"You know I'm never going to get the hang of this game, Libs" said Summer, her mind getting as exhausted as her body. The two young women had just done a calisthenics routine in their back garden and now Liberty had challenged her to a game of chess straight afterwards. For Summer it seemed like a good idea at the time but now she was two pawns and a knight down and Liberty hadn't lost a piece.
"Be patient. It's all about developing the mind..." said Liberty.
"I'm already aching from those exercises and now you want to give me a headache!" Summer replied.
"Feed the body, exercise the body...feed the mind, exercise the mind" said Liberty, emphatically.
"I need feeding that's for sure! A bowl of natural yoghurt and peppermint tea isn't my idea of breakfast!"
"You need to keep your figure for the wedding!" said Liberty, tapping the chessboard.
"So you keep telling me..."
"...and Checkmate! Well, Summer, thanks for the game but I've got a ton of things to do today so I'm going to shower, get dressed and get right on it."
Summer looked down at the chessboard and sighed. Once, just once, would she like to beat Liberty at chess but it wasn't going to be today.
"Same with me...Travis and I are going to take a little trip to Tartosa" she said. Liberty raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"The wedding capital of the State? Very nice. Have a great time." she said as she got up to go to the bathroom.
Summer stood up and stretched her arms and legs...she could hear some creaking from her tired muscles and bones and let out a sigh of exhaustion. On top of all the stresses of wedding planning, she now had to deal with her housemate, who had turned into some kind of P.T. instructor.
"Well hellooooooooooo nurse!" came Travis' voice from behind Summer. She turned around to see her fiance standing there, eyeing her up and down with approval. At least none of this build up to the big day seemed to have a negative impact on him, she thought.
"I never get bored with the sight of you in skin tight clothing..." he added.
"Tsch, you have a one track mind, Travis Scott!" she replied.
"I only have eyes for you, darling. Now, are we ready to head off to Tartosa?"
"I can't go dressed like this..." she said and, on sniffing her armpits "...or smelling like this either. I need a shower first and then make myself look presentable."
"You could be wearing a potato sack and you'd still look presentable" said Travis.
"I think I can do a lot better than a potato sack...we'll leave in about an hour." she replied.
"An hour! Sigh, alright, I'll twiddle my thumbs until then" he said, looking resigned to waiting that time.
Tartosa! Wedding Capital of [state] and just 20 miles south of Sim City. Secluded in a bay that gives the small town a Mediterranean style microclimate of its own, it was land once owned by the Landgraab brothers; Malcolm I and Gordon, but sold to Italian immigrants in the 1870s and they built a charming and beautiful town in the Italian style. It wasn't until the 1920s that it gained a reputation of being a wedding destination. The beautiful beaches and hills made for a splendid setting for weddings, hotels, guest houses and restaurants sprang up all catering for newlyweds but also tailors, dressmakers, bakers and florists all specialising in The Big Day. Travis and Summer decided to head here for the day in order to finalise things for their own nuptials, looking to get flower arrangements and a wedding cake.
"Oh Travis, it's even more beautiful than I remember..." said Summer, gazing lovingly at her surroundings and then back at her fiancé.
"Do you know, I've never been here" Travis replied "but I'm going to make up for lost time now" he said, holding her hands.
Summer was swept up in Travis' romanticism. He didn't display that side of him often but when he did, he could charm her off her feet.
"Sigh, much and all that I want to walk hand in hand with you along the beach we're here on business." she said.
"Very serious business" Travis replied.
"Indeed. So, enough of this lah-di-dah...let's do what we came here to do"
They sampled cakes, took advice on flowers and browsed all the wedding paraphernalia shops in town. They managed to order table decorations and embossed name cards for all the guests. At one point Summer wanted to visit a bridal boutique in order to get some accessories for her gown but because she had to describe to the shop assistants what her dress was going to be like, she sent Travis away so the secret of it would be kept from him.
