The Twins - A Bitter Hatred

[little_golden]

OCC
Open to others.

Please PM me with your proposed character/idea if you are interested are joining in on the fun. There are a few characters still available.

Basic Plot Two beautiful twins sisters are in line to inherit a fortune from the estate of their parents. Fortunately, there are a lot of people who either want the cash or who want to fuck the twins for their own selfish purposes. Porsha the evil twin is hellbent and ruining the "pure good" image of her sister in the hopes of getting her to give up her share of the estate or to make her ineligible for the cash.

Cast of Characters To Date

Jordan: (little_golden)
Sweet Jordan is the nice eighteen year twin. Known to her family and friends as a bit of a nerd for her "sweetness" and naive nature. To her love and friendship are the essentials of life and she tries to get along with everyone as viciously try to exploit her weaknesses.

Porsha: (angels1stdying) (formerly SecretDesires)
The super bitchy and nasty twin sister of Jordan. She hates her twin sister and never resists the opportunity to take advantage of her or to abuse you with a joke, a prank or a cruel action. She likes to party and have fun. With a seductive smile she ready to use her beauty and charm to conquer the world and anyone in her way. Porsha wants the family business and fortune for herself and will do anything to get her way.

Ken: (prometheus 2)
This handsome man has gentle pursed Jordan and gained her love and trust. He knows Jordan is waiting for the wedding ring to take their relationship on a deeper physical path. He wrestles with his own physical needs to take it further while appearing to be a gentleman.

Biker - Preacher Bill (available) (formerly sail away)
Don't let the name fool you. This big boy rides his hog and women fast and hard. He likes his booze cold, his dope hot and his women even hotter. The law isn't his concern and he lives by his own code.

Anthony: (poohlive)
A good looking guy who likes Porsha's attitude and reciprocity. He's no so bright but can work his muscles and smooth tongue with ease. Anthony focuses his attention on women, big engines and booze. Anthony is dressed in a leather jacket, military muscle shirt and sunglasses. He drives a Dodge Charger. Life is lived on the edge - it's nice he's able to solve problems for Porsha in exchance for a little help with his financial problems

Hattie Hatcher: (available) (formerly SecretDesires)
Socialite and gossip columnist who has an active interests in the twins and sharing their misfortunes with the world.

Uncle Bill: (little_golden)
Older brother of the twins' late father who is currently running the family company in the "best interests" of his nieces. He loves the power and wants to keep it all!

George Seymour: (available)
George is the estate lawyer that handles the family trust and controls the money until the twins turn 21. He was a close family friend to the deceased parents and now is eager to get his own hands on the millions in trust. He doesn't give a rats ass about the twins and would love to see both twins disappear so that he can get the cash.



Background


The twins, Jordan and Porsha, were born into wealth and privilege. Raised by loving parents they lacked for nothing - except love for one another. At age eighteen their parents died unexpectedly in a boating accident. Now the twins are on their own, as they must spend three (3) years together in their parents house to collect their half of their vast inheritance. A caveat in the will states that if one of the twins moves out before she turns 21, then the other twins inherits everything.

Until they turn 21, Old Uncle Bill and the family lawyer have a lot of influence on the lives of the twins. Uncle Bill becomes the acting CEO of his late brother's thriving business. He has interest in both the girls and his greedy ambitions knows no end. The family lawyer is the one person who knows all the intricate details of the trust. Can he be trusted? Can he be bought off like any cheap lawyer?

The Twins
Jordan and Porsha were identical in their beauty and near flawless in their figures. But their personalities were vastly different and throughout their short lives they fought each other on a daily basis to see who was the better woman! At some point sisterly rivalry has caused Porsha to hate her sister and wish pain and suffering upon her.

Porsha was always the extravert and the life of any party. A ton of friends and boyfriends was her legacy. She was manipulative and mean. Tormenting other people and abusing friendships was her private lifestyle. She liked to drink, do drugs and to live life on the edge.

Jordan grew up as the introvert. Shying away from crowds and always prefering to stay out of the lime light. It was that nasty sister who seemed to stick out her front and centre through an endless barrage of pranks, tricks and misdeeds. She would never forget Porsha cutting her hair when they were six years old or screwing her first true love at a drive in when Jordan had left to use the lady's room. Her impersonations of Jordan had caused her heaps of trouble with the police, her parents and their friends.

Porsha was the instigator and wanted to punish her younger twin. Somehow she liked to cause her sister embarassment, humiliation and pain. It simply gave her pleasure. In high school Porsha had stolen away Jordan's boyfriends, wrecked some of her girl friendships and loved to impersonate her to get her in deep shit with the teachers.

Now with the death of her parents Porsha had a new mission in life. She would teach Jordan a new lesson in the cruelty of life. She was determined to cheat Jordan of her share of the inheritance. Somehow she would force Jordan into submission and then force her out of the picture. But it would be a slow and delicious process.

Jordan was always the kinder of the sisters. Growing up she was mommy's helper and daddy's little girl. Quiet and shy most of the time until she bloomed into womanhood. She never understood why her outgoing sister was so mean and nasty to her. But it had always been that way.

The propect of living with Porsha in the big house was awful scary. But what could she do since the will was very clear that if the trust was going to pay for everything - only if they lived in the big house. It would be three years until she got her million dollars. After that was up - she'd move away and never see that spiteful sister of hers again.

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Would love to take up the challenge of the other twin if it is alright with you. Do you need me to PM you?

 

[SecretDesires]

Porsha's fine, manicured nails clicked on the top of the telephone table in the hallway. She was irritated and not in a good mood. True, that was her demenor most of the time except when she knew she could get what she wanted with sweet words and smiles. But right now the frown that marred her face spoke of an anger that boiled deep inside.

"What the hell do you mean there is no way to do this?" She spoke in clipped tones. "Do you know what will happen to the fortune if that milk sop of a sister of mine gets her hands on it? She will throw it away on charities, humanitairian cases and tree huggers...to name just a few. We both know that I am the only one capable of handling that much money and continuing this empire my father built. And I won't be satisfied with just part of it. I have no intentions of pulling myself up by the bootstraps and all that crap. I intend to get the full amount, get her taken out of every decision of the company and run it like it should be."

She listened to the voice on the other end, her face growing redder as the man, her father's lawyer, went on.

"I don't give a damn if Father wanted us to be partners in this. Can you imagine me having to base my decisions on anything she had to input. No, I take that back. If this goes like the will states than I won't be the one making the decisions and you know that won't sit well with me and, if you don't have a way to get around that fucking will, than you can kiss your job goodbye because I will find someone who can."

