tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82100912840849442952024-03-19T11:50:15.172+00:00Nics BitsNicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.comBlogger206125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-44216389648581797142017-06-03T14:53:00.000+01:002017-06-03T14:53:05.186+01:00Where's all the Time Gone?!?<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh my goodness me...<br />Where has it all gone to?<br />Four years... I mean, four flipping years!<br /><br />Golly, I am sorry about that.<br />But life has, been well; life.<br />I am now 40 (I know right, who'd of thunk it?)<br />Back within the political fold and fired up by Brexshit among other things.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But what about you guys?<br />How are things with you? What have I missed since I have been away?<br />I have changed a lot, but not necessarily for the better ~ wouldn't be me otherwise right?</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, this time I do promise to blog a bit more... <br />Though, lord only knows what about... Been one of the lives if you know what I mean!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyways, Luv and Respect</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Peace Out from your friend, Nicky xxx</span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-81162150705080809712013-10-19T22:25:00.000+01:002013-10-19T22:26:53.249+01:00Been a While....<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well it has been a while hasn't it?</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sorry for that but life has been hectic what with one thing and another, I just have not had the time to write on my blog... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, here I am now. Ready, willing and pretty much almost able to write some... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Several elections, writing courses and one published book; womb cancer scare and recovery all have gone and now I am here with a new lease of live a writing group and a-level creative writing course to keep me ticking over... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Things could not be better, I have left much of my political past where it should be and am all about family; my true friends and getting back to the writing I love and live for. </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Enjoy my work and your life!</span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0Duston, Northampton NN5, UK52.243441999999988 -0.9433710000000701332.119384999999987 -42.251965000000069 72.367498999999981 40.365222999999929tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-53704376423088132882012-07-02T09:59:00.004+01:002012-07-02T09:59:54.035+01:00Mr. Greybeard... (a little ficlet)<span style="color: blue;"><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">His eyes are the first thing you notice.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Cold and steely blue.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">They have seen much during their lifetime, no doubt about that.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">They can say so much, yet also so little.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">His time ravaged, battle scared face is the next thing you see.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">What emotionless emotions he must have seen?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">How he must have lived?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">You cannot help but wonder just what life had thrown at him.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">What caused him to gain those scars in the first place?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">There is quietness to him, like he has no voice.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Maybe he does not wish to speak; maybe life has dealt him one too many bad hands?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">But without words he can portray a million and one things most men cannot.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">While he may not show his emotions, or lack thereof; he can be very silent about them.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Something about him just tells you what he is trying to convey.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">His beard and hair tell you that he has seen life, that he is older than he feels maybe.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">They speak of a man who has known all that is good and all that is bad; wrong and evil with life and the human race.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Has he love and lost? Has he felt pain and sorrow? Has his heart known joy and happiness?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">All questions I could answer, if I knew him.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Five years of a close working relationship; and yet I know nothing of the man stood in front of me.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The man that has just saved my life.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The man that is clearly my heron and saviour.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">The one who is holding out his weatherworn hand for me to take, which of course I do.</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">Who is this man that I know, yet know nothing about at all?</span><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: #f2f8f1; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">© Nicky D Sarti 2012</span></span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-77498565016147622322012-06-30T06:09:00.000+01:002012-06-30T06:10:43.447+01:00Anger Management ~ Lea's Story!<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This
story is just a little bit of fan fiction, all wrestling characters are © to
WWE & Vince McMahon; Leanne’s character is © to herself. With love and
thanks to Leanne Spooks for allowing me to post this little ficlet. I hope you
enjoy!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 1 The Beginning)</span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>
returns home, he is shocked to find his wife with another man. Coming to terms
with the fallout of his marriage, he is forced to take classes for his anger
issues. It is there that he finds an unlikely, life-changing friendship.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
walked through the door and stopped immediately, dropping his bags by his side
and awaiting on the onslaught of hugs and kisses he had grown accustomed to
upon returning from the road. After a few seconds of silence and realizing he
was standing with his arms outstretched with no one before him to greet, he
snickered to himself before retrieving the large case on the floor and looking
around the spacious, neat home.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Honey? I'm home!” he bellowed through the foyer,
before removing his coat and hanging it on the hook nearby.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He threw his keys onto the desk and fished through
the mail that lay nearby, almost anticipating his wife to ambush him at any
moment. It was something that he looked forward to after returning home, and
seeing as they were still newlyweds with an infant, everything was still
exciting. At least for him it was.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He threw the mail back on the table and looked
around once more, before walking down the short hallway to the living room. He
peered inside and frowned at the emptiness before heading forward to the next
room.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He knew he remembered to tell his wife he was
returning a day early and the odd silence in the house unsettled him slightly.
Usually the television would be blaring with Dora the Explorer or Little
Einstein’s or the stereo system she had bought him the Christmas before would
be blaring some sort of children's music.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After checking the dining room, the den and the
kitchen and uncovering even more emptiness and silence, he shrugged his
shoulder and retreated to the living room once more. He decided to space out on
the couch for a few, thinking perhaps his wife had gone to the store or to his parent’s
house for the afternoon. It would give him his last little bit of silence
before tending to their daughter for the next few nights. Besides giving his
wife, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname> the much needed rest
she was craving, it gave him those precious moments with his little Alanna,
before returning to the road once more.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He hated being away from his new family for so
long, but he knew if he hadn't, the life they had built for themselves wouldn't
exist. And besides his wife and their daughter, wrestling was his passion. He
knew it was something that was within his blood from the time he was little
when his mom hesitantly agreed to allow him to attend his first Wrestlemania.
Ever since that moment he was hooked.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He honestly couldn't see himself doing much else,
anyway. He hadn't attended college anywhere and his stint in the <st2:place w:st="on">US</st2:place>
military hadn't gone the way he had pictured. Looking back on those days, he
realized how incredibly naïve and immature he actually was then.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He exhausted a deep sigh as he allowed his eyes to
close briefly, as he envisioned his shopping trip just days before. He had
wanted to visit the large Toys 'R Us store in <st2:place w:st="on">Arizona</st2:place> to look for something for his
daughter. After dragging 2 of his best friends along with him and spending an
hour and a half in the store, he finally found the perfect gift and bought it
without a second thought.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, he couldn't wait to see the look on his
daughters face when she saw the large play set he had purchased.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His eyes darted open when he heard the loud noise
coming from upstairs. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds and flying up
the stairs quicker than lightning. He knew he had called to his wife when he
entered the door and his only thought was a bugler had entered his home through
an opened window upstairs somewhere. He was certain <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
wasn't home, or else she would have called back and rushed towards him, like
she always had before.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He eased his way into the long hallway at the top
of the steps and walked silently towards his bedroom door. He pressed his ear
against the door as another sound resonated and a series of whispers and
muffled voices were heard within. He strained to hear what was being said, but
the voices were too hushed to make anything out clearly. He stepped back and
rubbed his hands together before turning the knob and busting through the door.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the he---” he yelled in a deep voice, before
stopping quickly in his shoes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?!”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname> exclaimed, covering her
nearly naked form.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>?
What's going on?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, feeling
his blood start to boil as his eyes feel over the other male in the room,
scrambling to finish dressing.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“When did you get home, sweetheart?” she asked in
a high-pitched voice.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Who the hell are you?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, stepping towards the male and ignoring his wife’s question.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm, um-- Trent.” the man said, extending his
hand.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, who
the hell is...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> began, giving
the guy a once over, before returning his attention back to his wife. “..<st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I think it's best if I leave.” <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
responded, as he grabbed his shoes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, really. I think it's best you stay.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said calmly, slamming the door and blocking it.
“Where the hell is Alanna?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sh-- She's at your parent’s house. What are you
doing home early, baby?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> asked,
drawing closer to him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't---” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, closing his eyes as his hand flew in the air, stopping her dead in her
tracks. “--touch me.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, it's really...”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>?
Not what it looks like?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
finished for her. “It looks to me that my wife is half naked in my bedroom with
another man!”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
please.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> urged, stepping closer.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Who is he?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, trying to keep his cool as he spoke through clenched teeth. “And how
long has this been going on?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>...”
she sighed, looking over her shoulder at <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>. “I
was going to tell you. I really was.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How long, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>?”
he asked again, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Almost 2 years.” she said, in barely a whisper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Did I hear you correctly? Did you say 2 years?!”
he screamed, as his eyes narrowed on her.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah.” she spoke softly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>?”
he asked, lowering his voice slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, it's just-- everything was too much to
handle. You were on the road, I was alone and <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
was here.” she said, a few tears flowing from her eyes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't give me that bullshit, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>. Just---” he stopped, clearing his head and
allowing himself to collect himself before continuing. “--get your shit and get
the fuck out.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
please...” she pleaded, her hands covering her mouth.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, you
heard me. I'm doing this as nicely as possible. Please, just leave.” he voiced.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, I
never...” she began, the tears stinging her eyes, the lump in her throat almost
making it impossible to finish her sentence. “...I never meant to hurt you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam---</st1:givenname>”
he warned.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Instead of continuing, he looked at her and
pointed towards the door, as he slowly moved away from it. He hadn't planned on
coming home to find his wife cheating. It was something he never thought she
was capable off and considering his track record, everyone would have bet that
it would've been <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> in her shoes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“There's something else you have to know before I
leave.” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes as <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
stood and stood beside her and grabbed her hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The gesture caused <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
to tense up. He rolled his neck around slowly, trying to relieve the tension
forming. His suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but he wasn't fully prepared
for the bombshell she was about to drop on him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alanna....” she spoke softly, before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> interrupted.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What about my daughter?” he fumed, glaring at the
other man.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, she may not be yours.” she whispered, as
the tears fell down her face all over.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
closed his eyes and turned around, wondering if he had heard his wife
correctly. The woman he thought bore his child was now telling him that she, in
fact, might not even be his child at all. He rubbed the back of his neck,
before he felt the tears stinging his own eyes. He turned around quickly,
realizing the room was empty.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Something inside of him snapped, as he grabbed the
closest thing and launched it at the large mirror above the dresser, shattering
it into a million pieces. The frame flew back and came to rest at his feet, the
picture starring up at him, like a reminder of what once was. He picked it up
and stared at the photo of his wedding day. He felt the tears dripping from his
eyes once more before the angered rage set in. He launched the frame once more,
this time with more power, causing it to shatter amongst the broken glass lining
the floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He continued his reckless raid upon his bedroom,
smashing lamps and end tables, scattering the sheets and blankets onto the
floor before ripping the seams from the pillows and throwing the stuffing
aimlessly around the room. He moved from picture frame to picture frame,
destroying the coloured memory in his wake, not caring about his actions.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He saw the large flat screen plasma television
resting on the large bureau by the bathroom door. He remembered how she had
wanted one so badly in their bedroom for their weekly movie nights while he was
out of action on injury leave. Without another thought, he trampled towards the
set and pushed it to the floor, the casing busting and the glass from within
shattering and echoing throughout the house.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He continued by ripping the drawers open and
throwing her undergarments from the opened window nearby. He watched as the
pile of colourful fabric made a rainbow upon his backyard. He continued to the
next door and the next, before the bureau was empty and the drawers lie dishevelled
amongst the growing clutter.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He looked around the room before falling to his
knees, the exhaustion and hurt setting in, as the tears fell from his eyes. He
hadn't the faintest idea his wife was so cold, so frigid in allowing him to
believe he fathered a child that in the end might not even be his. The tears
stung his flustered, reddened checks, but he didn't care.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He just wanted everything to go back to normal,
but he had no idea what that even was anymore. He knew things would never be
the same; the happy family he had worked so hard in building came crumbling
down in one day, without his doing at all.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He thought of his parents and the hurt they would
undoubtedly feel after knowing their granddaughter might not be theirs after
all. His brother and sister, who cared so deeply for their niece, might have
their own world crash down on them after hearing the news.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His felt the soft touch on his shoulder when he
spun around. He was met with the soft, blue eyes he was so familiar with and
noticed the tears lining her eyes as well. He stood and shook his head slowly,
a fresh set of tears forming in his eyes and falling down his swollen face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Baby, I'm sorry.” she whispered, shaking her own
head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She extended her arms then, not wanting another word
to be said, knowing her son needed her now more than ever. He excepted the
gesture and collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as his father
watched from the doorway.</span></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 2 Back at Work)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
slammed the car door, as the sound vibrated throughout the nearly empty parking
garage. He sighed to himself, feeling the exhaustion set in as his shoulders
hung and he began the short walk to the backstage area. It had been nearly a
week since he had been on the road, and aside from not being alone anymore, he
wasn't thrilled to be back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had cancelled all his prior commitments
beforehand because of the turn of events that had happened, but knowing he
couldn't put out off his job any longer, he had hesitantly boarded his plane
and made it to the arena. He wasn't particularly happy about facing his
co-workers, knowing they would've been informed about his deteriorating
marriage before his return, but realizing there was no other way around things,
he had to press forward.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His week had been filled with appointments to
attorneys, doctor appointments, as well as tears and crushed hearts from his
family, as well as himself. It was almost too much to bare every time he had to
look at his parents, but it was something he knew they had to get through
together. Had they not been there for him, he wasn't sure if he could live any
longer, but he managed, with each passing day.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The hardest part for him by far was the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">DNA</st2:stockticker> test he had supplied his physician just mere
days before. He hadn't known his heart could beat so fast and crumble at the
same time, but it was the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life and it
was something he hoped he never had to do again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He hoped and prayed above all else that Alanna was
his child, but at the same time, it was too much for him to get his hopes up,
in fear that his world would come crashing down once more. It was something he
wasn't sure he could live through, no matter how many people was around him. It
was hard enough knowing the results might not be back for 6 weeks. The only
thing he had to look forward to was his weekend visitations with his daughter. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> had agreed to let his family continue to see the
baby while testing was decided.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
had agreed to wait until after the paternity was decided before they continued
with the divorce proceedings. Even if she thought there could be some small
hope of saving their marriage, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had completely given up on the thought. The mental picture of his wife, nude in
their bedroom with another man was too much for him to begin getting over and
he decided not even trying. Especially after she had told him the truth about
her affair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He entered the large backstage area and looked
around before his good friend, <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
sauntered by his side. He gave a half-hearted smile before embracing the
younger man and squeezing him tightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If there's anything you need, dude...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> said, letting his words linger in the air.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, his focus falling towards the cement
floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How are you holding up?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
asked softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm... here.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, pursing his lips together.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I mean it. Anything...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
repeated, as he arched his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thanks.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, letting a small smile escape. “I think I'm going to grab a shower before
the show tonight. I'll catch ya later, alright?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, dude. See ya later.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> replied, waving after him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
continued on his journey, hoping to find an empty locker room so he could be
alone with his thoughts. He wasn't ready to socialize above the norm with
anyone, knowing everyone would offer their sympathies and sorrows towards his
situation. He didn't want anyone’s pity. He wanted to continue living life as
much as possibly and try in putting the entire mess behind him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He finally found an empty room and threw his bag
on the couch before shutting the door behind him. It had always been in his
routine to get a shower before checking in with the creative team and grabbing
a bite to eat before every show. His friends would often tease him about showering
before a match, saying the procedure was backwards. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
always fired back by saying he showered before and after his matches and he
liked being clean. He saw nothing wrong with that, but his co-workers still
dogged him for it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he unpacked his bag, grabbing the clothing he
would need afterwards, his hand rubbed across something hard. He pulled it out
slowly, his heart beating faster and faster. He knew almost immediately what it
was, but had to see the object with his own eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her small blue eyes starred back at him as he
pulled the frame from his bag. His heart seemed to stop as he ran a finger over
the picture and closed his eyes, warding off the tears that were threatening to
fall. He shook his head silently before opening them again, the picture looking
back at him and breaking his heart in the process.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He slammed the frame on the leather couch beside
him before releasing a scream from deep within. He grabbed the water bottle
positioned on the table beside him and threw it at the door, the contents
pouring out and splashing everywhere.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't aware of his own actions, as he moved
around the room, grabbing random items and slamming them around, as the tears
flowed freely and his heart breaking all over again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why?!?” he screamed aloud, as he tore threw the
large desk, emptying its contents on the floor and slamming the large, wooden
drawer to the floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He didn't hear the door behind him open and he
could care less in that moment. His only thoughts were on his daughter and the
pain he was feeling. It seemed as if no matter what he tried doing, a reminder
was always there of what once was and how bleak his life seemed now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!
What the--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> screamed behind him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
didn't bother turning around. He was lost in his own world, filled with anger,
hate and resentment. He wanted nothing more to turn back time and erase every
hurtful thing about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> and her lover,
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
reached out and grabbed <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s arm,
turning him around in the process. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
glared at <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>, as if he was interrupting
something important, and without realizing what he was doing, he drew back and
his fist connected with <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>'s mouth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the hell is your problem, dude?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> yelled, bringing his hand up to his mouth
checking for the blood he undoubtedly knew was there.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>,
just get the fuck out of my face!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
seethed, as he wiped the wetness from his cheeks before turning around pushing
the desk over.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
threw his hands in the air, knowing that reasoning with the younger man was not
happening. Instead, he thought of bringing someone else that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> might listen to. Sure, he and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> were the best of friends, but he knew that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was aware of their closeness and <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> would protect him come hell or high water. If he
brought in another force, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> might
break down and listen and bring him back to reality.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname>,
man, I need your--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> said, before
being cut off.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the hell happened to your lip?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname> asked, pointing at <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>'s
upper lip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
He's going completely crazy. He's throwing shit around and he won't listen to
me. The damn room is a mess, man.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
said, wiping more blood from his mouth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Where at?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname>
asked, taking the lead down the hall.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
didn't have to answer, as they rounded the corner and immediately heard the
screams. They quickened their pace as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname>
entered the room first, and stepped back slightly as he surveyed the room and
the damage <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had created. He shook
his head before slowly walking towards <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He touched his shoulder gently as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> reeled around, his features softening
instantly. He shook his head before bringing his hands up to his face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, look, I know what's happening right now--
it sucks.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname> began.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It sucks?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
spat out. “You don't know shit, man!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
just calm down and let's sit and talk about this.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname>
urged.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't wanna talk, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said calmly, before looking up
at him. “I want my old life back.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
pushed past <st1:givenname w:st="on">Hunter</st1:givenname> as he made his way
over towards the couch, his eyes locking with the picture frame that rested on
the cushion. His anger instantly flared back up, as he picked the frame up and
squeezed his hands around it.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the --” came a voice from the door.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before anymore could be said, the frame shattered
against the wall, missing <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
<st1:sn w:st="on">McMahon</st1:sn></st2:personname>'s head by just inches. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> stared at the wall in shock before turning his
attention to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. He wasn't sure of
what to say and the other men in the room, were just as stunned as everyone's
focus was on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Look, I know you're going through a tough time
right now, but it does not call for this... this -- destruction. I've went down
this road with you before and we're not heading there again, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
said sternly before stepping further into the room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I.. I --” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stammered, trying to find words, as he looked around the room, realizing the
shambles of demolition he had caused.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't want to hear it. If you want to keep your
job, you'll attend anger management classes immediately! I will not put up with
your shit once more.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> explained,
as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s face fell. “Randy, I'm
sorry, but I refuse to go through this week after week. You need to go home and
take care of yourself. After that, you know there's a place here for you, but
until then, you need to sum things up on your end.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm sorry, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">McMahon</st1:sn></st2:personname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know you are, but this is the only way, son.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> said, squeezing his shoulder.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
simply nodded his head as he picked his belongings up from the couch and packed
his bag in silence. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> stood over
him as he watched the young man. He truly felt sorry about the hand he was
dealt but knew there was no other alternative for him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had saw the destruction <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
has caused years ago right after he was brought up from OVW. He had wrecked
hotel rooms from his anger and thought to himself them that classes would help.
