Continue The Story...

[eithne]

This is pretty simple - just add more to the story (usually a paragraph). It is like a piece of fan fiction written by many people.

I want to try and keep this pretty sane and non OTT, so please, pretty please don't add too many implausible plot turns.

[eithne]

It had been six years since Mike Baldwin has first been told he'd been suffering from Alzheimer's Disease. A lot had changed since then on the Street, but his devoted wife Penny was still there, as were his sons Adam and Danny. But Mike knew that it wouldn't be too long until his Alzheimer's took hold, and so he was making plans for his family's future...

[RitaLittlewood]

Meanwhile Reet plotted to become the main inheritor of Mike's will as she prepared a potion to finish Penny off once and for all figuring with her also being a redhead, Mike wouldn't know the difference and she could whip him up the aisle before he could say, "Who are you?"

[RitaLittlewood]

Sorry, Eithne. Is that too OTT?

Patsy

[jez]

But Penny was too clever for Reet and worked out what she was doing before plotting her revenge once and for all.

[RitaLittlewood]

Reet sent Norris out to deliver the papers to the flats at Weatherfield Quays, as the paperboy hadn't turned up. Penny was on her way out, grabbed them, didn't say thanks, which irked Norris, got in her car and drove. 10 minutes later her body was recovered from the wreckage of the car.

[Jade]

All of the street resdients where shocked to hear the news and Mike's life was torn to pieces, he got more and more depressed and his family and his old friend Reet was by his side threw out it all... Her funeral proved to be a tramatic event for Mike what with the police being there... Mike collapsed at the funeral and was rushed to hospital with what seemed to be a heart attack...

[RitaLittlewood]

Reet cursed. He couldn't die before changing the will in her favour. She was relieved when he woke up. "Penny?" he mumbled as he looked at her. "What's happened to your face? You look so ancient."
Reet scowled then forced a smile. "Worry lines from worrying about you, Mike," she replied, doing her best to put on a Scouse accent. "How you feeling?"
"Tired," he sighed. "Another heart attack?"
Reet nodded. "Almost fatal this time. But with rest you'll be fine and back to playing golf in no time."
Mike frowned. "Golf? What's golf?"
Reet smiled. "Nothing at all. Get some rest."

[Jade]

The scence had moved two weeks on and Mike was at home being cared for by Reet and his family. He was extemely ill and if he had another heart attack his body simply couldn't cope... Reet was extermely worried by this and was doing evrything within her power to get a seriuosly ill an dconfused mike to change his will... But Danny soon realised what she was up to and warned her away from Mike... After a huge arguement Reet was thrown out the house and warened away... With Mike, becoming iller by the day Reet's chances of Mike's ill changing was becoming less and less likely....

[RitaLittlewood]

Reet was fuming so during her next unexplained absence, downed loads of vodka while she plotted. There was no way she would let a Cockney upstart like Danny do her out of Mike's millions, especially since Mike was an only child anyway. She had an idea and picked up the phone. "Mike? It's Reet," she told him.
"Reet who?" he asked.
"Sullivan," she said firmly, trying not to lose her temper or she could kiss goodbye to his cash. No answer. "Fairclough? Littlewood?"
"Ah yes," Mike replied. "How are you?"
"Fine thanks," she told him. "Is Danny around?"
"Danny who?" he asked.
"Are you alone?" she said.
"Quite alone," he told her.
She beamed. "Is it okay if I come round?"
"Fine," he said.
"Okay," she began. "See you in about 10 minutes." She hung up and went to her car.

[eithne]

Reet arrived outside Mike's flat, on Weatherfield Quays. She took a good look around, making sure there was no sign of Danny, Jamie or any of those other interfering Baldwins. Reet then proceeded to check her lipstick, before stepping out.

"Good evening Mike" said the femme fatale five minutes later.

"Rita?"

"That's right"

"Why are you here?"

"To visit my old friend of course. So how are you doing?"

"I'm okay." Mike said, lying on the couch.

"I'm glad to hear that Mike. I've been worried. By the way - Danny gave me a few things for you to sign to do with the business."

[Fleur Forsyte]

There was still a bit of the old devil in Mike yet and he took some persuading to sign the papers. However Reet had managed to charm him just as she was always able to with men. With the papers signed. Rita's aim was acomplished. All she had to do is make small talk until Mike fell asleep.

With Mike asleep Reet creeped out of the flat and headed back to her car. She turned on her mobile phone to see she had missed several phone calls. All of whom were by the same person. "Persistant little devil aren't you?" Reet smirked to herself. Indeed he was as the mobile soon began ringing so Reet answered it

"Rita, is that you?" said a male voice

Rita "Well who else would it be?"

"Oh yes I suppose. It just seems I've been trying you all night. Did you get him to sign the papers?"

Rita "Oh ye of little faith and patience too. Of course I've got him to sign the papers"

"Good good. I knew I could count on you Rita."

Rita "It will soon be all ours Mark"

Mark "You have done well"

Rita "Don't I always" she giggled

Mark "How about we meet up for a drink to celebrate and plan our next move."

Rita "Okay"

[RitaLittlewood]

Later that night, Reet wandered into the Palace Hotel where Mark had said to meet him. She'd heard one of the lifts was a pain in the backside so decided to go by stairs to the room he'd told her he was in. When she found it, she knocked on the door. A beaming Mark opened it. "Come in," he said then stepped back. Reet entered while Mark closed the door behind her. "I'm glad you came."
"Think I wouldn't?" she asked as she delved into her massive clutch bag then pulled out some papers. "Here."
Mark took them and grinned from ear to ear as he flicked through checking Mike's signature. "Well done."
"I have had plenty of practice at conning rich men, yer know," she stated.
Mark put the papers on the dressing table and handed her a drink. "To our success," he said, chincking his glass against hers.
"To our success," she echoed and drank heartily. She put her empty glass beside his before they snogged passionately.

[Madge]

LOL! This is good. I hope you're not all going to leave it there though. Im no good at fan fiction so won't even try!