The mind
numbing fiasco that the Abbott arson case has evolved into continued here Tuesday as Jack
Abbott spent the night with the wicked Diane Jenkins.
Their child tucked away in the safe, but unknown, hands of a hotel baby-sitting service,
Abbott did Jenkins like she's never been done before. As the evil woman showered away his
crusty sperm Jack looked again at the phony leg cast Jenkins had removed prior to banging
her with his massive penis and a smirk crossed his face.
Yes! Old
smilin' Jack had done his manly duty and now had the evidence needed to spring his wife
from jail and a life in prison.
One could
almost hear the conversation Jack might have soon with the local coppers.
"Officer, Diane has been wearing a phony cast. This proves Phyllis didn't start that
fire so I want you to release her right now."
"How 'bout it Ms. Jenkins? Have you been wearing a phony cast?"
"Why whatever do you mean officer? Don't you know that when doctors remove casts they
don't give them back to the patients? Look closely and you'll see it's just a leg brace.
Many patients who have sustained injuries such as I continue wearing braces long after the
cast has been removed. I know our personal freedoms are being eroded but when did it
become illegal to wear a brace?"
"She has a point Mr. Abbott. I don't think a brace is the evidence you need to gain
your wife's freedom. And by the way Mr. Abbott. One of the guards at the jail reports your
wife has been talking to herself. She really needs professional help."
Damn! Here Jack went and did the nasty with that pod and for what? He could have backed
out when he saw the brace but went ahead and screwed her anyway. Simon says he was craving
for a roll in the hay with Jenkins from the outset.
All Jack got for his trouble is a possible STD. The odds he or Diane used birth control
are slim.
And so it was
mind numbing to watch as Jack went to the jail and asked Phyllis how long it takes a
broken bone to heal. Without waiting for an answer he proudly announced that he had done
the math and by golly as sure as 5x9=434 they've got the proof that Diane is a stinking
liar.
As Jack pointed out, "It's hard to believe."
November
25, 2002
Beyond the shadow of doubt
by Molly
Media
Is it too late
to save Phyllis Abbott from society's crumbling moral infrastructure and rescue her from
the onslaught of Diane Jenkins?
Attorney Michael Baldwin thinks so.
Taking advantage of the Genoa City jail and its lack rules and regulations covering
visitation, Baldwin strolled into Abbott's cell on Monday as if he owned the place.
Abbott's husband was made to conduct business on the opposite side of the locked bars but
the same rule didn't apply to legal sharks.
Most prisoners are happy to see any face from the outside world but Abbott was in a pick
and choose mood this day. She whined that people have turned their backs on her and then
ordered Baldwin to take his attitude and get the hell out.
Calming the woman down, Baldwin swore - that unlike her husband - he'd never turn his back
on or betray her and wondered if that all-purpose lawyer still represented her. Abbott
shook her head in the affirmative and Baldwin cautioned that John Silva isn't representing
her at all.
"Isn't it time you get someone who will be on your side and doesn't already think
you're guilty?" Baldwin asked.
Abbott couldn't imagine who Baldwin had in mind. Was he speaking of himself? Sure enough!
In addition, Baldwin had come to the conclusion that, while he knew very little about her
case, he knew that she and Jack Abbott are tying to "scam" the evil Diane
Jenkins and needed to know if Mr. Abbott is willing to use his penis to trick Jenkins.
Mrs. Abbott didn't see it that way. She remains convinced that Jack is "trying to
save my life" and if Baldwin were to say anything to anyone he would be
"dead."
When Baldwin drew an imaginary picture of Diane and Jack hitting the sheets together
Phyllis turned violent. She slammed the wimpy Baldwin up against the bars and told him to
shut up. The outburst drew the attention of a guard who ordered Baldwin to leave.
Seeing the situation as a sort of sporting event Baldwin's words of wisdom echoed
throughout the dingy horror chamber as he was led away. "When you want to play games
the other team can score points too." he quipped.
This pointless meeting between counselor and jailbird was a sufficiently dramatic pearl
designed to elicit uptight, hand-wringing of the utterly mindless sex show that was about
to take place inside Jenkins' hotel room.