After Hunter and Ric had intervened, Randy had seemed to straightened his act
and taken his career more seriously.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knowing his anger was stemmed from another source
this time, he knew things wouldn't be resolved unless he received help. He knew
that life one the road weighed heavily enough on a person; the situation <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was in now would have only made it worse.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Come on, man. I'll walk you out.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> said, as he wiped his lip once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm really sorry about--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
started.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
urged. “It's alright.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't mean--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
began again.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, dude. I just-- I'm worried about you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> said, sighing. “Go home and get this shit taken
care of so you can get back on the road and tear it up with me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
agreed, although in the back of his mind, he wasn't even sure if everything
could be fixed at this point.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
threw his bag into the back of his rental car and turned to face <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> before offering him a sympathetic smile. He
hugged him once more and stepped back, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
looked around the empty parking lot and sighed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I guess I better be leaving.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, shoving his hands into his jeans.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. If you need me--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
repeated for the third time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know. I know.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, releasing a smile for the first time in days. “I think <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> is right. I need to get things squared away
back home and I don't need-- this...” he said, waving his hand in the air.
“...weighing on my mind, too.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
agreed, shaking his head. “When you get back, we'll hit up the night clubs.
It'll be like old times. How longs' it been since you were the 'Lady Killer',
dude?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> snickered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
laughed and rolled his eyes, trying to count in his head how many times he had
turned woman down since he had gotten with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.
It tugged on his heart knowing he had been able to turn so many girls down but
she couldn't do the same, and her bad judgment had lead to him possibly losing
the greatest thing in his life.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We'll see, dude.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You still got it in ya.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
urged.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, somewhere. I'll have to find it, along with
my sanity when I go back home.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, opening his car door. “Tell <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
I'll send him a check for the damages.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll let him know. Take care, man.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> said, as he watched the younger man slam the car
door shut and fire the engine.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You too.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
called out the window as he drove off into the unknown.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 3 Alanna)</span></h2>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
sighed once more as he continued to stare out the window, watching the blocks
of the sidewalks fade quickly behind him. He had silenced himself the entire
drive, trying to keep his mind from thinking of the harsh reality that had
surrounded him now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His father shook his head silently, as he
continued driving down the large 4-lane highway. He hated to see his son in
such bad spirits, as if a black cloud was now looming over him; on the
contrary, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was the exact
opposite. Usually so carefree, full of life and always had a smile on his face,
no matter what the situation was.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He understood the circumstances his son was now
facing, and couldn't begin to grasp the amount of pain and sorrow he was
feeling. He had three beautiful blessings of his own that he considered his
life; he hadn't the faintest clue of what it would be like for one to be ripped
from him, seemingly overnight. He knew he could survive the heartbreak of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> cheating on him, but if Alanna turned out not
being his, he didn't know how far his son would spiral downward.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know, you're doing the right thing.” <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>
said lightly, finally breaking the silence.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I know, Pops.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
agreed, giving him a brief look, before looking at his hands.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Your mother and I-- we're proud of you.” his
father stated, patting his leg, as he pulled into an empty parking space and
cut the engine.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, dad.” he said, shaking his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It might not be as bad as it seems. I mean, it
could teach you other things besides your anger control.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>
said, shrugging his shoulders.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, you think I have an anger problem, too, huh?”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, his eyes glassing over as
he looked up at his father.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't say that, son. I'm just trying to think
from both sides of the fence here. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>'s
hands were kind of tied in the matter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>
said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Perhaps, but I don't have anger issues. I know
why I was pissed and I know why I wrecked--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
began, before his dad cut him off.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you remember doing it, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> asked, turning in his seat to
better face him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> fell
silent for a moment, taking in everything he had done over the past 2 weeks. He
could remember his wife and her lover in their bedroom, he remembered his
mother coming in afterwards and hugging him like there was no tomorrow, he
remembered seeing Alanna here and there when Sam would drop her off and he
could remember moving his stuff into his parents house for the time being.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He remembered just about everything he had done.
From <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> telling him he had no
choice but to enter an anger management class, to the plane ride, to the talk
with his parents and his siblings. He could remember the sleepless nights, the
tears, his broken heart longing for his daughter, the feeling of emptiness and
pain. He remembered everything that seemed importantly to him, he thought.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. Do you remember the day this all
started?” his dad asked him softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, what about it.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, his eyes narrowing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, do you remember what happened afterwards,
Randal?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> questioned.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“When mom came in the room?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked in a state of confusion.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, yeah, but right before that--” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> sighed before continuing. “<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> left the house that day when you
returned home and immediately came to the house to explain things to us. We
weren't too happy to say the least, especially where Alanna was concerned, but
we dealt with it. When you're mother and I drove to your house after <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> picked the baby up, your bedroom was in shambles.
Do you remember what happened from the time <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
left and your mom walked in?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Dad, please don't mention her name.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> pleaded, as he tightened his fists.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, son.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>
reasoned, sighing once more. “Look, I'll be here shortly after 3 to pick you
up, alright?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, dad.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, managing a weak smile before leaping from the SUV.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, as he
walked slowly towards the large brick building before him. He wasn't happy to
be taking part in anything that was voluntary on his behalf, but seeing as his
hands were tied, he had no choice but to proceed forward.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had no idea what his father was talking about
either. It seemed as if his dad was pressing the issue, more than helping him,
and it angered him almost immediately. He just wanted a strong support system
around him, and every time he turned around, it seemed as if people were
questioning his actions, almost as if no one trusted him anymore.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was as if he was the one cheating on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, instead of it being the other way around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed and read the large, gold lettering on
the door before him. He rolled his neck slightly, before pushing the doors open
and stepping inside the cool, artificial air-conditioned room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He saw a row of chairs lining the far right and
left wall, a huge mirror lining the wall in front of him and a group of chairs
forming a circle in the middle. A cluster of people were at the opposite end of
the room, leaning against a stage, talking amongst themselves.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He decided to take a seat in the centre of the
room by himself. He wasn't in the mood for talking at the moment, and knowing
he would have to spill his life story in a matter of minutes, a moment alone
could possibly do him some good.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before he could collect his thoughts and focus on
the next hour and a half, a tall, slender blond man entered the room and
clapped his hands three times, drawing the crowd behind <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
to quiet down and take seats around him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello, ladies and gentlemen. Most of you know me,
but for those of you who don't, I'm <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Andrew</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Burke</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
You can call me Andi.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello, Andi.” the group replied in a robotic
tone.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, let's settle in and get down to
business. I see we have a new face in class with us today, so first, I'll have
him stand and introduce himself before we continue any further.” Andi said,
before looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and motioning
for him to stand. “Sir?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
looked around and rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up and offered a weak
smile towards the group. He was usually fine speaking in front of thousands of
people, he didn't understand why his nerves were getting the best of him now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, well, my name's Randy.” he said, giving a
wave to the class before taking his seat once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's nice to have you with us <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.” Andi said, smiling at him before turning his
attention to the rest of the class. “Last session, I had you guys all write
down one word, be it a person, a place, a feeling, whatever. From that one
word, you were to write down your thoughts and feelings, as well as why this
word angered you the most. So, who would like to go first?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Cars.” a man seethed, as he spoke through
clenched teeth, before standing up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> sat
back and watched a heavy-set man with glasses stand and read from a sheet of
lined, notebook paper. He couldn't help but yawn slightly, realizing that if he
did in fact have an anger problem, this class was the wrong place for him. It
felt like he was in school all over again, and that was a place that he swore
he would never return to again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nice job, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Kenneth</st1:givenname>.
For those of you wondering, this exercise is to teach us to write about those
moments where we feel anger the most, instead of acting on the rage. It's what
is known as 'anger mode.' Whenever you feel like your bubble is about to
explode, or your world is crashing down around you - which you all have
apparently felt, or else you would be here right now - I want you to write
about those feelings, that anger, and release it on paper instead of your
normal venting method.” Andi said, smiling at the group of people.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
would you like to go next?” Andi asked, as a well-toned, auburn woman stepped
forward and looked up at the class.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He locked eyes with her briefly before she
returned her attention to the paper and drew a deep breath in. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> noticed her soft features and couldn't help but
be intrigued by what she could possibly be angered by. She looked like the most
gentle, beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As soon as she spoke, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
realized how wrong his perception of her was completely off.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alanna.” she said, looking up with reddened eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This minute the name escaped her lips, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> felt his heart quicken and blood start to boil.
He tightened his fist, before releasing it, repeating the gesture over and
over. He couldn't believe he had been so wrong about the woman who stood before
the group now, but he instantly hated her as she started to read through her speech.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She was so innocent, I was told. She wasn't to be
blamed for the havoc that consumed my life, yet, I hated her from the minute I
knew the truth. She wasn't the source of the problem, I was told again. It was
all his fault, he wanted me to believe. Yet, I wouldn't listen to the attempts
of reasoning. And yet, here I stand, today, and the name still makes me sick to
my stomach.” she finished, as took her seat, a silent tear falling from her
cheek.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stood and kicked his chair backwards, as he began pacing the room. The loud
noise startled those around him, as their eyes fell on the man who ran his
fingers through his short, brown crew cut, not saying a word.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
is there something you would like to share?” Andi asked, startled by the his sudden
attitude turn.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stopped pacing, as he looked up at the group, his eyes falling on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s, the tears staining his own face. He shook
his head with anger, as he continued to stare at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why is that name so sickening?” he asked through
clenched teeth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I... I'd rather not talk about it.” she spoke
softly, dropping her head silently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wanna know why.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked again, stepping closer.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I said--” she answered, looking up from her
paper, as her eyes narrowed on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s.
“I'd rather not talk about it.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
while we are allowed to ask questions, we can't push the recovery process, and
we certainly don't want to risk the success that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
has made in class so far.” Andi said, trying to reason with the younger man.
“But, why don't you tell us what angers you the most and tell us why.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Trent.” he spat out, glaring at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her face shot up and met <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
icy, coloured eyes. He noticed her sudden change in reaction, but continued
with his rant. She hung on his every word as she listened to him intently,
watching his every moment, from the silent tears he shed to his saunter around
the room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I had it all. My life was perfect, before you
came into it, ruining the one thing I thought was most sacred. But, you had to
take it a step further and now, I risk losing the only thing I thought I could
hold onto the most. The one constant that I thought would be a part of me. The
one person who had my heart from the beginning.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And who is this person you speak so lovingly of?”
Andi asked, trying to break the daze <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had entered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My daughter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, dropping his head, before looking back up and narrowing his eyes on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>. “Alanna.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Okay, now I see the--” Andi smiled, before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> shot up from her seat. She made her steps
quickly and in now time was face to face with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>?” she questioned,
cocking her head to the side.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alanna.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
repeated, arching his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It couldn't be.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
whispered, as she shook her head. “Could it?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
gave her a confused look as Andi and the rest of the class watched the two
intently. No one knew what was going to happen, instead, they feel silent,
wanting to understand the confusion themselves.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Could it what?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, stepping back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alanna is...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
stopped, the lump forming in her throat not allowing her to continue.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is my daughter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, breathing rapidly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It must be a coincidence.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
stated, turning around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's a coincidence?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, grabbing her arm gently, wanting to understand her more than ever.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place> is--” she said, before
stopping once again, letting out a small breath.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is what?” he asked, shaking his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Was my husband.” she corrected.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, scrunching his brows.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And, he cheated on me with another woman and they
had a --” she stopped, the tears filling her eyes. “--bastard child together.”
she finished, spitting out the last word as if it was poison on her tongue.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
released her arm, as his hand ran through his short hair once more. He pinched
the bridge of his nose, feeling the headache starting to form as he close his
eyes slowly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What is the child's name?” he asked silently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
didn't speak for a second, afraid of the reality that would crash around her
once more. It was almost too much for her to take in the possibly of who <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> might actually be. Besides seeing him on the
television from time to time, she didn't know a thing about his personal life,
and didn't care to up until now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alanna.” she whispered, closing her own eyes,
waiting for the unexpected.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You said your husband cheated on you?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, wanting to get more facts before he
jumped any further ahead of himself.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, he did.” she answered, opening her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's her name?” he asked, knowing the answer
before he even asked the question.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Samantha.” she replied, sighing, as the tears
fell down her cheeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
felt the room starting to spin as he looked around slowly. He felt as if the
walls were closing in on him and what made it worse was the people that now
stared at the two as if they were the last gossip in the newspaper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's... that's impossible.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, finally able to make a sentence.
“That's... that's...”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You're wife.” she whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 4 The Change)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
turned around slowly, not sure of what to make of the current information he
was presented with. He had no clue he would be coming to his anger management
classes to have such a huge bomb dropped on him in the first day. It was almost
too much for him to bare, and he was almost certain this was his last class.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright everyone. We're going to do something
special today. I think we've hounded everyone for the past couple of weeks with
exercises and breakthroughs, so I'm going to dismiss class early.” Andi began,
looking at the two people before him, before turning his attention to the rest
of the class. “I'm going to ask that you have your 'anger mode' speeches ready
for us the next time we meet and we'll continue from there.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone stood up and scurrying for their
belongings, but <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> didn't move. They simply looked at each other,
both individuals not sure of their own feelings towards the other one. At one
point Randy felt sorry for the girl before him, but he quickly dismissed the
thought, realizing the actual reality between them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was unreal for <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
as she glared at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, not sure if
she should be angry, sad, confused or hurt. How was she to know the speech she
had prepared only a week before hand would be about the new guy in her anger
management class?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She stepped back slowly before giving off a weak
smile and turned to collect her own things. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
watched her movements, before he shook his head. Andi stood in front of him a
few seconds later, offering a smile of his own.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Today was, well, something else. I don't think
anyone, especially the two of you expected this. I don't suspect either one of
you knew about the other, really.” Andi said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No. I didn't even think about <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
having a wife. I just thought my wife--” he started, before shaking his head
and correcting himself. “<st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname> was
easy game for him.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I usually ask that I sit down with anyone
new to the class to go over their background information and their medical
conditions, but seeing as your employer made that available to me, I don't
think that will be necessary.” Andi stated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shaking his head, as he watched <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
walk through the double doors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, I do want to ask, given the special
circumstances between you and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
that there not be anything harmful done to each other to compromise her
progress, the classes, as well as your own. You had a breakthrough today, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
I've read your file that came from your boss. Apparently, the old <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> would have unleashed hell on the room.” Andi
said with a laugh.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, about that. Apparently there's some
instances that I don't remember and I've often wondered since my outburst at
work if I even need anger management.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shrugging his shoulders.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, seeing as you don't remember the damage you
do when a heated situation happens, I'd say your the perfect candidate for
these classes. It sounds as if you're experiencing black out spells when things
get tough. I really think we can help you, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
and I hope you change your mind.” Andi replied, frowning.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I was afraid you were going to say that.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, sighing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Look at it this way – right now, it's rooms and
furniture that you've destroyed. I've heard you've actually punched your best
friend. I don't want that getting any worse, because it could quite possibly be
jail time for you. Who knows?” Andi responded, trying to reason with him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I understand that.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, agreeing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Next week, we'll be doing some other exercises,
as well as some group therapy, but I really want to sit down with you and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> afterwards. I'd like to see if maybe there’s
some common ground between the two of you.” Andi asked, hopefully.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know, dude. I mean, that's touchy and...”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> began.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand that, but honestly, there's only one
way to get past this all. And we've got to start by talking and healing.” Andi
said, squeezing his shoulder lightly. “I'm going to give you my number. If you
ever need to talk to someone...”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, thanks.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, accepting the white card from his hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll see you next week then?” Andi asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I'll be here.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said softly, as he stuffed the number into his coat pocket and exited the room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once outside, he had decided to call his dad,
letting him know that class had let out early. He wasn't sure how he would explain
the weird turn of events that had taken place just moments before, but he was
sure that the classes would be interesting from here on out.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, it's hard for me to admit this, but she
looked just as hurt as I did.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, chewing his food slowly. “Confused, too.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why is that hard for you to admit?” his mother
asked, looking at him intently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Just the way she acted about the baby. I mean, it
isn't her fault all this shit happened. Why would anyone want to blame Lanyi in
all this?” he asked, pushing his plate back before placing his hands behind his
head and slouching deeper into the dining chair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randal, I'm not sure, but give her the benefit of
the doubt. Her world was turned upside down, just like yours. Only she had to
accept the fact that her husband possibly fathered a child out of this affair.
You had a lot to take in, but so did this young lady.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
explained.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I know, but still...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, trailing off.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know I would be the first to run to that
little girls defence, but in this situation, everything is hard enough. There's
no need to add more hurt and despair to someone else. Give her a chance.” she
urged, standing and grabbing the leftover dishes from the table.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
grabbed a few dishes and followed his mom into the kitchen, lost in thought. No
matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
out of his mind. There was something there deeper than an instant attraction.