He strolled around the square and encountered two older ladies who were doing a spot of painting. He was trying to work out what the painting was of when they turned to greet him.
"Do you like art?" said the lady holding a brush. She was a negro woman who wore a green cardigan and white skirt.
"Mostly. That's nice what you're doing there...groovy...but you're going to have to help me out here...what is it meant to be?" Travis replied.
"It's an abstract, it's more an impression, a mood than a literal representation" said the other lady, who Travis guessed was either mixed race or whose ancestry was Latin American or even Mediterranean.
"Oh yeah, I get it now. I like it, especially the colours you've used" said Travis.
"Now a young, fashionably dressed man like yourself is usually in Tartosa to arrange a wedding..." said the woman in the green cardigan.
"Yep, I certainly am. I'm with my fiancée but because she's in that bridal boutique I'm banned from finding out what her dress is going to be like."
"Aww, sweet. You two sound like you're doing things the traditional way."
"That's us. Well, that's Summer...my intended. She's got it all planned. My name's Travis, by the way."
"I'm Dominique, this is my better half Camille."
"By better half you mean? Oh...I get it. Well, that's groovy too." said Travis, a little awkwardly because he wasn't used to meeting same sex couples, especially two women but he didn't want to sound judgemental.
"We live in Tartosa and love it" said Dominique. "The irony being that in the wedding capital we can't get married ourselves"
Travis chuckled with the two women. He was taken with their very openness about their relationship.
Summer soon came to join them and as Travis looked at her walking towards this little group he was once again taken aback by how beautiful she was.
"Wow...Travis...is that her?" said Camille.
"It certainly is" he said, beaming with pride.
"She is lovely!" said Dominique.
"Hello Travis...making new friends?" said Summer when she got to the group.
"Yeah, this is Dominique and Camille and they're locals around here." said Travis.
"Hi, I'm Summer and you're already getting to know Travis"
"Yes, he's been telling me about your upcoming wedding. I hope all went well at the boutique; it has an excellent reputation" said Dominique.
"Not that we ever visit it" added Camille.
"Oh really? I suppose you're already mar..." began Summer but Travis quickly interrupted her before she could put her foot in it.
"...settled. But they've been telling me all about how wonderful Tartosa is."
"To answer your question, we're lesbians" said Camille. Summer raised an eyebrow.
"Oh...ah...well..." said Summer, taken aback and trying to find something appropriate to say.
"And isn't it groovy, Summer? And open about it as well." said Travis, trying to help his girlfriend.
"Well, why hide it anymore?" said Dominique.
"Which we've had to do for years now but with you kids showing us the way with the peace and love, we decided to stop hiding and be open about it." added Camille.
"Like the Beatles said, 'hey, you've got to hide your love away'...although in your case you're doing the opposite" said Travis.
"Well, I do love your painting" said Summer. "Do you paint professionally?"
"Semi-pro. I've retired from regular work but I now paint mostly for enjoyment although I do exhibit my work in the local gallery here" said Dominique.
"Well, Travis, we must be getting along...I do love that painting though."
"Hey, how much would you sell it for? It could be a wedding present" said Travis.
"For you, 50 Simoleons" said Dominique. It'll be finished in a couple of days and you can either come back or I can sent it to you...are you from Sim City?"
"We are. 50, sure. We'll sort out the details after Summer takes me to the next place on our itinerary!"
The ladies recommended a bar for Travis and Summer to check out once they had done their shopping and it was there that the young couple took stock of what they had achieved and what was still left to be done.
"Well, that's it...we're pretty much sorted" said Summer. "And you've got the honeymoon destination arranged, Trav?"
"Oh...yes..." in reality, he had narrowed the possibilities down to three places but he hadn't told Summer that nothing had been booked for definite yet.
"Great. Oh, Travis, I wish the wedding were tomorrow!" Summer said with a gleeful sigh.
"Steady on! Let's enjoy these last 3 weeks before the big day"
"I suppose so..."