After stuffing Jack full of red meat Jenkins proposed a toast to the future and everything
it has in store for them. When Phyllis' trial was over and with Jack aware that he is her
one true love, they would be back on track and could move on together.
His tummy full, Jack was directed to the bedroom where he was expected to get an erection
and work it baby, work it. But something bothered Jack. What if - while trying to pound
his tiny penis in and out of Diane's vagina - her leg would somehow get in the way and he
mistakenly drilled a hole in it too?
Jenkins reached down and in one fell swoop ripped the cast from her leg. See? Diane is,
really, a heavily Prozaced freak. She's been faking it! Her pale skin glowing like
formaldehyde in a slightly too obvious joke that really wasn't funny, she was ready to go
hunting for Jack's throbbing member. And again the World nearly rocked off its axis. Was
Jack up for it? Would he poke this anti-feminine woman before the aroma of the toxic
sweat-scented cast turned him off?
It is a conundrum of epical useless proportions undeserving of such attention.
November
14, 2002
Feasting on dung
by Brent
Kellogg
And somehow
through his daily ether haze Jack Abbott was able to find the ongoing tabescence of Diane
Jenkins' withered thigh flesh remotely attractive enough to avoid utter nausea when she
admitted Thursday that she made it appear that his wife ran over her leg that infamous day
at the Abbott hotel.
She, a lowly sperm thief nobody wants, was feeling so lost and alone. She could see
Phyllis Abbott taking Jack away from her son and the drastic time called for a drastic
measure.
"It wasn't for me. It was for our son," Diane bawled.
As for who started the pool house fire Jenkins maintained her innocence.
And just so she'll always know that he'll always be there for his son, much like he has
been for Keemo Violein, Jack shoved a wooden cross into his heart. It was his pledge. A
symbol that with his wife in jail he and Diane could maybe move on together. Who knows
what the future will bring?
With her nose scrunched up like a mushy banana, Diane suddenly realized that she was among
the select few who know that Phyllis' trial is set for next month. Because a gaggle of
reporters would be swarming over her one-year-old child asking complicated questions she
had made a decision to leave town. Should she be called to testify in the case - imagine
that - Diane said she'd return to the city for the court daze only.
As she spoke the cable news channels were gearing up. Satellite trucks were parked outside
the courthouse and spray-dried anchor persons were propping up tents for coverage more
extensive than the Winona Ryder case.
Jack didn't ask why a woman with more money than she knows what to do with would have to
leave town when she can hire a sitter to watch the baby or delegate the chore to a
bodyguard now serving no purpose with Phyllis behind bars.
The complexity of it all was further hampered when Ashley Carlton dropped by the jail to
have a chat with the incarcerated Mrs. Abbott. Apparently looking for a glimmer of hope,
Carlton asked the jailbird how she was doing.
The deep concern was overwhelming. Things have never been better. Look at the pretty
orange jump suits. Betcha never seen anything like 'em at Saks. The food too is so yummy.
Why, this is just the greatest place a woman would ever want to be spending her time.
And by the way - how did Ashley know Phyllis was in jail? Didn't everyone know? Wasn't it
in all the papers? Wasn't cable TV broadcasting the quietest farts "live" from
Baghdad?
Ashley was so confused it was thought for a moment that perhaps the cancer is eating away
at what's left of her useless brain. She told Phyllis that Jack is the father of Diane's
child. The news made the earth move. Not only that but after listening to Diane and Jack's
conversation earlier - a single word of which she was not privy to - Ashley had to know.
Did Phyllis start the fire?
Do bears crap in the woods? Of course Phyllis didn't start the fire. Why the dumb
question? Must be the cancer. Why is Ashley concerned at all? Didn't she believe Jack when
he told her that Phyllis didn't start the fire?
Ashley's dung feast made Phyllis realize that she's about to become a bane on society.
Lord have mercy! How is a woman of her stature expected to adjust to living in a cage?
It's not like she's some wild animal, snared and ferreted away from its family and
environment and put on display for the amusement of humans.
"I just can’t do it," Phyllis sobbed and for her bawling fit was rewarded
with a hug from Ashley.
Yes! Physical contact. A conjugal visit of sorts. Just one of the few fringe benefits
provided by the friendly neighborhood Genoa City jail as across America other inmates must
conduct their business with visitors through bullet-proof Plexiglas.