The voice spoke again, more hesitantly this time and she cut it off abruptly. "I don't know how you are going to do it. Get her declared mentally incompetent or insane or something. She would be more at home in an institution where she can mope about with the inmates anyway. I don't care what you do....just do it!"

Slamming down the phone, Porsha stormed into the den and poured herself a stiff drink. The third one today and it wasn't even noon. She hated this. She hated everything about this and her sappy, goody two shoes sister as well.

Jordan always was the favorite from the time they could walk Porsha could already see where her mother and father's affections really lay and it grated on her. No matter what Porsha did, no matter how successfully she did it, Jordan was always the one they cooed and awwed over.

Isn't Jordan sweet. Oh Jordan, thank you. That was such a lovely thought. And more sticky sweet phrases that made Porsha gag everytime she heard them. So overprotective, so doting, so....stupid.

Well, things were different now. No mother and father to rescue her from anything. Noone to keep her from the bad things in life anymore. Noone at all.

Porsha grinned as she drained her glass and poured another one. Her poor, sweet, innocent sister was now alone...except for her big sister. Jordan didn't stand a chance.

 

[UC_Gav]

ill join in but im not sure as what, not much of a lawyer lol. Just tell me what parts need filling.

 

[little_golden]

Jordan At Home

It was another busy day for Jordan. Today she was helping at a homeless persons shelter and then had plans to visit a sick children's hospital. After that she be taking her classes at the local college. Each day was so busy.

She was devasted by the loss of her parents and funeral had been a sombre and teary eyed affair. It burned her that Prosha didn't shed a tear and seemed almost jubilant at the thought of getting her hands on the inheritance.

It was a shame the money was in trust still. She would have started some donations already. There was just so many people that needed her help. It was sort of a calling to help others.

At the reading of the will she had sensed Porsha's frustration. No doubt she would have to be on her guard. The will was very clear that if she died or moved out of the family mansion before the trust ended she would lose everything. It was going to be brutal with just the two of them in that big house.

"Well, I'll just be nice to her" she whispered to herself as she got dressed in a conservative red dress that accented her natural beauty in a lady-like fashion.

As Jordan sat down to re-brush her hair she pondered the differences between the two of them. Porsha was always better at sports, was more streetwise and had more confidence. Over the years at school, she had always more friends and seemed to attract the cool and tough kids.

Her twin seemed to have a dark side and loved to torment her. Jordan had always been taught to turn her cheek at her sister's misdeeds and pranks. Yet in the last few years, it seemed Prosha was getting wilder, meaner and more selfish.

Before their death she was sure that mom and dad were going to disown Porsha. They were always fighting about the slutty clothes Porsha wore, her lousy grades, her scummy boyfriends and trashy friends.

"Things sure change quicky" she half whispered out loud to herself.

Jordan was pleased with her reflection in the mirror. Her make-up was lightly applied in a way that her mother would have approved of. Dressed to perfection she left her room and walked down the spiralling staircase to the lower floor.

In the kitchen she ate a healthy meal of cereal, yogurt, OJ and milk. As she looked around the kitchen she saw dozens of empty liquor bottles and empty beer cases. No doubt, Porsha had another party with her greasy friends.

"Porsha, you're going to have to clean up your mess" she yelled up the stairs. Not sure if Porsha was even there Jordan started to clean up the mess herself.......

 

[SecretDesires]

Porsha gritted her teeth as her twin's voice broke into her thoughts, the sound of her voice like nails on a chalkboard. Mumbling something about throwing away a useless item along with all the other trash, she slauntered into the kitchen and leaned on the door frame, glass in hand and a smirk on her face as she watched Jordan clean up not raising a finger to help.

"My, my," She said the sneer on her face reaching her voice as she watched her sister bend down to pick up some bottles and cans from the kitchen floor,"Don't you just look yummy all bent over like that? I am sure your boyfriends like you in that position and often I am thinking. Or do you just do that at the old folks home you volunteer at? Give the old geezers a thrill and all."

Walking into the room, she kicked a beer can across it and went to the sink and poured her melting ice into it, placing the glass on the counter.

"You are more the maid type than me," She said in clipped tones,"It looks so natural on you. Like you know your place."

 

[poohlive]

Anthony wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch, to put it bluntly. He wasn't special, or needed different schooling or anything, he could learn just as well as the next person, but it did take him longer. If he cared about something, he could know it just as well as any genius.
The problem was, Anthony didn't care about many things, especially school things. His interested lied more to the female persuasions... and of course, fixing things with big engines attached to them. He could stare at numbers on a chalkboard for hours and hours, trying with all of his might to find out what in the hell they were all about, but within five minutes of checking under the hood, he knew exactly what was wrong with the car, and whipped up an estimate right in his head.
Anthony isn't smart, but he knows enough.
Enough to know a pretty skirt when he sees one.
That's how he met Porsha. A pretty skirt. Just one of those girls who needed help with the car, and was loaded with money. He always helped her out, and in return, she always helped him out. A mutual relationship, if such a thing existed in this day and age.

He woke up, with the usual foul taste of liquor and moldy cheese in his mouth. Lying on a bare mattress in the middle of a room that was located above one of the shops he now worked at. He took a shower, washing his mouth out with the water, trying to get that horrible taste from him.
After that he dressed up as best he could, putting on and old camouflage shirt that showed off his muscles quite nicely. He loved that shirt, always made him feel like a navy seal or something. One of those big guys who everyone knew not to mess with.
He checked one of the pockets in his leather jacket, grabbing his keys and a small clear plastic bag. Porsha would want her stuff, and she said she had something else to talk to him about... something important.
He might not have been the brightest bulb, but he knew that when Porsha said something important, he listened.
Stepping behind his cherried out Dodge Charger, he raced off into mid-morning traffic, putting on a pair of sunglasses. He had a friend to meet.

 

[little_golden]

Sisterly Chat

Jordan was surprised to hear the light footed Porsha looking down on her as she cleaned up the mess from the party. It just bugged her that Porsha could be so irresponsible and so lazy! Mom and dad would have flipped out had they been alive to see the mess of the big house. Now, Porsha had arrived with her "I don't give a shit!" attitude.

It was difficult to resist her sister's ""My, my,". Normally that was her cue that she was going to be nasty or say something spiteful and mean. How could her twin sister be so nasty? After years of pondering this question Jordan was no further ahead.

