I know that it's probably a little too soon for another American Dad story, but this wouldn't leave my mind! Essentially, this is a semi-sequel to 'An Official Member Forever', but at the same time, it focuses more on Francine and her new friends going around town... and I mean REALLY going around town! This prologue is basically the set-up for this story, but hopefully you guys will enjoy this, nevertheless!

My name is Francine Smith. Or, rather, it WAS Francine Smith. You see, I recently just divorced my husband, making myself a free girl in the process.

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Maybe I better start at the beginning. As most of my friends already know, I grew up in a religious orphanage before being adopted by a Chinese family, who raised me pretty good, for the most part. I don't know who my real parents were, and I don't really care to find out who, as I know my adopted parents love me all the same. Growing up, I was a little more... loose, always loved to experiment. I guess that's the reason why I always kept a sex garden... the largest sex garden in the world, according to Sex Garden Magazine. Hey, I was young and hip, of course I would have a sex garden.

Well, during the eighties, in my hippie years, I met up with my soon-to-be husband, Stan Smith, who picked me up one day as I was trying to hitchhike to a more... well, wild place. He accidentally ran over a raccoon and shot it out of its misery. I guess that's what attracted me to him, because he showed a moment of compassion, not wanting to see the animal cry out in misery. I don't know why, but I was so attached to Stan, seeing him as this... wonderful man who would do anything for his wife. But... deep down, I was still the wild, party girl who would do anything to lay besides other men.

Before Stan and I married, I had one affair with a man I don't know. I was a little doped out at the time, so I don't remember the man's face or even if I got his name. The point is, Stan and I married after my fling, and he was none the wiser. About nine months after the wedding, Hayley was born, though whether it was from Stan or the man I met, I wasn't sure. It was hard to keep that secret from him, but he didn't seem to notice anything.

About five years later, I had settled in as a housewife that didn't go out and do much, as I was relegated to that fate. However, sometimes, I missed the good life, so when I left Hayley with a sitter, and Stan was on a mission, I went out to a bar and decided to get myself a little buzzed. The rest was a blur to me, but I remembered waking up on the bed, vomit apparent in my mouth and my brain a bit heavy. I didn't know it then, but a big event happened that led to Steve being conceived... at the time, I thought Steve was Stan and I's first true blood, since I wasn't sure about Hayley, but... looking back on it, that drunk night that happened, I wasn't quite so sure.

Either way, a lot of changes happened that I felt satisfied with... at first. Sure, Hayley was a little more rebellious as she got older, but I still loved her all the same. And sweet little Steve, my baby, was growing up a little bit, though his attention was more towards other girls. I could understand that, a little bit. Not all children are destined to live with their mothers forever. Or at least, that's what I'm told.

But Stan... oh, Stan. His job at the CIA changed him a bit. Sure, there were some hints of the man I loved, but he would often do some VERY stupid things that I didn't approve of. The secret guns he hid? Sure, fine, that didn't bother me. Keeping a fish that had a German mind that seemed to lust for me? Heh, it's cute how Klaus thinks he has a chance, but I can live with that. Keeping an alien hidden in the house that can leave in disguise anytime he wanted? Well, Roger is another mouth to feed, and while he is a bit of a jerk, I've come to live with that. Still, there were other times that Stan can just be... ugh, frustrating.

I mean, I get it. He's the man of the house, but he just acts like a dictator. Even when I try to get a real job, he just blows it aside like a rusty newspaper. Whenever I want to make new friends, he threatens them and marks them terrorists because of their skin color. I mean, I get that his job is working for the CIA, but come on, Stan. Don't you think you're taking things too far?

I'm sorry, I'm digressing. It was times like these I missed being the wild girl I was. I was told that I went back to that personality temporarily during the time Stan forgot my anniversary and accidentally erased my memory, but that's besides the point. And the more I think about it, the more I realized... Stan was not a good husband for me. Oh he tries, but he's very insecure and shallow, he'd do anything to get in good with his boss, he doesn't think highly of women, he disowns my children for not being the perfect family. I swear, I don't know what I can do with that man. Oh, there are plenty more reasons, but I'll save those for when I get to that.