He couldn't even say for sure if that's what he was drawn to. He saw her cry,
as if her heart was breaking on the spot, much like himself. They had so much
that they had lost, and rather ironically, in the same manner, in the same
situation.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yet the minute she uttered Alanna's name, he was
instantly sickened. And angered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know, mom. It's strange.” he said, leaning
against the counter and staring at the floor, collecting his thoughts.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's that, dear?” she asked, wiping her hand on
a dish towel.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I felt horrible for her when I saw her start to
cry. I wanted to reach out to her and hug her, but at the same time, she pissed
me off.” he said, shaking his head before looking at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, it means you have a heart.” his mother
laughed. “You have anger issues. That doesn't mean you’re a cruel, heartless
menace that doesn't care for people. You've always had a heart of gold.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Maybe.” he said, closing his eyes. “I just wish I
hadn't punched <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> or wrecked my
bedroom because of....”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Because of your anger?” she filled in for him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I was going to say <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
but you always have to be the voice of reason, don't you?” he asked, smiling
lightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's my job. Well, besides putting band-aids on
your scraped knees when you fall off your bike.” she said, winking at him as
she rubbed his arm.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, I'm not 5 anymore.” he said, rolling his
eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, to me, you'll always be my baby. No matter
how old you are.” she said, kissing his cheek before turning to leave.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, mother.” he laughed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know something, Randal?” she said, turning
before she left the kitchen.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's that?” he asked, arching his brows.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You've only went to one class, and I can see a
change in you already. It's nothing dramatic, but you've actually talked more
today than you have for the past 2 weeks.” she said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm trying, mom.” he said, shoving his hands into
his jeans.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, and I'm proud of you. That's all that
matters, son.” she said, before winking at him once more. “Night.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Night, mom. Love you.” he called after her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the eventful day he had had, he only wanted
to jump into a hot shower to relax his muscles and hit the sack. He had a
feeling sleep would come easy for him, but he knew he had to do one thing
before he relaxed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He owed his best friend an apology.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 5 Learning Tree)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
felt the warmth from the sun beaming through her bay window and hitting her
face. She forced her eyes shut tighter, trying to block the sun out. She only
wanted to see darkness for at least three more hours. She hadn't been able to
sleep well since she found out her husband was cheating on her, and even if she
knew he wasn't there with her any longer, her heart still ached for him just
the same.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew she would never take him back. She never
was the type of person to forgive so easily especially given her circumstances.
It just wasn't in her nature to be that forgiving. It probably stemmed from her
childhood, but today was not the day to ponder on where it started.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had yet another special class to attend that
day and she couldn't wait to get it over with. She wasn't sure why the director
had called to schedule an appointment, especially on her day off work, but she
couldn't really complain about it. She was court ordered to attending all
meetings, functions and exercises, unless she had damn good reason not to.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had a feeling that wanting to lay in bed for
the day was not a good enough reason.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She opened her eyes and flung the covers from her
bare legs and groaned. She managed to get more sleep than usual the night
before, and even she couldn't complain about that. She wasn't able to get <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> out of her mind, either.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That gave her a very unsettling feeling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew exactly who he was the minute he entered
the room almost a week before. She had saw him enough on the television.
Granted, she wasn't necessarily drawn to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn>, the wrestler, but she still felt drawn to <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
the individual.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had to admit he was handsome, with his blue
eyes that practically stared through her soul and his cocky smirk that he
carried without even knowing it. It usually pissed her off to see a guy who was
completely arrogant and cocky, but for some reason, it only made her weak in
the knees.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had saw the tears lining his eyes over the
mere mention of his daughter's name. She knew he was obviously as hurt and
upset over everything as she was, but she had truly felt sorry for him after
reading her speech. How was she to know that he was 'the other man?'</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She grabbed her clothes from the dresser and made
her way into the bathroom, preparing for a nice, warm shower. Her thoughts were
still on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> as she entered the warm
sprays, but she could feel her body release all tension, as the magical water
began to take effect.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She couldn't understand the range of thoughts she
was getting about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. She was sure
it wasn't just the attraction factor. There seemed to be so much more to it. It
could've been that they were at a similar crossroads in their life. Or that
they both saw the hurt in each others eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She wasn't sure, but she had to get her mind off
it before she had her session in a few hours. She had to have her mind clear
and focused on getting her anger issues about her soon-to-be-ex-husband out.
She didn't want to complicate or risk her progression by thinking of the
wrestler, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She pulled her car into the empty parking spot and
collected her belongings into her purse before cutting the engine and opening
the door. She still had nearly 20 minutes to spare, but she wanted to arrive
early, just to give the impression that she was giving an effort in her
recovery.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She didn't think she had extreme anger problems;
certainly not enough to be attending anger management classes, but seeing as it
was court ordered and she didn't want to do jail time, she would touch it out
through the next few months.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She opened the large double doors and walked inside,
almost surprised to see <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> leaning
against the wall. She slid her sunglass into her purse and offered him a small
smile as she stepped in front of him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hi.” she said, shuffling her feet.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hi.” he replied, just as soft.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You got called for a meeting, too?” she asked,
almost putting two and two together.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. It seems that way. Andi said he'd be out in
a minute.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, motioning
towards the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I guess they want to talk about....” she said,
trailing off trying to find the right words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“About our cheating exes?” he offered, smiling
slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“For lack of better words, yeah.” she replied,
returning the smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I guess it's a small world.” he said, shrugging
his shoulders.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ironic, if you ask <st2:place w:st="on">me.</st2:place>” she said, shifting her weight onto her
other foot.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Whys that?” he asked, scrunching his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You wouldn't call this ironic?” she asked,
arching her own brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ironic, sure, but intrigued to hear what you had
to say about it.” he replied.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Whys that?” she asked, mocking him as she placed
a hand on her hip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Just curious, I guess.” he shrugged.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I mean, your wife slept with my husband
and-- and--” she said, trailing off, as she carefully thought of her next
words. “...and I'm sorry for last week and my speech.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I kind of blew up and I'm sorry. I mean,
that's your feelings and yeah, I don't understand how you can blame a 4 month
old baby over all this, I understand your hurt just like I am.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> offered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You wanna know why I blamed Alanna?” she asked,
noticing he tensed up at the mention of the name.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I do.” he said, bringing his weight off the
wall and standing up straight.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I was pissed to begin with because if
anyone should have had a child with my husband...” she began.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's not proven yet.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
interrupted. “She could be mine.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, even so, there’s a possibility it may be
his. That was something that was so... so...” she began, trailing off, not able
to finish her sentence.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The tears lined her eyes and she shook her head a
minute, before wiping the falling droplets with the back of her hand. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> extended his hand for a minute, before stepping
back. He hadn't meant to strike a cord with her. He hadn't meant to make her
cry. He was only curious why she felt their situation was ironic. Why he was so
intrigued was beyond him, but now he felt stupid for even feeling curious at
all.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm...” he said, shaking his own head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, it's alright. You wanted to know why I hated
her and I'm going to tell you.” she said, wiping her eyes once more. “That child
should've been mine!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” he asked, confused.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She should have been mine. Not, his and that...
that...” she said, shaking her head again, as the tears fell. “That bitch!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She isn't his, alright?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
spoke up, finding himself yelling at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You don't know that!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
fired back, pointing her finger in his direction.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was
taken back by her anger, and felt his blood starting to boil at what she had
spat at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to relieve the tension. He
didn't want to blow up, but everything the issue was mentioned about Alanna not
being his, without failure, he was instantly pissed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If you would've keep your husband happy, none of
this would have happened.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
seethed, as he talked through clenched teeth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What did you say to me?” she asked, snapping her
head to face him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They glared at one another, their eyes locked on
one another, the hatred and anger rising to the surface. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
didn't care how hurtful the comment was. To him, her uttering the fact that he
might not be Alanna's father was the most hurtful thing she could have said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You heard me!” he screamed. “Goddamn it!” he
said, turning around and punching the brick wall.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You don't know shit about my marriage or what
happened in it. Besides, I could say the same thing about you. Apparently
you're not too satisfying, or else you're precious daughters paternity wouldn't
be in question!” she yelled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, believe me. It's not because my sexual
prowess is questionable!” he said, arching his brow. “There have never been any
complaints in that department, honey!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That you know of!” she huffed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You don't even know what you're talking about!?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> screamed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Doesn't matter! The fact that your wife went
looking elsewhere speaks volumes!” she yelled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I actually work for a living. I was hardly ever
home! You would know that if you even knew who the hell I was!” he screamed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know who the fuck you are! Should I be
impressed by that?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I could care less if you're impressed or not. The
fact remains that your husband had to find his piece of ass somewhere else! I'm
just sorry that it was with my wife!” he screamed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She shook her head, the tears flowing from her
eyes, as she wiped them angrily before throwing her hands into the air.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“This isn't even worth it!” she said through her
tears before she ran through the doors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
sighed as he watched her running out. He didn't know why, but in a matter of
seconds he felt his feet giving chase, as he, too ran outside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He stopped as soon as he felt the sunlight,
realizing she hadn't gotten farther than the sidewalk. She had fallen to her
knees, her body shaking violently from her sobs that ripped through her body.
He saw her look up, and instantly, he felt regret for all the bad things he had
said just moments earlier.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He rushed over to the grassy area and stopped by
her side, before kneeling down beside <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.
He wasn't sure if words were needed at the moment, as he had probably said
plenty already.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm... I'm...” he stuttered, as her eyes met his.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sniffled and wiped her cheeks, as a fresh set
of tears began to fall. She grabbed his shirt, letting a cry escape from her
lips before collapsing on his chest, letting the tears come freely. He wrapped
his arms around her back, bringing her closer to his body, as he rocked her
slowly in an effort to calm her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I can't have children.” she mumbled into his
shirt.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked softly, pulling her back slightly to look at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He brushed her auburn hair from her face, tucking
it behind her ears before wiping the forgotten tears that lined her cheeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“He slept with your wife because I can't have
kids.” she repeated, as new tears formed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was
speechless as he did the only natural thing that came to mind. He simply
brought her close to his chest, allowing her to cry all over again.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 6 Meeting of the Minds)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
called, his voice echoing off the silent house. “Mom!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randal <st1:givenname w:st="on">Keith</st1:givenname>,
what the hell is your problem?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
asked in a hushed voice, as she came barrelling down the stairs.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We have to talk.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, grabbing his mother's hand and ushering her towards a nearby chair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is everything alright? Randy, what is it?” she
asked as her hand covered her heart.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nothing bad. Well, I hope not anyway.” he said,
biting his lip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, what do you want?” she asked, sitting
down before rolling her eyes and smirking.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How do you know I want something?” he asked,
placing his hands on his hips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You always bite your lips when you want
something, so spill.” she ordered, waving her finger towards him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, remember how I was telling you about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>?” he asked, kneeling in front of her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, why?” she asked, clearly confused.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, we had a little bit of a falling out
earlier. Mostly on my behalf.” he admitted, bringing his hand to the back of
his neck.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randal, what did you do?” she asked, crossing her
legs. “Rather, what did you say?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I said some very mean things, which I know I
shouldn't have. But, that's just it!” he said, smiling brightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What on Earth do you have to be proud of?” she
asked, noticing his beaming face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I was wrong!” he stated, as he stood and began
pacing the floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Wrong about what?” she asked, confused once more.
“Randy, you're gonna have to dumb it down for me or something. I don't get what
you're trying to say.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, I do have anger issues.” he said, throwing
his hands into the air.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's what everyone has been trying to tell you
for years, Randy.” she said, not impressed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom, I can admit it now. It took me seeing the
tears in her eyes and the hurt that was written all over her face to make me
see it. I didn't realize what....” he tried continuing before she jumped up
from the chair, shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What did you do to her <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?
Would could you've possibly said to upset her?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
asked, almost badgering him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom...” he said sighing, knowing she would not
relent unless he told her to full argument that ensued between them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He continued explaining everything that had
happened, his mother completely appalled at his behaviour and words. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> explained the remainder of the story, finally
able to calm his mother down. She was satisfied knowing <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
was able to admit he had anger issues. She only hoped he would commit fully to
his classes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, anyway, I couldn't leave her alone, so
that's where you come in.” he finished.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do I have to do with anything?” she asked,
her confusion setting in once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I drove her here thinking maybe she could
have dinner with us?” he said, biting his lip again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, Randy, that's a good idea. Where on Earth
is she?” she asked, looking around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I left her right outside while I asked.” he said,
walking towards the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I swear you are so dense. It amazes me how you
get so many women swooning over you.” she said, tapping the back of his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mother!” he growled before smiling at her
lovingly as she opened the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My God, get in here.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
stated, ushering <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> into the
house.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm not intruding, am I?” she asked, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> as he rubbed the spot where his mother had hit
him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, dear, not at all.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
said, showing her into the living room with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
close behind.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know this must be weird for you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> stated, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Dear, none of this is your fault. Please, don't
think that.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said, giving her a
warm smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you for having me.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
said, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. “You can sit
beside me. I don't bite.” she smiled as she patted the cushion beside her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I'm going to go check on supper. Please
make yourself at home.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said,
as she winked at her son before disappearing into the kitchen.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lovely woman.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
stated plainly, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, that's my mom. I don't think she has a mean
bone in her body. Neither does my dad. Don't know where I get the anger
problems.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, shrugging his
shoulders and smiling lightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Something you were born with apparently.” she
replied.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, why are you in anger management anyway?” he
asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You really wanna hear?” she laughed nervously.
“Last time, you blew up at me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, I wanna know. What does that--” he was about
to ask before she held up a finger.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It has to do with--” she stopped, swallowing the
lump that was forming in her throat before continuing. “Sam.” she finished in
barely a whisper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>?” he
questioned, arching his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. You sure you wanna hear it now?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. I'd love to.” he said, smiling
sarcastically, as he leaned back into the arm of the couch, resting his hands
on the back of his neck.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, the day I found out about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname> and her, I went ballistic, to say the least.
She actually had to nerve to come to my house to pick him up. I had all his
shit packed, so he was carrying his suitcase to the car, I followed and as soon
as I saw her, I blacked out.” she said, shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“When I came to, I had her by the back of her
hair, screaming and yelling. <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place> grabbed my arm and
jerked me off her. By that time the cops came and put me in handcuffs. I know
she was pretty bad off, though. Too bad I don't remember it.” she finished, shrugging
her shoulders. “I'm sorry.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hey, don't be. She had it coming to her.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, shrugging his own shoulders. “That
doesn't bother me, alright?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, okay. How did you not find out about it?”
she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Probably because I was on the road. When did you
find out?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“About a month or so ago.” she answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't find out until about 2 weeks ago.
Apparently I like to wreck furniture and bedrooms. I tore through a locker room
at work and tore my bedroom to shreds.” he stated, embarrassed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She looked around the living room, noticing baby
pictures of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, and apparently his
siblings, a couple of his parents. Her eyes fell on one picture in particular,
as she stood, almost as if she was drawn to it by some magnetic force. She
picked the frame up from the entertainment centre and stared at the colourful
picture. She ran her finger down the side of the frame before looking up at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. Almost as if he read her mind, he stood and
made his way beside her before he spoke.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's---” he said, trailing off, not wanting to
anger her, but feeling his own anger rising. “That's Alanna.” he spoke softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She's beautiful.” she replied honestly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he said, closing his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't mean---”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, it's alright.” he said, looking at her. “I
have another 2 weeks of hell to live through before I know for sure if she's
mine. I just feel it right here.” he exclaimed, rubbing his chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, and I really hope, for your sake, that
she is your daughter. I really do, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> replied, replacing the frame
back to it's spot before she locked eyes with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he whispered, again, his breath
tickling her neck as he spoke.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He dropped his arm slowly, for the first time
mesmerized by the specks of blue-green that shone through her eyes. He felt the
tingling sensation shot through his spine as the sound of the phone echoed
through the house. He smiled nervously before looking at the floor and stepping
back slowly, realizing the lack of distance that had been between them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't sure what the feelings were that rushed
through him before. It was something he hadn't felt before around her. Usually
his anger was apparent when anything sparked between the two, but the instant
connection had been there from the first time they had met. He just figured it
was hatred, or sympathy. Not attraction.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
the phones for you.” his mom called from the kitchen. He returned his gaze to
hers, smiling softly before stepping back even more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll be right back.” he spoke softly, as he made
his exit towards the hallway.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He knew <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
was due to call, but he knew it was still relatively early for him to phone. He
should've been on a plane heading into <st2:place w:st="on">California</st2:place>
at this time. He couldn't think of anyone else it could've been, though.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello?” he questioned after picking up the
receiver.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randal.” the stern, crisp voice from the other
end said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He knew instantly who it was, as he relieved a
sigh and closed his eyes. He wasn't ready for a conversation with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>. At least, not yet, unless it pertained to
Alanna.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do you want, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>?”
he asked, exhausting another sigh.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, let's cut to the chase then.” she said,
sarcastically. “Would you and your parents mind keeping Alanna for the night?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
shook his head, wondering if he had heard her correctly. After realizing what
she had asked was indeed true, he sighed and smiled to himself. He hadn't seen
her for almost a week and the distance was killing him, regardless of if she
was biologically his or not.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I'll keep her, but why?” he asked,
confused.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Something came up and I have an appointment
tomorrow morning. I don't want to take her with me and figured you wouldn't
mind spending some time with her. I told you I wouldn't take her from you until
we knew for sure.” she stated, her voice becoming a little more stern.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, you want me to come pick her up?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No need to. I'm out front in the car. I'll be
there in a second.” she said, before the line went dead.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed again, before slamming the received back
onto the base and turning around slowly. He saw his mom standing only a few
feet away and he smiled before giving her a longing hug.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy are you okay?” she asked, pulling him back
to look at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, mom. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
outside and she wants us to take Layni for the night.” he explained.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She's outside? Right now?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
questioned, staring at the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Apparently. She has something she has to do
tomorrow morning. So, looks like we get to see the baby.” he said, smiling
slowly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>?
Do you think it's best that she is here when <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
walks in?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> asked, suddenly
aware that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> had made her way
into the hallway.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
looked at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> before looking at the
floor. He hadn't meant to put her in such a spot, but at the same time, he
hadn't seen his daughter for so long. He longed to hold her again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>...”
he said softly, taking her small hands into her own before the sound of the
doorbell could be heard. “Mom?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll get it.” she said softly, making her way
towards the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why don't we go sit down in the living room?” he
offered, leading the way.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
opened the door and stepped back. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
looked in, eying <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> immediately
before turning her focus back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hi, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> greeted cheerfully, as if nothing
had happened.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said, titling her head towards the younger
woman. “You can call me <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton.</st1:sn></st2:personname>” she instructed before
reaching down for the car seat, a huge smile across her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
can we....” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> began before she
noticed the female attached to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
hand. “What is she doing here?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't think that's any of your business, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>. If you forgot, you were the one who cheated on
me.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> spat out, dropping <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s hand and making his way towards the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah! With her husband!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
shot back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, I'm
telling you just turn around and walk away!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, as calmly as he could.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm going to take the baby into the den to see
Grandpa.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said, grabbing Alanna
from the car seat and exiting the room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
dropped her head, not wanting to make a scene. She tried recalling everything
her doctor told her to, from breathing exercises to thinking of anything but
her anger at the moment. She tried completely ignoring the fact <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> was even nearby.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!