They moved from the bar to a cosy seat that overlooked the bay and enjoyed a romantic break in the middle of their busy day. Summer knew at some point they had to get back to Foundry Crescent in time for her to go to work and Travis had planned to meet up with Jeremy for a guy's night.
"What have you got planned with Jeremy?" Summer asked.
"There's a new sci-fi series on TV that's debuting tonight; we made plans to check it out" replied Travis.
"Would that be the new series of Llamaman?"
"That's not science fiction!" said Travis, rolling his eyes.
"I'll never get the appeal of those kinds of shows...anyway, we're here, a glass of sparkling wine inside us and the mood is very...romantic. Don't you think?"
"Oh yes! Picturesque...hey, Summer, are you snuggling in closer?"
"We should come here more often..." said Travis.
"Absolutely"
"Sigh, I've got to make a move to get to work now. You take the car, I noticed there's a bus that goes from here right to the centre of the city so I'll catch that"
"You sure?"
"Yeah, you'll need to get the snacks and beers in before Jeremy's visit so you'll need the car more than me. See you tonight...lover!"
After she left, Travis got another drink and found that the locals here were very outgoing...a woman at the bar started a conversation.
"I can spot a couple planning a wedding a mile off" she said.
"That obvious, eh?" replied Travis.
"When you've been here long enough you can spot the signs. So, got everything planned?"
"Nearly everything. Just got the honeymoon destination to sort out"
"Now that's important! When are you getting married?"
"First week of October"
"Cutting it fine...do you have anywhere in mind?"
"Either Granite Falls or Sulani"
"Granite Falls will be cold and rainy at that time of year. Sulani's more expensive; great if you have the budget"
"I know, I've seen the prices of hotels and rentals out there."
"Do you know there's the Villa Vigna that's for rent? Very popular with honeymooners and I happen to know a scheduled booking has fallen through and the owner wants to rent it out asap. I could give you the details if you're interested?"
"Count me in! That sounds ideal! My fiancé and I have kind of fallen in love with Tartosa..."
A trip to the other side of Tartosa, a conversation with the site manager and a deposit cheque laid down and Travis had secured the honeymoon destination. Now it was the drive back to Foundry Cove and for his guys' night in with Jeremy. This new show had better be good...
"What are you doing, Travis? You never cook anything unless it's on the BBQ" said Liberty, emerging from her room and seeing Travis frantically at work mixing something up in a bowl.
"I'm making a salsa dip for when Jeremy comes around."
"Jeremy's coming around?" asked Liberty, for whom this was the first she'd heard about it.
"Yeah, we're going to watch that new sci-fi show on NBC. Star Wagon or something like that"
"Oh that! Oh can I watch too! I've heard good things about it."
"You can be an honorary guy for the evening...now let's get the nachos and the beers and Jezza will be here soon."
Just then the doorbell rang and Travis went to answer it. "Oh, Liberty...can you finish off that salsa? It just needs a bit of Tabasco and it's done."
"Yes....sir!" she said, sarcastically.
Travis greeted Jeremy enthusiastically "Thanks for coming...so I've got the beers in and Liberty's just finishing off the snacks and in 10 minutes we'll see if this show's worth it or not."
"I saw the preview and it looks exciting" Jeremy replied. The two men settled down on the couch, turned the TV on and got their first beers.
"There's been a lack of sci-fi on TV since they cancelled The Twilight Zone and The Outer Limits" said Travis.
"Well, this show isn't an anthology series from what I hear. It's kind of like Forbidden Planet with a spaceship crew solving alien problems each week." Jeremy replied.
"Ooh, it's about to start!" interrupted Travis.
"And now on NBC...we are proud to present a brand new action drama set in space: Prepare to embark on a....Star Trek!"
"Captain's log....Stardate 1531.1....Our position, orbiting planet M-113. Mr......SPOCK is in.....temporary command of.....the....Enterprise.....whilst Doctor......McCoy and.........myself beam down to the planet"
"That is a cool looking ship" said Travis.
