What’s the 411?

"Geez, show a little humility, mister," Bridget said, playfully sarcastic, upon entering the cabin's foyer from the outside. Taking off her coat, she added, "Nobody is going to call you Humble Harvey any time soon."

“I didn’t mean it literally,” Harvey shot back, knocking his boots against the doorframe to shake off the snow before entering. “I know it’s not as large as a tree trunk.”

“Gee, it’s not? Tree trunks do add rings with age, but they also bend permanently,” Bridget teased, tapping her chin. “Maybe that Big Dick Diamond nickname went to your head. I think you need that big head brought down to size a little."

"I think you proved your point enough by stomping on that branch, missy. Or do you want this huge head to teach you a lesson about being a smart ass?" Harvey challenged, swinging his hand out to slap the blonde's butt.

Only Bridget managed to avoid the contact by leaping out of the way. Once she realized that Harvey couldn't follow while removing his boots, the respected doctor stuck out her tongue while shaking her toned ass enticingly. Continuing the game, Bridget stopped at the end of the foyer while still in Harvey's view to lean against the wall to stick her wagging booty out into the air.

“Somebody’s asking for a spanking!” Harvey roared, stomping menacingly down the hallway.

Bridget playfully giggled until she rounded the corner and entered the cabin’s great room. Immediately, she spotted an issue and sounded, “Uh-oh.”

“What?” Harvey questioned, noticing her changed tone.

“I hope you don’t have a leak,” Bridget remarked, raising her head to look at the ceiling.

“A leak?” Harvey repeated. His eyes initially raised to the ceiling as well before dropping down to see the puddle of water on the hardwood floor behind one of the sofas. Knowing his recently constructed cabin had already experienced several intense rainstorms, his eyes narrowed. “I do have a leak, and its name is Whitney.”

“Don’t blame me,” his daughter’s voice called back from around in the kitchen.

The two parents walked over to find their respective teenagers at each end of the kitchen island. Sean sat at the far end near the sink, staring at the remaining crumbs on a plate. Closer to the dining room, Whitney sat sulking on a stool while she picked at her sandwich. Sean’s attention occasionally flickered toward the half-eaten sandwich.

“You’re not to blame? Then who is, pumpkin? Frosty the Snowman?” Harvey questioned.

“Did you change robes?” Bridget inquired, noticing a difference.

Harvey noticed that his daughter had changed out of her favorite at-the-moment skimpy navy blue robe. Instead, she wore an older plaid flannel robe, which she usually brought to the cabin in case of cold weather. Although it wasn't meant to be sexy, Whitney's body had filled out since she originally purchased it several years prior.

“Sean! Why are you only wearing a towel?!” his mother exclaimed, finally realizing what he wore.

“Because he’s an idiot,” Whitney said sullenly.

“That’s not nice to say,” Harvey growled.

“I can’t find my clothes. Where did you put the bag I brought back from the hotel? Everything else is out in the bunkhouse,” Sean pointed out, gesturing to his cast.

“I think I put it upstairs last night. Or is it still out in the car?” Bridget wondered.

Harvey caught her concerned expression. He hadn't tried to get into his ice-covered SUV yet today. It might have thawed out enough earlier, but the temperatures started dropping again with the sun setting. Frankly, he'd purposely avoided dealing with the damage to the side of the vehicle due to the other issues around the cabin.

“I have to check on the boathouse again. Hopefully, the power will come back on soon, but I’m not holding my breath. I need to add more wood to the bunkhouse stove so I can grab a few things for Sean,” Harvey offered. “But that doesn’t explain the puddle in the other room.”

“Ask Towel Boy,” Whitney directed, not looking at Sean but gesturing at him with her thumb.

“Sean?” Bridget queried.

“She was teasing me again! She’s been doing it all day. You saw it at breakfast,” Sean defended himself. However, his mother waited for a further explanation. “The superbrat revealed why she was teasing me. Then, she pranced down the hall and when I followed, I found her bent over the couch with her robe up. Mom, she wagged her ass at me!”

Bridget glanced over at Harvey, who raised his eyebrows while holding in a chuckle.

“And why has Whitney been teasing you?”

"I, uh, don't want to say," Sean muttered, uncomfortable discussing the queen bee's theory about becoming step-siblings.