Why?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why what?” he asked, folding his arms across his
chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why are you seeing her?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you have some sort of vendetta against me?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked, stepping forwards.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
spat out.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't even know you, and you're acting like I'm
the one who did something horribly wrong. And immoral, I might add.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said, placing her hands on her hips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You know nothing.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
shot back, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. “Can we
talk?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I have nothing to say to you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said evenly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
please.” she pleaded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Did you come over here to try getting me to talk
to you? Last time I checked you were fine cheating on me for the past 2 years.
I never went across your mind then.” he said, arching his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, it's not like that, really.” she said,
shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Look, you dropped Layni off, so you can leave
now. Like I said, I don't wanna talk to you until we go to court. I have
nothing at all to say to you. Besides, <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
wouldn't approve of it.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> replied
with a smirk.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, does she do it for you?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> asked, rolling her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If you must know, nose-hole, we aren't together.
We attend anger management classes together, thanks to you and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>. Even if we were, it's none of your business.
I'm not your concern any longer.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, closing the door in her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Daddy, someone wants to see you.” Came a
sing-song voice from behind them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> turned, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> came back into the room, carrying Alanna in
her arms. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> reached for the baby
and grabbed her up, planting kisses all over her cheeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I missed you so much.” he said softly, as he
hugged her closely.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
watched the display between the two and looked at the floor once more. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> noticed <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s
quietness and turned to face her. He knew she really had nothing against his
daughter, but putting her in this position, he felt guilty.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You want to hold her?” he asked hopefully.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
looked up at him, a look of fright written on her features. She stepped back
slightly, shaking her head before returning her attention to the floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Come on. She won't bite. Maybe drool a little,
but not bite.” he said, holding the baby out for her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She looked at him before staring at the innocent
little girl. She accepted her gingerly and looked at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
suddenly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's alright.” he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She shook her head and slowly stared down at the
little girl. Alanna's hand found <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s
face, as she rubbed her tiny palm down her cheek and giggled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She likes you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said softly, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
looked up at him once more, this time with tears in her eyes. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> raised his brow, not understanding why she was
crying. She sniffled and looked at the baby once more before speaking softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It isn't her fault, Randy.” she spoke through her
tears.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 7 Questions)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had been a rough day for <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.
After returning home from her dinner with the <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn>
clan, including the child in question, she was more emotionally drained than
she had been earlier in the day. It wasn't something she had planned on, but
she had to admit, it had helped her put things into perspective more than she
would have thought.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had
insisted on driving her back to the clinic to get her car. She hadn't wanted to
shorten his time anymore with Alanna, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, so
she reluctantly gathered herself into his large SUV and allowed him to drive
the short distance across town to where her car was.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The ride was silent, but it didn't bother her
much. She had really hit it off with his family, more than she thought she
would have. And she had to admit, it was an added bonus that she and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> didn't argue. Quite the opposite, she found
herself actually liking him and befriending him before the night was over. She
wasn't sure where that road would lead her, but at that present time, she wouldn't
allow herself to ponder on it too much.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, as she climbed into bed for the night, her
thoughts soon travelled to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and
the way he was gentle and very caring towards her after his harsh words. She
usually wouldn't have befriended someone who had spoken the words he had, but
she had to admit that his heart was pure. She couldn't figure out why he had
anger issues giving that he was such a genuine, caring person.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even more than <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
winning her over, the baby girl he loved and held onto so dearly was the one
who captured her heart immediately. She had made a shocking revelation upon
herself, and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> as well, as soon as
he had put the tiny baby into her arms. The minute her eyes locked with the
infants and her tiny hand crept up and stroked her cheek, the anger she had
felt for her had disappeared.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had felt almost jealous of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> after seeing the two together, but she knew if
things were meant to happen for her having a child, eventually it would happen.
In the meantime, she would immerse herself in her classes and complete the
course so she could close one chapter in her life before moving to the next.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she closed her eyes preparing for a full nights
sleep, she groaned as the ringing sound echoed through the empty, quiet house.
She flipped the bedside lamp on and reached for the phone, annoyed that her
slumber was interrupted.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello?” she spoke groggily into the speaker.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Did I wake you? I'm sorry.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
voice came from the other end.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, I had just climbed into bed. What's up?” she
asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nothing really. I just got Layni down for the
night and I wanted to call before it got too much later to make sure you had
settled in alright for the night.” he answered genuinely.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I think so.” she answered with a yawn.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know tonight was rather awkward and just weird
for you. I wanted to make sure you were alright before I went to sleep.” he
said, sounding sincere.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
That's very sweet.” she said, smiling to herself. “Yeah, everything was great.
Emotional I’m not sure, but I'm glad we're not arguing. It seems every time we
see each other that's all we do.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that.” he agreed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, it's just as much my fault as it is yours.
But, that's behind us. I hope we both can move on from that and what has
happened to us. I think we can be good friends.” she added.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I agree.” he responded, yawning himself. “Well, I
guess I'll see you at class next week. Get some sleep.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, you too.” she said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If you need me, you have my number, alright?” he
offered once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will. Same goes for you.” she responded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:sn w:st="on">Sweet</st1:sn> dreams, Leanne.”
he whispered, before the phone went dead.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You too, Randy.” she replied, after he had hung
up, a smile creeping across her features.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she hung the phone up on the base and flipped
the light off, she slipped into bed, the smile she wore only growing bigger as
she closed her eyes, settling in for a full nights sleep.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
hummed to himself as he brushed his teeth. He had been up for the past few
hours, and with Alanna taking her morning nap, he had a few precious hours to
himself before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> would return to
pick her up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't looking forward to seeing her anytime
soon, but knowing there was no way around it, he figured he would buck up and
face the music. Every time he saw her, it was becoming increasingly easier to
deal with the truth of his situation.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He realized almost immediately that he wasn't
heartbroken over what <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> did. It
startled him at first, but he realized what the two of them had together was a
bond with Alanna. Their relationship had soured about a year before their
marriage, and he realized it must've been about that time that she went out
looking for someone else.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He honestly could care less about that fact, but
he couldn't remove the harbouring feelings of Alanna. He prayed above all else
that she was his daughter. He didn't know how he would continue with life
knowing she wasn't. He remembered how happy he was the day <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> had told him she was pregnant. He felt as if his
heart swelled from the joy and happiness he felt.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had never believed in love at first before
than, but in that moment, the minute he knew he was going to be a father, he
was instantly, completely and unconditionally in love before he even laid eyes
on the little baby.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And yet, even with the stress and worry of the
pending paternity suit, he couldn't get <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
from his mind either. He wasn't sure if his heart reached out to her because
she was in the same boat he was and that they shared a common ground together or
if it was just a fatal attraction that was growing into something more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The only thing he knew was that he couldn't stop
seeing her now. She seemed to be there for him in times he didn't even want
anyone around. She was growing on him, and fast, and he wasn't sure if it was a
comfortable feeling or if he was rebounding.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was almost certain it wasn't rebound. He had
been in that situation before, and anytime before, he would have taken the girl
to bed by now. Instead, he found their conversations together enough to satisfy
him enough.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he gathered Alanna's belongings and placed them
in her diaper bag, he heard the door bell ring. He dropped the bag and headed
for the front door, a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. He wasn't
sure why, but that entire morning, he was happy. More than usual, anyway.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randal.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
spoke sternly, as she pushed herself past him and entered the house after he
opened the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing here so early?” he asked,
closing the door behind her and turning to face her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I got an earlier appointment, so I decided to
pick Alanna up early. Where is she?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
asked, looking around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She's taking her morning nap.” he said, walking
towards the play pen to reveal a sleeping baby safely inside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She looks just like you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
whispered, smiling softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't go there <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, rolling his eyes, as he
went about collecting the rest of the toys and shoving them into the large bag.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's true.” she said, before turning around and
watching him intently. “I went to the lawyers. That's what my appointment was.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why did you go there?” he asked, turning around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I got a letter in the mail last week. The court
date has been moved.” she explained.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Moved? To when?” he asked, finding his questions
coming faster and faster. “Why didn't you tell me before now?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wanted to get this done and over with, so they
moved the date until the day after tomorrow.” she said, nonchalantly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Goddamn it! Why didn't you tell me?” he bellowed,
becoming furious.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I told you!” she answered, shrugging her
shoulders.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You told me 2 days before the date, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>!” he answered, glaring at her as she simply
waved his comment off. “You weren't going to tell me, were you?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She ignored him, as she bent down and picked up
the sleeping baby, placing a small kiss on her cheek and slipping her into the
car seat before turning back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You would've found out anyway.” she barked,
grabbing the diaper bag from his hand. “By the way, check your mail today.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before anything else was said, she was out the
door, leaving <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> to stare at her in
disbelief. She had acted like he had done something horrible, when it was the
exact opposite. What had he done so horrible?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He honestly thought he was doing everything he
could to support <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> and the baby, but
apparently it was going unnoticed, or unappreciated. Whichever the case was, he
couldn't believe the way <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> was
acting towards him now. Had he been that bad of a husband to her?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Was he that bad of a father to Alanna?</span></div>
<h2>
<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></h2>
<h2>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 8 A Lunch Date)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, you need to calm down.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said evenly through the receiver.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm trying, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
but, Goddamn it! That woman really pisses me off!” he yelled through the phone.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand that, but you need to calm down,
alright? We can talk about this. I'm not even telling you that you can't be
mad, but first, you need to tell me what happened.” she spoke soothingly to
him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can you meet me for lunch somewhere?” he asked,
his voice lowering considerably, now almost pleading with her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. How 'bout the Hometown Bistro downtown; in say,
an hour?” she offered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's fine. I'll see you then.” he said, before
slamming the receiver down.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
had left, he did the only that logical that came to his mind. After his
thoughts stopped racing and he controlled his anger somewhat, he had called <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>, needing a friend at that moment more than
ever.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was relieved that she had agreed to lunch.
Somehow, he knew she wouldn't have said no, but he was still happy all in all.
He needed someone, besides his parents and the condescending ways of the staff
at the clinic. He knew he could've called <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>,
but it would've freaked <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname> out
knowing his best friend was once again, angered enough to the verge of
insanity.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he pulled into the parking lot of the little
restaurant, he saw her car immediately and hopped down from his seat. She
greeted him with a smile, before embracing him firmly for a hug. He could smell
the fragrance from her perfume lingering on her neck, and briefly he forgot
what their meeting was about. His thoughts were lost in his head, as he closed
his eyes and returned the embraced, enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Are you alright?” she whispered against his ear,
her breath tickling his earlobe before he saw the familiar specks of blue
lining her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I am now.” he answered honestly, as a small
smile crept across his face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Let's go inside and we can talk.” she offered,
leading the way.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He followed close behind her, watching as she
flipped her long, auburn hair over her shoulder before sitting down in a chair
on the outdoor deck. He followed suit, as he relieved a deep sigh and covered
his eyes with his hands.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was startled as he felt a gentle touch on his
arm, sending a bolt of electricity shooting down his spine. He shivered inside
before looking up from his hands and smiling weakly at her. She titled her head
to the side, giving him a warm smile before pulling her hand back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Tell <st2:place w:st="on">me.</st2:place>”
she whispered, as he slowly shook his head and exhausted another sigh.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“The court dates been moved up.” he replied
simply, as he moved the straw around in his cup of ice water.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do you mean?” she asked, squinting her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> came
to pick the baby up early and said she had an appointment with her lawyers. She
had the paternity suit moved up.” he answered, leaning back in his seat.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, that's a good thing right?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked, sipping from her glass slowly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I guess. But the thing that gets me is she
wasn't even going to tell me.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
huffed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do you mean?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
asked thoughtfully.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She said, in no uncertain terms, if it weren't
for the court sending me a copy of the new date, I wouldn't have found out.” he
answered, shaking his head and biting his lip. “She doesn't want me to be the
father, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That I won't argue with. I'm sure she doesn't.
It's her way of getting back at you, if for some chance you're not.” she
answered, grabbing his hand and squeezing it lightly. “But her opinion doesn't
matter. You'll have to wait 2 more days for the court date and then you'll
know. One way or another, it'll all be put behind you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, but...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, trailing off, as he felt the warm tears threatening to fall.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know what to say to take this away. If
there was something, anything, I could do, I would.” she spoke softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know. I just don't know how much more I can
take. I honestly don't know what I'll do if she isn't mine. That little girl is
my life.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, sniffling as he
wiped his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know that. I see that.” she said, shaking her head.
“If it helps, I'm here.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you for that. I don't know why, but you've
became a bigger part of my life than I thought you would.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, snickering to himself.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I know what you mean.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said, arching her brows quickly. “It's odd,
isn't it?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's that?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, grabbing a napkin and wiping his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That you and I would form this... this....” she
trailed off, trying to find the right words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Bond</st1:givenname>?
Connection?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> offered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah.” she agreed, looking up at him, as their
eyes locked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
cocked his head to the side, allowing the moment to linger for longer. He
admired her eyes, almost as if it was lethal for him to be staring so much, but
he couldn't help himself. He was drawn in, under her spell, and he didn't want
to stop it anytime soon.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For that moment in time, he had forgotten his
stress and why he was gathered with her around the table for lunch in the first
place. None of that even mattered for the time being. It was as if it was just
he and her, two lost beings in life, trying to find their way back to reality
through each other.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She giggled softly as she brushed a strand of hair
behind her ear and blushed before looking at her hands folded in her lap. She
had felt the magnetic attraction between them and had she not felt the fear
creeping inside of her, she wouldn't have stopped staring into his smoky, blue
eyes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She hadn't planned on their lunch date to go this
way, but she couldn't help the butterflies that swam inside her, or the
pounding of her heart. She knew getting involved with anyone at the moment
could lead to even more heartbreak, and it was something she was not ready for.
She wasn't sure how long it would take, but she knew right now, everything was
just too fresh.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For both of them.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, no matter how hard she fought it, she would
look back into <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s eyes and the
fear slowly slipped away; a comforting, easy feeling took over. She was still
worried, but her heart was into it too much already. Even if <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> didn't return to feeling, it was too late for <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm sorry.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, rubbing the back of his neck.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, it's alright.” she was able to say.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You wanna get out of here and maybe take a walk
or something?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, grabbing
her jacket.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, yeah, sure.” she said, standing from the
table.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
threw a couple bills onto the table, before grabbing his own jacket and
slipping it on. Even if they hadn't ordered anything, he knew food wasn't going
to be easily digested. He decided to let the moment linger for as long as he
could take advantage of.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As they walked from the restaurant, her hand
brushed his gently causing both of them to stop and stare at each other for a
moment. He found his fingers slipping through hers as he smiled and continued
walking down the sidewalk.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was then that he realized what the attraction
was between them. Aside from her being the exact opposite of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, having qualities that he had always looked for
in a woman and her natural beauty, he knew there was a reason his body reacted
so differently around her. The reason his breath became more rapid, or his
heart began beating quicker and quicker. Or the fact that he felt like a
schoolboy having a crush on the class sweetheart, with the butterflies swimming
in his stomach, his head becoming dizzy and the reason he almost forgot to
breath when she was around.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
realized for the first time in his life, he was falling head over heels in
love.</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 9 The Father is?)</span></h2>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
drew another deep inhale from his cigarette as he paced along the sidewalk
silently. He had arrived nearly 20 minutes before and noticed <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s car was parked nearby. Now, he was anxiously
waiting for his appearance. He still had another hour before the judge would
see his case, but his nerves were the getting the best of him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had already smoked an entire pack of cigarettes
since he had woken up.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He drew another drag from his cigarettes as he saw
a familiar silhouette round the side of the building. He stopped momentarily,
as he watched her quicken her pace and run in his direction. As she crossed the
street, she pushed the long hair from her face, revealing a warming smile.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You are nervous, aren't you?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How can you tell?” he asked, taking another drag
from the cigarette with shaky hands.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Between the cigarette and your shaky hands. That
would be my first clue, anyway.” she said, smiling.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing here?” he asked, flicking the
cigarette to the ground before retrieving a breath mint from his pocket and
popping it into his mouth.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wasn't about to let you do this alone. Besides,
I called your house and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> told me
you had already left. She said her and your Dad couldn't make it because of an
EKG he had to get.” she stated.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. His health is important and I didn't want
him missing the appointment.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shrugging.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I told you, I'm here for you. I know you'd
return the favour given the chance.” she spoke sweetly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I would.” he agreed, shaking his head. “Can
you do me a favour?”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Anything.” she said, looking at him longingly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Without another word, he wrapped his arms securely
around her waist before pulling her towards him and hugging her tightly. She
gasped as their bodies formed one, before she melted against him, her own arms
wrapping around his back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he whispered, as he drew a deep
breath in.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Anytime, Randy.” she said, pulling away from him
slowly, as their eyes locked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I guess it's now or never, right?” he asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. It's gonna be alright, okay?” she said,
squeezing his shoulder lightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I know.” he agreed, as he stared forward
and walked solemnly towards the double doors.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As they entered the courthouse, he shivered from
the cool air that hit him at once. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he
stared at the floor and made his way into the waiting area.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As soon as they entered the large furnished room,
his eyes locked with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s. She
sighed, noticing the fragile state he seemed to be in, before glancing to his
side, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>. She rolled
her eyes before grabbing <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>'s hand and turning her
attention to him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
grabbed a seat across the room from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> sat next to him, grabbing
his hand and squeezing it. He looked over at her and smiled, before dropping
his head again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He knew it would feel like forever before he was called
in. His nerves were already getting the best of him and waiting only made it
seem as if he would explode at the seams at anytime.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Almost as if she read his mind, he felt <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> rub his arm and his anger melted away, giving
him the strength to continue for another few minutes before another bout of
rage would undoubtedly hit.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not being able to take anymore, he was surprised
to hear his name being calling from the front of the room. He watched as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> stepped forward, followed by <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
before he dared to move. He wasn't sure if he would grab her by the back of her
head, so he kept his distance from her and her lover.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As they entered the warm courtroom, he looked
around, noticing the two sides that were centred off. Directly in the front was
a large, heavyset man seated behind an even larger desk. He wore a black cloak,
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> guessed was floor length. And,
as the judge looked up, they locked eyes for a moment.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He tilted his head in <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
direction, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> seated herself
directly behind <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s table. His
lawyer was already set up, ready for action as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
continued standing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“All rise.” the bailiff ushered, as everyone
stood.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The case files were read, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
drummed his fingers against the wood of the table. His feet impatiently shook
on the floor and he felt the craving for another cigarette coming on strong.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>, you believed this to be
your child for how long?” the judge asked, addressing him finally.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ever since I found out she was pregnant, sir.” he
answered honestly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And when did you find out it might not be yours?”
he asked, adjusting his glasses.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Almost a month ago.” he answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Now, I understand both parties have consulted to
a divorce agreement as well, correct?” he asked looking from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's correct, Your Honour.” both lawyers spoke
simultaneously.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, let's get that cleared away before we get
into the paternity and custody agreements of said child. <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
I understand you signed a premarital agreement, correct?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, sir. I'm asking for my spousal support and
given the child is his, child support. In addition, I would like the car I
entered the relationship with. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
may have the house. I have no use for it.” she answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Your Honour, seeing as <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>
committed adultery while she was married to my client, we would ask that
spousal support be dropped seeing as she did not honour the oath of marriage.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s lawyer stated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I object, sir.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
lawyer said, standing to his feet.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Granted.” the judge said, not allowing arguments
to commence any further between the two professionals. “<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
you are awarded the housing as well as the property. Do you have any objections
to the vehicle in question?” he asked, looking at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
with a stern look.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“None, sir.” he said, shaking his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, if that's settled, we can assess the
bank accounts and liquidations. Whose name is the family accounts in?” The
judge asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sir, <st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn> has his own account, as does <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
They also share a joint savings and checking account.” his lawyer stated
honestly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, I'll see that <st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn> keeps his account, as well as <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
The family checking and savings will be divided down the middle, 50/50. Any
objections?” he asked, looking at both parties, to which both shook their
heads.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, that matter is settled.” he said,
stamping a packet of papers, before picking up a large yellow envelop. “These
are the results of the paternity test for one, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Alanna</st1:givenname> <st1:middlename w:st="on">Marie</st1:middlename>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>, born on July 12 of 2008.