"Yeah, and they have a teleportation device by the looks of it" Jeremy replied.
"Hey, is that William Shatner? He's so dreamy!" said Liberty, who had brought the dips and chips over and sat down next to the guys on the couch.
"I'm.....Captain......James T. KIRK of the........Starshipenterprise....SPOCK! You've GOT to get us......out of here!"
"I'm digging the uniforms" said Travis.
"Yes...the female one is particularly......comely" said Jeremy.
"Gotta get one for Summer....oh, and you'd look great in that uniform as well, Libs"
Liberty didn't say anything but instead raised her eyebrow, suspiciously.
"This isn't Nancy, it's the creature! If it were Nancy could she take this?" SLAP!
"Steady on, Spock!" cried out Liberty.
"They killed the creature, even though it was the last of its kind" mused Jeremy.
"Yeah, but it was rampaging, killing everyone. They had to do it" said Travis.
"I know....but there might of been another way...."
"You're sounding like the characters on this show"
"That....was awesome" said Travis.
"Same time next week then?" asked Jeremy.
"For sure. I'm not missing this show. Cool spaceship, creepy monsters and hot, hot crewwomen!"
"I hear you, buddy. How's the wedding planning going?" asked Jeremy.
"Smoothly...I even got the honeymoon sorted. We're going to Tartosa!"
"Tartosa? Great place. Well done you."
"Anyway, must get going now...good to catch up, Travis, well done on the honeymoon and yeah, let's watch more Star Trek."
Yep, for Travis it had been a good day. He'd remember September 8th, 1966 for a long time......
1986
"Parker! Melody! Come on...we'll be late for the movie!" Yelled Travis at his teenage children.
"Whoa, Dad, calm down...I'm here already" said his son, Parker.
"I do wish you wouldn't hide yourself in the same room I'm in: It's creepy" said Travis. "Now where's your sister?"
"I'm ready to go" said Summer, emerging from the master bedroom.
"And looking wonderful as ever" said Travis, beaming at his lovely wife. They'd just celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary and for him, she was always his one true love after all these years.
"Where's Melody?" asked Summer.
"Still perming her hair and slapping on more make up" said Parker with a shrug.
"Melody darling..." said Summer, "it really is time to go"
"Hurumph...I know!" replied Melody from her bedroom in a testy manner. "I'm doing something important here!"
Melody strutted from her bedroom, flapping her hands. "My nails still haven't dried properly!"
"Well, we'd better get going...the movie starts in a half hour." said Travis, picking up the car keys from the counter top.
As they stepped outside and walked to the car, Melody asked "What movie are we going to see again?"
"Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home" replied Travis.
"Rad!"
"Gnarly!"
"It'll be great! I've taken you kids to see every Star Trek movie and we have every episode on VHS" said Travis, proudly.
"Your father is quite the Trekkie" said Summer.
"Trekker, Summer, it's Trekker, not Trekkie" corrected Travis.
"Did you know, kids, that your father and your Aunt Liberty and Uncle Jeremy watched the very first episode the night it was broadcast? They've been die hard fans ever since."
"How many fake uncles and aunts do we have?" said Parker. "I mean, there's Uncle Jeremy, Auntie Liberty, Auntie Julia...and the mysterious Auntie Suzy. What happened to her?"
"We....don't like to talk about that" said Summer, her face suddenly becoming sullen.
The last day of Summer was a wistful time at the BFF household. Liberty, as was her wont, was dreaming about the stars, the Moon and her boyfriend. She thanked her blessings that she had a loving companion, good friends and the most amazing job anyone could wish for.
Summer and Travis were in the kitchen talking about wedding preparations. It was now a month to go before they tied the knot and there were seemingly endless tasks still to do.
Whilst Travis just wanted the thing over and done with, Summer was relishing the planning and had typed out list after list of what needed to be done. The church had been booked, and the catering, music and a whole slew of other things but now it was a matter of chasing up those invited guests who had been slow or unresponsive in replying. She was loving all of this right down to exercising vigorously in order to maintain her shapely figure so the wedding dress would still fit.
