recall that both Alison
and Jonesy were at a loss for words.
In a matter of a few weeks, Alison and Jonesy
were dating, and now their wedding is scheduled for next June.
Clarissa's happy for them, even though she isn’t looking forward to
being a bridesmaid. After the breakup of her engagement to
Lawrence, Clarissa isn’t too keen about participating in a
wedding.
Clarissa put the final touches to her makeup
when she heard the doorbell. Whose that ringing her doorbell? She
doesn't have time for visitors. She looks over at the grandfather
clock in her living room as she walks towards the door. It's almost
four-thirty; she has to meet Julian Ross at five o'clock.
She opens the door, without checking the
peephole and comes face to face with the last person she wants to
see. “Lawrence!” She tries to shut the door in his face, but
Lawrence overpowers her and pushes his way into the
condominium.
“ Clarissa we need to
talk."
Lawrence seems sincere, but she doesn't trust
him anymore. Clarissa turns her back on him as she picks up her
purse and car keys. "Listen Lawrence, I have a very important
meeting, and I can't be late."
Lawrence spins Clarissa around to face him.
"This will only take a minute; I want you to believe me when I say
I'm sorry." He runs his fingers down the side of her face before
she could pull away. "I love you Clarissa, and I think you still
love me. We owe it to ourselves to try and make our relationship
work?"
Clarissa has to get him out of her
condominium. If Lawrence thought that she wasn't taking him
seriously, he would refuse to leave. "Walk me to my car Lawrence."
Clarissa quickly locks her front door, taking the stairs rather
than waiting for the elevator. Lawrence follows her closely
determine that he is going to talk to her. "If I give you another
chance, what would you do differently?"
Lawrence feels a sense of relief; he
congratulated himself on giving Clarissa a few days to calm down.
She has to forgive him. She's a little angry at right now, well
what woman wouldn't. His first mistake is using Clarissa's
condominium for his games with Roberta. It isn't the first time he
and Roberta have been together, nor is it the last. They would stop
for now until the wedding gets back on track. "I have an
appointment to see a counselor."
Clarissa could hear the fake southern drawl
in his voice. Lawrence usually does this when he showers
unsuspecting people with his disarming charm. She braces herself
for the lies and deceit he is gearing to spew her way. She gets
into her car, lowering the window as Lawrence bends down near her
head. "Sure, tell me Lawrence, what kind of help do you need?"
"I have been told that I have an over active
sex drive. I didn't seek Roberta, but when I let myself in the
condo, she made a move on me. You and I haven't made love in six
days, and I couldn't withstand her sexual prowess. Before I knew
it, we were in your bedroom when you caught us."
"You must think I'm the dumbest woman on the
planet. It seems I don't know you at all, but I do know my sister.
Enough to know that Friday couldn't have been your first time
together. It's just the first time you got caught. How many other
women are there Lawrence?"
"Other women! I don't know what you're
getting at."
Clarissa slammed her hand on the steering
wheel. "How many other women Lawrence? How many other women were
you fucking?"
Lawrence isn't prepared for Clarissa's
accusations. He thought she would swallow her pride and take him
back. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about, there are no
other women."
"Even now you can't tell me the truth. It's
over Lawrence! Don't come by here again and don't call me either.
If you want to try and retrieve your personal items, they're at the
Salvation Army on Parker Street."
"You selfish bitch! Those suits are worth
thousands of dollars. I could have come and picked up my clothes
there is no reason for you to behave this way."
"Lawrence you cheated on me two weeks before
our
and Jonesy were at a loss for words.
In a matter of a few weeks, Alison and Jonesy
were dating, and now their wedding is scheduled for next June.
Clarissa's happy for them, even though she isn’t looking forward to
being a bridesmaid. After the breakup of her engagement to
Lawrence, Clarissa isn’t too keen about participating in a
wedding.
Clarissa put the final touches to her makeup
when she heard the doorbell. Whose that ringing her doorbell? She
doesn't have time for visitors. She looks over at the grandfather
clock in her living room as she walks towards the door. It's almost
four-thirty; she has to meet Julian Ross at five o'clock.
She opens the door, without checking the
peephole and comes face to face with the last person she wants to
see. “Lawrence!” She tries to shut the door in his face, but
Lawrence overpowers her and pushes his way into the
condominium.
“ Clarissa we need to
talk."
Lawrence seems sincere, but she doesn't trust
him anymore. Clarissa turns her back on him as she picks up her
purse and car keys. "Listen Lawrence, I have a very important
meeting, and I can't be late."
Lawrence spins Clarissa around to face him.
"This will only take a minute; I want you to believe me when I say
I'm sorry." He runs his fingers down the side of her face before
she could pull away. "I love you Clarissa, and I think you still
love me. We owe it to ourselves to try and make our relationship
work?"
Clarissa has to get him out of her
condominium. If Lawrence thought that she wasn't taking him
seriously, he would refuse to leave. "Walk me to my car Lawrence."
Clarissa quickly locks her front door, taking the stairs rather
than waiting for the elevator. Lawrence follows her closely
determine that he is going to talk to her. "If I give you another
chance, what would you do differently?"
Lawrence feels a sense of relief; he
congratulated himself on giving Clarissa a few days to calm down.
She has to forgive him. She's a little angry at right now, well
what woman wouldn't. His first mistake is using Clarissa's
condominium for his games with Roberta. It isn't the first time he
and Roberta have been together, nor is it the last. They would stop
for now until the wedding gets back on track. "I have an
appointment to see a counselor."
Clarissa could hear the fake southern drawl
in his voice. Lawrence usually does this when he showers
unsuspecting people with his disarming charm. She braces herself
for the lies and deceit he is gearing to spew her way. She gets
into her car, lowering the window as Lawrence bends down near her
head. "Sure, tell me Lawrence, what kind of help do you need?"
"I have been told that I have an over active
sex drive. I didn't seek Roberta, but when I let myself in the
condo, she made a move on me. You and I haven't made love in six
days, and I couldn't withstand her sexual prowess. Before I knew
it, we were in your bedroom when you caught us."
"You must think I'm the dumbest woman on the
planet. It seems I don't know you at all, but I do know my sister.
Enough to know that Friday couldn't have been your first time
together. It's just the first time you got caught. How many other
women are there Lawrence?"
"Other women! I don't know what you're
getting at."
Clarissa slammed her hand on the steering
wheel. "How many other women Lawrence? How many other women were
you fucking?"
Lawrence isn't prepared for Clarissa's
accusations. He thought she would swallow her pride and take him
back. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about, there are no
other women."
"Even now you can't tell me the truth. It's
over Lawrence! Don't come by here again and don't call me either.
If you want to try and retrieve your personal items, they're at the
Salvation Army on Parker Street."
"You selfish bitch! Those suits are worth
thousands of dollars. I could have come and picked up my clothes
there is no reason for you to behave this way."
"Lawrence you cheated on me two weeks before
our
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