The father on the birth certificate is listed as one, Randal Keith Orton.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He removed several papers from the envelop reading
over the papers before looking up at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
and then to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. He sighed as he
cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses once more before continuing to read
from the paper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Two men were tested, both listed as Randal Keith
Orton and Trenton Quincy Arnold.” the judge said, looking up to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s side, where <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
was seated directly behind her. “I take it that you are <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Arnold</st1:sn></st2:personname>?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, sir.” <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place> replied, standing up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And do you want this child to be yours?” the
judge asked, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> looked on.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, sir.” <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place> said, nodding his head
as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> smiled at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, come forward, son. I think you will want to
hear this.” the judge replied, staring back at the papers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randy felt the colour drain from his face, as <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
entered the gate and took his place beside <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.
He closed his eyes, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> leaned
forward and sighed before grabbing his shoulder firmly. He shook his head as
the tears lined his eyes, knowing the results of the test before they were even
read.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“In the case of paternity of <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Alanna</st1:givenname> <st1:middlename w:st="on">Maria</st1:middlename> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Arnold</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
it states that you can NOT be the father.” the judge said looking up to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
looked up, arching his brow as he leaned forward in his seat. He listened
intently as the judge smiled down at him and focused his attention back to the
papers in front of him. The tears were flowing down his face now, but he could
care less.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“In the matter of paternity for <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Alanna</st1:givenname> <st1:middlename w:st="on">Marie</st1:middlename> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
it states you are clearly 99.9% the father.” the judge said, smiling at him,
before turning his attention back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.
“I hope you have learned your lesson about the trials and error of life. This
man almost had his daughter ripped from his life. Clearly he is happy with the decision
and the outcome of the court. Is there anything further?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Actually, sir, there is.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, standing up. “I would like to contest custody and file a petition for
full parental guardianship of my daughter.” he said, the smile never leaving his
face.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, now that we can do.” the judge agreed,
as he wrote some notes down on his papers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, what are you doing?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
asked, turning in his direction.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will not allow you to rip my heart out again.
It happened once, and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>, as God
as my witness, I will fight you tooth and nail for custody. She is my heart,
and I have never done her wrong like you have.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
seethed.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It was a mistake Randy.” she pleaded, looking at
the judge, an embarrassed look on her stressed features.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That isn't my fault or my concern now. If it was
a mistake, it wouldn't have went on for 2 years, Sam.” he whispered, before
sitting back in his chair.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, for the time being, we have to decide
who will have custody of the infant until another trial date can be set for
custody. <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>, where do you currently live?” he
asked.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm living with my parents at the moment, until I
have my house redecorated.” he answered, glaring at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Understandable. <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>.....”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's Speno. Miss. Speno.” she corrected.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Miss</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname>,
where are you currently living?” he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm living with my boyfriend at the moment.” she
answered.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I take it that would be <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Arnold</st1:sn></st2:personname>?”
he asked, looking over his glasses.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, yes.” she answered, looking at <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, I find that the child should reside with
<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>
until further notice. <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Miss</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname>, you may have weekend
visitations with your daughter. Starting from Friday at 6:00 p.m. until Sunday
at noon, at which you will return the child to <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>'s
residence. Is there any questions?” the judge asked, looking around.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, sir.” both lawyers responded before the judge
smiled and nodded his head.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Court is adjourned.” he said, standing.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
smiled, as he stood and turned around. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
hands covered her mouth, as small tears lined her cheeks. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
grabbed her hand and led her from the court room and down the stairs.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The warm air hit their faces immediately as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> turned to face her, wiping the tears from her
cheeks. He gave her a small smile before embracing her tightly and spinning her
around.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Did you see <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
face?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked as they pulled
apart.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know. It feels good to get revenge, but even
better knowing Layni is coming home with <st2:place w:st="on">me.</st2:place>”
he said, cupping her face in his hands. “Thank you for being here.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I told you...” she said, before he placed
a finger over her lips, silencing her.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He leaned in slowly, his heart racing wildly. He
felt her gasp, as his lips brushed hers slightly before he pulled away. He
looked into her eyes, and brushed the hair from her face, before claiming her
lips once more. His tongue tickled her bottom lip, as he wrapped his arms
around her waist, bringing her closer to him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She moaned softly against his lip, before parting
them, allowing him to do what she had longed for. She felt her knees beginning
to shake, as he caressed his tongue against hers and pulled apart once more.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>...”
she whispered breathlessly.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he whispered against her lips.</span></div>
<h2>
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<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 10 Saving <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>)</span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> sat
on the floor, watching Alanna roll around on the play set he had bought her. He
was finally able to give it to her once she had returned home with him, and he
wasn't disappointed. She looked up at him every so often, revealing a toothless
grin before becoming mesmerized by the different gadgets and toys attached the
large play yard.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
watched happily leaning against the archway as her husband stood nearby, both
with a smile on their face. They noticed a change in <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
ever since the court date, but even before then, they had to admit the change
in character <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had undergone. They
were sure <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> was to credit for it,
despite their attempts of cheering their son up. Even though efforts may have
failed, they were relieved to see <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
so peaceful with his daughter.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And clearly smitten with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
when she was around.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
excused herself quietly, racing towards the phone as the loud ringing could be
heard throughout the house. Alanna cooed at the noise, causing <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> to erupt into a fit of laughter, listening to
his daughter trying to imitate the sound of the phone. She looked at her
father, another bright smile stretching across her little face.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I hate to interrupt your bonding time, but
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> is on the phone.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said, touching her sons shoulder and handing
him the cordless phone.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thanks mom. You wanna sit with her while I take
this in the den?” he asked.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sure son. Gamma wants to spend time with Layni,
don't she?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said playfully, as
she knelt beside the baby.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Daddy be back, Layni.” he sang, as he kissed her
forehead before quickening his pace through the kitchen. “Hey sweetie.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, hi.” she spoke, almost in a whisper.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's up? You alright?” he asked, taken back by
the low tone in her voice.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ye-yeah, I think so. I just need to talk to you.”
she answered, unsureness relevant in her voice.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lea, you're scaring me. Are you sure you're
alright?” he asked again, taking a seat on the arm of the huge leather couch.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, but can you come over?” she asked, her
voice breaking.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, yeah. Give me about 20 minutes okay?” he
asked, standing once more as he made his way back through the kitchen.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” she agreed. “Oh, please don't bring the
baby.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, alright.” he hesitantly agreed before hanging
up.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Son, what's wrong?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>
asked, noticing the look of concern and confusion written on his sons face.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That was <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.
I'm not really sure, myself.” he answered, finally looking at his dad. “She
asked me not to bring the baby.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, we'll keep an eye on her. Maybe she needs
someone to talk to without interruptions.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>
suggested.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, maybe that's it.” he said, shaking his
head, as he grabbed his car keys from the side table by the door. “I'll be back
as soon as I can.”</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, honey. Call if you're gonna be late for
dinner.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> called after him
before he could shut the door.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He jumped in the car, his mind racing into
overtime. He recalled the tone of her voice, the low, almost whispered delivery
and the shakiness that was there. He couldn't understand what could be wrong,
considering they talked nearly every day on the phone if they hadn't saw each
other. Their friendship was growing rather quickly, regardless of the kiss they
shared after his appearance. She had opened up about some deeper secrets that
she probably hadn't shared with anyone else.</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They hadn't spoke of the intimate moment, and even
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had to admit he wasn't sure
where it came from or what came over him. He was sure she was just as confused
as he was, but still, the subject had never been brought up, even if it was
eating at him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was the large elephant in the room at times,
but still, it was avoided.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he whipped his SUV into her driveway, he
noticed the back window of her car was shattered. He felt the colour drain from
his face, as he parked the car in a hurry before cutting the engine and flying
towards the front door.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He could almost guess why she had reacted the way
she had on the phone. It realized it sounded of fear and terror now and he
almost kicked himself for being so inattentive before.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He flung the door open without knocking and
entered the large living room and slamming the door behind him. Almost out of
instinct, he locked the dead bolt behind him, before turning around and walking
slowly through the house. His footsteps echoed off the walls, as he looked
around for any more signs of destruction.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He heard a small sniffle from behind him, as he
turned and was met with the swollen, red eyes of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.
He shook his head slowly before closing the distance between them, wrapping her
into his strong arms, allowing her body to collapse against his.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She allowed the tears to fall, as her body shook
from the sob coursing through her body. He stroked the back of her hair, as he
held her closer, not wanting to let go.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>?”
he asked softly, wanting to know why she was crying, as he pulled her back
softly and looking into her tear-filled face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I'm sorry I dragged you into this.” she
said, sniffling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Baby, what are you talking about?” he asked,
taking a grip onto her arms preventing her from falling.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's all my fault.” she said between sobs.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Honey, what's your fault?” he asked, tucking a
strand of hair behind her ear.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She broke away from his grasp as she walked toward
the coffee table and retrieved a small piece of paper before handing it over to
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>. He looked at her with confusion
before glaring down at the scribbled sheet of paper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The words filled his mind as he felt the first
feeling of anger take over. He crumbled it up and threw it to the floor as his
jaw tightened, understanding immediately why she felt to blame for everything.
He ushered her to the couch before grabbing her and bringing her to his chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“This is not your fault.” he said evenly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't want to be the cause of you losing your
daughter.” she said, looking up at him and moving back slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm not going to lose Alanna again.” he stated
before cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. “But, I'm not going to
lose you either.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I can't....” she started, before he held
up his finger.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If they want a fight, that's what they'll get.
I'm sorry about your car, but there is nothing that's gonna make me turn my
back on you, Lea. I mean that.” he said, staring into her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>, he apparently wants
me to suffer for his stupid actions. And <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>...”
she said, trailing off. “...apparently, she's trying to get even with me for
being- for being... whatever we are.” she said, throwing her hands in the air
from frustration.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
exhaled deeply before standing up, realizing the conversation about their
friendship had finally been somewhat thrown out. It had never been brought up
before now, and even the smallest hint of it in conversation was enough to
address the situation. At least to relieve his own mind, as well as hers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do you mean by that?” he asked, wanting to
hear her reply.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I mean, we were friends and then we kissed and
now...” she said trailing off and turning away from him. “...now, I don't know
what we are!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Me either.” he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But I know if I have to be honest with myself, I
can't look at you and tell you that I don't feel something there...” she said,
turning back around to face him. “...because I do.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I do, too, Leanne.” he said, stepping towards
her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, what does that mean?” she asked, running a
hand through her long tresses.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know, but why don't we deal with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>
and then we'll talk about you and me, alright?” he asked, arching his brow
before bringing his hand up and stroking the side of her cheek.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. What do we do about this?” she asked,
looking around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You go upstairs and pack some stuff. You're going
back to my parent’s house with <st2:place w:st="on">me.</st2:place>”
he instructed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, I
couldn't.” she said, stepping back and shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will not take no for an answer. My parents
won't either, especially after I explain the situation. We've got plenty of
room and I will not return home worrying about you. At least at my parent’s
house, someone is always there. You won't be alone and they won't mess with
you.” he said, grabbing her hand. “Please don't make me worry about you,
honey.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sighed and looked around once more before
returning her gaze back into <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
pleading eyes. She released a weak smile before shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I don't want you to lose your daughter.
What if I am the reason....”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No! No, you're not. Do you think the judge would
give me temporary custody of her if he thought you were going to risk her
safety or health? She would have went back with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, trying to reason with her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I guess so.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
said, sounding defeated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Now, come on. Get some clothes packed and I'll
call my parents.” he said, smiling weakly. “My mom will be mad if we're late
for dinner.” he said, arching his brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She smiled at him and rolled her eyes, before
embracing him and sighing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” she agreed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You're not in this alone. Remember me telling you
that?” he asked, as she shook her head silently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know.” she said softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I meant that.” he spoke just as soft, as he
closed the distance between them, bringing his finger under her chin, their
lips mere inches apart. “If what we have could develop into something more, I'm
not going to let anyone stand in the way, alright?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, Randy.” she said, shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He brushed his lips delicately across her, sending
a set of shivers to course up and down her spine. He felt her knees giving weak
as he wrapped his arms around her waist, evening her balance and bringing her
even closer. He pulled apart from her and stared into her eyes, before brushing
her hair from her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We'll talk about you and me later.” he whispered,
his breath hitting her neck, sending a new set of chills through her body.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” she agreed, before breaking his hold
and heading up the stairs.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He watched her climb the steps before pulling out
his phone and dialling his parent’s number. He knew they would have no problem
welcoming her into their home, especially given the nature of the threats she
was getting. It would given them time to assess the relationship they had going
on and decided rather it was worth exploring or remain friends.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he explained the situation to his parents, he
saw her descending the stairs once more, a smile spreading across her face as
she looked at him. He returned to smile before hanging up with his mom and shaking
his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I told you they wouldn't have a problem with it.
My dad is already setting the spare bedroom up for you.” he said, grabbing her
hand and leading her out the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you, Randy.” she said, stopping him as he
turned around to face him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hey, you saved <st2:place w:st="on">me.</st2:place>” he said, his lips softly touched hers
once more, before he pulled back and smiled. “Now it's my turn to save you.”</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 11 Wonder)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had been an eventful evening at the <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn> house. After the dinner dishes were cleared and washed,
they had retreated back to the family room, where <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had placed Alanna in her play pen and the adults turned to watch Monday Night
Raw.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't even aware of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
liked wrestling. The conversation had never really came up before, which he had
to admit, he liked. It gave him a sense of humanity that he hadn't felt since
his popularity within his profession had rose.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He watched intently, realizing for the first time
since his short hiatus that he had actually missed travelling and performing.
It had been nearly 2 months since he had been away from the ring. He knew he
was becoming stronger and more stable by the day, but it pulled at his heart
that he would be returning soon.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Come on, <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>!”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> called out, before her hands
covered her mouth and she looked around the room, trying to hid the
embarrassment that now coloured her cheeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
arched his brow as he folded his arms across his chest and smirked at her. She
removed her hands from her face, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip, a clear
sign she was still somewhat embarrassed by her outburst.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Honey, don't be embarrassed!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> said, patting her knee softly. “If you didn't
know already, we're a wrestling family.” he said, releasing a deep laugh, in
which <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
joined in.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>,
huh?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, finally speaking up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah.” she said softly, the redness still
plastered across her cheeks. “What?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
chewed at the bottom of his own lip as he merely shook his head, amazed by the
girl who sat across from him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nothing.” he replied evenly, still smiling
slightly. “I just didn't realize <st1:givenname w:st="on">John</st1:givenname>
was your favourite.” he replied, jokingly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is someone jealous?” his mother asked, standing
up and grabbing her husbands coffee cup.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Who? Me?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, huffing at the statement.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, you, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Ego</st1:sn></st2:personname>.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname> said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Why would I be jealous?” he asked, averting his
attention back to the screen.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wonder.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
stated, as she disappeared into the kitchen.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
snickered to herself, before Alanna's cries rung out from the playpen. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> jumped forward in his chair as he placed his
cup on the table, readying himself to tend to his daughter. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> looked over at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
before standing and leaning down to sooth the crying child before picking her
up and laying her across her chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She bounced her gently, patting her back in an
effort to quiet the tiny baby, and after a couple seconds, Alanna pushed her
little head upwards from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s
shoulder and smiled. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> sat back,
watching the two intently, the scene pulling on his heart strings.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Would you make me a bottle? I think she's
hungry.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> asked, smiling sweetly
at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, yeah sure.” he said, standing to his feet,
not taking his eyes off hers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He gave her a small smile as he walked into the
kitchen. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> sat down in the rocker
and began rocked the baby slowly, stroking her cheek gently and cooing along
with her. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> smiled and shook his
head, before clearing his throat, causing <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
to look at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If you didn't have my sons attention before, you
certainly have it now.” he replied, smiling, before he stood and headed towards
the stairs, leaving Leanne to stare afterwards, the smile spreading across her
face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She hadn’t noticed <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
walked back into the living room, much less his holding the bottle out for her.
Her eyes were plastered on the stairway, still replaying <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>'s
words in her head, the smile still spread across her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you looking so goofy for?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, snickering lightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Uh?” she jumped slightly, looking up at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, the redness appearing in her cheeks all over.