Anyway, here I am, missing the good life, the life of a wild girl, bored of the same routines, and even when I spice things up, Stan would never approve. It always frustrates me that Stan would try to designate my days! But part of me wanted to stick with him, because he was my husband.

It was that week when I met the Ladybugs. Oh, I knew Christie White from church, but she always talked down to me just because I was with Stan. But she and her girls, Casey and Katie, I always admired them. They always lived however they liked, going on a fast-lane life and a slow motion walk. Well, I wanted to go to the art gallery to impress the Ladybugs, even wore a new dress. But something happened that involved a valet spilling my drink and he led me to the closet to wipe up the dress, and some roosters were in there as well. However, when Hector, the valet and I came out of that closet, the Ladybugs discovered me. At first, I thought they were going to berate me over a misunderstanding, but to my surprise, they wanted me to join them.

Apparently, I found out a secret about the Ladybugs in that the reason they go together is because they always cheat on their husbands. This came as a shock, even to me. Cheating on their husbands? Of course, I wanted to belong, so I just said I cheated on Stan in order to join. At first, it was all fun and games, I made up love letters, I borrowed some undergarments... I unfortunately had to blow off my friendship with Linda, but sacrifices had to be made. Unfortunately, it came to a point where the Ladybugs asked if I could bring the guy they think I'm cheating on Stan with, and I was in a moral dilemma.

So I turned in my pin, with the intent of promising not to tell anyone about the Ladybugs. However, they seemed a little scary and threatened that I should do the affair, or I'd end up like one of their other members, who coincidentally, owned a dog that I brought home. They booby-trapped every thing in the house when I wasn't looking, and I was scared. So, I turned to my husband to tell him the truth...

But he wasn't having it. He preferred the dog I brought home over me. Something inside me snapped that day as my mind was racing. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was fear, but I knew one thing for sure... a personality that I had long buried out of my life was slowly starting to emerge... the wild, party side of me. And that side made my decision. I was going to do what I should have done when I joined the Ladybugs... cheat on my husband!

And cheat on him, I did... for the very man that had started the whole affair to begin with. And let me tell you, Hector was quite a lover. The Ladybugs watched as they were so impressed with my skills. I even told them that I wanted to join back up with them, realizing the true potential of cheating on a husband. I found myself liking the idea of having an affair or having sex with multiple men. My old life was rushing back, and I had the Ladybugs to thank for opening my eyes.

Of course, there was still the matter of Stan. After all, he is part of the CIA, and would likely wonder why I would be what I be. Thankfully, my new friends told me that there were more Ladybugs around the area than most people think, even one in the CIA. They'd be sure to distract Stan or whatever. And thankfully, whatever that person did is working so far. Stan had not suspected a thing. Hayley and Steve don't question my new pregnant body, Roger could care less whether or not I was pregnant, and I think Klaus is the only one who knows, but even if he did, he kept quiet.

Still, during the times I had with the Ladybugs, they took me to places that gave me that wild side. It was there I learned that Steve might not actually be Stan's biological son, as I met someone who looked similar to Steve, except a little more muscular. Still, I can't help but wonder if there were more secrets I needed to know...

And sure enough, Christie, Casey and Katie were more than willing to investigate whether or not both my children, Hayley and Steve, were either Stan's children or someone else's kids. Not only that, but there were more things that were opened up for investigation, some details that I found... rather controversial...

Like maybe my marriage with Stan was a sham all this time! This is the rest of my story with the Ladybugs...

And that is the prologue! When we go to the next chapter, we'll have more fun with the Ladybugs and Francine, along with the girls finding out something interesting that they needed to tell their new member right away! Tune in next time!