But it was the sneer on Porsha's beautiful face that made Jordan's blood boil. Mentally she started to count to ten in an effort to cool down. It was no use trying to grab her since Jordan knew she normally came out the loser of such tussles. Aggravation again she thought to herself.

Then Porsha's the mean words hit her - almost slapping her on the face:

"Don't you just look yummy all bent over like that? I am sure your boyfriends like you in that position and often I am thinking. Or do you just do that at the old folks home you volunteer at? Give the old geezers a thrill and all."

It was hard to do but she bit her tongue. Mentally she fought back the images that her sister spoke of. Cruelly she was cursed with an active imagination and no sooner as Porsha spoke the words then she began to picture them....

Her boyfriend Ken, nice, handsome, charming and very successful suddenly riding her doggie-style while Porsha laughed and mocked her. .........

Jordan's next daydream shifted momentarily as she pictured herself in the Johnson County Nursing Home and Old Mr. Rivers with his bald head and crinkled skin forcing himself into her as she lay unable to move. She resisted the urge to gag at the thought..... It was revolting..... yet it stirred something deep within her too......

The metallic scraping of the tin can across the kitchen floor snapped Jordan from the daydream....

"You're not still drinking????" whined Jordan as she watched Porsha at the sink. The sound of mini-ice melted ice cubes clanking in the sink made her imagine that her alcoholic sister was probably going for another binge.....

Jordan lifted her shoulders about her neck as Porsha's words bit into her:
"You are more the maid type than me. It looks so natural on you. Like you know your place."

Back to a daydream, Jordan imagined herself in the tiniest of black French lace, in a frilly little French Maid's outfit complete with a little white hat, a white apron and black fishnet stockings. Blinking her eyes she forced the thought from her mind....

"Why Porsha when are you going to grow up? Your just being lazy and unkind. I know we've had some differences in the past but all we have is each other... Couldn't you make some effort to keep this place clean" Jordan went on.

"I know your grades at college are slipping. The people you are hanging around with are just using you. Can't you see that?" suggested Jordan.

"Maybe my Ken can introduce you to one of his nice buddies from church?" hinted Jordan in a conciliatory tone.

"Can't you just be nice?" asked Jordan as she watched her sister as she momentarily looked up from wiping the floor.

"You know we have to live together for a few years until the terms of the trust are met. Then we can split the inheritance and go our own ways. But let's be friends...."

"I saw a guy leaving the house early this morning. Is he a friend of yours? I hope you are being careful," nagged Jordan.

 

[SecretDesires]

Porsha's hand was white as she gripped the glass. She hated when Jordan took on that nagging tone, her holier-than-thou attitude coming out plainly for all to see. Not that they noticed it. No, she had them all fooled. Everyone except her that is. Jordan could never do any wrong. Her mother and father and everyone else that they ever knew thought that. Well, Porsha would just have to prove them all wrong.

"Who asked you to meddle in my affairs," She snapped at Jordan,"Who the hell asked you to be born anyway? Stealing the show from the first moment you took a breath of air. I was born first. Noone asked you along for the ride."

She made her way over to the fridge and got out cold pizza and a left over beer. Opening it where her sister could see it, she took a long pull from it, smiling as she then bit into the pizza.

"As for that wimp you call a boyfriend," She said around a mouthful of pizza,"Give me ten minutes with him and I bet he wouldn't be so wonderful in your eyes. I could show him a side of life you only dream about, sister dear." She said making the endearment sound anything but pleasant. "One night with me and he wouldn't look at you twice."

She sat down to finish her 'breakfast' and thought about it. That just might be an idea. She made a mental note to see what she could do about Ken and his high and mighty ideas. The smile that came across her face was not a pleasant one.

"As for my friends, they aren't any of your business. Neither is my grades or anything else in my life. Go ahead and live the good life while you can, Jordan, and I wouldn't count on sticking around this dump for any length of time if I were you. You don't have what it takes to make it in the world of money and power. There is no place for those who refuse to take what they can and always feel sorry for the little guy. One of these days you will learn...you are the little guy."

Tossing her empty beer bottle on the floor, she got up and headed out of the kitchen for a bath and a change. She had to meet with Anthony. He had something she needed and she had a llittle errand for him to run.

 

[little_golden]

Kitchen Scene Unfolds

Jordan had always been a dreamer... and her twin sister a doer. Two young women so beautiful, yet, so very different in their personalities and outlooks on life.

"How can we be twin sisters?" Jordan thought to herself.

"I love helping people and being nice, but Porsha is just a selfish, greedy, power hungry and nasty woman. She uses people and spits them out like orange seeds from freshly squeezed juice. Just look at her, so raw and crude, a beer in one hand, cold left-over pizza in other and barely dressed from the night before. Worse still... she doesn't care about her image" pondered Jordan.


Porsha's voice turned aggressive and brought Jordan's attention back to Porsha:

"Who asked you to meddle in my affairs? Who the hell asked you to be born anyway? Stealing the show from the first moment you took a breath of air. I was born first. No one asked you along for the ride."

The words stung Jordan! "How could Porsha be so mean?" thought Porsha as she wiped a secret tear from the corner of her eye. But her words spoke volumes of their strained relationship.

Some of it was true enough. Jordan had been the apple of her parent's eyes. Better grades, more polite and more of a lady. Her kind hearted nature adored by her parents and older adults gave her a pleasing demeanor and upstanding reputation.

"Please use a plate for the pizza" suggested Jordan as she hurried to the upper cupboard to bring one down for her twin.

"Here you use this..." offerred but the look on Porsha face was frightening. She knew Porsha was getting angry and worked up. The next words sent a shiver through her:

"As for that wimp you call a boyfriend, give me ten minutes with him and I bet he wouldn't be so wonderful in your eyes. I could show him a side of life you only dream about, sister dear. One night with me and he wouldn't look at you twice."

Sometimes Jordan was a little naive. She lacked some of the rougher streetwise experience that Porsha seemed to have acquired. But she knew that Porsha was threatening her and her love for Ken.

"Don't tease me Porsha. Of course Ken finds you pretty and sexy - you are my twin. But beauty is more than skin deep and Ken and I are soul mates. We have a deep mature love not based on sex but on respect for each other. He treats me like a lady...." Jordan started to lecture Porsha.

No sooner had she finished her reply than she started to imagine Porsha with her Ken. It was a nightmare to her. She could see Porsha working so hard to seduce Ken or even pretending to be her just to fuck him first. That would be so awful if Porsha interfered once again..... Mentally she pictured her Ken being manipulated and used, her (Jordan's) reputation being damaged. The two of them in her bed, with him stroking her legs and then toying with her love button ... it was heart breaking!