November
8, 2002
Absolute idiocy
by Brent
Kellogg
How nice of you
to call Mr. Abbott. I was just telling my staff the other day, you know, we haven't had
any requests for a model to go out to a hardware store to purchase turpentine in a coon's
age.
It would have been fun being a fly on the wall during that conversation! Not that Jack
Abbott's call to a modeling agency on Friday was all that far-fetched. Desperate times
call for desperate measures.
In his quest to unravel Diane Jenkins' diabolical scheme, Abbott wanted to know if the
agency had paid somebody with red hair or a wig to play the role of a woman going into a
hardware store to purchase turpentine and hope that the store had cameras so that the
entire masterpiece could be caught on tape. Jack is even willing to pay big bucks for such
information.
And thus another nail was driven into the who tried to kill Jenkins saga which doesn't
make a whole lot of sense and must be some sort of definition/severity legal-terminology
thing because if Diane was dumb enough to hire somebody it would be so easy to find out
and bring this silliness to an end.
Among the many loose ends waiting to choke this ghastly tale - which originally had the
potential to be a real spine tingling thriller - to death is the ineptness of the police.
In this town without pity why haven't the cops found out that Larry Warton and Jill Abbott
and who knows how many other people know that Phyllis Abbott was looking around for a hit
man? Why hasn't Abbott and Warton been interviewed?
Police detectives outstanding in their fields are relentless. They'll even interview the
family cat if it it'll help put an evil-doer behind bars. Even Billy Abbott should be
contacted in Louisiana to determine what he knows. Such a conversation would lead the cops
straight to Jill. No stranger to the law she would easily crack and tell what a dangerous
woman Phyllis is.
But oh, let's not forget. If any more people make allegations against Phyllis she might
actually be arrested and that Grand Jury indictment might have some meaning. Shucks, there
might even be, as Jill said out of context Friday, "a trial."
Jill's mere mention of the word came during a discussion with her once son-in-law during
which she asked Jack if he had reported to the cops that Phyllis had asked Warton if he
knew of any good hit men. But of course he did Jill! It's the first thing the husband of a
suspected arsonist does. Hello? Over here officer. Did you know that my wife was looking
for a hit man? Are you going to arrest her now? There's no telling who Phyllis will hurt
next.
The bile overflowing again, Jack told Jill he didn't want to hurt the case and when she
warned that the next person to be hurt could be Jack, he said, "this is none of your
business" after practically telling her every minute detail of the case! Then, Jack
uttered the cutest and most small-minded, insulting thing you ever did hear.
"Promise you won’t tell anyone, especially the police," he pleaded.
This is, apparently, the basic sentiment. Conspire, conspire, conspire. Thwart the law.
Withhold information. Lie, cheat and steal. It's all part of the absolute idiocy.
September
13, 2002
Hatchet job
by Brent
Kellogg
Genoa City
Police stepped up what will soon become its full demonization of Mrs. Phyllis Abbott on
Friday when investigators discovered what were purported to be the gloves worn by the
arsonist who set fire to the Abbott hotel pool house earlier this week.
Helping to put what could be the final nail in his wife's coffin, Jack Abbott blurt out
that the gloves looked like those used by his wife.
Besides the fact that Phyllis Abbott has never gotten her hands dirty - much less play
Martha Stewart by working in a garden - the idea she would leave obvious evidence behind
is absurd.
When detective Frank Weber finished holding up the plastic bag containing the gloves and
her husband had all but vilified her with his foolish outburst, Mrs. Abbott pounced again
on her gutless husband.
"When is that witch getting on her broom and flying out of here?" she asked in
direct reference to Abbott house squatter Diane Jenkins.
In his typical I'm just a dummy who follows my leader without question, Mr. Abbott didn't
have an answer. But he did tell Jenkins again to move out if doing so wouldn't disrupt her
personal agenda.
Knowing exactly the right buttons to push, Jenkins sniveled that she had almost lost her
life and that she needs support at this tragic time in her life.
Professional sock-puppet that he is, Mr. Abbott drank thirstily from Jenkins pool of
Kool-Aid giving her one more day at the Abbott home thereby ratcheting up speculation that
he's a quisling being paid by Jenkins.