“Oh, nothing. Just spacing out.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'd say. You want me to feed her?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, I've got her.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
said, looking at him, their eyes locking.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She could've looked into his eyes for the rest of
the night, if it weren't for the squirming child laying in her lap, anxious to
receive the bottle that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> still
had outstretched. She finally accepted the plastic container and after
positioning Alanna in her arms, she slipped the bottle into her mouth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
didn't dare move, instead he was in a trance staring at his daughter and the
woman whom now held her. She wasn't a thing like <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
that was certain. He had pondered on the question many times to himself,
especially while he lay awake in bed at night. He couldn't pinpoint one certain
thing about <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> that keep his
interest. It seemed every detail, every conversation and every time they spent
any time together, he fell for her harder.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You okay?” she asked, looking up at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He realized this time he was the one caught
spacing out. He simply shook his head, trying not to reveal that he too was
thinking and lost in thought, perhaps reading into things more than he should
have.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I'm fine.” he said, smiling sweetly. “After
you feed her, it's usually her bath time, so...”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I can give her a bath tonight if you like?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> offered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Are you sure?” he asked, scrunching his brow,
remembering that just weeks ago, this was the same woman who couldn't even
mutter his daughter's name without becoming angry.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, if that's okay with you.” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, that's fine. I'll take your stuff to your
room while you do that. I'll have her stuff laid out in the crib for you.” he
answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” she replied, placing the child on her
shoulder and patting her back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> sat
back down and placed his cup to his lips, still watching <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
interact with his daughter. He knew from the second she had willingly picked
the child up, she had him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He also knew that waiting to talk to her wasn't
happening. He wanted to resolve things and clear the air once and for all. And
tonight was as good a night as any.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, are you cold?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
asked as she watched the shivering baby give off another toothless grin. “Come
here sweetness.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She picked the child up, drying her back and hair
off, as she did so. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> watched
intently from the door, as he still wasn't able to think straight, much less
take his eyes off <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> and Alanna.
It had done a number on him; more than he ever thought it would. He wasn't
upset with the feelings he knew had for her; confused and surprised was a
better word.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, baby. It's time for night night.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said, placing the child into the warmness of
the crib.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He watched as she wound up the mobile that hung
over the crib. He felt his heart practically jump from his chest as she bent
down and placed a small kiss on the baby's cheek before stepping back and
flipping the night light on. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s instantly. She smiled before looking at the
floor and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How'd I do?” she asked, finally looking back up
at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You're a natural.” he replied, smiling.
“Perfect.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” she whispered, placing a small kiss
on his cheek as she inched by him and walked toward the spare bedroom.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lea....” he called after her before grabbing her
wrist and turning her around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What is it <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
she asked, searching his eyes for the answer.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, can we talk?” he asked, pushing his bedroom
door open, not giving her much of an option as he escorted her inside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He shut the door silently, careful not to wake
anyone up and flipped the baby monitor on that laid beside his pillow. She
chose his desk chair and straddled the back, leaning her head on the back rest
and stared at him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's up?” she asked, watching him pace the
floor.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm just trying to collect all my thoughts so
I'll make sense to what I say.” he said, looking at her. He grabbed her hand
and lead her over to the bed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, you're scaring me. Why are you so
serious?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know we said we were gonna wait to talk about
you... and me, but I can't, Lea. After watching you with Layni, I had all
these thoughts rushing through my head all night, and I just don't wanna fight
it anymore.” he answered, shaking his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you saying, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't even know myself, but you can't deny it
and I can't deny it. It's there.” he answered, his eyes coming alive with his
words. “Something’s there, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, Randy.” she said softly, realizing where
the conversation was headed now. “But, what are you wanting from this? I'm not
a rebound relationship and honestly, if it was anyone else, I would be alright
if I was just rebound.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And me?” he asked, sitting next to her and
grabbing her hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I couldn't take it. I honestly think I would go
insane and... I don't know.” she said, looking up at him slowly and sighing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We're talking in circles, Leanne.” he said,
laughing lightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know.” she agreed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do we do?” he asked, the nervous feeling
sinking within his stomach.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't wanna lose you, either as a friend or...
or... whatever.” she said, softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What is whatever?” he asked, cupping her face in
his hand. “Tell me what you're feeling. I need to know, Lea. Please.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
I mean, this is a little too quick, don't you think? We both just had our
divorces finalized and we're talking about feelings and being together and...”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, you don't even wanna see if this is worth
trying? To see if what we have is real?” he asked, releasing her hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't say that, but I'm scared and confused
and....” she stuttered on her words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And you don't think I am? You don't think I get
scared every time I'm around you and my heart jumps and skips a beat? You don't
think I get scared when new feelings pop up and I wonder if it's even worth
trying?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“See, you just said it yourself. 'If it's worth
trying!'” she said, standing up, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
following her every movement with his eyes, not daring to move from his sitting
position on the bed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, I do wonder if it's even worth trying, but
then I wonder what if. What if we remain friends and don't give this a shot and
then, we'll never know, Lea.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, grabbing her waist and turning her around to face him. “That's the
feeling that scares me the worst.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He pulled her down towards him and they locked
eyes. In that moment, nothing else mattered. They forgot <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>, the feelings of worry and
fear. They only felt the burning need and desire of each other and the wonder
that lie between them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Me too.” she said softly, before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> claimed her lips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She moaned against his tender kiss almost
instantly, not wanting to stop the urge any longer. He didn't allow her to as
he deepened the kiss, as he laid back on the bed, her body pressed flush
against his own.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>...”
she whispered breathlessly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm not taking no for an answer. I want this too
damn bad.” he said, a fire burning his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wasn't going to fight that.” she said as she
kissed his lips once more. “I was going to say that you're my favourite.” she
said, breaking into a fit of giggles as he closed his eyes, smiling.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 12 Dear Diary)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dear Diary,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I haven't even wrote in this thing like forever,
but I decided it might be the best way to get my feelings out in the open. I
mean, we had somewhat of a break-through tonight, but I just couldn't go
through with it. The temptation was almost too much to deny and at times, yeah,
I gave in, but overall, I had to push him away and retreat to my own bedroom
for the night.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe coming to stay here for a few days was a bad
idea.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't even know myself, but all I keep thinking
about is the possibility of being a rebound or this... this dream not coming
true after all. It's almost too good to be true, as if it's a dream in fact,
and I'm going to wake up at any minute, completely heartbroken and left in
shambles.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He just drives me completely insane with the way
he makes me feel. I'm fine one minute, and even after I notice him, I'm able to
keep my feelings at bay, but then, the closer he gets to me, the faster my
heart races, the more the butterflies swim and the more my head spins. And
then, when I look into his deep, baby blues, I get weak at the knees. And then,
he has to touch me. I melt on contact and whatever I was thinking beforehand is
lost.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What the hell is wrong with me? Am I insane? Have
I lost it?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His daughter is so sweet and I feel in love with
her the minute I held her. She has to most innocent face and the same eyes as
her daddy. He is so proud of her and completely captivated by her. He is
absolutely in love with her. That's another thing that gets me. Every time I
see the two of them together, it makes my heart just swell. She is so wrapped
up in her daddy, it's too sweet. It's almost like no one else matters.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> has
been there for me shortly after the bitterness of the separation of <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>
and me, and it's really ironic how our worlds are tied together. His ex and my
ex. Lovers who cheated on their spouses. And now their ex-spouses are caught in
this weird... this weird...</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't even know what to label it as. I'm so
confused!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tonight was insane. We talked briefly about our
status, if there even is one, and the moment our lips connected, nothing else
mattered. I mean, I felt so much; more than I ever have felt with anyone else,
even <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>, my own former husband, who
I thought I knew so well. But, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
has this presence about him, this smirk he gives off that just gets me going
and before I know it, it's too far for me to stop. The way he takes over a room
when he enters it, yet stares at me like no one else is even around. I felt the
tension between us, and yes, a great deal of that is sexual tension. But
something else is there, right? I mean, I feel it. It's so strong, he has to
feel it too.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our conversation was coded tonight, almost. It
felt like so much was going to be discussed but, it just didn't happen. And I
must be crazy to push him back the way I did. I mean, we were really getting
into it and I push him away.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I mean, my God, he has got to be the hottest
creature walking the planet and I just tell him I can't do it. I've been able
to have one night stands before, so sex for me is nothing, as long as I know
the person, but apparently, somewhere along the way my own feelings got mixed
up to where sex isn't even happening, even though I know it would be
unbelievable.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And yet, I'm trying to get my feelings out and I'm
just confusing myself even more. What do all these feelings mean? Am I falling
for <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>? Does he even feel remotely half-way
the same or as deeply as I do?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Am I in love?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That just isn't conceivable. I mean, my divorce
was just finalized and I'm talking about some other man as if I'm in love with
him. I care for him, sure. I know that much at least. I guess I'm just getting
the reality mixed up in between fantasy. He did tell me that his feelings were
there too and that there was no denying it. He also said that the 'what if'
factor scared him more than anything.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is it worth trying? That's the question I've
pondered for the last 7 hours. The one question that has deprived me of sleep
all night long and has led me to write in this journal now. I noticed my last
entry was from 2 years ago when I was still married to <st2:place w:st="on">Trent</st2:place>.
It's odd because it's when I vowed I would continue writing in this book and when
I noticed the first signs of his cheating, apparently with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wonder what <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
was doing around that time? I don't think he was even married at the time;
engaged probably, but I don't think they got married for another year.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, am I crazy? Should I let my fears fly and just
see what happens? Does <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> want
that? Does he even wonder the same things I do? Does he want more than just sex
or a friendship?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">These are all questions I was fully prepared to
ask him tonight, but instead, we had to kiss. We just had to kiss! And given
the chance, I don't think I'm strong enough to find the courage in asking him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing?” came a voice from behind
her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She wheeled around, almost falling from the desk
chair in the process. Her hair flipping to the one side, as she stared up at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, her breathing somewhat laboured from the panic
of the sudden interruption. She hadn't even heard the door open or his
footsteps enter the room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nothing.” she replied, smiling weakly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I was just letting you know that breakfast
is ready. I didn't mean to interrupt you, but mom wanted me to get you.” he
muttered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He shuffled his feet as he walked, his head hung
low as he exited the door without another word. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
watched him leave, realizing his sudden attitude change towards him. She sighed
heavily before standing and slipping the robe around her shoulders.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Breakfast did sound good. Anything sounded better
than dealing with her emotions and feelings at the time being. Seeing as she
had the remainder of the day off from work and meetings, she had the rest of
the day to contemplate her relationship with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
As much as she wanted it all to be done and over with, she knew she had to sort
through everything to get to the bottom of it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
leaned against the wall, watching her descend the stairs before he entered the
room, and looked at the black leather-bound book she had been writing in. He
knew it was invasion of privacy and perhaps he shouldn't be looking at her
personal thoughts and feelings, but his curiosity got the best of him and he
couldn't help it. He had almost guaranteed himself whatever she was writing was
about himself and their interaction the night before. That was exactly what
sparked his desire to read what was written in front of him now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He skimmed over the pages, feeling his heart
beating and breaking, all at the same time. If he wanted answers the night
before, after reading her diary entry, it did not help matters at all. She was
apparently just as confused on the inside as she was giving off to him as well.
He wasn't quite sure what to make of the journal log, only that it made him
sick to his stomach, but happy at the same time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There was one sentence, or question rather, that
rang through his head above everything else that was written. The hopefulness
of the possible answer made his heart jump, knowing it was exactly what he had
been fighting with as well.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He suddenly got a sickening feel deep in the pit
of his stomach as he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He closed his
eyes, knowing who stood one feet away from him before he had the chance to turn
around. And as he did so, he opened his eyes slowly, his eyes meeting with the
icy blue stare of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, folding
her arms across her chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Randy bit his bottom lip, his nerves swimming
within him knowing he was caught staring at her personal feelings and thoughts.
He knew he shouldn't have been so dumb to glance at her diary but, for some
reason, he didn't take back what he did. He didn't regret his decision entirely
until he saw the look on her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you?” he asked, stepping dangerously close to
her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do I what?” she asked, giving him a confused, yet
angered stare.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you...” he began again, clearing his own throat
before continuing. “...love me?”</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 13 Regrets)</span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You didn't answer my question, Orton.” she said
seething before reaching around him and snatching the book from the desk.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, I-- uh..” he stuttered, not being able to
make a clear, concise sentence, much less think of one.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well?” she asked, arching her brow.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I, uh.. don't know.” he finally managed to
mutter.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You don't know?” she repeated, huffing at her own
question. “I can't believe you, of all people, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
you would read my diary!”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I wasn't like I planned to read it, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>. I mean, it was laying there and I guess I was
curious.” he said, shrugging his shoulders, saying the first thing that came to
his mind.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Curious? You were curious?” she questioned,
shifting her weight from one foot to the other before folding her arms across
her chest, the diary tightly clenched to her chest.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I was.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
fired back.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You have no right to be curious. I have been
completely honest with you from the beginning. You've asked me a question and
I've answered it honestly and to the best of my ability. Have I not?” she
asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, sort of.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shaking his head, but becoming slightly irritated at his current
situation.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sort of?” she asked, taken back by his answer.
“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, if you were as honest as you say you were,
there wouldn't be so much confusion for one thing.” he answered before he began
pacing the room.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That still doesn't give you the right to read my
shit.” she fired back, throwing the book into her large purse before collecting
the rest of her belongings from the night stand.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
watched her intently as she aimlessly threw items into her purse. It was rather
amusing to see her so upset and flustered, but at the moment, he couldn't find
the humour in it. He closed his eyes, knowing he had made a big mistake, and
realizing he wasn't sure how to deal with the situation or how to handle <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't sure if he should give her some space
and let her cool down before they tried talking again or if he should press her
for the answers to his burning questions that was still unanswered. He wasn't
sure if he should ask what he had just moments before. For the first time, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> didn't know what to do when it came to a woman.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before he and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
got together, answers, questions and feelings never really mattered. It was
usually some random girl wanting to sleep with him because of who he was. After
he had met <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, it was a little
different. Sure, they had arguments and disagreements, but it was so easy to
make up with her. Usually if <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
started to get angry, she would beg and plead for him to calm down, saying she
was always at fault. He knew he had done his fair share of wrong doings in his
marriage, but at the time, it had calmed him down enough to where they just
moved on and forgot their latest spat.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And, if he was being completely honest with
himself, he didn't really care how angry <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
would get with him. He always knew things would smooth out, sooner or later. He
didn't much care rather it was sooner or later, either. He just didn't care.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
it was completely different. He felt awful for betraying her and he felt even
worse that he was the reason for her anger. Hearing her yell at him almost
broke his heart in two and he would give anything to have her in the position
she was in the previous night. Knowing he had to proceed more careful with her,
he knew that option was out.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He knew apologizing would help some, but it still
wouldn't erase what he had done and what the outcome could possibly mean for
the two of them. That scared him even more. He felt the sickening feeling wrap
around his stomach, almost doubling him over.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm sorry, Lea.” he said, inching closer to her.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't...” she said, stopping dead in her tracks,
her back facing him. “...touch me.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What can I do to make it up to you? I'm sorry. I
know I shouldn't have done it.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, pleading with her.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, right now, I don't even know.” she said,
continuing to pick the rest of her belongings up and place them in her
overnight bag.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Please, just talk to me.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
urged, touching her shoulder gently.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She felt his hand touch her shoulder slightly, and
regardless of the chills that was sent coursing through her body, her anger got
the best of her as she wheeled around and glared at him before grabbing his
hand and throwing it back to his side. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stepped back slowly, his hands stretched outwards as he did so.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, I'll give you some space.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> whispered, realizing he had pissed her off more
than what he originally thought.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know you will.” she seethed, grabbing her bag
and flinging it over her shoulder. “I'm going home.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
rolled his head back, and closed his eyes before shaking his head. It was the
last thing he was wanting to hear. He never expected her to even say that she
would be going home. It made his stomach twist in knots even more.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lea, please, don't do that. I'll give you space.
I won't bother you. I'll-- I'll...” he rambled, before she held her hand up and
stepped forward.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I frankly don't care what you do right now or
what you will do to give me space. My decision is final. I'm going home.” she
said, before pushing past him and making her way through the door.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He cursed at himself under his breath before
turning around and grabbing her wrist, turning her around in the process. They
locked eyes and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> wanted nothing
more than to kiss her lips and take her anger away. And to wash away the hurt
that was ridden in her eyes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Before you go, please answer my question.” he
said softly, releasing her wrist.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What question, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
she asked, readjusting the strap on her shoulder as she rolled her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you love me?” he whispered, biting his lip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She drew a deep breath in and closed her eyes,
recalling the question over and over in her mind. They were both aware of the
confusion that was between them, but <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had asked a loaded question, filled with even more confusion and disarray.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She opened her eyes, her features softening,
giving <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> some hope in the
situation. Maybe things would be alright after all, he thought. It was only
after she muttered her next question and watched her walk down the steps that
his world came crashing down.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, how can I love someone who doesn't even
trust me or my personal space?” she asked softly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
didn't see the tears lining <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
eyes, as he watched her walk out of his life.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
didn't see the tears running down her own cheeks as she flew down the stairs
towards the front door. He didn't hear the sob that she released once she was
safely outside. And he didn't realize her heart was breaking into a thousand
pieces as she dropped to her knees into the grass, allowing the tears to fall
faster.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 14 Another Hearing)</span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She hadn't talked to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
since the argument over two weeks before. She was upset and lonely not having
him around, but she stood her ground and even though her anger had subsided,
she was too stubborn to pick the phone up and call him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even though he had called numerous times, she
refused every time to pick the phone up, in turn, letting the answering machine
or voice mail tend to the call. The sound of his voice with each passing
message about broke her heart, but she was hurt and saddened by <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s actions. Something held her back from picking
the phone up every time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aside from missing <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
like crazy, she missed seeing Alanna as well. She had managed to bond with the
baby since <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had gotten temporary
custody of her and going without seeing her tore her up inside. It was
something that was unsettling at first, but after convincing herself that the
child had simply won her over and it was nothing more than that, she
compromised with the feeling and moved on.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was still shaken by <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
last question to her. She had spent many hours pondering on his question, but
instead of coming up with a definitive answer, it only left her even more
confused with even more pressing question of her own. Ones that she knew <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> would be the only one to answer, or at least
subside her fears on.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she placed her coffee cup into the sink, she
glanced at the clock and realized she only had an hour until she had to be at
the court house. She was especially dreading her day that lie ahead, but a
promise was a promise in her book. She never broke them.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She slipped her purse over her shoulder and after
grabbing her car keys, she slipped out her door and headed for her car. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Trent</st1:givenname>
had continued to mess with her since she had returned home, and it was
something she had learned to ignore and live with. She had got some sweet revenge
of her own, however.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had been sitting up late one night, thinking
over her relationship with Randy, when she heard noises coming from outside.