Her mind flashed to a scene of her dreams of a big country house, a small brood of children, and big apple trees. Then she imagined Porsha right there, burning everything dowon and laughing as she ran off with Ken and her children..... It was terrifying!

Jordan nerver understood how Porsha could plant such strong images in her mind. It must be a twin thing she had decided. Somehow it was like Porsha could get inside her head and she acted as that little voice inside her.

At last the dark images faded as Porsha again spoke:
"As for my friends, they aren't any of your business. Neither is my grades or anything else in my life. Go ahead and live the good life while you can, Jordan, and I wouldn't count on sticking around this dump for any length of time if I were you. You don't have what it takes to make it in the world of money and power. There is no place for those who refuse to take what they can and always feel sorry for the little guy. One of these days you will learn...you are the little guy."

Again sharp words from Porsha. Truth was she didn't care about money or the family business. She didn't want to be mean to people. Couldn't everybody just be nice and get along.

Jordan mind recollected back to High School and a boy named Billy. She fought back the urge to cry as she remembered dating the boy for several months and really falling hard for Billy. Then one night at a school dance, while she had gone to check her make-up Porsha had moved in on Billy and before she had back to the gym the two of them had split for Lover's Lane. The next she had been in tears as Porsha had joyfully explained her sexual experience with Billy......


The rolling of beer bottle on the floor brought her mind back to focus.....

"I'm not your maid you know!" Jordan replied crossly to Porsha.

No sooner had Jordan finished her words than her mind again drifted into the imagery of her drifting around a big mansion carrying a tray of champagne glasses to dozens of wealthy successful business people. Dressed in the tiniest black lace French maid's outfit. Jordan felt very self conscience. What would her parents think? What would Ken say? What would their rich neighbors think? She could feel the men eyeing her and it caused a turn on within her. As she tried to avoid the stares of the men she could see the well dressed women in the room, looking at her as if she were some trash working girl. In the tunnel like view of her dream, she moves towards a couple in a corner...

"Sir, Madame, champagne?" Jordan asks in her polite server's voice. As the couple turns, Jordan is shocked to see Ken and Porsha, dressed to perfection, together. Porsha in an expensive red colored designer dress that fitted her snuggly to reveal her lovely figure and Ken in a spiffy black tux with a red cumberbun that matched Porsha's outfit. Suddenly they recognize her, they point their finger at her in a demeaning manner and then start laughing at her..... The feelings if humiliation are intense.

In the dream... Jordan drops the tray of champagne glasses causing an enormous crashing sound as the glasses shatter across the hardwood floor. Everyone turns, male and female guests alikes, and then a continuous chorus of laughter echoes across the room - at her expense. The finger pointing begins again.... her boss a short pudgy man arrives and starts yelling at her in front of everyone. Jordan can feel her face turning red. Utterly humiliated and embarassed Jordan sees herself running through the crowd.... desperate to escape.

The daydream evaporated as quickly as it had come. Jordan wasn't sure how many seconds had passed since it had started. A strange sense of foreshadowing fell over her. Life was soon going to take a turn for the worst.

Maybe she had been wrong to offer to set Porsha up with a friend of Ken's. Maybe she had made her feel bad. With mixed emotions inside of her, she wasn't sure what to do to try to patch things up.

 

[little_golden]

Uncle Bill (Narrative)

Old Uncle Bill was saddened by the loss of his only brother and sister-in-law three months ago. It had been such a sudden event and had thrown everything into chaos for his late brother's company and the lives of his twin daughters.

As he sat at his desk at the Vronwell Corporation, he pondered the fate of the company and the future of the twins. The Company had being very strongly despite weaknesses in the industry and market as a whole. The cosmetics were a hot commodity in many of the upscale boutiques and trendy shops.
If they could hold the board and the bankers together there would be a strong future for himself as acting CEO and the girls too.

Uncle Bill knew the terms of the trust all to well. He had helped to draft some of the trust provisions. It would be tough to see the girls surving three years together in the family estate. One or the other would go crazy and the other would inherit everything. It was a tough thing, but only the strong to survive......



For a moment he thought about the girls, well the young ladies. In his mind they were young, vibrant and beautiful. At eighteen he figured they didn't know enough to run the Vronwell Corporation nor to handle their father's investments. Even when they turned twenty-one he figured they would be no closer to have the skills, knowledge and experience to battle it out in the corporate world. Better for the girls to get married... to have a few babies and to leave the business to the men.

He looked at a portrait of his late brother and his family. Those twins certainly were an eyeful!

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Pulling up in front of his modest duplex apartment Ken looked down at his odometer and doing some quick figuring in his head wrote down in his auto manager log (34 mpg 102,000 miles, change oil next week.) not bad for in town driving he thought
He grabbed his briefcase contain the new material from the society for the prevention of cruelty to animals that he had received at the conference he had just attended and locking the door on his VW Jetta, he headed up the steps and into his home.
Checking his messages he was disappionted to find out that Jordan had not called. Since her parents death she had been procupied with her twin sister Porsha and Ken realized that they needed some time together to sort things out before they went back to the normal lives they had been living before the trajedy. He shook his head, it wasn't going to be easy he knew Jordan and Porsha were like fire and ice. He had thought at first he cold be of some help but he seemed to be in the way and Porsha and him had never seen eye to eye before and now the antagonism seemed to have increased. He decided to just let them be to work it out for themselves concentrating on his charity work and picking up where Jordan had left off, feeling at least he was helping out that way by giving her the time and space to deal with Porsha.

He sure wished she'd call though just to let him know she was thinking about him and to let him know how things were going. He hadn't seen her or heard from her for over a week now and he missed her terribly.

From the refrigerator he took some tofu and greens and made a nice salad. Adding just a tad of cold chicken and a couple of mushrooms, he made a nice snack before heading for the shower. Proud of the fact that he didn't drink or smoke, ate healthy, jogged two miles every day and meditated every morning . He Paused in the hallway, and looked in the mirror, running his hands through his sandy brown hair and looking into his blue eyes He could probably stand to lose a couple of lbs he thought even though 165 at 5'9" was considered trim to most.He flexed his abdominal muscles bent over and easily put his hands flat on the floor with out bending his knees. He did ten quick deep knee bends dropped down and did twentyfive pushups the last five with one hand and undressing jumped into the shower.