Sitting back idly, running his mouth to the cops without thinking, failing to move
deliberately to get Jenkins out of his father's home and letting anybody threaten his
wife, Jack Abbott is at the top of the list of cowards and traitors. His doubter's life
must be hard, lonely and insecure. Conscience makes cowards of good people, around whom
the habit of loyalty coils like a snake, difficult to shake off.
August
30, 2002
New beginnings?
by Brent Kellogg
With an olive
branch draped over his shoulders Jabot Cosmetics CEO Jack Abbott paid his respects to the
most powerful man in Genoa City on Friday hoping to find Victor Newman in such a good mood
the great man might forget about their past differences.
Praising Newman for having moved on to a "different place" - one that would
assure his third marriage to Abbott's former wife would work this time - Abbott hinted,
"It may even be time for a new beginning for us."
Abbott referred to the many personal and business battles the titans have engaged in over
the years and pretending not to understand the nature of the beast said, "I really
can’t remember why we became enemies."
Saying he doesn't dwell on such things, Newman was blunt. "I don’t think that
will happen," he mumbled with regard to Abbott's peace proposal.
Jack Abbott must be losing his memory if he cannot remember what happened just three years
ago.
It was 1999. Even Chet Delancy, the man who kidnapped Newman and held him hostage New
Mexico had read about the Newman takeover on the Internet. Delancy had full Internet
access from his desert hideout.
Just a few months earlier Newman had divorced Diane Jenkins by agreeing to give her a seat
on the Newman Enterprises board of directors. As a free man, Newman celebrated by
surprising Nikki Newman with a romantic getaway and while the cat was away, Jack Abbott
and Brad Carlton plotted to take control of Newman Enterprises.
They named themselves new CEOs of the company but Abbott stepped down in August on the
condition Newman return Jabot to the Abbott family. Victor agreed but retained a
promissory note and began secretly buying up Jabot loan notes.
It was 2000 when Abbott sought to obtain a credit line increase for the Jabot Glow
cosmetics line. The same year he discovered a small lump on one testicle. While the lab
tests came back negative Jack made a sperm deposit then cooked up a plan with Nikki to
make Victor jealous. He offered her a job at Jabot.
Also that year, Ashley Abbott became pregnant and asked Christian Page to fly in from
Paris.
Jack realized he might not get the needed loan extension and warned Ashley their family
could be torn apart - again. He offered Phyllis Summers a job as a webmaster but she told
him to shove it. Next, Jack tried to get rid of Brad and voted with Jill Abbott to get
Carlton out.
Jack and Ashley figured out that Victor was trying to overthrow Jabot so the Abbott's
agreed to allow Brad and Nikki to join the firm.
Ready to spring his trap on Jack, Victor learned that the Abbotts had paid off the loan.
He ordered right hand man Neil Winters to find out where they got the money and during a
chat with Ashley, said he had grown tired of trying to get control of Jabot.
Victor also wanted to sue Jabot in order to get Brad but called off the law suit after a
tender moment with Nikki and then left town.
Near the end of the year Victor charged Nikki with betrayal when he learned she put up
35-million dollars to save Jabot.
By the end of the year Ashley had made Victor promise not to take Brad to court over the
non-compete clause. When the great man refused to put the concession in writing Ashley
said she doesn't trust him. Newman was trying at the time to get rid of Jack Abbott but
changed his mind because he loved Ashley and didn't want to hurt her. Getting even with
Jack would "close the door to Ashley forever" and so the entire mess was
settled.
Toxic chemical poses new threat in
squatter case!
by Lois
Hill
The latest in a
series of crackpot eviction theories, Jack [I'm such a poor excuse for a man] Abbott came
up with a brilliant idea Thursday sure to paint him in a corner.
Convinced that Diane Jenkins, the woman who has been squatting inside the Abbott pool
house since May 27, will follow his direction and leave the premises, Abbott ordered
painters restoring the guest bedroom to store leftover paint inside the pool house where
Jenkins presently resides with her son.
Vehemently objecting at first, Jenkins capitulated when it was agreed the paint and
cleaning supplies would be stored behind a counter.