Bridget rolled her eyes at Harvey before running her hand over her mouth.

“Sean, sometimes when a young lady likes a young man, she’ll—”

“That brat doesn’t like me!” Sean interrupted, causing Whitney to laugh at the suggestion.

“Fine! When a sexual woman wants to get fucked, she’ll bend over and shake her ass to get a cock inside her,” Bridget clarified in exasperation.

“Is that why you were wiggling your ass at me on the way inside?” Harvey questioned in mock ignorance.

“Eww! I don’t need to hear that,” Sean responded, scrunching his face in disgust.

Closing her eyes, Bridget pinched her brow at her son’s reaction. It’s not like we didn’t have sex or anything last night! Now, he gets grossed out thinking about me and Harvey. He watched us fuck twice today already, for fuck’s sake.

“Okay, what did happen?” Harvey asked, taking over the conversation. He directed the question at his daughter, who sighed but answered.

“So there I was bent over the couch with my robe lifted up, and that killjoy told me he needed some water,” Whitney recounted. She flung her words out as if they were accusations.

“Oh, boy,” Harvey sounded, sensing where the story might go.

"Mr. Priggy returned while unscrewing the water bottle. Only he didn't stick his dick in and screw me; he poured the bottle down the back of my robe. He told me I need to chill out and stop being bossy!"

“Sean!” Bridget squealed. “That’s not how I raised you. Apologize…Harv?”

Bridget’s order drifted off as Harvey slapped Sean’s shoulder with a hearty laugh.

“That’s my boy!” Then, Harvey caught the two glares from the pair of buxom blondes. “Hey, the kid’s learning. If you don’t push back, the pumpkin patch gets out of control.”

“Did you just refer to me as a pumpkin patch?” the cheerleader captain growled.

Patting Whitney’s shoulder, Bridget gave the girl’s father a dirty look. After holding that glare for a few seconds, she marched past Sean to grab a towel from a drawer. Harvey found it flung in his face with an order to clean up the mess. Finally, on the return pass, she slapped the back of her son’s head before stopping to whisper a suggestion in Whitney’s ear.

“Um, is anybody going to eat the last sandwich in the fridge?” Sean risked asking.

“Do you deserve it?” his mother challenged.

“Go ahead, buddy! We’ll make more,” Harvey called from the other room.

A momentary grin appeared on Whitney’s face with her point proven, only for it to vanish when she became horrified and slightly jealous of her dad taking Sean’s side. Still, Bridget had backed up her anger.

“Boys,” the walking teenage dream muttered.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Harvey questioned, noticing Bridget picking up the phone.

“Calling Tinny.”

“Isn’t that a long-distance call, ma’am?”

“You already had your payment. I even swallowed. Don’t push your luck.”

Whitney snickered as Sean coughed on his soda.

Dialing the number without even a thought, Bridget didn’t even get a chance to say hello.

“About damn time! I’ve been calling fucking nonstop all day! It’s nice of you to come up for some air, slut,” Tinny remarked as her way of answering the phone.

“Happy New Year to you too, bitch,” Bridget shot back.

Whitney raised her eyebrows at the respected doctor’s language as she glanced over her shoulder at Bridget. However, Sean barely acknowledged the way his mom talked to her oldest, closest friend. He was too busy scarfing down his second sandwich.

“Harvey sleeping next to you?”

“Nope. He’s on his hands and knees,” Bridget replied truthfully, leaning out of the kitchen to check on the man in question.

“He’s going to pound you while you’re on the phone with me? It's been a long time since that happened,” Tinny commented, causing a ruckus in the background. “You girls didn’t hear that…and don’t get any ideas! Is that better, honey?”

“No, it’s not,” Bridget responded, answering for Ned. Then, the two best friends jointly laughed. “No, really, have you been calling all day? It never rang, but everything else is down.”

“Nah, I just woke up. Hungover too,” Tinny admitted.

“It’s past lunchtime there. Can’t hold your liquor these days, huh, old woman?” Bridget teased.

“I can hold my liquor just fine, thank you!” Tinny defended before she responded to a comment at her house. “Shut up, Ned! Go watch a game or something.”

“Uh-oh, Did Ned wake you up too early? Don’t copy me and divorce him over it,” Bridget remarked.