After looking through the peephole of her door, she saw her ex-husband sneaking
around her car, holding a large brick in his hand. She managed to slip outside
and as she stood against the wall, she snapped pictures of him vandalizing her
car. After filing a petition and taking him to court, he had to pay for the
damages and somehow, he ended up spending 48 hours in jail.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was a sweet victory for her; closure in some
part. But, even with that aside, she didn't worry about him bothering her
anymore. She hadn't had any more problems from him since, which put her mind to
ease where Alanna and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> were concerned.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she pulled into the parking garage, she looked
around for the familiar SUV, knowing he would have already been there, probably
going over the case with his lawyers before they were seen before the judge.
She sighed, hoping everything went positively, before exiting the car and
walking towards the large brick building.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She hadn't thought about what she would say to him
was they saw each other, but she didn't have time to run anything over in her
head, either. As she rounded the corner, she saw him leaned against the side of
the building, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, his leg bent and his body
resting against the wall. She felt her breath catch in the back of her throat
as her inside began to churn. She didn't have time to think of an ice breaker,
as he turned and their eyes locked for the first time in weeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>?”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, flicking the cigarette to
the ground before popping a breath mint into his mouth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He continued to stare at her, slightly confused
before pushing his form from the wall and standing upright. She made the first
move and stepped forward, a small smile spreading across her lips. She slid her
hands into her jean pockets as she stood in front of him, her eyes focusing on
the green grass below.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing here?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She finally looked up at him, but the minute their
eyes locked, she forget the question, much less the answer. She sighed and
brushed the hair from her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I made a promise that I would be here for you
when the custody hearing came up and I'm not one to break promises.” she
answered simply.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said warmly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I promised.” she repeated, shrugging her
shoulders. “I'm here for Alanna.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
clinched his jaw, feeling the coldness in her voice. He knew she was still
upset over their argument, and he couldn't blame her. After thinking about it,
he was angry and upset with himself at his actions.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do we have to do this today?” he asked, staring
off to the side.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't mean...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
started.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I just don't wanna do this today, alright?” he
spoke softly, finally looking back at her, his eyes almost pleading with her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm sorry.” she whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So am <st2:place w:st="on">I.</st2:place>” he
replied just as softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We'll talk about it later, alright?” she said,
her voice breaking slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
your up next.” his lawyer said, as he stepped outside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, turning towards the man. “You coming in with me?” he asked, looking back
at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, if you want me to.” she stated, arching her
brow.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'd like that.” he smiled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Now, there has been some additions to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>'s case, so we're going in there to listen to
her provisions. From there we can interject with what you want and don't want.
I just wanna let you know <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, this
could get ugly but I'm on interested in that little girl staying with you.” his
lawyer stated, giving him a small smile.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
simply listened and managed to put her own feelings aside for the time being
for the benefit of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and his
daughter. She could do that seeing as it was for the best. She refused to be
the reason of any negative results for <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
especially in the courts eyes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Docket XM-56834.” rang a voice from the large
double doors.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
sighed and cracked his neck from side to side a couple times before his lawyer
stepped forward, leaving <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> to follow him. Before he entered through the
doors, he turned suddenly to look into <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>'s
eyes, in which she offered a small smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he whispered before turning back
around and heading into the courtroom.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The gesture startled <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
somewhat, as she followed suit, lost in thought over the past 2 weeks. She had
much to think about and even though her current surroundings was not the proper
time nor place to think of such things, her mind continued to wheel around the
argument, the questions, the answers, or lack thereof, and Randy.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew she cared for him, and after seeing him
on that day, her heart only yearned for him even more. She tried preventing it;
tried pulling herself back and keep her distance, but every time he looked at
her or they locked eyes, the electricity was too much to deny. The force
pulling at her insides was something that couldn't be ignored.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew something was going on within her. She
knew it was something she couldn't hold back much longer, but seeing as their
current situation of no talking prevented her from admitting everything to him,
she was left to shuffle through the mess herself. Sooner or later it would come
out, she just didn't know how much longer she could keep it bottled in without
exploding.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She realized she had missed half the proceedings
that had been going on when she saw a flash of silver pass by her vision. She
shook her head slowly before looking up. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
lawyer had walked to the front, along with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>'s
lawyer. She didn't know what was going on, considering her own mind had been
reeling and now, she felt guilty for being so inattentive.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She watched <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
actions closely as he leaned forward, his head resting in his hands. She saw
his foot bouncing nervously and knew something was going on that had his
insides twisting with nervousness.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She did the only thing that came natural to her,
as she reached out and squeezed his shoulder gently. She felt him tense before
relaxing a second later. Then, she noticed his once clear eyes burning with
tears that threatened to fall. Her heart dropped at the sight, as she leaned
forward, allowing him to take her hand in his own. He pressed her palm to his
lips, laying a small kiss on it, before his lawyer returned, ending the small
interaction between the two.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She leaned back and gave her attention to the
judge, wanting to hear what his next words would be. He seemed to be pondering
over the papers he was given before shaking his head and removing his glasses.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Before a decision is awarded in this case, I have
no choice but to grant <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Ms.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname>'s request of temporary
custody. This is a two-week trial period, as was given to <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>
by the Court at the previous hearing. Until a decision is met, he is granted
visitation rights that matched <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Ms.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname>'s. Weekends starting at <st2:time hour="18" minute="00" w:st="on">6:00pm</st2:time> on Fridays and not to extend
past <st2:time hour="12" minute="00" w:st="on">noon</st2:time> on Sunday.” he
sighed before sitting back in his seat and turning from side to side.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I will make a decision in two-weeks time, one of
permanent proportions. At that time, I advise both parties to adhere to this
hearing.” the judge said, glaring at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
“Court is adjourned.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That bitch!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said silently, as he stood from his seat, not wanting to be in the tiny room
any longer.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He slammed the doors open and ran for the exit,
needing fresh air now more than ever. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
gave chase, following him closely, not sure of what his actions would be once
he was outside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she threw the doors open, she looked around,
not seeing him at once until she turned to run around the side of the building.
She almost bumped into him as she did so and as she watched, she knew the anger
had resurfaced. He glared at her with hatred, the tears still evident in his
eyes, before drawing a deep drag from the cigarette he had positioned between
his fingers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>..”
she said softly, reaching for him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>...
don't.” he warned, shaking his head. “Everything that touches me turns to shit.
Just don't.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
don't say that. You know that isn't true.” she spoke, grabbing his hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His eyes focused on hers, the anger still building
within, but she didn't care. She grabbed his cigarette and throw it to the
ground before glaring back at him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Isn't it?” he asked, almost with an underlined
tone in his voice.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
if you're meaning me, I'm here, aren't I?” she challenged.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed heavily before collapsing in her arms
and holding her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. She allowed him to, as she
melted against his chest and breathed in the familiar scent she had missed and
longed for.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, if this isn't sweet?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
voice rang from behind them, causing them to break their embrace and turn to
face the unwanted woman. “Sorry if I broke up a moment there.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What do you want, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>?”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, pulling away from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> and stepping towards his ex-wife.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, seeing as I have custody Alanna...” she
said, trailing off.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Temporary custody.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
spoke through clenched teeth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Whatever. Where is she?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
asked, looking around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, I left her in the car while the hearing was
going on.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said sarcastically,
glaring at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
bellowed. “I knew you were an unfit parent, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randall</st1:givenname>,
but I never....”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before she could finish her sentence, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> stepped forward, balling her fist up and
drawing back before connecting with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
jaw, sending the tinier woman to the grass below. She had heard enough from his
ex-wife and normally she would have stayed out of her and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>'s
affairs and conversations, but that was one thing she wouldn't stand for or listen
to.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
maybe many things. He isn't perfect, but Goddamn it if I will stand her and
listen to you call him an unfit parent, because that he is not!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> yelled, before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
grabbed her arm pushing her backwards.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stared at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>, part anger, part
amusement and shock, as she shook her head and sighed loudly. She watched <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> as she grabbed her jaw and glared back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You bitch!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
screamed as she collected herself from the ground.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
just meet me at my parents house.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, turning around, sending her a look of warning.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Fine!” she huffed, as she turned on her heel and
marched towards the parking garage.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't even know what to say or if I should be
mad or thankful.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, grabbing
her hand and examining the damage.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm fine.” she growled, trying to remove her hand
from his, but to no avail.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
looked at her and jerked her hand gently towards himself as she relented and
allowed him to look. He stroked her knuckles gently, noticing the red, swollen
knot that was forming.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You should get ice on that.” he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, I'm fine.” she said, collecting herself
and stepping back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you for...” he said, snickering. “..for
coming, I guess.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I told you I would. I don't break promises.” she
repeated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know.” he agreed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll see you later.” she said turning around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before she could move from her spot, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> spun her around. His hand stroked the side of
her cheek gently, as he brought her closer. She felt her breath quicken as she
watched him intently, not knowing what he would do next. He placed a small kiss
on her forehead before releasing her waist and stepping back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you for taking up for me too.” he said
smiling, before he turned and made his way to his car, leaving <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> to stare after him.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 15 Numb)</span></h2>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had been a week since the last hearing and
after returning Alanna back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> instantly went to his bedroom and laid on his
bed. He had a great weekend with his daughter, but it damn near killed him
having to give her back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> for
another week. He wouldn't hear the final results until the beginning of his
scheduled weekend visitation that next Friday. He wasn't sure how he would make
it through another week of hell, especially since he hadn't heard from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> either.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He thought for sure that they would have talked
after the hearing. It seemed things were on the mending, but he was mistaken
after she still refused to accept his calls or call him. He wasn't sure what
else he could do, but even as he thought of her, his heart was breaking.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was sure what he was feeling was love. And he
was sure the thought would scare <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
which was the main reason why he hadn't told her. He wanted nothing more than
to confess his feelings to her, but he wanted her in his life no matter what.
Rather that was merely friends or more, he wanted her in some way or another.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he rolled over in bed, he stared at the digital
clock. It was still rather early to turn in for the evening. He decided to see
what his parents were doing and as he descended the stairs, he was instantly
sorry he had thought of the idea.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Mom!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shielding his eyes from the display on the couch.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, look who decided to join us, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname>?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
said, looking up from the couch cushion.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the hell is going on?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, turning around.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, son! You act like you've never see me kiss
your mother!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> bellowed, laughing
at his son.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, but not like that. Gross!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> yelled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before anymore could be said, the phone began
ringing and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was almost too happy
to run to the receiver and answer it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ra-Randy?” came the crying, shaking voice from
the other end.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Who is this?” he asked, startled by the sound on
the other end.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's me. Sa-Sam. I need your help.” she sobbed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sorry <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
I'm not interested.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said
evenly, as he turned around, the phone cord wrapping around his waist.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I think you will be interested considering
it has something to do with Alanna.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
said, the shakiness gone almost immediately.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
felt the blood drain from his face, as he stopped dead in his tracks. His face
turned white as he somehow managed to breath, readying himself to listen to her
words.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What's wrong with Alanna?” he asked, trying to
stay calm, although his worst fears were coming true even as he asked the
question.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know. She just turned blue.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> spoke evenly before the shakiness returned in her
voice. “I'm so scared.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Did you call 911?” he asked, the feeling of panic
coming over him. “Is she breathing?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I tried the baby CPR or whatever they taught us
in the hospital but she isn't responding. I don't think she's breathing. I
called 911 like 10 minutes ago.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
said, her voice breaking through the receiver.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, you
have to stay calm.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said,
finding a strength he didn't know he had. “You have to keep trying until the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s get there. Please!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, alright.” she said, before the line went
dead.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
hung the phone up, as he rushed through the house grabbing his car keys and his
cell phone, before turning to his parents, the tears streaming from his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know what’s wrong but Layni is blue. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> called 911 but no one has responded. I'm going
over there. Meet me at the hospital.” he ordered as his parents jumped from the
couch, collecting their own belongings.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he slammed the door, he reached for his cell
phone, dialling the number he knew too well. He knew she would be awake and
above all else, knew she would be there under the circumstances. He just hoped
she answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After reaching her voice mail, he opted in not
leaving a voice mail and slammed his phone shut before flipping it open once
more and dialling to number to her home. He fire the engine to his SUV,
listening to the monotone ringing before the answering machine picked up. He
sighed as the recording rang through his ear and he cussed aloud.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lea, I know you're still pissed off at me, but I
really need your help. Something’s wrong with Layni and I need your help.” he
screamed through the phone before he slammed it shut and sped through the light
at the intersection.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He didn't even care that he had cut people off.
His daughter was in need and that’s the only thing that mattered to him at the
point in time. His mind began reeling from the thought of her in need and
trouble to the horrible outcome of her dying. It was a thought he tried pushing
from his mind, but was still present in his mind.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His phone began ringing, breaking his thoughts. As
he looked at the screen he smiled, his anger subsiding for a brief second,
after realizing it was <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>. He knew
she would return his call as soon as she had heard something wasn't right with
his daughter. The two had had a bond from the time <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
had held the tiny baby and he was relieved for it now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Lea, I know things are rocky between us but please...”
he began, feeling the tears spring to his eyes. “...I need you.” he finished,
in barely a whisper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
where is she? What's wrong?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
asked, already grabbing her keys and jacket as she flew from her front door,
making her way towards her car.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm not real sure. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
called and said something about her lips being blue and she wasn't...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> stopped, not being able to finish his sentence,
the emotion of the situation finally getting to him as he slammed his palm
against the steering wheel.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She is what?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
found herself yelling as she peeled from her driveway. “<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?
She is what?!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She isn't breathing, Lea!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
screamed, his voice breaking as the tears falling down his cheeks.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh my God.” Lea whispered, letting his words echo
throughout her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She tried thinking of something positive to say,
but considering the grave news, she couldn't think of anything to offer that
would help him. It scared her to no end. She couldn't imagine what <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was thinking or feeling in that moment.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She called 911, right?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
finally asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, she said she did. I'm on my way to her
place now. Please, Lea, meet me at the hospital.” he pleaded, as he sniffled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I'm on my way now.” she said, finding the
tears evident in her own eyes. “I'll be there.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
couldn't say much more as he simply shut the phone after the confirmation that
she would be waiting at the hospital for him. He didn't need to hear much else,
and after having the conversation with her, he couldn't say much else.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He rounded the next corner and flew into <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s driveway. The bouncing red lights from the
ambulance blinded him momentarily. He flung his door open, the engine still
running as he ran into the house, preparing himself for the worst.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He stepped inside, the scene in front of him
taking his breath as he stepped backwards, his hand covering his opened mouth.
His tiny, infant daughter was spread motionless across the floor, with several <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s crowded around her, each doing various things
to resuscitate her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
felt his insides churning, his knees going weak and his entire world coming to
a stop in that moment. The tears flooded down his face as he continued to step
backwards until his back was pinned against the wall, giving him the support
that he was needing. The thought of not being able to save his daughter or help
her in any way was unsettling and left him feeling even more helpless than
before.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Are you the father?” came a voice from beside
him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
turned his head, his mouth and lips were numb and he did the only think he
could by shaking his head in response. The young <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>
squeezed his shoulder and looked at the small child before turning his
attention back to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>, his eyes now
a swollen, reddened mess.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm afraid...” the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>
started before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> shook his head
and closed his eyes, warranting him to say anything further.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Please, don't say anything.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> urged, opening his eyes and looking at him.
“She's gonna pull through this. I feel it.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> said, running towards him and wrapping her arms
around her ex-husband.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stood shocked for a minute before patting her back gently and pushing her
backwards. He knew he should have been more affectionate with the mother of his
child, but he just didn't have it in him at the moment. Being affectionate
towards <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> at any time was almost
impossible for him at any time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What the hell happened <st1:givenname w:st="on">Samantha</st1:givenname>?”
he barked, finally finding his voice.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't know.” she replied, her voice shaking
slightly. “I told you, I laid her down and went to check on her and I found her
like this.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sir, she has been responding to CPR briefly, but
then her body shuts down and she becomes unresponsive again. I'm not sure if
this will have lasting effects if she survives.” the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>
spoke up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“If?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
repeated, looking at the man. “My daughter will be alright. She will make it!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Before anything else could be said, he heard the
loud cry from Alanna, as the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s
continued working rapidly to stabilize the small child again. Randy felt the
smile spread across his face as he pushed past <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
and the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s and knelt beside the
tiny girl.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hey baby.” he cooed, grabbing her small hand and
placing a kiss on her forehead. “It's daddy. You're gonna be fine, sweetheart.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The child quieted down as she stared at him. An <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker> administered more medication through her IV
before talking on his radio. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
continued to look at the baby hoping she would pull through and be fine.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It's alright, sweetheart. Hang on, baby.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> cooed softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We're heading out now.” he finished through his
radio. “Alright, let's pack up and head for the ER.” he ordered the others
around him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm riding with her.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
stated, reaching for his daughter.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sir, we'll place her on a gurney.” the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker> said, grabbing his arm.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That's fine, but I'm riding with her. I'm her
father and I will be there.” he ordered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We gotta go now.” he stated, as he lifted the
small backboard Alanna was laying on and carried it to the waiting ambulance
outside.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
followed close behind, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> quick on
his heels. He could care less what she did at that moment, rather she drove
herself or rode with them in the ambulance.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm coming, too.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
called after the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Ma'am, we can only have one passenger beside the
patient. You can follow us in your car.” the man stated, blocking her from the
ambulance.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, she's my daughter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
argued.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand that, but her father is riding with
her. You'll have to follow us in your car.” he said evenly before he closed the
doors and ran for the driver’s seat.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> stomped
her foot and walked towards her car, as the ambulance pulled from the driveway
and headed towards the hospital. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
held onto his daughters hand and rubbed her head gently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sir, we have reason to believe that her mother
may have had something to do with he reason she is in the state she is in.” the
<st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker> said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you saying?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, narrowing his eyes at the large man.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand you two are divorced. Is that
correct?” the man continued.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, why?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, shaking his head, the anger setting in.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, she told us you had the baby for the
weekend and drop her off with her about 3 hours ago, right?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, and?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, not understanding what was happening.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And your daughter, she was a healthy child before
tonight, correct?” he asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. She's had no problems.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> offered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“There has to be some sort of explanation as to
why your daughter suddenly stops breathing. We're not sure what it is, but I'm
letting you know that Child Protective Services will be at the hospital to
investigate you both. If you know anything, I'd advise you to cooperate with
these people if you want your daughter to return home and not be warded to the
state.” he said, a sympathetic look on his face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> bit
his lip, not believing what he was hearing. His daughter finally woke up and
seemed to be stabilized but now he risked losing her because they thought <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> had done something to her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But, I didn't do anything to her. She's my
daughter!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> practically screamed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand that, and the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>'s have already notified <st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker>
of the situation between you two. I'm just saying, if you have any information
to offer them, you tell them. For her sake.” he said, before returning
attention to the chart that he held in his lap.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
shook his head as the fear and anger took over him. For the first time in his
life, Randy was afraid of the unknown and what lie ahead of him at the
hospital.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<br /></div>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 16 Here for You)</span></h2>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He paced the floor for what seemed like hours, and
as he stared at the clock on the wall, he realized it had only been half that
time. <st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker> had instructed that no
one be allowed to visit the child until their investigation was complete. How
long that would be, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> wasn't sure.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> had
been speaking to them for the past hour. He didn't know what they could be
talking about for that long and it scared him even more. He didn't even have
the chance to speak to his ex-wife and he had been wanting to after the
unsettling news he had received from the <st2:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st2:stockticker>.