The clue to what will happen next was so huge even clueless private detective Paul
Williams could have figured it out.
The painter gave it away when he told Jenkins not to worry. That the cap on the paint
remover was tight and that she wouldn't smell a thing.
Whenever little babies are around tight caps have a mysterious way of coming loose. The
smell of paint remover - like gasoline - can be very tempting.
It would be tragic if the Jenkins baby were to go through a brush with death after
drinking paint remover and gosh darn terrible if the baby were to die. But in a war the
innocent often pay the ultimate price. Still, it would be the perfect excuse for Jenkins
to stay right where she is. And this time she'll get to rub Abbott's nose in it. See what
happens when you don't store paint in its proper place?
Revenge - it's so sweet.
August
12, 2002
Say cheese!
by Brent
Kellogg
It's
hard to imagine. A rich man and his wife, both with jobs they can work at when and if they
feel like it, make a spur of the moment decision to go on a jaunt to France. They hastily
pack, grab a cab to the airport, manage to escape being randomly searched by overzealous
security goons both coming and going, stay a couple days in a hotel and return.
A short time later the man remembers a roll of film in a camera, takes it to a one-hour
photo, and presto - photos of the Abbott family getaway!
Nothing unusual you say? Hardly. What man of millionaire yuppie scum caliber would be
caught without a GPS system in his BMW or, gasp, an oldfangled film type camera? In an age
when digital cameras have become all the rage it's highly unlikely the Abbotts don't own
one.
It could be said that the Abbott love birds forgot to take the digital along and picked up
a throw away camera at the hotel. A disposal camera would have been cause for even more
alarm considering that, like flushable and disposable diapers, they only contribute to
overflowing landfills.
But the Abbott's didn't use a disposal camera. This is known because a photograph of their
house squatter with her baby was among the glossy snapshots. Taken by the Abbott family
slave, Mrs. Abbott nearly heaved when she saw it mixed in with the glorious shots of
herself including one depicting her new sun burn. The tan was an amazing feat in and of
itself considering the weather in France at the time was at best, party cloudy with
temperatures in the low 70's.
Beyond the absurdity, that these worthless layabouts don't own a digital camera, is the
mysterious reason a single photo of Jenkins and her baby were on the film in any camera
owned by the Abbotts. Does the evil sperm switcher not own a camera of her own?
In the grand scheme of things the camera may not be a big deal. But it does make a case
for continuity or rather the lack of it. If these rich snobs are to be felt sorry for -
with their tragic trials and tribulations - they should at least have the decency to be
consistent.
May 21, 2002
Moving
violation
By Michael Kelly
Determined to be anointed The Most Selfish Man In America, Jabot CEO Jack Abbott asked the
impossible of his barren wife Phyllis here on Tuesday. He wanted her to agree to allow to
his son, the notorious Baby K, and his mother, Diane Jenkins to live on their property.
Jacko explained to Phyllis that because the sperm thief lost her job as an architect in
Milan, her only other career option at the moment is a job in Japan.
Mrs. Abbott saw nothing wrong in getting rid of her nemesis. Sayonara, bitch!
But Mr. Abbott whined that such a move would take his precious baby boy too far away.
That's when he dropped the cohabitation bombshell. Phyllis didn't respond favorably. She
understandably inquired of her hubby, "Are you on drugs?"
Jack thought perhaps the Abbott pool house was vastly preferable to having mommy and baby
actually under the same roof or sharing their bed.
However, his wife was adamantly opposed to having them anywhere near her. The sperm thief
and her stinking brat won't move into their main house, pool house, or outhouse unless
it's over her "dead, mangled body." Have you got that, Baby Freak?
Predictably, Jacko questioned the little woman's loyalty. He used the, "I thought you
were on my side in all this" line of bull.
Furthermore, if Phyllis didn't do everything in her power to peacefully co-exist with
Jenkins, it would harm his beautiful bambino immensely.
Mrs. Abbott claimed that her loathing of the idle architect was a two-way street. At that
point, the Jabot CEO hit his wife between the eyes. Is it true what Diane told him? Did
Phyllis cook up a wigged out identity swapping and Baby K smuggling scheme to deny Jacko
access to the kid?