“He did wake me up! Some crap about the girls needing to be fed. They’re sixteen, not six!” Tinny yelled, directing her comment to her husband as he left the room. “Actually, I think he’s regretting telling the twins that today was a family day, so they couldn’t leave the house.”

“They bouncing off the walls like their mother would have?”

“What do you mean by would have? I still got it,” Tinny boasted before groaning.

"Uh-huh. Sure you do," Bridget replied. Yet, she didn't give her closest confidante time to respond to her mocking tone. "See? That's why I didn't call earlier. I always remember the time difference."

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a genius, doc,” Tinny said sarcastically before getting down to business. “Okay, so you saw the video, right?”

“Video? There’s a video? Of what?” Bridget repeated, causing the two teens sitting behind her to perk up. They shared a look as they suspected what video Tinsley meant.

“WHAT?!? Wait, have you seen any of them? Not even the ones from last night?”

“Hold on. What happened last night, and what happened today? Did the twins get in trouble again?” Bridget questioned, assuming the miniature versions of her BFF must have done their usual escapades.

Sean's eyes widened at the potential trouble the twins might have caused.

“Is there a video of Peyton pouring the syrup on Lana?” Harvey yelled over, finishing drying the floor.

“What?! Peyton did that? When? Nobody told me that! Oh, Nate’s going to hear about it,” Tinny complained.

“If that’s not what you meant, what did happen? Wait, start with last night,” Bridget said, trying to organize her hyper friend’s thoughts.

“Let me see…what happened first…ooh! The twins did get into some shit,” Tinny began, causing two proud shouts from her side of the line. “Remember how Crystal had the fucking nerve to show up at my best friend’s foundation event?”

“I did see the cheating whore before we left,” Bridget reminded her. “I think our dads gave Brandy permission to get ****.”

“And then Dee up and vanished!”

“That’s right. She did. But in her rare defense, I will point out that she was helping Fawn save Rollie Swift’s granddaughter from a Klackhurst bar,” Bridget revealed.

“Hearst’s kid?”

“Hillary’s.”

“Ugh! She always came off as snobby. I liked Hearst better,” Tinny stated. “How did that happen? Is she a little hoodlum? A sex-crazed delinquent?”

“Not even close. Ramsey followed somebody from the political rally.”

“Yeah, I heard about that and the allegations against Clive. Wait, who names their daughter Ramsey?” Tinny scoffed.

“Gee, I wouldn’t know, Tinsley,” Bridget replied, stressing her bestie’s name.

“Not even close to being the same. Still, I can’t believe Dee left Teddy hanging that way.”

“Oh, you really are out of the loop on this one. Brandy and Fawn recruited Teddy and Nate for their jailbreak/rescue mission.”

“Shit, that’s why they were gone? I just thought they went somewhere else for drinks. I was way too busy laughing my ass off about Crystal to ask questions about that,” Tinny admitted, hinting more at what Bridget wanted to know.

“Tin,” Bridget prodded, well aware of how she could get side-tracked on a story.

“Yeah, right, sorry. Okay, so guess who was in charge of the **** operation?”

“Gee, I don’t know. You did mention the twins, duh. Although I don’t know how they managed to do anything from the middle of the Pacific Ocean,” Bridget stated, causing Sean’s eyes to grow even wider with the potential implications for himself.

“Nat and Noelle helped mastermind the plan. Wait, check that. Eden concocted the **** method. You know, the girls have worn off on her quite a bit. It’s wonderful to see.”

Bridget shook her head, knowing the twins’ best friend, Eden Bledsoe, might be almost as devious as them. People often joked about what her trio would be like without a sensible girl like Cassie to keep things from getting too out of hand. Tinny’s girls had managed to form just such a triad of mischief.

"But the plan's genesis came from the most unexpected place and warms my heart. Cassie might be horrified at what they did, but she'd absolutely loved seeing her nieces team up with Teddy's kids. I knew Olympia didn't ruin them completely," Tinny said.

“Whoa! Serinda and Sanna dragged Tenille into getting **** on Crystal?” Bridget questioned, actually feeling shocked.

“Little Trey was involved, too! Wait until you see the video of what he did. It's plain adorable,” the petite brunette gushed, sounding immensely proud of her nephew. “And that’s not all of it. They put together quite the squad. My girls brought in Juliana and her best friend.”

