Pamela's apartment....
"You never answered my question, Cliff," says Afton. "What the hell are you doing here, and how did you get out of prison?"
Cliff smiles. "I got out of prison because I was innocent. I didn't kill J.R. I was framed."
"Framed?" Afton asks in a disbelieving tone.
"That's right. I was framed by the Ewings," Cliff replies. "So I was pardoned."
"It's the truth."
"You are unbelievable," Afton says. "Everything that has ever gone wrong in your life, you've blamed on the Ewings. Every misfortune, every failure. It's all the Ewings' fault."
"Not every failure," Cliff says. "But most of the misfortune I've ever had in my life has been caused by J.R. Ewing, and the son of a bitch even tried to stick it to me after he was dead. He had his brother frame me for his murder."
"Bobby?" Afton asks. "You're delusional. You may not have fired the gun that killed J.R., Cliff, but you were EXACTLY where you belonged. You blew up that oil rig with your own daughter on it. YOU were the reason Pamela lost those babies!"
A solemn expression crosses Cliff's face as he nods. "You're right. I did a terrible thing. Something I can never make up for. But Pamela has begun to forgive me for what I did. She is the one who got me out of prison and let me stay here, and together, she and I are gonna get back everything the Ewings stole from us, starting with my company."
"I find it hard to believe that Pamela would get you out of prison after what you did to her," says Afton.
"Well, if you'd like to ask her yourself, have a seat and wait for her. She should be back in a couple of hours."
"I'll be back when my daughter is home," Afton says. She picks up her coat, and her suitcase, and leaves after giving Cliff an angry glance. After she's gone, Cliff smiles. Outside in the hall, Afton puts her suitcase down, takes her Iphone from her pocket, and dials a number. "It's Afton," she says after the person on the other end of the line answers. "I'm in Dallas and I need to see you. NOW!" She ends the call, puts her phone back into her pocket. She picks up her suitcase and walks to the elevator down the hall.
Fountain Place, Dallas....
"John Ross," Afton coldly greets him.
"Afton. Why'd you wanna see me? And if you're here to lecture me about Pamela, I......"
"Don't worry. I'm not. Frankly I'm glad my daughter left you. I never thought she should've married you in the first place. I'll find out the truth from my daughter as to what you did to her to make her leave you."
"All right then," John Ross says. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, and the pleasure of standin' here waitin' for you for the last twenty minutes?"
"I went by Pamela's apartment when I arrived in town, and guess who was there, to my complete shock."
"Let me take a wild guess.....Cliff Barnes?"
"What is that man doing out of prison?" Afton asks. "He told me that he was innocent of J.R.'s murder. Claims the Ewings framed him. Is that true?"
Afton moves closer to him. "I'm asking YOU," she says.
John Ross hesitates a moment. "Cliff Barnes gave the order to blow up that rig with Pamela on it. Her babies died because of that old bastard. We couldn't prove Cliff was behind that, so he would've got away with it."
Afton nods. "So, your family just took it upon yourselves to....manufacture....evidence that he shot J.R.," Afton says. "And you convinced my daughter to help?"
"Pamela willingly went along with the set up. And then, she left the old man to die in that Mexican prison after she got her hands on his pardon."
"Then why is Cliff out?" Afton asks.
"That's a story you're gonna have to get from Pamela," John Ross replies. "And when you do, it'll knock you on your pretty little ass." John Ross puts on his sunglasses, smiles at Afton, then turns and walks away.
The Omni Hotel....
"How you feelin'?" Ray asks, walking into the room.
"Just fine. Where's Mom?"
"She's packin'. Maybe you should be doin' the same."
Lucas sighs. "I'm not goin' back."
"What's that?"
Lucas looks at Ray. "I'm not goin' back with you and Mom. I had decided before the accident that I was gonna stay in Dallas for a while. I still plan to."
"I haven't."
"Your mama's not gonna be happy about that, Lucas. She was countin' on us all goin' back home together. Today."
"Mom will get over it," Lucas says. "I wanna stay in Dallas. I'm not sure for how long."
"Look, son, I know how angry you are at your mama and me about keepin' the truth from you all these years. We did what we thought was best for you. For all concerned. Maybe that was a mistake. But I always loved you just as if you were my own."
"Did you love me as much as you love Margaret?" Lucas asks.
Ray is taken aback by the question. "Margaret? Why would you ask me that? Of course I love you every bit as much as I love your sister."
