Story Notes:

I thought I'd combine the storyline of "Sex, Lies, and Exercise Tape" and the  background  and milieu of "When Worlds Collide".  

No copyright infringement intended. just having fun with wtb characters.

It's been more than a year since I've written anything. Pardon my writing for going back to stage 1. It may need more polish than the usual polish it requires but i hope you will still like it.

Author's Notes:

        Samantha lay flat on her stomach on the living room couch engrossed in the new Sweet Dreams novel she borrowed from Marcie that she deliberately kept ignoring the incessant ringing of the telephone. Why isn’t dad picking it up? She could hear her father whistling some Italian tune as he prepared the table for dinner. Then she remembered the phone extension line in the kitchen had been busted by the recent storm and the cable company has yet to repair the damage.  

“Hello,” said Samantha, reluctantly standing up from the couch.

“Sam! How are yah? It’s Uncle Philly. Is your father home? Hey… how are you getting along with your father’s girlfriend? Is she a wicked old hag? Hahahaha. Well, looks like we ain’t gonna meet her when we come to your house to play poker on Friday.”

“Huh? You’re coming here to play poker? Aren’t you guys usually at Uncle Peewee’s?” asked Samantha in surprise.

“Yeah but his house ain’t available on Friday. Says his carpet is newly cleaned. Your old man didn’t mind us playing at your house. We want to see your new house at the ‘burbs and meet that bombshell your father is living with. Eh, you getting along well?” replied Philly.

It took Sam a few moments before she realized that Philly was talking about her father’s new boss. She wanted to correct the misconception of her Uncle Philly but he didn’t give her a chance as he popped one question after another.

Tony stepped from the swinging kitchen door. “Samantha, go call Jonathan. Dinner is ready. Hey put down the phone. I’m waiting for Philly…”

“This is Uncle Philly…” began Sam.

“What? Give me that. And go call Jonathan,” said Tony, grabbing the phone from Samantha.

After their delectable dish of Dory Fillet and Mediterranean Salad Jonathan ran up to his room and Tony began to clear the dishes. Samantha knew children aren’t suppose to poke their noses in adults’ business but she wanted to ask her father why her Uncle Philly thought they own the house and that her father was living in with Angela. Tony’s smile faded. He could never lie to his daughter. He knew her daughter was advance in years and could understand his explanation but he felt ashamed that he was caught living in pretense by his daughter. Why didn’t he practice what he preached? He taught her to be honest and never to  be ashamed of what they are. But he was afraid his gang would think him less of a man now that he’s working for a woman, and he was afraid they would tease him if they find out he was a housekeeper.

He had always been their leader. The macho man. The man no woman can resist. And now they’ll find out that from a big shot athlete he had become a housekeeper. There was nothing shameful about it or is there? Tony still had a battle within his soul.

“Dad, they’re your friends for the longest time. You shouldn’t lie to them…” pleaded Sam.

Tony sighed. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell them after our poker session on Friday.”

“Does Angela know you’re bringing friends over?” asked Sam.

Tony gulped and gave her daughter another guilty smile. “She wouldn’t be back till next week. We won’t make a mess…”

“Your poker games always make a mess,” scolded Sam.

“No, I promise we will behave. The house will be the same way Angela left it,” swore Tony, giving her daughter a mock scout salute.

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“Dad, maybe I should stay. Just to ensure that everything’s going to be alright. You know how things get when you all get together,” suggested Sam, turning to her father.

“Sam, I told you. Everything’s going to be fine. Now you and Jonathan enjoy the weekend Camp. I’ll pick you both up on Sunday morning.”

“Good bye, Tony,” waved Jonathan.

Tony ruffled his hair. “Take care, buddy. Don’t break too many hearts.”