“Jules was involved?!” Bridget repeated, really causing Sean to worry and wish that Harvey had bought one damn modern phone with a speaker. “Just how many kids got dragged into this thing?”

“That’s not even close to the full squad roster. It sounds like Jules pressured Zoey Gibble into helping. Damn, I actually thought your text about getting her sister the morning-after pill was a joke.” A loud scream sounded in the background. “Calm down! JoJo’s not pregnant. Wait, she’s not, is she, Bee?”

“Not yet, at least. But that girl does seem to have a fetish for getting cummed in,” Bridget said, sighing at the potential problem for the future.

Whitney chuckled at the way Sean turned green over the side of the conversation they could hear. Gawd, he gets uncomfortable so easily. Why would I ever stop teasing him?

Tinsley went on to explain how Zoey brought in her friends Robin and Winnie, along with a couple of Babybees, to help as ground troops for the **** plan. After hearing how Peyton took charge of the JV squad, Bridget began to seriously wonder about the level of involvement the Babybees got into last night. Did they rival her and Tinny's wild bunch back in the day? Or maybe even Brandy's delinquent batch of Babybees that ended up with mass suspensions? She should ask Whitney about the group later, as she expected them to be around the house a lot with their vow to help take care of Sean.

“Holy shit!” Bridget shrieked, finally getting to the part about the Bank sisters dumping honey on Crystal. “Little Trey threw pillow feathers on her? Oh, I need to see that and see it now!”

The blonde threw up a finger to shush Harvey, Whitney, and Sean, who all wanted more details. However, Tinny first had to repeat how Crystal blamed Sander and Cherry for setting up a trap for her.

"As if Sandy could ever concoct a plan like this," Tinny scoffed at Cassie's boring younger brother. "The best part is that everyone else thought Brandy was behind it, but she wasn't! A bunch of kids did the whole thing, and the oldest ones were sixteen."

Bridget gasped at Crystal’s threats to have the little kids arrested, though she smiled at hearing how Brandy stepped in with her own threats to protect Teddy and Sandy’s kids. She’d do the same in a heartbeat for Peyton and Sean.

“Of course, Dee hit the bitch in the face with her purse for that threat. Then, the dumbass who married the whore tried to intervene, but my brother clocked the fucker!” Tinny boasted.

Bridget didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Brandy and Teddy were truly like siblings. They were constantly bickering before having their backs, no matter what. She found it comforting how her children had similar friendships, though Sean and JoJo hardly argued with one another.

“Whoa! That sounds crazy,” Sean commented after Bridget finally retold them the details.

“Sounds like the same old Brandy to me,” Harvey chuckled.

“I’m not done with Dee yet,” Tinny announced, overhearing Harvey’s comment. She immediately launched into the next big event with video footage.

Everyone in the kitchen watched in shock and concern as Bridget dropped the phone. Fortunately, Harvey’s obsession with making the cabin feel like another era meant the phone had a cord that stopped it from hitting the floor. The cabin owner immediately swooped in to grab the receiver while the two teenagers asked what happened.

“Yeah, she did drop the phone,” Harvey replied to Tinny’s guess.

“Oh. My. Gawd,” Bridget finally uttered.

“Mom? Is everything okay?” Sean asked with a sinking stomach.

"They did? Who? Oh, wow! Yeah, that's Spencer Vine. I do know him. He works for our company. Good kid. Helped us move Sean around the mansion the other day, " Harvey continued the conversation until Bridget recovered in time to snatch the phone back.

“Wait, Brandy is banned from ever being in charge of the Babybees again. Yes, you do know why she lost those alumni privileges. Well, don’t be so damn proud of losing them as well!” Bridget snapped, her mind whirling with the revelations. “Hang on. Was this the reason Peyton and Lana got into a fight this morning? That’s about Finn. Rachel told me, but one never knows the real reason. Yeah, that does make sense. Did she…end up with one of them last night?”

Whitney caught on quickest and perked up when she realized something happened with Peyton last night. Spencer’s pretty hot. Good for Peyton if she did ride that last night.

“What do you think?” Tinny shot back over the line at her best friend. “Apparently, she dropped Nate and that Eoin off at their rooms. Or I should say, she dropped Nate off at Teddy’s room. That damn girl missed a chance for the best wedding ever!”