Travis brought her a cup of coffee and said "Summer...don't burn yourself with all this. We've got all the things sorted that we need to sort out: Let's just coast and relax before our big day."
"Relax? Travis we have dozens of little tasks left to do! The little name cards for each guest at the reception still needs chasing up. The florist gave us square centrepiece vases instead of round...that will clash with the shapes of the tables!"
This sailed completely over Travis' head. "OK, if you're sure you want to go down this route to madness, be my guest. I'm heading off to work now; don't wear yourself down." he said.
Summer finished typing out her revised wedding schedule, showered and got dressed and then decided that she would check in on all her friends. She didn't want to be alone at home on her day off because that was boring. Once dressed, she went to visit Barbara and Jeremy but they weren't in: It was probably another busy day at their shop.
Next she moved on to visiting Action who was at home, albeit in a somewhat undressed state...
"Come on in..." boomed Action. "...Excuse my state; I worked the nightshift last night."
"That's cool..." she replied, noticing his bulging biceps for a moment before recovering her senses. "How did it go?"
"The usual: Muggers, hookers, drunks and pimps for the most part. I'm still working these two murder cases though and I think I may be close to a breakthrough."
"I can't imagine doing your job. You need to be tough, I guess. Tough and well built to handle anything..." she said, her voice trailing off when she saw his muscular physique again.
"I keep in shape because you never know who or what is coming at you next!" he said, with steely growl in his voice.
"Hmmm, I can't say I relate to that but it's so nice that the police department have you working on our side."
They discussed his work and her wedding plans, which were two topics diametrically opposite to each other. After 20 minutes, and Action saying he really needed to take a shower, Summer decided to pay a visit to another neighbour.
She found Julia looking bleary eyed and surrounded by medical textbooks and journals.
"Sorry the place is in such a mess..." Julia said by way of apology but to Summer the house seemed in pristine order with the exception of all the books lying around.
"No need to apologise, Jules. Say, I could help you put this stuff away and do a bit of tidying." said Summer, ever her cheerful self.
"That's kind, Summer, but I'm sure you have more important things on your mind like your wedding preparation." said Julia.
"Well, yes, but I've done all I can on that front for now which is why I'm visiting all my friends today!"
"I welcome the break from the studies" Julia replied. "And how's Travis coping with the wedding planning?"
Summer let out a sigh. "He's relaxed...maybe TOO relaxed about it. He doesn't want to get too involved in the planning though: He just thinks all that happens is that we show up at the chapel and that's that. He's leaving most of the work to me. I just hope he doesn't go on another eating binge and he ends up not being able to fit into his suit!"
"Sounds like some of my uncles! In my family, we have so many festivals, get togethers and special events my mother is a mistress of organisation: Rumour has it she was on General Eisenhower's staff during the war...SNORT!" She laughed in her unusual, nasal style.
"Well, she will sure come in handy when it comes time for you to get married!" said Summer but Julia's smile suddenly vanished when she said that and Summer immediately recognised that romance was a subject that made Julia uncomfortable.
"Sorry to mention that, Jules."
"No...no...you made a reasonable point that most people wouldn't think twice about...it's my hang up, I know. It's not like I never want to get married but...it's difficult to explain. I just hate the process of courting, that's all."
"One day it'll all come together for you, I'm sure, Jules." Summer nearly patted Julia on the knee as a way of encouragement but thought better of it.
"...let me help with that pile of dishes" Summer added.
Next on her list of people to visit, it was the turn of their newest neighbour, Joanna. She was a college student but lived off campus so she could usually be found in half the time.
"Come on in, excuse the mess..." came Joanna's voice after Summer had knocked on the door. When Summer went inside she thought the place looked great and couldn't see any mess.
"You shouldn't apologise...you've got the place looking great OH MY GOSH WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"
Summer suddenly caught sight of Joanna and the girl was covered head to foot in a thick layer of soot.