 

[little_golden]

The Guilty Call

Jordan finished cleaning up the kitchen. After loading the dishwasher, doing the hand dishes, getting rid of the empties, clearing away the garbage and mopping the floor, she felt as if the kitchen was somewhat clean. It was so frustrating living with Porsha! Maybe Porsha was right - maybe they needed a maid. But it seemed like such a waste of money. Porsha was always willing to waste away their inheritance if she had a chance.

She looked at the phone and thought about Ken. It was Porsha threats about Ken that suddenly motivated her to feel guilty about not giving him enough of her time lately. Jordan really did adore him and decided that she should phone him. They could always go out to dinner or something.....

Trying to be sneaky and hoping that Porsha was out of earshot she picked up the phone and punched in his number 823-6996.

The phone rang several times before she heard.....

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Why did the damn phone always have to ring when he was in the middle of a shower I'll let the machine get it he thought and then an image of Jordan crossed his mind and he jumped out and dashed to the phone.

"Hello."

He heard Jordans voice at the other end of the line and was glad that he had answered it. He hated talking to and getting messages from the machine.

"Yes it is good to hear your voice."
"Dinner? thats a goood idea, miss you, sugar."
"The green garden? yes I'll pick you up."
"ok, then I'll meet you there, 7 ish."

"bye then, love you."

I blew her an air kiss into the phone and hung up catching my breath and smiling, finally maybe things are back to normal. I grabbed a towel and mopped up my wet tracks from the bathroom. "Let's see, I've got a couple of hours maybe I'll read a bit before I dress." Going into the bedroom I pull a book from the shelf and grabbinga couple of pilllows prop myself up naked on the bed. Somehow I can't seem to get Jordan out of my mind anxious to see her again. I reached down and abesnt mindedly began to scratch my stomach near the edge of my pubic area Surprised to feel myself getting aroused I pulled back the skin on my semi erect penis and caressed the head, Thinking of Jordan again and imaging her hand where mine was. "Would she ever do that I wondered." Wwe had been going together for a year now and never seemed to get that far every time I tried to get her to touch me there she pulled away. She wanted to be a virgin she said when she got married that was fine with me, in fact I admired her for that but why couldn't we play around a little. We were both adults we should be able to control our urges, I had told her when they discussed it. She said she didn't trust herself and that ended the conversation. and I accepted it for now but I got so horney thinking about her and thought there were other ways to relieve the stress than sex.
Well, maybe now that we could be together more I'd try to talk to her again. for now I'd just have to settle for my hand or a cold shower.
I decide on mys hand and looking at a picture of Jordan imagining it was her doing it I brought myself to a climax.

 

[little_golden]

I hate it when it logs you off. My last post has vanished into cyberspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[little_golden]

Getting Ready For The Big Date

Jordan was in heaven as she heard the masculine yet charming voice of Ken as he answered the phone:

"Hello."

She felt silly and nervous as she explained:

"Hi Ken. I just wanted to call to see how you're doing..." Jordan explained lamely. At times like this she wished she had Porsha's confidence with men and her gift of the small talk. Boys had always made her nervous and when she was nervous she was more likely to say something goofy or to do something dumb - like trip over something.


"Yes it is good to hear your voice" she heard Ken tell her. This was the constant reassurance that she needed to hear. This was why she loved Ken so much. He was a gentleman and just so wonderful. Ken was the perfect man - patient, loyal, loving and he appreciated her for her sweetness, her self-respect and her lady-like manner.

They had talked so many times and he seemed to understand and respect her decision to put off sex until after they were married. Afterall she could wait so why couldn't he. It was the proper thing to do after all. Ken was so understanding.

When he suggested dinner, her face beamed with glee.

"Why sure. The Green Garden would be lovely. Yes - 7ish would be perfect" Jordan replied anxious to confirm their date. It would be so wonderful to get out of the house and away from Porsha for a while. Porsha was just so mean and negative, yet her Ken was just the opposite!

"Bye then, love you" Ken had spoken softly as she heard him kissing the receiver. It was a romantic gesture which she loved so dearly. Surely this was the perfect man - so romantic and genuine. She could picture them married in a big old house with children and animals everywhere - just so perfectly happy.

"Bye love!" she replied quickly as she hung up the phone. Glancing up at the clock it was almost 6 p.m. already and if she was going to be ready for 7 p.m. she was going to have to hurry.

Running through the kitchen, through the hall and up the staircase she rushed to her room. For the moment she forgot all about her twin sister as the panic of getting ready overwhelmed her. Now she wanted to look so perfect for her date.

Rushing into her room, she rumaged through her closet of outfits. She had alot of "nice" dresses but she sort of wanted to turn it up a bit to impress Ken. After a lot of searching she found a sweet looking yellow sundress and matching yellow shoes (flat heeled). She decided she could wear lovely pearl set with it but maybe that would be too much.

At times like this she wished she had her sister's fashion sense. She always had the perfect hair, the perfect make-up and the awesome outfit. Even though they were twins she had realized early in life that Porsha just had a knack for making herself look just a bit better in everything thanks to her fashion sense and beauty technicques.

"Porsha I'm going out with Ken" she yelled out to her sister.

"Can I borrow a dress?" she asked meekly. She expected a blast from Porsha but was hopeful nonetheless. Surely Porsha has something sexy and sophisticated in her massive collective of outfits.

She waited for Porsha but knew Porsha would reply only when she was good and ready.

"I'm stepping into my shower" Jordan explained as she hurried into her private bathroom. There she stripped off her outfit and looked in the mirror momentarily.

"I am pretty" she spoke aloud as she reminded herself trying to build her confidence for the date with Ken.

Jordan had the bad habit of talking to herself which came out unconsciously when she got nervous or upset.

"Yes, I have nice breasts" she told herself as she touched them quickly and shyly. They were 36C and just the perfect size for her. Unlike other women she didn't want "jumbo boobs" or those implants. What God gave her was just perfect - if not maybe a bit too big.... They were cream white comared to the rest of her tanned body. Her tan lines were all too evident (unlike her sister havingno tan lines at all).

"My hair!" she moaned as she inspected the long blonde locks that reached to her waist. Porsha was always suggesting she cut it short, and she suspected that Porsha was just anxious to make them look different.

"Porsha can you help with my hair?????" she yelled out.

At last she turned and turned the knobs for the shower and the water shot forth in streams. After a minute the room started to steam up and the water was hot and steam. Looking back to the mirror she was pleased with curvy figure and natural good looks........


As she stepped into the shower, the pulsating streams relaxed her completed and caused her to begin her daydreaming as the time quickly passed by.....