“Ohmigawd! Do our parents know about this dance-off? Did they see it?”

Sean whipped his head around to stare at his mother. What the hell is a dance-off, and how is Pey involved?!

“They know. Didn’t see it live, but it sounds like there is a ton of camera footage out there. I can’t decide who sounded more ecstatic, your mom, my mom, or your dad. My dad seems pretty chill about the whole thing. You know, I didn’t think Nate had a shot until seeing the video,” Tinny admitted about her son. “Imagine if Finn and Lana also end up together. Talk about joining the families. What? No, it’s not ending up in a Red Wedding like A Game of Thrones, Natalie! Nor the purple one, Noelle! Geesh, don’t ruin my moment. No, you better not make plans just in case. Your brother ruins his love life enough on his own.”

Bridget shuddered as she imagined what the Toone Twins might do to wreck a wedding someday. Still, the odds of them doing it to anyone but Jared’s possible bride were pretty low. They’re devilish, not straight-up devils.

“Sorry, Tin. If I had to choose between those three, my money’s still on Eoin ending up with Pey over Nate. And she has had a crush on Spencer since high school. Yeah, you knew that. Sloane, his sister, was Lana’s co-captain,” Bridget reminded her while Sean finally caught on to the topic.

Sensing the need for details, Bridget paused again to relay the whole story to her listeners. Sean's mouth seemed permanently open, and he was shocked that his sister had become the center of attention. His only thought was the level of Peyton's anger over being put in front of everyone like that. Harvey felt relieved that his actions hadn't ruined the charity ball, while his daughter loved the idea of a dance-off for Peyton. She beamed with pride over the Babybees helping plan it and mentioned how they made up for a terrible bunch of junior-year cheerleaders.

“If that all happened last night, what happened today?” Harvey questioned, realizing an event hadn’t been mentioned yet.

Sean and Whitney shared a look. Lacey had already divulged today’s monumental exposé to them earlier.

Harvey didn’t expect Bridget’s reaction. Initially, he shot forward, concerned that the older blonde had suffered a seizure. It only took a few seconds for him to rethink that assumption. Instead, the lovely doctor had descended into an uncontrollable giggle fit. It kept going and going.

“Hey, don’t pee your pants over there!” Tinny yelled over the line. “I think I did a little when I heard, but in my defense, I’m also a bit drunk still.”

“Bee?” Harvey queried, his hands still hovering near her just in case.

“Don’t worry, Dad. Lacey already clued us in. Bridget might be laughing for a while,” Whitney speculated. Looking over at Sean, she nodded before revealing the big event. “It seems Brandy and Miss Graff took Mrs. Rusk–Oh, that woman’s sure had a crazy couple of days. Sorry! So they used a stolen keycard to let her into Uncle Larry’s soon-to-be ex-wife’s hotel room this morning. Guess who they found fucking Kimberly? Austin!”

“What?!”

“Don’t forget that Oscar Vargas was fucking her, too,” Sean added, causing Harvey to gasp.

“I guess there is footage of Mrs. Rusk beating up Kimberly before berating Austin. School is going to be so much fun this week,” Whitney declared. “Oh, no! Is Uncle Larry going to be okay?”

Harvey smiled gratefully at his daughter for worrying about his old friend.

“Don’t worry, pumpkin. We’ll see that he’s fine. I’ll make some calls to mutual friends. We’ll put some stuff together to keep him active and distracted.”

Eventually, Bridget managed to get her laughter under control. That brought a question to her mind.

“I know Brandy and Fawn never liked Kimberly very much, but going to that sort of trouble seems odd,” Bridget remarked to Tinny. Then, she heard a startling comeback. “The bitch did what to my son?!”

Sean froze as his mom swung around to stare at him. Simultaneously, Whitney hopped off the stool to go stand next to Sean. She wrapped a protective arm around his shoulder and announced, "Don't worry, Bridget. I was there when she pulled her crap in the cave. Me and a few of the girls gave her a warning yesterday morning to leave Seanie alone or else."

Sean reassured his mother that he was alright.

"Seriously, Mom, I'm fine. She came on to me a few times, but I put her off. I don't think she'll try again."

