to Ray, all the newscaster could ask was, "So how does it feel to be "Mr. Donna Dowling?"

Donna wanted to just crumble away. How could they ask Ray that? He was sensitive and insecure enough—now they had to broadcast this to the whole damn city? Ray handled it like a pro, and gave a smile and a polite response. But inside, Ray's self-doubt was knawing him to the point of pain.

"Is that what they think of me Donna?" he screamed afterwards. He was so ashamed. He felt emasculated. "I'm Mr. Donna Dowling?"

"Ray," Donna pleaded, "calm down. They had no tact. They didn't mean it the way you heard it."

"Well how did they mean it then? Face it, I'm in the background of your life once again. I don't even know why you stay with me sometimes Donna. Obviously you're way out of my league."

With that, Ray left in a sweep of frustration. Donna wanted to cry---Ray was going through this whole issue again, of questioning his self-worth. What was she going to do? She put up with him because she loved him. Donna Culver Krebbs Dowling sat on her couch and cried.

A Motel on the Outskirts of Dallas.

As Donna's interview aired on televisions across the county, Jessica Montford plotted in a Dallas motel. She had managed to escape the barbecue, but Ellie had survived. Jessica didn't make mistakes twice. Next time, Ellie would be eliminated—permanently. Jessica smiled as she thought of the advantages. Killing Ellie would take care of Clayton too---she KNEW her dear brother couldn't stand to lose another wife. It gave Jessica great pleasure to know she would be responsible for bumping off two of Clayton's wives. Now all Jessica had to do was wait.

The Cattleman's Club....

Jenna was surprised to see Ray huddled at the bar, drinking. She had just come back with some office supplies, when she saw him sitting there all alone. As she got close, she could see by the empty liquor bottle and Ray's disoriented swaying that he was drunk.

"Ray?" she asked. "Are you OK? Do you want me to take you home?"

Ray turned around. "Jenna!" he said with a big drunken smile. "Jenna, I'm so glad to see you because you really are good to me."

Jenna tried to ignore his rambling. But she was still fascinated. She was fascinated by Ray. He continued.

"Donna's too much of a big-shot….she's just too good….too smart…" he was mumbling and making no sense, having gotten off the bench and trying to steady himself.

Jenna helped him, having him lean against her for support. He looked her right in the eye. He brushed her hair behind her ears. "My Jenna. You always understood me…..you never made me feel bad…."

Jenna assumed by the past tense that he was talking of his dead wife. But she couldn't help but feel a magnetic attraction to Ray. But she remembered her job---get him in bed. As Jenna batted her eyes at Ray, and prepared to move in for a kiss, Ray surprised her by placing his lips on hers.

The kiss was long, and passionate. The smell of alcohol on Ray's breath was strong, but he put everything into the kiss. Jenna did the same. She let the moment take control.

She was about to progress things further, when she realized that would be impossible. Ray had fallen asleep.

Southfork Ranch....

The sun was beginning its descent as J.R. drove his BMW down the road in front of Southfork. He glanced out at the grassy field across from Southfork and noticed a For Sale sign nailed to one of the fence posts. He made a mental note to himself to check that out.

He'd discuss it with Bobby after dinner. The last thing he wanted was for somebody to buy that land and start another damned range war.

Might be worth having a geological report done on it, thought J.R. He made a mental note as he pulled into the driveway and drove toward the house.

Unknown Tropical Location....

The palms beat against the window violently due to the storm that had hit earlier. The sound of a knock at the door was barely audible over the claps of thunder.

The man put down his newspaper, got up, and answered the door.

"Mr. Ewing?"

"Yeah?"

"I have the geological reports you asked for."

"That was fast," he replied. He opened up the folder and looked at the first page. "Just as I suspected. That land will be perfect. I'll call my lawyer tomorrow and have him arrange for me to acquire it."

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