 

[poohlive]

Anthony parked his car in the ellaborate driveway. He just missed a rosebush, still shaking a few of the leaves came off. He got ouf of the car, and walked into the house.
He hadn't bothered to ring or knock for a few months now. No need, he wasn't the type of person to do that. They could wait for him, but damned to hell in a handbasket if he was going to wait for anyone else.
Out in the back they had a wonderful garden with a pool and a huge deck all around it. He couldn't help but wander out there from time to time to just take it in. He sat on one of the patio loungers outside, looking at the simple beauty around him.
She would be out soon, and they could talk.
He popped a couple of aspirin inot his mouth and began to chew them, something to get rid of the hangover.
It wasn't working.

 

[little_golden]

Mrs. Green (nosy neighbour)

Mrs. Green the widow, watched from across the street nehind the curtains to her living room. She had seen the car pull up the house of those nice young twin girls. She liked to keep an eye on them and the house to make sure everything was okay. After all she had nothing else to do, since she was close to 70 and widowed.

Yes, it was an expensive looking black car that had pulled up in the elaborate laneway of the twins. A bit of a lousy driver she figured - so she assumed it had to be a man, as she witnessed him almost running over one of those lovely rose bushes that the girls' mother had planted last summer.

He could see just the back of the man as he exited the car and walked into the house directly.

"Maybe he's a member of the extended family... or it that the family lawyer...." mumbled Mrs. Green to herself as she tried to figure out the business of the man.

"Hmmmmmm...." Mrs. Green now mumbled as the man had evaded her close scrutiny.

She decided she would just keep watching.

 

[little_golden]

At last she turned and turned the knobs for the shower and the water shot forth in streams. After a minute the room started to steam up and the water was hot and steam. Looking back to the mirror she was pleased with curvy figure and natural good looks........


As she stepped into the shower, the pulsating streams relaxed her completed and caused her to begin her daydreaming as the time quickly passed by.....

Oh how I love the shower and these wonderful pulsating jets of water. So soothing and delicious. thought Jordan as she worked a soapy sponge across her body. Momentarily she lingered on her big nipples and full breasts.

It caused her to think back to High School when some of the boys called her "Silver Dollar". The boys used to laugh and laugh at her expense. For more than four months she didn't know what the joke was until one day she found out that the boys were referencing that her aerolae were unusually large compared too most of the other girls in her class and hence the nickname which reflected her oversize.

Jordan, thereafter had always been very self concious about the big pink rings on her firm breasts. The boys would simply chant "Silver Dollar" and she'd blush and blush like a fool. Worst still the embarassment sent a sexual rush through her that stimulated her nipples and forced an erection causing her more embrassment and causing the boys to point and laugh all the more.

Oh why did God have to make them so big and obvious? Jordan complained to herself. Every so often she wished for smaller breasts, smaller less obvious nipples and smaller more dainty aerolae.

As she brushed the sponge across her nipples she felt them stirring under her own touch. Unable to resist, she touched them again and it felt great but made her feel very guilty.

What happened to Porsha? she wondered.

 

[SecretDesires]

OOC: Sorry for the delay everyone. Work has just about killed me off but I have changed shifts now and should be posting more often.

IC: Porsha had just gotten out of the shower when she heard Jordan calling for help. "Oh, that's goign to happen," She muttered to herself as she dressed in a pair of jeans which hung low on her hips and a shirt that showed just a hint of her navel as well as a good portion of her amble breasts.

Sweeping her long blonde hair up into a clip she nodded at the image in the mirror. She looked good and she knew it. She also managed to look a whole hell of a lot more fashionable than her twin who seemed to pick out the dowdiest, unimaginative things to wear.

She sat down to apply her makeup and think about what she had overheard on the phone. She had been going to call Anthony when she heard her sister's voice on the other end of the line. She had almost hung up not wanting to hear the sickening sweet mutterings of the lovebirds when she decided to listen in instead.

Now she was thinking about how she could use this to her advantage just as she was continuously thinking about how she could use anything she came across to more benifit herself. Her threat to her sister about Ken had been fermenting in the back of her mind and, the longer she thought about it, the better the idea seemed. She itched to show her sister what was really beneath her man's skin. And, maybe, she could break Jordan enough to eliminate her as a threat. She already had plans for that meddling uncle of theirs. He would be no problem at all as soon as she convinced Anthony he needed to do her a favor.

Hearing Jordan still in the shower, she made up her mind and picked up the phone hitting the redial button. She tapped her foot impatiently waiting for it to be answered. She was almost ready to hang up when she heard Ken's voice on the line.

Smiling, she dampened down her tone a bit to sound like her introverted twin and begin to speak in hushed tones.

"Ken, this is Jordan," She said not giving him any time to react,"I...I'm sorry. I can't make our date tonight. Something came up at the Children's Hospital. A volunteer called in sick and they really need me."

She listened to the confused and disappointed voice of her sister's boyfriend and had to hold back a laugh as she heard all that he didn't say in his voice. He was not happy that Jordan had chosen the hospital over him but he wouldn't make waves. He wouldn't say a damn thing to stop her. Just wait til she got her hands on him, he would be making more waves than Jordan could handle.

"Oh, I knew you would understand," She said in a breathless whisper,"I have to run. They need me right away and I will probably be working there pretty late. I will try and call you tomorrow."

Before he could hang up, she called to him. "Oh, wait. Could you come pick up a box of things for the soup kitchen? I promised them that I would bring it down for them and they really need it. You will? Oh, you are a dear. Yes, I love you too. Bye!"

She hung up the phone, repressing the urge to gag and smiled to herself. Jordan would be out of the house and, knowing her, she would wait at the resturant until doomsday not believing Ken would stand her up. That would give her plenty of time to work on the holier-than-thou church-going wimp without interference. He would learn sooner or later that she never went to the hospital and Porsha had the answer to that in the form of Anthony. A well staged accidental meeting and a few witnesses ought to smash whater there was between the two love birds and send Jordan into an emotional spin and make her very vunerable.

Going to her closet, she picked out a rather daring sleevless black dress with thin straps. Though the neckline was rather modest considering Porsha's usual dress, the back was cut low and the slits up the sides were just right for showing off the legs. A pair of high heeled black shoes and a sheer shoulder drape completed the outfit. Just the thing you didn't want to be seen in when you had broken a date with your boyfriend and were sitting at a table with another man. Especially when your sister was going to arrange to have pictures taken.