"Yeah, excuse the mess...I mean, me" Joanna replied. "I was clearing out the chimney and...well...I got it wrong and the soot came rushing down and covered me, and the kitchen. Now I'm having to clear it all up. Have a seat."
"So how's college going?" asked Summer.
"Great...I've never experienced anything like it. Such a world away from what I'm used to but the course is really interesting and it's keeping me busy." Joanna replied.
"I never went to college" said Summer. "I spent a year at catering school but that's what I like: Hospitality and all that."
"Well you've got your big day and all that. That's one heck of a catering event!"
"Yes it's going to be and I've personally scrutinised and chosen the meal and canapes. Listen, Joanna, when I got engaged you'd only just moved in and we didn't know you well but these last couple of months have seen us get friendlier and you're now part of our little community. We still have a couple of places left at our wedding: Would you like to come as our guest?
"Yeah, sounds cool. I've never been to a fancy wedding before. Thanks, Summer." said Joanna, her face lighting up with joy.
"Never been to a wedding before? Wow." replied Summer, slightly shocked.
"It's just that where I grew up, people didn't tend to get married..."
Summer hadn't realised just what an impoverished background Joanna hailed from before. It was eye opening to get a glimpse into a world of poverty, desperation and the grim life of the ghetto. After leaving the cosy confines of Foundry Cove she headed over to the more wealthy and genteel neighbourhood of Courtyard Lane: Home of her second best friend, Suzy, and her husband Neil.
Being married and moving away from Foundry Cove hadn't hurt their friendship and Suzy was overjoyed to see her friend.
"Summer, wonderful to see you. Now how is everything going with the Big Day? Let me tell you from experience that the last month just races by!"
"Yep...I feel there's no going back now! I've been going through a rollercoaster of emotions from initial excitement, feeling overwhelmed, purposeful and now I can't wait for the day itself!"
"And how's Travis bearing up? No cold feet from him?" Suzy joked.
"Oh he's being his usual self: 'maintain an even strain' as he says. He's not as gushing as I am about getting married but I can tell he's keen on it."
"That's great..." Suzy was about to say something else but she was interrupted by the arrival of Neil."
"Honey, have you seen the Burnt Umber?" he called out.
"Erm...is that a shade of paint? You left some tubes in the lounge; it could be there." Suzy replied.
Neil entered the lounge and he was startled to see Summer there; startled and embarrassed as he was still in his pyjamas.
"Oops, ahhh, yes. Sorry about my, erm, appearance" he said apologetically as his cheeks turned red. "It's just that I had a flash of inspiration for my latest painting and I just leapt out of bed this morning and forgot to shower and get dressed."
"No need to apologise, Neil" said Summer, turning her head away from him to spare him any further embarassment.
"I tell you what, Sum." said Suzy, standing up and clapping her hands. "How about you and I go somewhere for a drink and a catch up and we'll leave our resident artiste to find his Burnt Umber?"
The place they settled on was the Rattlesnake Juice Bar; somewhere where they hadn't been for some time. Suzy advised not going to a bar that was more local because of all the press attention she'd been receiving lately and that reporters had been known to camp outside of the Blue Velvet Nightclub.
The bar was busy but the girls found room to order a couple of glasses of wine and have a conversation without having to raise their voices in order to be heard.
"My advice for the big day..." said Suzy "...is make sure you can get a drink. You'll be buffeted by family, friends, photographers and caterers all wanting to say congratulations or ask you questions and whilst they'll manage to get a drink quite easily, you won't. So if you're feeling parched, you just give me the nod and I'll make sure you get a drink!"
"That's great advice, Suzy, and I'll remember about the nod." Summer replied.
"Excuse me, are you Suzy Kent?" said a young woman suddenly butting in to Summer's conversation with her friend.
"I am" said Suzy.
"I just love your column in 'Hey Wow' and congratulations on that big article in this month's issue. I had no idea about the Landgraabs" continued the woman.