"Margaret is NOT my sister, remember?" Lucas asks. "What is she to me again? My.....cousin, I guess?"
At that moment, Jenna walks in. She finds Ray and Lucas in the middle of what appears to be an intense moment, but both men are silent. "Did I interrupt something?" Jenna asks. "You two look very serious."
"Lucas has decided he's still gonna stay in Dallas," Ray explains.
Jenna looks at her son. "I thought you had decided to return home with your father and I," she says.
"I sure do," Ray replies, nodding.
"And do you remember the words you said to me when I asked you where your truck was?"
Ray looks at his wife. "Yeah, I said somethin' like, 'if we're gonna be a family, it's time we had a family car.'"
"That's right," says Jenna. "And from that moment on, Lucas, we WERE a family. We ARE a family. In every way that counts."
A tears falls down the young man's cheek. "Don't......" Lucas stops abruptly as he chokes back his tears. "Don't think that I don't love you. Both of you. Because I do. I love you both very much. And I know you love me. That's why I don't understand why you both lied to me all my life. You had to know I'd find out the truth some day. I mean, if my real father was some stranger who left you and you never heard from again, then I probably would've gone on the rest of my life believing this lie. But my real father is your brother, Dad. Your BROTHER. How could you guys expect to keep this from me from now on?"
"Bobby agreed to let me raise you," says Ray. "And all these years, he kept his word. Never tried to form a relationship with you because he knew I was doing a damn good job bein' your father. I never thought this would come up again. And it probably wouldn't have, if Bobby hadn't been so devastated when Christopher died." Ray walks over to Jenna and his son. "Lucas, before your mother walked in, you asked me a question. You asked me if I love you as much as I love Margaret. I said yes. And that's the truth. You're my child every bit as much as Margaret is."
Lucas wipes tears from his face. Then looks at his parents. "I believe that. I really do. But it's gonna take me a while to get over this."
"Are you still dead set on staying in Dallas?" Jenna asks.
"Yes, Mom. I am. I have to find out who I am. Who I wanna be. I was born here, and I have to find myself right here."
Ray nods. "We can accept that."
"Thanks," Lucas replies. "If you guys don't mind, I'd like to be alone. And then later, I think I might go over and see Emma at the hospital."
"Fine," says Ray. "Jenna, we best finish packin'."
Jenna looks at her son sadly. Without saying a word, she kisses him on the forehead, then she and Ray quietly leave, closing the bedroom door behind them.
Late afternoon....
"Hello, Pamela," Afton says, walking out of one of the bedrooms.
Pamela is startled upon hearing her mother's voice. She turns around. "Mom," she says. "I can't believe it. What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. I was hoping to be of some comfort during your separation from John Ross. Little did I know you already have a house guest."
"Daddy," Pamela says lowly.
"Yes. I've been waiting here for you for over an hour. Pamela, what were you thinking getting that man out of prison. I know he didn't kill J.R. I've already talked to John Ross."
"I was going to tell you, but I knew how you'd react. Where is he, by the way?"
"He went out. Pamela, I don't understand. John Ross told me you got Cliff pardoned out of prison. He killed your children, Pamela..."
"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!!!???" Pamela yells at her mother. "I live with that every day of my life!"
"Then in God's name, why?"
"Because it was necessary."
"That makes no sense at all," says Afton.
"It turns out that Daddy has another daughter. She was in a terrible accident, and needed a kidney transplant, which had to be from a close relative. I was tested, but I wasn't a close enough match. That left only Daddy with the same blood type."
"Another daughter?"
"Yes. And you'd better sit down, because when I tell you who she is, you just might faint."
"I'm very curious now," Afton says. "Who is she?"
Pamela looks at her mother and hesitates a moment before answering. "Emma......Ryland."
Afton's mouth drops open in shock. "What? Emma? Emma Ryland is Cliff's daughter?"
"That's right. His daughter, and my half-sister."
Afton takes a seat on the sofa. "Oh my God. Even after all these years, Cliff is still full of surprises. And still turning everyone's lives upside down."
The Omni Hotel Lounge....the next morning
"Lucas," Ray says.
"What time do you and Mom leave for the airport?" Lucas asks, not looking at Ray.
"Not for a couple hours yet."
"How'd you know I was here?"
"I looked several places for you," Ray says. "Then I asked the front desk guy, and he told me he saw ya come out here. Kinda cool this mornin'."