Grabbing her own jewlery box and make up kit, she headed into Jordan's room. Stepping in unannounced, she noticed that her sister was still in the shower. So much for tree hugging conservationism. Placing the items on the bed, she hurried out to where she had seen Anthony from the window. Grabbing her purse she took out her wallet and went outside, closing the sliding glass doors behind her.

Walking over to him with a walk that had caught the eye of more than one man, she stood over him until she had his undivided attention.

Tossing down a packet of bills into his lap, she said,"Get cleaned up and get some new clothes. Better get some good cologne to wash the smell of liqor off of you too. I have a job for you and, if you do it right, you will be a very wealthy man very soon. But I need you to get out of here before my sister sees us together. I don't want her suspicions roused. Go and get that done and get back here after she leaves and I will fill you in. And pay for the stuff I know you have as well as a little side errand."

Walking off, knowing that the promise of money as well as her own personal favor would stir him to do what she said, she went back to her sister's room, stopping herself from just barging in unannounced.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself with thoughts of the inheritance, she made her voice seem nice and friendly without too much nausea on her part.

"Jordan, I've been thinking," She said,"Maybe you're right. We do have to live in this house together and maybe we should at least try to get along. I laid out an outfit that will look good on you and, when you are done, I'll help you with your make up and we can pick out some of my jewlery for you to wear."

What I won't do to get what rightfully belongs to me anyway she thought with distaste as waited for her sister's answer.

 

[poohlive]

"Anything you say," He grabbed up the bills that had fallen every which way. He left a minute after, driving as fast as he could out of there.
A change, something nice, smelling pretty. He would hate to do all of this. Fancy his ass up, one of his personal pet peeves, but Porcha wanted him nice and clean.... something abounding from gutter trash, and he would do anything for her, and her money.
He set about to work.

(sorry to say, I need to leave for a little bit, a week... I'll be back on sunday though. Ready to pick it up again, love where this is going)

 

[little_golden]

Sisters Working Together At Last... Right!

With her long blonde hair at last washed, Jordan quickly turned off the shower and wrapped her dripping thin body in a soft white terrycloth towel. As she stood on the matching towel mat she wrapped her hair in a second towel in order to get the drippiing water from her face and neck. The bathroom was so steamy and warm that she felt elated, as if she was in a sauna. The thought of her date with Ken, her Mr. Perfect, had her softly humming in excitement. Life couldn't be better.

Jordan could picture the restaurant, with its fancy white linen tableclothes, the candles and the romantic background music. They would dine elegantly on foreign delicacies while sipping delightful French wine and then take a little taste of the pastries or cheesecake. It would be a wonderful beginning. After dinner they would stroll the beach hand and hand and listen as the rolling waves crashed into the beach. The beach will be a little dark apart from the moonlight and twinkling stars and just maybe they would have a little kiss.

Satisfied with a quick towel drying of her hair and after combing it out, she raced into her bedroom. Her first sight was the beautiful black designer dress laid out on her double waterbed. Quickly scanning the room, she was even more surprised to see Porsha waiting with a jewelry box and a make-up kit.

Oh she is going to help me. Thank God. I'm running late. I want everything to be so perfect.

"Oh thank you so much Porsha for helping me out. I'm already running late and your so good to help out" blurted out Jordan in her surprise to see Porsha there. Porsha always looked her best and having her help was indeed good fortune.

Giving a longer look at the fine dress on the big bed and the matching black high heels on the floor she exclaimed:

"What that dress certainly will make a statement" she told Porsha as she picked it up and pressed it against her body before the full length mirror.

Oh my God, it's a little short and kinda sheer, and look at the scoop at the back. How am I going to wear a bra? It's too open? fretted Jordan as she inpected the dress.

Maybe it shows too much. But at least its not one of my slutty's sister's micromini's. It's black which is classy. The heels are a little high too - but it'll make me seem taller and more model-like. Jordan thought as she continued to second guess the dress and her sister's fashion sense.

"You are just so fashionable Porsha. But do you think it's a little too much for me?" she pleaded with Porsha for an honest opinion.

What will Ken think? I'm sure it's falttering to Porsha but will it work for me. Of course it will - we're twins after all.

"I don't know if I have the attitude for it. It's a pretty dress don't get me wrong" Jordan continued with her own self debts about wearing such a pretty and sexy dress.

As she inspected the dress she noticed the sleekness of the outfit, given it was sleeveless and would hang on her small body with the two tinniest of straps. It was dainty and she would be the centre of Ken's attention in it. Heck, she'd be the center of attention in the whole restaurant.

The neckline is rather modest.... I do have a pretty back. The slits on the side weren't so high but definitely more than enough to catch Ken's attention... He'll love it... I'll be careful when I sit down and get up. .... The shoulder drape adds nicely to the overall look and gives a sexy allure too.... Yeah... I'll wear it! decided Jordan as she thought things over.

"I was thinking of pearls" explained Jordan to Porsha. "But do you have something better to suggest? You know these things better than I do. I want it to be just so perfect for Ken. He's a special guy and I want everything to be just perfect."

Jordan was pleased that this sisterly behaviour seemed be sparking a reconciation between the sisters. Porsha seemed so honest and genuine as she spoke:
"Jordan, I've been thinking... Maybe you're right.... We do have to live in this house together and maybe we should at least try to get along. I laid out an outfit that will look good on you and, when you are done, I'll help you with your make up and we can pick out some of my jewlery for you to wear."

"Oh Porsha! ... That would mean the world to me for us to be friends again. I'll forgive you for the past. Let's just be friends" Jordan went off on a rant overcome by her sister's change of heart.

"Let's do my hair first and then I'll slip into the dress. We can chat as you do my make up. I want to look just like you. You look so pretty and fashionable...... when you want to" Jordan rambled on as she looked at the clock and it was nearing 6:30 p.m.

"We have to hurry Ken is picking me at 7:00 p.m." Jordan explained.

The next thirty minutes flew by as Porsha took over getting Jordan ready. Porsha worked her magic, making Jordan's hair model perfect with a frizzy sexy look more like a night club groupie than a classy lady. It seemed to Jordan that Porsha had used up an entire bottle of hairspray to make her hair come alive. As she looked in the mirror, the hairstyle seemed to make her look more wild and crazy - more like Porsha that she cared for. But it was too late to change it and it did look incredibly model like and trendy.

The make-up was another story altogether. Porsha was no stranger to applying a wide range of cosmetics. By the time Porsha was done making up Jordan's face she barely reconized the sweet girl that used to be. She looked a lot more like her twin with foundation, thick pink lipstick brushed on, red blush to add colour to her face, mascara, eye shadow, and many more creams and beauty tips.