If Phyllis Abbott has any guts or any marbles left in her head, she'll hand her temper
throwing tyrant of a husband to the sperm thief on a silver platter.
Only an insane or just plain evil man would ask his wife to make the humiliating, heart
wrenching concessions Abbott has. This is the same guy who begged the redhead to marry him
less than a year ago by claiming she meant the world to him. It didn't matter one iota
that she wasn't a birthing machine and couldn't produce the son he's wanted most of his
neurotic life. The man wanted nothing and no one but her. What a crock!
For cavalierly violating his sacred marriage vows for the sake of a child he doesn't know,
Jack Abbott doesn't deserve a wife or a child. This callous bastard loves only himself.
Give him nothing but a blow-up doll and a Cabbage Patch kid.
May 3,
2002
Baby freak!
by Michael Kelly
Jabot CEO Jack Abbott had the unmitigated gall on Friday to ask his skunk oil
sniffing sister Ashley Carlton, to exploit her prior marriage to omnipotent industrialist
Victor Newman in order to convince the great man to help Abbott snatch a son he hardly
knows away from his mother.
The child in question, Baby K, has been all the middle aged Abbott has thought or cared
about since he learned the child was sired with his stolen sperm. Not even the fact that
his barren wife Phyllis is devastated at the thought of helping to raise the child of a
woman Abbott was once engaged to will deter him from his obsessive, self absorbed quest to
be a daddy.
Understandably, Carlton was far from thrilled with the idea. It probably doesn't help that
her husband Brad is adamantly opposed to Jacko taking Diane Jenkins' son away from her.
The fact that Bradski despises Ashley's continuing friendship with Big Vic doesn't help
matters.
Oh, there's one more reason why Mrs. Carlton may not want to involve herself in this
twisted tug of parental love. Ashley is still recovering from breast cancer. In fact,
Carlton is receiving regular radiation treatments that would likely fatigue and discomfort
most women.
While Abbott took a second or two to inquire how the radiation thing is going, he
obviously doesn't give a flying fig. There's a precious baby with his name on it. Jack has
presumably longed for fatherhood since puberty. He'd likely pop out a kid himself if it
were medically feasible.
When Ashley had the nerve to ask brother Jack if he knows what the hell he's doing, Abbott
impatiently brushed off her concerns. He'll go ahead with pursuing full custody, and the
little wife will be just peachy about it.
When her brother made his revolting request, Ashley should have responded, "Gee Jack,
my breast was recently sliced and diced by a quack who doesn't know her ass from her
elbow. That inept bitch Dr. Thompson also told me that after a few more radiation
treatments, I'll end up glowing in the dark! In other words, I have more important worries
than helping you take a snot nosed tyke away from his mother for your own brief amusement.
So get a life, baby freak!"
April
26, 2002
Tug of love
by Brent Kellogg
Sources close to the 'Baby K' case have leaked information that if acted upon
could have grave consequences.
The man at the center of the baby wrangle, businessman Jack Abbott, is reportedly
contemplating asking his nemesis to join in the fray by testifying against the baby's
biological mother, architect Diane Jenkins.
Genoa City's most powerful man, Victor Newman is not thought to have any interest in
helping the one man in this world he hates most. However, Newman may waffle if he can find
a way to make helping an Abbott piglet work to his advantage.
The tug of love appeared to be reaching a crescendo with both sides near a compromise when
Abbott sprung the news he wants to file criminal charges against Jenkins. But as usual,
Abbott hasn't done his homework.
Newman's testimony in a criminal case would implicate the love of his life, Nikki Newman.
It was Mrs. Newman who switched the sperm Jenkins stole. It is highly unlikely the police
would bring charges in what is clearly a civil, not criminal, case. A criminal case could
find Abbott and his partner in crime up to their necks in a legal mess. Newman for her
role in switching the sperm and Abbott for conspiring with Newman proceeding and during
their breaking and entering a local sperm lab.
Bottom line: Criminal charges could only be brought against Jenkins if Victor Newman were
to file a complaint. But the statute of limitations may have run out and Newman has no
basis for filing a civil suit.
