GH2017.48 A Caddy 'n' Cocoa Butter

A small compound along the rocky coast of Tunisia. Tall, thick sandstone
walls surround the inner buildings. By remote, the gate opens allowing a
limo with tinted windows to enter. As the car stops before the main house,
two people exit the car.
Jerry: (Bowing slightly to his companion) Welcome to my home. Or at least
one of them.
Georgie: You are such a good catch; how have you stayed free so long? So
I can get rid of this? ( She plucks at the chador)
Jerry: It's totally private. All the staff have worked for the Jacks
family for years but I called ahead and gave them the week off. (Comically
leering at her) Darlin, you could run around stark naked if you want.
Georgie: Don't start something you won't finish. But you bring up a point.
No one will believe I have been to a tropical paradise unless I get some
color and I didn't bring a suit.
Jerry: (They start walking toward the house) How did you manage that?
Georgie: Okay, so I forgot one little thing. I was a little busy with YOUR
daughter.
Jerry: Don't even use Cari as an excuse. She would've been fine with Stefan
and Laura. You're the one that complicated things.
Georgie: And she'll be much happier because I did. I forgot to tell you.
When I called Laura this morning, she told me that Cari was out having a
driving lesson with Lucky. (Jerry blanches) You know, you are looking a
little pale--perhaps you need some sun too?
Jerry: You are a cruel woman, Georgie Jones. (They walk into the house)
Georgie: (Shivering) It is cold in here.
Jerry : Not really, it just seems that way. The walls are thick to keep out
the heat and the winds. The fans keep the air circulating. Nothing has
changed here in hundreds of years.
Georgie: You do have a computer here, don't you?
Jerry: Of course, all the mod cons. Let me show you the courtyard.
Georgie: (Inhaling sharply at the sight) Oh Jerry, it is beautiful. (She
walks to the fountain and runs her fingers through the pooled water.) And
the flowers, their colors are so bright. How can you bear to leave here?
I'd never leave.
Jerry: It does leave the insanity of the world behind, doesn't it? But I
wasn't meant to be a lotus eater and neither were you. This place will
recharge your batteries and then you'll be ready to kick some ass.
Georgie: You've got to stop worrying about me! I'm fine.
Jerry: I'm not your father, just your partner. Tell you what-- there are
some suits in the room over there. Why don't you go put one on and I'll fix
you that Margarita I promised you? It is after five somewhere in the world.
You can get some sun before it gets too hot while we wait for the most
recent info to come in. I won't be able to get to the bank until tomorrow.
Georgie: (Looking around the courtyard longingly) We have time?
Jerry: Darlin', we'll make time. This is your vacation. Go change. I'll
be out in a bit, and I'll bring the cocoa butter.
Georgie: You are a man of your word, Jerry Jacks. ( She tugs his beard
gently so that he will bring his face down for a chaste kiss) I like that
about you.
Jerry: I'm definitely gonna get rid of this beard if you keep tugging on
it. (He sees Georgie's eyes light up) Let me guess, you brought the
straight razor? I'll have to think about this. (He holds his hands out as
if weighing the decision) Georgie with a sharp object versus Georgie
pulling on my beard. Hmmm it's a tough one. (She punches him in his good
arm playfully) Owww. Leave me some undamaged limbs please. (He tenderly
kisses her on the top of the head) Go change. There will be time enough
for everything.

Back in Port Charles, A pink Cadillac is pealing out of the poorly lit
parking lot at the warehouse. Tires scream as the corner is taken sideways,
then the car smoothly accelerates out of sight its taillights fading into
the darkness. Two men converse outside of their cars.

Stefan: (ruefully) He has absolutely no regard for the law.
Nik: (shaking his head) If he thinks he is teaching my daughter to drive;
he is nuts.
Stefan: You do realize Carida is driving without even a permit?
Nik: And with my sister and Brooke in the back seat.
Stefan: I suppose we should count the few blessings in the situation. How
much longer can that monstrosity keep going? And it is armored like a tank.
Nik: He babies that car like a child. I think he has hulks of Cadillac
corpses that he has cannibalized to keep it running.
Stefan: Perhaps if he were married and had children; he would allow that
beast to die.
Nik: (Groaning) I'm not going to warn him. He'd slit your throat if you
even contemplate it.
Stefan: It seems that I now have a hands-off policy where you're concerned.
What would you have me do with the rest of your list?
Nik: I'm glad you are finding some humor in this situation. I want all of
the information on that so-called perfume.
Stefan: Before or after you review the reports out of Russia and from Jerry?
Nik: (Sighing) I'll meet you back at the house. I need to talk to Gina
first. ( Both men climb into their cars and depart in opposite directions.)