Oh my God! I look like Porsha! I have that plastic model look! Jordan mentally panicked. But as she looked in the mirror she knew that Porsha's magic had transformed her from plain to stunning beauty. Ken would certainly stand up and take notice.

Removing the towel she slipped into a delicate air of black lace thong panties and a matching bra. Slowly she slipped on the designer dress and looked at the full length mirror as she slowly spun around.

"Oh you can see the bra strap!" moaned Jordan. The rest of the dress looked stunning but a little skimpy for her normal tastes. But it was a far cry from the trampy stuff that Porsha wore out on the town.

"Probably her most conservative outfit" laughed Jordan as she looked to Porsha for her advice.

At that moment the grandfather clock in the living room struck seven and Jordan panicked as she slipped into the high heels.

"He's late. He's never late! Maybe I'm supposed to meet him at the restaurant! Oh Porsha can I borrow your car? I'll take good care of it. I can't ride a bike in this outfit" lamented Jordan.

"What do you suggest about the bra? Can you see panty lines?" asked Jordan nervously.

 

[SecretDesires]

Porsha sighed inwardly at her sister's lack of confidence. Still, it was that lack that would eventually allow Porsha to win this battle between them. Pasting a smile on her face she shook her head.

"Take the bra off," She said, and when Jordan hesitated she added,"Your breasts are firm and you don't need a bra with the dress. It is supposed to show off your back, not your front."

Helping a reluctant Jordan redress, she knew the lateness of the hour would make her take her twin's advice without too much trouble. Even if inside she doubted herself.

Standing back, Porsha viewed her work and nodded. "Good. The black of the dress will make it so you don't look braless and besides, your breasts are nice. There is no reason you shouldn't show them off a bit. We aren't at school anymore. Juvenile boys aren't going to be gawking and calling you names. Besides, Ken is the only one you need to impress and, believe me, he will be impressed."

She had to fight not to leer at that statement. Little did she know that Ken would not be seeing her in that outfit or any other if Porsha's plans worked out.

"Don't use my car," She said,"I am having trouble with the motor. Thats why my friend was here earlier. He was trying to fix it. I don't want you conking out on a lonely road. I already called a Taxi cab and it should be waiting for you outside."

Heading her sister's questions about how she knew so much about the date, she said,"Ken called and said something about meeting you at the resturant. I told him I would make sure you got there."

Just then a car horn sounded and she pressed the small black bag she had brought into Jordan's hands.

"Go! Before you keep the poor boy waiting."

Porsha stood at the head of the stairs as she watched Jordan run breathlessly down them and out the door, mumbling another round of thank you's and I'm so glad were friend's.

Once the door shut on her sister's back, she allowed a sneer to cross it.

"If you only knew, dearest sister....if you only knew."

 

[prometheus 2]

Ken

Kens face fell as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line. He couldn't say much, Jordan seemed emphatic about her need to break thier date to work at the childrens hospital. some times he felt they took advantage of her calling her at the last minute. they knew that Jordan had a hard time saying no.

Except to him. He remembered his earlier thoughts after his shower when he had gotten so horney thinking about her and not her not wanting to help him take care of his needs. Well it would be different after they were married maybe he should just push that issue instead of the sexual needs one, get married then enjoy the sex.

Somewhere back in his mind Ken felt uneasy about that too. If she was so distant and conservative before marrriage did that mean that she would be that way after marriage. He shuddered thinking of making love in the missionary position for the rest of his life not daring to explore the other pleasures of sex that he knew lots of people indulged in, for fear of interfering with Jordans sensibilities. So he was afraid to pop the question afraid of what that unknown might be.

He hung up the phone. Now she wanted him to pick up some things for the soup kitchen at her house. He hoped Porsha wouldn't be there, he couldn't bear spending time with her after Jordan let him down. If they weren't physically identical he wouldnt' hae guessed they were even related so different their personalities were. Well he wouldn't have to stick around and put up with her insolance. He'd just pick up the box and leave.

Arriving at the house he rang the bell and then when no one answered the intercom he tried the door. It was open and he let himself inside surely the box he was looking for would be near the door he thought. No box in the hall, maybe in the kitchen or the living room?

Quietly in case Porsha might be upstairs sleeping he headed inside.

 

[little_golden]

Off In A Bright Yellow Taxi Cab

Jordan had listened very careful to Porsha's fashion sense and was delighted at the way her hair had turned out.

A little stiff for my own licking - but's it's perfect and won't get messed up Jordan decided.

Why does getting ready for a date stress me out so much? Jordan mentally questioned herself.

As she hurried, she quickly slipped off the bra and tossed it on the bed. She wasn't 100% comfortable... but Porsha knew about these things and she'd have to trust her sister.

Oh the dress is so wonderful. I look like a fashion model - but it is a little risky. I'll have to be careful in it! she told herself.

Now she remembered Porsha was still with her and smiled at her sister. Porsha spoke confidently and with a certain reassurance that helped her:

"Good. The black of the dress will make it so you don't look braless and besides, your breasts are nice. There is no reason you shouldn't show them off a bit. We aren't at school anymore. Juvenile boys aren't going to be gawking and calling you names. Besides, Ken is the only one you need to impress and, believe me, he will be impressed."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" Jordan told Porsha in a sisterly fashion.

Jordan was shocked when she heard Porsha tell her:
"Don't use my car. I am having trouble with the motor. Thats why my friend was here earlier. He was trying to fix it. I don't want you conking out on a lonely road. I already called a Taxi cab and it should be waiting for you outside."

Her surprise at her sister's car problems faded as Porsha gave her a ready solution. Looking down at her watch it was past 7:00 p.m. and she was worried about being late for Ken. Now that her sister had confirmed with Ken that they were meeting at the restaurant.

"BEEP! BEEP!" blared a car outside and Jordan knew the taxi was there waiting.

At that moment, Porsha pressed a small black bag she had brought into Jordan's hands.

"This is perfect! Thanks sis!" replied Jordan as she added a few more intems into the little purse. She had no idea what was already in it but she wanted a few of her personal items/

"BEEP! BEEP!" the horn blared again causing Jordan more agitation.

"Go! Before you keep the poor boy waiting," Porsha had told her.

"Can I wear your diamond set?" asked Jordan in a panicky fashion and seeing her sister's nod she scooped up the diamond earrings and the matching pendant on the slick white gold chain.

With that last encouragement, and feeling like a nervous midel on her first show, Jordan had started a rush out of her room, down the stairs and out the front door to the waiting taxi cab.