"Yeah it is. Look, I'm gonna head out to Southfork to see Bobby before your mother and I leave. I called him just now, and he isn't goin' in to the office today. While I'm gone, why don't you go up and spend some time with your mama?"
Lucas sighs. "I will."
Ray takes a seat next to his son. "Lucas, I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' myself. I know you're still pretty mad at your mama and me, and at Bobby. And you have every right to be. I do know how ya feel, son. I remember how confused and tore up I was when I found out Jock Ewing was my daddy. All my life I had believed my father was ol' Amos Krebbs, town drunk of Emporia, Kansas. Funny thing was, I had lived at Southfork and worked for Jock since I was fifteen, never imagining one day I'd find out he was my real father. Took me a while to get use to that. I never felt like I quite fit in with the rest of the Ewings. I still don't to this day."
"Is that why you never changed your name?" Lucas asks.
"Oh, I suppose. But, I'd been Ray Krebbs my whole life. Didn't see any need to change that and become Ray Ewing. Lucas, I know I'm just talkin' in circles. I never was real good at this sort of thing. But one thing I do wanna say to you is......Bobby's a good man. The decision he made to let you be raised as my son was not an easy one for him. He honestly did what he thought was best for you. Bobby and I have had a few problems over the years, but he's always been the best brother to me he could possibly be. And he's been the best friend I ever had, too. Now, I'm not tryin' to tell ya what to do, but, you should get to know him. I don't know of any rule that says a young man can't have two fathers." Ray reaches over and places his hand on his son's shoulder, then stands, and without another word, he walks away. Lucas turns and looks out over the Dallas skyline, thinking about what Ray had just said.
Pamela's apartment...
"Mom, you didn't have to cook breakfast," Pamela says.
Afton smiles. "I'm making your favorite. Omelettes, blueberry waffles, bacon, and scrambled eggs."
"Smells delicious. Reminds me of when I was a little girl."
Afton slightly laughs. "I always use to make this for you every Saturday morning when you were growing up."
"I remember." Pamela takes a seat at the kitchen table. "I called it my 'Saturday morning treat.' And I'd eat your special breakfast while watching cartoons."
"That's right," Afton says, putting a plate filled with delicious breakfast food on the table in front of her daughter.
"I'm glad you're here, Mom. It was nice sitting up and talking last night."
Afton takes a seat across from her daughter at the table. "I still have a feeling there's something you're not telling me, Pammy. Whatever it is, I can help."
"Thanks, Mom. But some things, I just have to handle on my own."
At that moment, Cliff walks into the kitchen. "Wow, somethin' smells really good," he says in a jolly mood.
"Mom made breakfast."
"Afton, still a good cook, I see."
"Help yourself," Afton says coldly.
"Thank you." Cliff walks to the cabinet, opens it, and takes out a plate. "I'm really glad you're staying here with Pam and me. It's like old times. Just like when I first found you and our daughter again."
Afton and Pamela exchange looks. Then Afton stands from her seat. "I've suddenly lost my appetite," she says. She walks over and kisses her daughter on the head. "Sweetheart, I'm going out for a while. I'll be back later."
"Sure, Mom," Pamela says.
Afton gives Cliff a hateful look, then leaves. After she's gone, Cliff, who has meanwhile filled his plate with Afton's home made breakfast, smiles. He looks at Pamela. "I think everything's going well, don't you?" He asks. "I'm really enjoying this little family reunion."
Southfork....
"Thanks, honey," Bobby says to her, then turns to the worker he's talking to. "Joe, let's just go with that second plan, I like that better."
"Yes sir, Mr. Ewing," says Joe, a middle age man with a graying beard. "Miz Ewing," he says to Ann, tipping his hat.
Ann smiles at Joe and he walks away. "How's it coming?" She asks Bobby,
"Well, at the rate they're goin' now, we should be able to move back in within a few more weeks. Maybe sooner."
"Good. I'm about sick of that hotel. I'm ready to get back into our own home."
"New Southfork, new us?" Ann asks. "Like a New Years' resolution."
"Somethin' like that."
"Bobby, I really do want us to have a fresh start. Without any secrets between us. Or lies. Or anything."
"I want that, too," Bobby says as they see a car driving up to the house and coming to a stop. "Oh, it's Ray," Bobby says.
Ray gets out of the car and walks up to the house. "Bob, Ann," he says.
"Hi, Ray," greets Bobby.
"Ray, how are you?" Ann asks.
