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The Alec Foster Speculation

He's a cheating loser!
Probably the most popular of all the Alec Foster theories and the only one with some semblance of hard evidence to back it up, is the theory that Mr. Foster is cheating on poor Gillian. What have we got to prove ourselves? Well, for one, Alec seems to get awfully jittery when Cal comes around. Gee, why would Mr. Suave get the goosebumps when a world renowned lie-detector drops in (unless he doesn't want anyone to know about his bed-wetting mishaps!)

Ria notices the signs from episode one that Alec is lying to Gillian's face. Most cheater's I've...

NOTE:I DO NOT OWN LIE TO ME OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS......wish i did lol

Gillian sat in her office, going through all her old pictures. She got the scissors out and began to cut Alec's head off of a picture, just as Cal walked in. It had been 7 months since her divorce.

"What ARE you doing," he asked slowly.

"Fulfilling my dream from last night," she said fully happy.

"Was he really that mean?"

"Um, let me think.......yea," she said in a voice Cal just loved.

"I want to ask you a question, Love" and he noticed the smile she was trying hard to conseal from him calling her love.

"Shoot," she said. Focusing...

I sadly dont own lie to me or the characters. <3


The ride home was silent exept for their heavy breaths. She carried their coats and he carried the food.

"Sorry but I have to change...you'll have to be soaking wet on your own." Cal said to Gillian referring to her not having any clothes other than her soaking wet work ones. Which were clinging to her wet body making him look at her longer and him want her and his pupils dialate.

"I'm always prepared." She said while pulling out a pair of jeans and a form-fitting,v-neck t-shirt of her purse.

"No wonder those things are huge...come on the bathroom's...

He had practiced what he was going to say for hours. He had barely gotten any sleep last night he was so nervous. Now he was walking down the hallway to her office. He was nervous and his heart was beating so fast he was afraid he would have a stroke. Almost there. Cal stood outside of Foster’s office, wringing his hands. He went over his speech once more and stepped inside her office.
    The first thing Cal saw was the back of Foster’s head. Her straight brown-golden hair fell to her shoulders, and Cal instantly forgot everything. He was in a trance of her beauty,...