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1. I enjoyed a frivolous fling with Ridge Forrester (frivolous because it didn’t mean anything to him) and when that didn’t work out, I got the hots for his dad — and my boss — Eric. Unfortunately, he didn’t return my affections (like father, like son), so I turned my attention to fashion designer Clarke Garrison. We embarked on a passionate affair, but the day I found out I was pregnant, he was eloping with Eric’s daughter, Kristen. I wed publishing magnate Bill Spencer, but that didn’t work out, either, so I moved to Wisconsin.
2. No, I didn’t stick my finger in a light socket. That hairstyle was cutting edge for 1987, and I wore punk-style clothing to go along with it. My look was impressive enough to have the Logan sisters, Donna and Katie, fighting over me. Even though the latter was a nice kid, I was really interested in Donna. However, when I secretly slipped an engagement ring into her coat pocket, Katie found it instead and said yes! Ultimately, I didn’t end up with either gal.
3. I was doing just fine in New York City as an in-demand fashion photographer when Clarke recruited me as Spectra’s new shutterbug. Little did he know that I had quite a racy past with his wife, Kristen. Once in L.A., I tracked down my ex-lover, who shut me down but fast. To make her jealous, I started dating Macy Alexander and my plan worked. Once Kristen divorced Clarke, she and I moved back to the Big Apple.
4. Growing weary of Sally’s blackmail, Bill decided to decimate her marriage to Clarke. To that end, Bill hired me, a public relations executive, to infiltrate Spectra. I went undercover as an author writing a book on Clarke. Not surprisingly, the cad put the moves on me — it didn’t hurt that I was drop-dead gorgeous — and I eventually gave in. Before I knew it, I was hopelessly in love! While we were trysting in Hawaii, Sally unexpectedly showed up and found out that we were doing the hula horizontally. Talk about a bad lei! It wasn’t long before Clarke dumped me and I left town.
5. I was raised in Texas by my single mom, Bonnie, completely oblivious to my true heritage: I was Caroline’s twin sister, kidnapped years ago from my crib. After “Mom” confessed, I returned to Beverly Hills and reclaimed my true identity. I fell for Thorne, had a food fight with Macy, lost Thorne and pretended to be pregnant by Connor to teach him a lesson. When we decided at the last minute not to get married, I returned to my simpler life in Texas. You don’t need gingko biloba if you can recall my alias and my real name.
6. For a prominent shrink, I was sure one heck of a nutcase. My mother died while giving birth to me, but I created all these loving childhood memories of her because my abusive dad blamed me for her death. After that was resolved, I had sex for the first time with Taylor (did I mention I was also a 40-year-old virgin?) in a cabin that was destroyed by an earthquake. I was imprisoned by Sheila, but we later tied the knot (a nice twisted knot). I haven’t seen my wife since she ran off with our daughter to avoid a prison sentence. Crazy, huh?
7. I was a fashion model at Forrester Creations and also the unfortunate victim of B&B’s first murder mystery (lucky me). What led to my demise? An unrequited love for Thorne, who had no intention of leaving Macy for me. I sent a mean letter to my romantic rival and signed it Irv. Later, I was perplexed upon learning that Macy had received more letters — ones I didn’t write. Turned out, sneaky Anthony Armando was sending the threatening missives. He then stabbed me to death (how rude!) and framed Thorne for my murder so Anthony could have Macy to himself. A hint to my identity: The letters in Irv made up my monogram.
8. I was an old pal of Taylor’s and fell in love with Brooke. We eloped on a boat in the open sea. The marriage turned out to be invalid because the captain who officiated the ceremony was a phony (getting shot by the young stepson should have been a clue that the marriage was in trouble anyway). I then exchanged vows with Macy — for real this time — but when she couldn’t get pregnant, we found out it was because I was shooting blanks. More tests revealed that I had testicular cancer and it was terminal. I died in my hospital bed while Macy tearfully sang to me. Now that was a swan song.
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