"That's nice of you to say so" said Suzy, respectfully.
Suzy returned to speaking with Summer. "So can you give me a hint about what your dress is going to be like?"
"No. That's a secret known by only me and Liberty..." said Summer.
"Hey, you're that Suzy Kent from that magazine!" said another woman, suddenly recognising her.
"Yes, yes I am. Are you a fan?"
"A BIG fan...so, about Malcolm Landgraab..."
And it continued this way for about an hour. Summer and Suzy would be talking and a fan would show up and interrupt them. Suzy would always be polite and answer a couple of questions but to Summer it appeared that fame was starting to take over Suzy's life.
Eventually Summer said goodbye to Suzy and made her way home. There was a small matter of bringing in the mail, which contained junk, bills and a few RSVP returns from wedding guests confirming their attendance. As Summer checked her mailbox, an acquaintance stopped to say hello.
"Hello, it's Summer, isn't it?" said the woman who Summer recognised as model and night club hostess Tiffany Lawson. They had met once earlier on in the Summer at Suzy's old house when she was being interviewed for Suzy's magazine.
"That's right: You're Tiffany from the Lothario club" Summer replied.
"You've got a good memory. I was just passing and thought I'd call in on Suzy but she doesn't live there anymore."
"No, she moved out and bought a house in Courtyard Lane with her husband" said Summer.
Tiffany nodded as she had been at the wedding herself. "Yeah, that makes sense. Going up in the world and all that. I see she's doing really well after those articles about the Landgraabs. Good for her"
"I can write down her new address and phone number if you like." said Summer, ever the helpful one.
"Thanks, yeah, that would be great. And you're keeping well?" Tiffany asked.
"Sure...couldn't be better. In fact I'm getting married myself soon." said Summer, beaming with pride.
"To that same guy you've been dating? What's his name? Trent?"
"Travis...and here he is now. I'll go and write down those contact details for you" said Summer passing Travis on the steps as she went inside.
"Now I know you from somewhere..." Travis said to Tiffany.
"A lot of men say that" said Tiffany, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
"Don't tell me...It's...erm...were you in the news not that long ago?"
"Not the news but you're probably thinking of a magazine. Shall I tell you?"
"No. I'm keen to guess. A magazine you say? Hmm, not a music one. What genre?"
"Men's lifestyle"
Travis thought for a moment before his eyes went wide. He was about to say something as the penny dropped but Liberty, who had recently arrived back from work, suddenly interrupted him.
"From Suzy's wedding, Travis" she said.
"That must be it...although you seem more familiar from somewhere else" he said. Summer then appeared on the porch and handed Tiffany a piece of paper with Suzy's phone number on it.
"Thanks, Summer. I gotta go now but nice seeing you again...and you, Travis. Meowwww" she said, mimicking a cat raising its paw.
Back inside the house the three housemates sat down for dinner and when Travis excused himself to go to the bathroom, Summer and Liberty could have a private talk.
"She's never been rude to me or anything like that but that Tiffany always rubs me up the wrong way. There's something there, I can't put my finger on it, that doesn't seem right."
"If you ask me she always looks like she's on the prowl for men" replied Liberty. "Not surprising considering she poses naked for magazines."
"I was asked to pose for Lothario magazine once..." said Summer. Liberty just stared agog at her.
"Really? How did that happen?" she asked, shocked at her friend's revelation.
"I once met Alan Cuffe and he asked me. I said no, of course"
"Of course. I wonder if Travis reads Lothario?" mused Liberty.
"Well, if he does he won't be doing so after October 8th, that's for sure! I shall be enough for him." she said, haughtily.
Once the dishes had been put away and Liberty went off to do some reading before her bedtime, Summer and Travis found themselves alone in the kitchen together.
"Travis my dear..." she began. "Do you read Lothario magazine?"
He sensed a trap being set and gulped. "Only for the articles, Summer my love"
