Kairos: Chapter 27

All errors are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination, and a few stray thoughts. Characters belong to CBS and P&G.

A/N: Takes Place between 02 Jan2009 and 15 Jan2009 episodes. (After Christmas and before the two mommies presentation.)

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Greg gazed at the man and then back to Esther Tillman.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure? er of meeting you, Ms. Tillman, if you prefer another dance instructor, I ..."

"No Greg this is our unexpected guest Arron Passera."

"Mr. Passera, it is a pleasure to meet a friend of Mrs. Tillman's" Greg said as he extended his right hand

The older man briskly shook Greg's hand. He looked the younger over quickly and gave him a wink.

"Esther you wound me 'Unexpected guest.' I toasted you and Sol at your first wedding and I intend to do so again at this one. Mazel Tov"

The older man stepped back

" Arron Passera purported yourself like Lothario"

"Your mother-in-law and my date said the same thing, Et tu Esther to paraphrase Caesar. Come here, old friend and give me a proper greeting." Arron Passera laughed.

She leaned in to give him an air kiss on each cheek.

"Greg, will it be too much of a bother if my old friend comes with us. Arron, I'll try and not step on your toes."

Darling Esther, take my arm, lead the way. we shall endeavor to persevere our toes and find duel rhythm, if not we can fake it until we make it my dears, I've heard a rumor involving Greg and a car accident. What happen?" Arron Passera said in a chatty tone.

"I'd hate to bore both of you with a plebeian tale of failed routine auto maintenance, and poor night vision. I think the insurance company and the local police have so little occupy their time, a single car accident is fodder for a C.S.I. matter." Greg Parker answered.

"Greg Parker, you know Spring Field's finest, they see an accident and think insurance fraud, or some grave legal malfeasance. Never admit your car was not in tip-top order, the insurance adjustor will claim duplicity." Esther Tillman commented.

Art tweaked his tie, and nervously watched the trio ambled across the lobby toward the elevators. He half heatedly listened to their conversation rambling from one topic to another.

Art depressed the auto-redial on a phone.

"Ms. Stephens, you said to call when Mr. Parker came in to work on the Tillman's Silver Anniversary, he and Mrs. Tillman just took the lift up to the banquet rooms. He seems to be Okay.

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Natalia Rivera smiled with pure deviltry as she adjusted into the leather driver's seat of Olivia's car.

"Jimmie Johnson, look out here I come" Natalia said under her breath.

"Umm what's that Talia" Olivia replied.

"Ah I just love leather seats so soft." Natalia replied.

"i think you love zero to sixty, rack and pinion steering, and the "S" curve on 6th and Barnhart." Olivia drawled sarcastically.

The Latina turned the engine over, and drove.

"If you feel the need for speed, I understand. Sometimes I like to open her up on the back roads." The business executive confided.

Natalia nodded as she turned on the indicator, and turned onto the a fore mentioned 6th street.

"Yes, Liv, my super secret alter ego is Janet Guthrie's Latin love child." The Latina teased.

"I thought it was Michele Lee or Annette Funicello" Olivia dead panned.

""We're here safe and sound. Olivia. You are comparing me with Disney movie stars, really..." Natalia laughed.

"Well if the glass slipper fits...princess." Olivia laughed. The taller women unbuckled herself with a flourish, open the passenger door and stepped out.

"Here are your keys Liv. If you are going to open her up on the way home, please keep it under eighty, the tires are only rated for highway driving not the Indy 500." Natalia commented with a snicker.

Olivia, with a laugh and held out her hand for the key. She gazed at her assistant fondly.

-Snapping the keyring on to her purse's inside pocket Olivia considered the dark haired woman. She inwardly appraised the brown-eyed woman.

"She is captivating. Beauty and function married. From the color in her cheeks to the way the light played upon her face...it made me wish sometimes...ah, but those wishes are useless. "

Natalia winked at her housemate and employer. She bit her bottom lip and allowed herself to ponder if she said aloud what was chasing around in her brain.

"I am an alien in a foreign land and way over my head. I like you, I understand you Olivia, well most of the time. I enjoy our good-natured teasing. I'm so very work centered. You lightens my mood and gets me out of myself. I admire your strength and confidence. Is this the real you this fun and playful woman I've grown to know? "

Instead the Latina voiced

"Do you think this helps Emma build character and poise?"

"I hope it defuses some of her energy. Our girl has more than that silly battery bunny what's it called the Nuclear fusion bunny." replied the sultry blonde.

" You mean the energizer bunny, cute, fluffy, pink, wears sunglasses. A bunny that keeps going and going, you know like you only small and pink." Natalia suppressed a giggle.

"Hey now did you just compare me with a stuffed wind up toy." Olivia squeaked indignantly.

"No a battery operated toy not a stuff toy and you're not fluffy more er, toned." Natalia surmised.