Jack Abbott would do well to re-think his position. By all aspects, Jenkins has him over a
barrel. There is no doubt she is a good mother, is willing to give liberal visitation and
even sleep with Abbott if that's what it takes to make him a happy camper. Looking a gift
horse in the mouth is never smart.
March 12, 2002
Abbott advised not to seek full custody of Jenkins baby!
As the
Genoa City News has reported, it would be foolhardy for Jabot Cosmetics CEO Jack Abbott
to, as is his intention, seek full custody of the child Diane Jenkins procreated with the
unauthorized use of his sperm.
Abbott's mouth
piece, all-purpose attorney John Silva, has confirmed he will advise his client to abandon
any hope of full custody and will instead recommend a joint custody arrangement.
In contrast to
an earlier request to have Abbott's wife present during courtroom proceedings, Silva will
reverse course and admonish Abbott to leave Phyllis Abbott at home because she could doom
what little chance Abbott has of winning his case.
Friday, 02.08.02
Abbott swipes DNA!
In an apparent
effort to avoid the legal hassles involved in preventing sperm thief Diane Jenkins from
leaving Genoa City, Jabot Cosmetics CEO Jack Abbott has taken matters into his own hands.
After receiving
instructions on how to obtain DNA samples, a stroke of genius will place Abbott alone with
the baby he involuntarily sired on Monday. With Q-tips at the ready, Abbott will swab the
child's mouth before poking around in Diane Jenkins' purse for what is thought to be hair
samples. However, blood from a 'personal item' could not be ruled out. Gross? Maybe - but
it is possible as what Abbott swiped and placed in a plastic bag was not discernable.
The legal
implications of stealing DNA samples are cloudy and in fact may set a precedent. Lawyers
contacted by the Genoa City News had never heard of a case involving stolen DNA.
"A woman
steals one man's sperm but gets pregnant with another man's sperm after another woman
switches the stolen sperm and then the man who's sperm was stolen swipes DNA from the
woman who stole the sperm and her baby? Man, this Genoa City place is weird," said
one lawyer who asked not to be identified.
Abbott
reportedly wants full custody and raise the child without the biological mother in the
picture. A custody battle is on the horizon and the odds of Abbott getting what he wants
are not good.
Wednesday, 02.06.02
Abbott to seek full custody of child!
The Genoa
City News has learned that Jabot Cosmetics CEO Jack Abbott will soon seek to have the
mother of his child declared unfit and attempt to gain full custody of her child!
Abbott is
expected to obtain the proof he needs to prove Kyle Wyllie Newman is his son and will
inform the boy's mother, sperm thief Diane Jenkins.
Jenkins will be
able to avoid a nasty custody case if she can get out of the country but Abbott reportedly
has a lawyer standing by ready to block such a move.
Abbott's
ultimate motive is to raise the child himself with the help of his current wife, Phyllis.
However, it is unclear just how much Mrs. Abbott knows and whether she would go along with
such a plan.
Wednesday, 01.30.02
Other shoe drops on Abbott
Out of some
sick concern for her former husband's current wife, sperm switcher Nikki Newman dropped
the other shoe Wednesday when she informed Jabot Cosmetics CEO Jack Abbott that he is the
father of sperm thief Diane Jenkins' baby.
Assured there
is no way Phyllis Abbott will try again to have a baby and because she doesn't want to
"spoil" Abbott's marriage, Newman spilled the beans. "That sweet little boy
is yours."
The startling
development should result in an immediate call to the nearest all-purpose lawyer. Abbott
needs to know if in fact his sperm created a baby and if so what his parental rights are
since he will without a doubt want to 'bond' with the child.
Abbott seems
concerned Jenkins might leave town and will need a way to obtain some DNA. Simply telling
Jenkins what she already suspects, that he is the daddy, would seem the obvious choice but
Abbott fears Jenkins may want more than just knowledge. A seemingly easy task can take
months in Genoa City and have an uncanny way of becoming very complicated. Abbott's
statement, "if I never seen Diane again it will be too soon," doesn't help.
It remains
ambiguous if Abbott wants custodianship and trying to gain custody could be impregnable
because it would have to be proven that Jenkins committed a crime when she stole Victor
Newman's sperm. Since Jenkins was unaware that the sperm she used was Abbott's, legal
technicalities should keep her out of harms way.
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