"Just fine," Ray replies, kissing her on the cheek. "Jenna and I are leavin' Dallas today, and I just wanted to come out and say goodbye."
"I'm glad ya did, Ray," says Bobby. "I've really been wantin' to get together, and talk. And work things out between us."
"Me too, Bob," Ray says.
"Ray, would you like some coffee?" Ann asks.
"No thanks, Ann, I'm fine."
Ann smiles. "Well, I'll just let you two men talk. Bobby, I'm gonna do some more cleanin' in the house and then head back into town. I wanna go by the hospital and see Emma."
"Alright," Bobby says. Ann kisses him, then walks away. Then he turns to his brother. "Ray, I really am glad you came out to the ranch before you leave."
"Bob, I've felt real bad about the way things have been between us lately."
"I know that," Ray says. "Jenna knows it, too. I also wanted to let you know that Lucas isn't gonna be goin' back with us."
"Oh?"
"He's decided he wants to stay in Dallas for a while. He's taken kind of a shine to your stepdaughter, Emma. He wants to hang around til she's fully recovered from the accident."
Bobby smiles slightly. "You raised a real good man there, Ray. You should be proud."
"I am," Ray says. "And I'd appreciate it, Bob, if you would kinda look out for Lucas while he's here."
Bobby sighs. "I don't think he wants anything to do with me, Ray. I went to see Lucas at the hospital the other night, and he wasn't at all happy to see me. He pretty much told me to go to hell."
"He's still angry, Bob. But, I think he's startin' to come around a little."
"That's good," says Bobby. "Don't worry, Ray. I'll keep an eye on the boy."
"I know ya will. Bob, you take care."
"You do the same, brother." Bobby reaches his hand out and he and Ray shake. "Don't be a stranger, Ray. Come back real soon for another visit and see the house after the remodeling's finished."
"Will do," Ray says. He takes a look around Southfork and remembers days long gone. Then he turns and walks to his car, gets in, and drives off as Bobby watches.
The Omni Hotel Restaurant....later
"Is something the matter with your steak?" Afton asks.
"Huh? Oh, no, it's very good. I guess I just wasn't hungry."
"Or talkative. You've barely said ten words since we came to lunch."
Pamela sighs as she puts down her fork. "I'm sorry, Mom."
"What's on your mind, Pammy? John Ross? Or your father?"
"Pammy, I see how much it's affecting you, having your father stay at your apartment. So I think it's time we did something about that."
"Like what?"
"Like......kicking him out," says Afton. "Darling, you got him out of prison to donate a kidney and save that girl's life. You don't owe Cliff anything else. Especially after what he did."
"I know. But, he can help me. Daddy can be useful."
"Useful?" Afton asks. "Useful, how?"
Pamela looks at her mother. "I plan to take back the company the Ewings stole from me. The company that should be named Barnes Global, not Ewing Global. Daddy wants that just as much as I do."
"Pammy, I agree that you deserve vengeance for the pain that little bastard John Ross put you through. But having your father this close in your life has never brought you anything but pain. And I fear the same thing will happen this time. Cliff hates the Ewings more than he's ever loved anything or anyone. Including you. Getting in the middle of that old war won't do anything but destroy you, and I won't sit back and let that happen."
While the two women continue to talk, Tripp McKay gets off the elevator and walks into the restaurant. He is approached by the hostess. "Good afternoon, Mr. McKay," says the pretty blonde.
"Hi, Mindy," Tripp says. "Got a table?"
"This way." Mindy grabs a menu and heads across the crowded restaurant. Tripp follows, but stops when he sees Pamela and Afton. Mindy stops at a table a few feet away. "Mr. McKay, will this be all right?"
"Yes, that'll be fine. Excuse me, I see someone I wanna go say hello to." Tripp makes his way to the center of the restaurant where Pamela and her mother are sitting. "Excuse me," he says. "Aren't you Pamela Barnes?"
"Yes, that's right," Pamela replies.
"You do look familiar, but I'm sorry, I can't place you."
Tripp smiles. "I'm not surprised. We only met once, a long time ago when we were teenagers. I'm Tripp McKay."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember. My father was doing some business with your grandfather. Wow that must've been...."
"2001 or 2002 I believe."
"Yes," Pamela says with a smile.
"I heard you married John Ross Ewing."
"I did. But, we're separated now."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Tripp says.
"Don't be. My marriage to John Ross was a huge mistake."