“Damn straight, that bitch won’t ever try again. I’m going to knock her fucking teeth out. Nobody touches my kid that way!” Bridget growled, causing Tinny to make cat sounds from her side of the phone.

“Gawd, you’re so damn sexy right—” Harvey began to say before Bridget spun around to cover his mouth with her hand. She motioned toward the phone.

Whitney picked up on Bridget’s desire for secrecy first.

“Gawd, I can’t believe that bitch snowballed your cum into my mouth! What a nasty fucking whore!”

Bridget mouthed a thanks while putting her hand over her heart. Despite Tinny being her best friend and closest confidante, she didn’t need her knowing about Harvey just yet. Actually, no one outside of the cabin could know anything right now. It would only complicate her divorce or hurt her reputation. Tinny wouldn’t care, but she’d drive Bridget crazy in her need for details.

“Don’t worry. Kimberly is going to pay,” Bridget declared loudly into the phone.

“She always was a jealous bitch,” Tinny remarked. “And speaking of jealousy, should I be envious of what’s happening over there?”

“Why? Nothing is happening here unless you find checking on a generator or picking up fallen tree branches to be hot.” Bridget motioned at Harvey and pointed in the direction of the boathouse.

“Oh!” Harvey exclaimed before covering his mouth. Then, he cleared his throat to speak loudly. “Let me get some extra clothes from the bunkhouse for you, buddy.”

“Thanks, Mr. Diamond!” Sean added for effect.

“Gee, I don’t know, Bee. There you are, a woman who hasn’t had a solid round of sex in years, stranded in a cabin with the town’s most notorious playboy. Sounds potentially steamy,” Tinny speculated.

“I’m stranded with Jack Foscue?” Bridget questioned in mock shock.

After grabbing his coat and boats from the front foyer, Harvey returned to exit through the sunroom. He paused only momentarily upon hearing his rival’s name dropped. Whitney raised her eyebrows as if daring her father to respond. He knew better than to say anything but did flip off Bridget before leaving. The two blondes shared a silent laugh.

“Hell yeah, I’m thinking this sounds like a very steamy romance novel. The type that’s basically porn. A gorgeous, buxom doctor who struggles to find love or the time to date suddenly gets her car stuck in a snowbank in the middle of nowhere,” Tinny began. “With temperatures dropping, our poor, neglected doctor starts to worry. However, she’s saved by the lumberjack hermit. He pulls her out of the car before carrying her down the road for several miles to his cozy cabin.”

‘Did you know your dad’s a hermit and lives in a cozy cabin?” Bridget asked Whitney with a laugh.

“Soaking wet and shivering from the snow and sleet, our doctor needs to be warmed up fast. So our hulking Paul Bunyan, ignoring all modestly, strips the busty doctor of her clothes before laying her in front of the roaring fireplace. There, on top of the bearskin rug, Big Lumberjack whips off his pants to reveal a big, fucking axe of a cock. He knows the best way to save our poor, needy doc is to heat up her barren box. Which is precisely what I bet Harvey did to you last night, you slut.”

Following along with Tinny’s tale, Bridget shivered like her fictional character. She also squeezed her thighs together while peering out the kitchen toward the fireplace and bearskin rug. Her best friend nearly hit the nail on the head. Only Harvey hadn’t laid her on her back. He’d taken her a few hours prior on the rug while on her hands and knees. Still, Bridget felt her control slipping and knew Tinny would pick up on it.

Thankfully, Ned provided a momentary distraction.

“Well, if you don’t like my audiobook reading of Bridget’s sinful romance novel, then go watch the game at the resort. Actually, take the twins with you. My head is fucking pounding,” the petite brunette told her husband. “As if the girls haven’t heard way worse around here.”

**** to shift attention from herself before the truth came out, Bridget threw another pair under the bus.

“Actually, you need to change up your characters, Tin. Guess who rewarded her hero this morning with their first fuck?”

“No fucking way! Sean and Whitney fucked? With just you guys there?”

“We even walked in on them,” Bridget teased, causing her BFF to squeal with delight for her son.

Whitney smirked as she didn’t care, but Sean placed his head on the kitchen island and covered it. He knew the news would travel around his mom’s circles of friends, and it would spread swiftly.

Suddenly, his head shot up.

Uh-oh, I hope Jules doesn’t freak out.