Halfway across town. Lu: (Ruefully) Cari, I think you lost them.
Brooke: (Plastered against the side of the car and hanging on for dear life)
And if you don't slow down I swear I am going to throw up . . . on you. I
just got of one death machine with my skin intact and now to lose it in
this anachronism. (Cari brings the car to within the speed limit)
Lucky: Hey! Hey, no call to be nasty. (Stroking the dash lovingly) Baby
is a classic.
Brooke: So is a Sherman Tank, but I don't see too many of them out on the
road! ( She takes deep breath and experimentally releases the handhold,
stretching her fingers to get the circulation back) And what is this
color-- Pepto Bismol? Some kind of psychic effort to settle my stomach?
Lucky: (Smirking) I call it cotton candy; you know, the kind you get at
carnivals-- where the rides go round and round and up and down. (Brooke
starts to change colors, her face taking a gentle hue of green)
Lu: (smacking her brother in the back of the head) Knock it off, Lucky. I
can't believe you are being so mean because she dissed your car. Brooke,
are you okay?
Brooke: (taking deep breaths) I will be; just get me the hell out of here.
Lu: We're almost at the university. We'll walk back to the apartment from
there; I promise. (She glares at Lucky.)
Lucky: Not a good idea.
Lu: Does this have something to do with what you and Daddy were talking about?
Lucky: Maybe. Maybe it's just common sense. We'll have more info
tonight. Until then, I think you should be more careful. (Cari turns onto
the university campus, dropping her speed to almost nothing as she hits the
first speed bump.)
Lu: You're as paranoid as Daddy and Nik. I'll tell you what-- we have been
flying by the seat of our pants all evening. There's no way anyone could
catch up with Cari's attempts at driving. Why don't you drop Brooke and me
off here and we'll meet you back at the apartment? Cari, you willing to
cook a late supper tonight?
Brooke: Don't even mention food!
Cari: (Pulling to a stop outside a dorm) Brooke, I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to make you sick. I was just having fun.
Brooke: (Getting out of the car with Lu) You have a future, Kid-- as a cab
driver in any city in America. If I wasn't afraid of being committed, I'd
be kissing the ground I'm walking on.
Lu: Come on, Brooke. We'll see you guys back at the apartment in a couple
of hours. (Lucky begins to protest.) I'll call if it will be longer . . . BYE.

On the other side of the world, a golden haired sunbather is stretched out
on her stomach. Her face is turned away from the entry of the courtyard;
her eyes closed. Stretching her arms overhead, she allows the warm rays of
the morning sun to sink in all the way to her bones. The heady aroma of the
flowers and the gently buzzing of a few bees lull her to a semi-doze. Still
she listens for an expected noise and is not disappointed when she hears the
approaching foot steps.
Georgie: (sleepily) Darlin', would you put some lotion on my back? I don't
think I'll need that Margarita after all . . . the sun has almost worked out
all the knots.
A brief shudder goes through her as the cool lotion makes contact with her
skin . . . It is followed by large strong hands that begin to massage the
oil onto the smooth curve of her spine. She is unmoving as the ties of her
top are undone and set aside by the massaging hands fanning out from the
center of her back to trace lotion along her ribs and to her exposed sides.
At random intervals there are pauses in the motion as a tension knot is
discovered and pressed out.
Georgie: ( groaning, her voice husky) Oh God, that feels so good-- don't
ever stop. I don't think I've a bone left in my body. Between you and the
sun, I feel like melted butter--cocoa butter. Just pour me into my room. I
don't think I'll need the hundred strokes to get me to sleep tonight.
(There is a brief tightening in the hands before the motion resumes moving
to her calves. Massaging her legs, he moves down to the bottoms of her
feet. Pressing firmly, massaging sunblock into the bottom of her feet. The
expert foot massage sets off another round of groans from the sunbather)
Kill me now. I don't think I will ever feel this good again. ( Her voice
fades as she falls into a slumber) And you said you didn't do foot massages.
Footsteps retreat into the house, leaving the sleeping beauty to her sun
worship. Inside the house a voice asks the man entering.
Jerry: Didn't Georgie want to come in for a drink?
Man: No, She was asleep and I didn't want to wake her.