"Well, all I can say is, I always did think John Ross was a fool. And the fact he let a beautiful woman like you get away only confirms it."
Pamela smiles. "Thank you. Tripp, this is my mother, Afton Cooper."
"Ms. Cooper," Tripp says, turning to Afton.
"Hello," Afton greets. "You're related to Carter McKay, is that right?"
"Yes, my grandfather. Well, Pamela, it was very nice seeing you again after all these years. I'll be in Dallas for a while on some personal business. Maybe I'll see you again."
"Maybe so," Pamela says.
Tripp smiles and nods at the two women, then walks away. Afton smiles as she watches the young man walk to his table. "He's very nice," she says. "Handsome, too."
"Yes he is," agrees Pamela, watching Tripp across the room as he takes a seat at his table.
Downtown Dallas....
"Senator Hargrove," John Ross calls to him.
"I'm John Ross Ewing."
"J.R. Ewing's boy?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, how 'bout that," says Dan. "I was sure sorry to hear about your daddy. I didn't know J.R. real well, but I met him a few times over the years."
"Thank ya, sir."
"Now, what is it I can do for you? I'm kind of in a hurry."
John Ross smiles. "Don't worry, Senator, this won't take long. I'd like to talk to you about your shares of stock in Westar."
"What about them?"
Hargrove smiles. "You wanna buy my Westar stock?"
"That's right."
"Sorry, Ewing. Not interested in selling. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to be getting to my office."
"Senator, does the name Kate Thomas mean anything to you?" John Ross asks.
The smile disappears from Hargrove's face very quickly upon hearing this name. "Kate Thomas? No, can't say that it does," he replies nervously.
"I believe you went to college with her. And also with a woman named Beth Sloan."
"What the hell is this?"
John Ross smiles. "This is what I like to call a mutually beneficial business arrangement. You sell me your shares of Westar stock at a low price, and I make sure your little antics with these women in college never comes to light. However, if you don't sell me those shares, then you won't even be able to get elected trash commission in Texas again."
"All those stories I heard about J.R. Ewing over the years. You're just as low down and dirty as your old man."
"J.R. did teach me well," John Ross says smugly. "I expect your decision by the end of business today." He reaches into his pocket and takes out a business card, handing it to Hargrove. "Call me and let me know how we're gonna proceed with this." Without another word, John Ross smiles, then turns and walks away, leaving Hargrove both angry and nervous and wondering how a secret he thought he'd buried a long time ago fell into the hands of J.R. Ewing's son!
The Omni Hotel....late afternoon
"It was fine," replies Bobby. "Things are moving along even faster than I'd hoped."
"Good. I can't wait to be back home. Umm, we have company."
"Company?" Bobby asks.
Ann steps aside and Bobby sees Lucas sitting in the next room. "He's been here about a half an hour. To see you."
Bobby smiles. Then he walks into the sitting room where Lucas is. "Hello, Lucas," he says.
Lucas stands to his feet. "Hi. Ann said it was okay if I wait for you."
"You don't owe me an apology, son," Bobby says. "I feel that I owe you one. Lucas you have every right to be angry, upset, and confused."
Lucas sighs. "I am. Right now I'm more confused than angry. Confused about who I am. I decided to stay here in Dallas, at least for a while, until I can figure out who I am, and who I wanna be."
"Good," Bobby says.
Lucas pauses a moment. "I....I don't even know what to say to you."
"Well, don't feel bad. Because I'm havin' a hard time tryin' to figure out what to say to you, too. But that's okay. Things are a little awkward right now because of the circumstances. It'll take some time."
"Yes. You can ask me anything."
"Did it ever bother you, that you gave me away and kept your adopted son?" Lucas asks.
"Of course it did. Every day of my life I thought about that decision and wondered if I'd made the right one. But I knew Ray would love you and take care of you. And from what I see, he did a great job raisin' you."
Bobby walks over to him. "Lucas, if things had been different.....if I could turn back time, I know that I would've done things a lot differently. I can't change what happened 26 years ago. I know that you have always thought of Ray as your father, and always will. But if you'll give me a chance, I'd like to fit in there somewhere. As your friend, or, even still as your uncle."
"My Dad told me that there's no law against a guy havin' two fathers," Lucas says. "He also told me what a great man you are. I've heard that from everyone I've talked to. Emma. Your wife. Everyone seems to think Bobby Ewing hung the moon. I'd like to find out if you're as awesome as they all say you are."
"And I would really love to get to know my son," says Bobby.
