Guess who's coming for dinner?

"What's the matter, Major Hottie?" asked Montana. "You haven't touched a bit of your dinner this evening."

"I guess I'm not very hungry," said Brooke, still cringing from having to be the only naked person in a room full of people. "I'll just have water."

"Well, you have to eat something, Major Hottie," said Montana. "Otherwise, you'll just waste away to skin and bone."

"Oh, stop fussing over her, Montana," said Rio. "You're starting to sound like her mother, not her friend."

"Er, what?" asked Brooke.

"Rio's right," said Roxanne. "You do sound a bit like her old lady, Montana."

Sharona laughed. "Yeah, she's Brooke's old lady, all right. Only she's not her mom."

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Brooke.

Rio smirked. "She means that you and Mrs. Jones over there apparently have a thing going on."

Roxanne smiled. "And you both know that it's wrong but it's much too strong to let it go now."

Brooke turned to Montana and said, "I don't get it. Is your last name Jones?"

"Oh, they're just jealous," said Montana. "If they got half the attention from their significant others that I give you --"

"Wait!" cried Brooke. "Are you saying you're my significant other?"

Montana paused and rolled her eyes. "No, Major Hottie. I'm just saying that --"

"Oh, we could care less about your connection with Montana, Brooke," said Roxanne. "It's not like anyone of us here wants to imitate Margaret. I just think it's funny. That's all."

"Well, I guess I probably should eat something," said Brooke, "but I've just been so worried. You see, out by the dock, I thought I saw something."

"What was it?" asked Rio.

"A dark-haired, Latin figure," said Brooke. "Looked a bit like the Night Stripper."

"Oh, it couldn't have been him," said Montana. "He's probably miles away from here."

"But suppose he isn't?" asked Brooke.

"Oh, please," said Montana. "Can you imagine Margaret allowing a guy like that to trespass on this property?"

Just then a dark-haired Latino figure burst into the dining area, brandishing a pair of scissors. "My name is Richard Ramirez the Night Stripper and I am here to do the Devil's work," he said. "I intend to strip all you little girls and teach you to obey my Lord and Master in Hell."

"Geez," said Sharona. "That Margaret's really falling down on the job."