Lucas nods. Bobby extends his hand to his son. Lucas looks at it for a moment, then he shakes Bobby's hand as the two men look at each other.
Westar Oil...
"I have," says Dan Hargrove on the other end of the line. "I'll sell you the shares. On one condition."
"And what would that be?" John Ross asks.
"I want your promise, in writing, that if I sell you my Westar shares, the mistakes I made when I was in college will stay buried."
"You got it. Hell, I don't wanna destroy a man's life and career if he cooperates with me. All I want is those shares. After I get 'em, the file I have on you is yours to burn or do whatever you want with it. Meanwhile, I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract first thing tomorrow mornin', and by tomorrow afternoon we'll both have what we want. Senator Hargrove, you made the right decision, and you're definitely gettin' my vote in November." Smiling, John Ross ends the call. He then speed dial's another number. On the third ring, Bum answers.
Pamela's apartment....night
"She's not here," Afton replies, standing from her seat. "She went out to dinner. I wanted to wait here for you."
"I'm glad you did. I went out and visited my daddy's grave this evening. I haven't been out there in years."
"Cliff, we need to talk."
"I've decided I'm going to stay in Dallas for a while."
"That's great. I'm happy to hear that."
"Maybe you won't be when I tell you why. Cliff, I'm staying to protect my daughter," Afton says.
"Protect her? Protect her from what? From me, I suppose."
"Yes. I know what kind of man you are, Cliff, and I know that the most important thing in the world to you is destroying the Ewings. But I am NOT gonna let you drag my daughter into your war with them."
"This isn't just my war, Afton," says Cliff. "The Ewings stole the company from Pamela, too. She loved John Ross, and he destroyed her. He cheated on her, lied to her, and drove her to try to kill herself, did you know that?"
"What?" Afton asks in shock.
"I see you didn't know," Cliff says. "Pamela took an overdose when she found out John Ross was having an affair."
"Oh my God. Why didn't she tell me?"
"You'll have to ask her that."
Afton walks across the room, then turns back to Cliff. "John Ross was having an affair with Emma Ryland, wasn't he?"
Cliff remains silent for a moment as he looks at Afton. Then he nods his head.
"Damn him," Afton says.
Cliff walks over to her. "Do you still think the Ewings should just get away with everything they've done to our little girl?"
Cliff smiles. "That's what I like to hear. We'll make them pay. Together, as a family."
"You didn't let me finish, Cliff," Afton continues, moving closer to him. "I said John Ross will pay for what he's done to Pamela. And so will you." Without another word to him, Afton walks out of the room and up the short staircase to the guest bedroom where she was staying, leaving Cliff a little stunned.
Meanwhile....The Omni Hotel...
"No, not at all. I was just about to hop in the shower, but it can wait. Please, come in."
"Thank you," Pamela says, walking into the suite.
Tripp closes the door and turns to her. "What can I do for you?"
"I hope you didn't mind me looking you up. But I've been thinking a lot ever since we met at lunch. So, I bribed the desk clerk to tell me what room you were in."
Tripp smiles. "I don't mind at all. It's not every day a guy gets surprised by a beautiful woman at his door. So why're you here?"
"I think I know why you're in Dallas," says Pamela.
"Oh?"
"Yes. You came here to look into your brother's death, didn't you?"
Tripp hesitates a moment before answering. "Yeah, I did. There's a lot of unanswered questions surrounding Hunter's death. I want answers to those questions. I wanna know why my brother was killed and why he was involved in that takeover of the Ewings' company.
"A company that should've been mind."
"I don't understand," Tripp says.
"That company called Ewing Global, is a company that belonged to my father, Barnes Global. The Ewings stole it from my family."
"I don't see what that has to do with me."
"Your brother was killed when he got involved with some gangsters who wanted the company themselves. So maybe you and I can help each other out."
"How?" Tripp asks.
Pamela moves closer to him. " Your family still has a lot of influence at Westar from what I hear. You use some of those McKay connections to help me to hurt the Ewings, and get my company back."
Tripp smiles. "And if I do that, what exactly is in it for me?"
Pamela returns his smile as she places her hands against his smooth chest. Slowly, she moves in and passionately kisses him on the lips. "I'm sure that we can think of something that will be mutually beneficial to us both," she says.
"Yes, I think maybe we can," says Tripp. The two kiss again, and then Tripp's towel falls to the floor as he and Pamela kiss wildly and passionately....