<st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker> had scoped her up when she
arrived and he hadn't seen her since.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The doctors weren't talking much, either. They
were told not to share information with anyone until further notice. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> wasn't even sure if his daughter was still
conscious, let alone alive. That fact scared him even more. All he wanted to
know was if his daughter was alright. He could at least breath easier if they
would tell him that much.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
had arrived shortly after his parents. She stayed by their side, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
were a mess over the news of their granddaughter. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> hadn't talked, either, and
at that point, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> was fine with
that. He invited the quietness of the hallway, where he paced about aimlessly,
waiting for any news whatsoever.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>?” came a voice behind him.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wheeled around, his eyes falling on a slender
woman dressed a pinstripe suit and holding a clipboard. He instantly knew she
belonged to <st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker> and he knew his
turn had came to speak with them. He hadn't done anything to his daughter, but
something about the superiority made him completely nervous.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes.” he spoke softly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My name is <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Wilma</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Rogers</st1:sn></st2:personname>.
I'm with <st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker> out of <st2:place w:st="on"><st2:placename w:st="on">Jefferson</st2:placename> <st2:placetype w:st="on">County</st2:placetype></st2:place>. Can I have a word with you for a
moment?” she asked, opening a door to her left.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
entered to room first and took a seat at the chairs provided before she
followed and sat across from him. She took out the folder attached to the
clipboard and instantly, he noticed his daughters name on the tab at the top.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can I ask you something?” he asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Sure.” she said, offering a warm smile.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm not real sure what this is all about, but you
people have me completely nervous.” he said, running a hand through his short
hair. “Is my daughter alright?”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She's stabilized at the moment. She been able to
hold consciousness and she's responding well to the IV medication.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Wilma</st1:givenname> replied.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank God.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
whispered, feeling a giant weight being removed from his shoulders.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn>, we have reason to believe, or suspect I should say,
that <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Ms.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname> is involved in your daughters ailment.
Can you tell us anything that would be of any help?” she asked, taking her pen
out, preparing to take notes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I have no idea. I mean, I had her for the weekend
and I dropped her back off at <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
around <st2:time hour="12" minute="00" w:st="on">noon</st2:time> or so. She was
perfectly fine when I left. Around 8:30 or so, I got a phone call from <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> saying her lips were blue and she wasn't
breathing. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> said she had laid her
down and when she went to check on her that's how she found her.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, recalling from memory his phone
conversation from earlier that night.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And that's all you know?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Wilma</st1:givenname>
asked, looking up from her papers.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I swear, that's all I know.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, his voice slightly elevated.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>, I understand there is a
custody hearing coming up this Friday, is that correct?” she asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes. We had a hearing last week. The judge had
granted me temp custody at a previous hearing until our next court date, which
was last week. At that hearing, he gave <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
a 2-week trial period of temp custody before he made a permanent decision.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And do you know why he gave <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>
a 2-week trial period?” she asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I have no idea. I didn't wanna cause a scene so I
figured I'd agree to the terms, take my visitations for 2 weekends and go back
to court and hopefully get primary custody of my daughter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, in the court papers, it says you broke the
original custodial agreement for <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s
visitations.” she recited from the paper she held in her hand.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What? That's impossible!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
seethed. “<st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> picked her up the first
weekend on Friday and returned her before schedule on Saturday. I didn't ask
her why. I just took my daughter and went into the house. The second weekend,
she called and said she had something to do out of state and wouldn't be
picking her up at all. I was a little mad but I didn't argue. How did I violate
the order?”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, from what you told me, you didn't. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s story is you refused her visitation. At least
that's what the court documents say.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Wilma</st1:givenname>
said, pointing to the paper, as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
skimmed through it.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“That is not true!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, practically yelling.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mr.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn></st2:personname>, <st2:stockticker w:st="on">CPS</st2:stockticker>
will be filing a petition with the court tomorrow morning. I am asking that
your ex-wife’s current custody order is revoked until further notice.” she
said, shoving papers back into the folder.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And where does that leave Alanna?” he asked, his
hands becoming clammy and sweat-ridden.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, you could file a petition as well for sole
custody at the same time. I don't see why the judge wouldn't grant you sole
custody, given the circumstances. I'm citing it that your ex-wife was
neglectful of your daughter.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Wilma</st1:givenname>
said softly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
slammed his fist down on the table and shook his head, the tears filling his
eyes once more. He couldn't believe what he was hearing about his ex. She was
many things, and sure, she cheated on him, but <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
never thought in any way possible that she would ever hurt his daughter. The
child she had wanted for so long.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I understand you're upset, sir.” she said,
reaching over and patting his hand.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Upset is one way to put it.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, clenching his jaw as he wiped the stray
tears from his eyes.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Now, after both petitions are granted, we will
schedule an appointment where we do a follow-up at your residence. I understand
you live on <st2:street w:st="on">Oak Street</st2:street>
with your parents, correct?” she asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah.” he said, shaking his head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“As long as you cooperate and everything checks
out, we will close the case. Now, when you file your petition, there will also
be an ex parte order stating <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Ms.</st1:title>
<st1:sn w:st="on">Speno</st1:sn></st2:personname> will not be allowed within
200 feet of the child. She will not be allowed visitations and if we find her
guilty of neglect, if it's severe enough, charges will be pressed against her
and she will more than likely serve jail time.” she concluded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
agreed, his mind reeling from the massive amount of information he was
receiving. “Can I see my daughter now?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, of course.” she said, smiling as she stood
up. “Thank you for being so cooperative.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
extended his hand and nodded his head. His nerves were on edge, his hands were
still sweating, but at least he would be able to see his daughter.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She isn't allowed in the room, right?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> asked, as they exited back into the hallway.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, no sir. She was escorted out by security a
little while ago.” she explained.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:title w:st="on">Mrs.</st1:title> <st1:sn w:st="on">Rogers</st1:sn></st2:personname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said as he made his way towards
the waiting room.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> screamed, as she came running, flying into his
arms.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was taken a back for a minute, but accepted the
gesture. He clung to her for a second, needing to feel the warm embrace that he
longed for and missed so much. As she pulled apart she kissed his cheek gently
and smiled.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How is she?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I got word that she is stable and doing well.
We're allowed to go visit her now.” he said, smiling at his parents.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We just saw two security guards escorting <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> out. What's going on?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Elaine</st1:givenname>
asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll explain later. Right now, I wanna go see my
baby girl.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, the smile
never leaving his face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You two go ahead. We'll wait here and visit her
when you get done.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Bob</st1:givenname> said, hugging
his wife.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They exited the waiting room and made their way
towards Alanna's room. He was happy to be seeing his daughter and just as happy
that <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> was there with him. He
vowed to himself he would first make sure his daughter was fine, but
afterwards, he and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> would talk
to each other and resolve their issues. He couldn't go on much longer not
talking to her. His life wasn't complete without her.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He pushed the door open and entered the room, as
his eyes feel on the tiny form in the crib inside. He smiled when she rolled
over and looked at him, revealing her famous toothless grin. He ran to her and
picked her up, the tears falling down his face all over. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
watched for the door, her own tears falling from her face at the love <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had for his daughter.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She couldn't be any happier for him and was
relieved that his daughter was pulling through like a champion. She shut the
door quietly and made her way to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
side, smiling at the baby. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
placed a kiss on her forehead and place her back in the crib.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I knew she'd be alright.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, crying harder.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said softly, extending her
arms, allowing him to step into her embrace.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His shoulders shook as the sobs riveted through
his body, allowing him to let out all the pent up emotion he had stored over
the last few hours.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“She's fine, Ran.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
soothed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know, I was just so worried. I felt so helpless
when I walked into <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>'s house
earlier. I'm her father, Lea. I'm supposed to protect her.” he said, pulling
back from her and wiping his eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes, you are, but this is not your fault.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They locked eyes as <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
brushed the hair from her face and stroked her cheek gently. She leaned into
his touch, almost begging him for more. He inched closer, closing the space
between them. Their lips were almost touching and the feeling of his breathing
hitting her neck was almost too much for her to take.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He ran his lips across hers gently, before
grabbing her waist and bringing her even closer, deepening the kiss. She didn't
object, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly against his
lips. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, captivating her senses and
causing her knees to grow weak.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm sorry.” he whispered against her lips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I forgave you a long time ago.” she whispered
back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm glad, because we've gotta talk about...
this.” he said.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know. And we will. Tomorrow morning, okay?” she
said, resting her head against his chest.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Stay with <st2:state w:st="on">me.</st2:state>”
he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” she asked, pulling back slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Stay with me. In the hospital tonight.” he asked
again, arching his brow. “For Layni?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No.” she said, shaking her head.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He bit his lip and ran a hand through his short
hair as he stepped back from her and sighed deeply. It wasn't the answer he was
looking for, much less what he expected to hear. Before he could say anything
else, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'll stay for you.” she whispered before claiming
his lips.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 17 I Love You)</span></h2>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, we're talking. That's a start, I guess.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
seemed like things were a losing battle anymore. It seemed like with every
victory came an even bigger force of defeat. Granted, his daughter’s speedy
recovery and the immediate approval of guardianship awarded to him was the
biggest victory he had had in his lifetime, it still seemed like he was
fighting a losing battle when it came to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They had been talking. Quite regularly as it
turned out. And at some points, he thought maybe it was enough. It was all he
really wanted. Only now, he felt himself slipping even further into a place he
never thought he would be again. A place where he had been before, but never to
the extent he was at now. A place that was comforting, peaceful, exciting, yet
scary, unknown and depressing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He was in love.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And it should have been comforting and exciting
for him; not the opposite. The only reason it was so scary, foreign and
depressing was because they still hadn't talked about their feelings, much less
discussed their relationship.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
wasn't sure how much more he could take before he exploded.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had decided to stop beating around the bush and
explain everything. He couldn't put it of any longer. He wasn't sure if <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> felt the same way, or even wanted to talk
about the situation, but after arranging his planner and setting it up for his
parents to keep Alanna for the night, there was no turning back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He would worry about everything else later. He
would be returning to the road later than what he thought. After he was awarded
sole custody, with no rights given to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>,
he decided to take an extended break, something that was much needed. His
daughter was only 5 months old. She needed him now more than ever. He refused
to push her to the back burner or take her for granted.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The realization of her being in the hospital,
hanging onto her life by a thin string was an eye-opening experience for him.
It putting everything in his life into perspective real quick. Including <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He listened to the ringing from the phone, hoping
she would pick up and he could avoid another voice recording. He had already
tried to call two times before, but she hadn't picked up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Hello?” came the breathless voice from the other
end of the phone.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
snickered, hearing her breathing coming rapidly from the other end.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Were you having sex again without me?” he asked,
laughing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Funny, <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton</st1:sn>. No, I
just stepped out of the tub when I heard my phone going off.” she answered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
that's a great mental image for me, but please, don't torture <st2:state w:st="on">me.</st2:state>” he joked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You're such a perv.” she shot back. “So, what's
up?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I was calling to see what you were doing
tonight.” he said slowly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Um, nothing that I know of, why?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, would you wanna come over to my place,
spend the evening together?” he asked. “Maybe have some dinner or something?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Uh, yeah, we can do that.” she said softly.
“Wait. You're place?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. I just had the finishing touches put on it
a couple hours ago. So, I can officially show you around.” he said, chuckling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. I'll see you around 7 then?” she asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, 7's good, Lea.” he said, shaking his head
seeming please with himself.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. 'Til then.” she said, hanging up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. 'Til then.” he repeated, as he flipped his
cell phone shut.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He still had to pack an overnight bag for Alanna,
but that wouldn't take him any time at all. He was more concerned with
everything going off well between him and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.
He hadn't planned things out too much. The only thing on his mind was talking
with her and finally getting his feelings out in the open and hopefully, her
sharing her side as well.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He figured he could just order in to save time,
something he needed plenty of right now. After looking at the clock, he
realized time was not his friend. He had only 2 hours before it would be 7:00
and getting Alanna dressed, packed and dropped off would at least take an hour.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He let his mind wander to what he would say to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>. He knew the just of everything, but putting
it into words had never been his strong point. He was usually the type of
person who cut to the chase and laid it out plain and simple. But, with
Aurorah, she deserved so much more. She at least deserved to know how he was
feeling. Not just the simple line of being attracted to her and wanting to see
where things could go if they gave it a shot.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed, realizing he had a lot more to think
about before she arrived. The waiting would kill him, but knowing he would have
to sort through his mind and come up with the right words, waiting wouldn't be
that hard.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The rain hadn't let up any since he had dropped
Alanna off earlier. He paced the floor, looking at the clock over and over. She
was well over an hour late and after the first 20 minutes went by, he knew she
wasn't coming. It was more than he could take, but still, he waited, for the
off chance she would show up.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He everything planned out in his head. He knew
exactly what he was wanting to say. The words would come out when he needed
them to. For now, he had everything sorted and her being late only added to the
anxiousness of him telling her everything. For <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
it was about coming clean with every last emotion he had held inside for too
long.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed, realizing the only thing left to do was
drive to her house and make her listen. He knew she was stubborn and making her
do something she wasn't looking forward to would be like pulling teeth, but he
was willing to do just that if push came to shove.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he ran down the stairs, preparing to run to the
car, he stopped instantly. Standing in front of him was <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
her clothes clung tightly to her slender frame from the downpour.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you....” he began, his sentence hanging
in the air.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm here. I just didn't have to courage to come
inside.” she said, giving off a weak smile.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He gave her another confused glance, giving her
body a once over. Even drenched to the bone, her hair a wet, matted mess, he
couldn't help but noticing her natural beauty shining through.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you wanna go inside?” he asked, not taking his
eyes off her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, how did everything get so.. so confusing?”
she asked, turning from him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
I don't know, but we can fix this.” he said, following behind her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can we <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
she asked, turning back around to face him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don't you think we can? I mean, if we both want
this...” he said, throwing his hands behind his head. “...Damn it, Lea.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?
Tell <st2:state w:st="on">me.</st2:state>” she
said, before her voice got louder. “Tell me!”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Tell you what? Tell you that.. that I'm scared
shitless because my heart beats for you! I have no idea who am without you
anymore. I told myself I would never fall for someone again. After <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname>, I was sure I wasn't going to love anyone except
my daughter. I would put all my time and effort into her and hope and pray she
became a good girl. But, then you came along. And the scary thing is, I don't
even know when I feel for you. I don't know because with you, it didn't even
feel like falling.” he screamed, his emotions finally coming out.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy, what are you saying?” she asked, stepping
forward, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm saying I... I'm saying...” he stuttered, as
she reach for his cheek. “Please, dear God, don't touch <st2:state w:st="on">me.</st2:state>” he said, grabbing her hand softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She tried jerking her hand away, clearly confused
by his statement. He closed his eyes and sighed, realizing how his sentence had
came out.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I didn't mean it like that.” he said, holding her
hand firmly in his. “I mean the moment you touch me, everything fades away,
including my thought process. I want to get this out before you make my heart
stop beating.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her bottom lip started to quiver. She felt her
heart race and she was awaiting his words anxiously. She had waited to hear him
utter them, but she never knew it would feel so good, almost painful.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Tell me, please.” she whispered, stepping closer
to him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He sighed, as he looked at the ground. He wanted
to say it with everything in his being. He wasn't sure what was holding him
back. Was it his own fear? Was it the fear of failure? Was it simply being afraid
of being in love with someone so much that it hurt?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you love me, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
she asked, cupping his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As he raised his head slowly, she noticed the
tears dancing in his eyes. She cocked her head to the side, as her own tears
burned her eyes, threatening to spill over. He bit his lips nervously, and
sighed deeply before shaking his head slowly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, Leanne.” he said looking at her. “I love
you.” he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't think I heard you?” she said, the smile
growing on her face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He kissed her lips softly, bringing her wet body
against his own. He held her against his body, not wanting to let go.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you.” he repeated, whispering against her
lips.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I don't think it's sunk it.” she said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, we've got plenty of time to make it sink
in.” he said, kissing her lips once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy?” she asked, pulling back slightly, giving
him a serious look.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What, baby?” he asked, searching her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you.” she said, the tears spilling over.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He closed his eyes a moment, letting her words
echo through his entire body. He sighed contently as he opened his eyes and
smirked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I've been waiting for you to say that.” he said,
smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Can we go inside?” she asked, before he claimed
her lips once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She moaned against his lips, as he grabbed her
buttocks and picked her up in one swift motion. He kissed her cheek and her jaw
before finding the sensitive spot on her neck and sucking it gently, sending
chills up her spine.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“God Randy.” she moaned softly, as he carried her
in the house.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His hands gently touch her back as his lips sucked
the pulse on her neck. His breathing was like a gentle hum against her exposed
neck, something that was sending her over the edge.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He placed her back on the floor, long enough to
rip the wet shirt from her body. He sighed, taking in the sight of her almost
bare chest. His lips grazed hers again as he flipped the buttons on her jeans.
He ran his hand through the belt loops as he slid them down her long legs
before sending them to the floor with her shirt.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He kissed his way up her leg, letting his mouth
hover over her inner thigh. She groaned loudly, as he grabbed the strings on
either side of her hips and snapped them against her skin. She winced slightly
before his eyes found hers. He looped his fingers through the straps and eased
them off. He gave her a smirk as he claimed her lips again before easing her
down onto the couch.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>...”
she said breathlessly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What baby?” he said, kissing her jaw and
ravishing her neck with soft kisses.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I can't take this.” she whispered. “Make love to
me.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you.” he whispered.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you, too.” she said softly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She felt her bra come loose before his tongue
found her breasts, causing her back to arch from the couch. She felt his hand
run across her midsection, as he continued the assault over her breasts. She
tugs at his pants, suddenly realizing the sensation burning more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He claimed her lips again, as she undid his pants
and helped him slid them to the floor. He peeled his shirt off, revealing his chiselled
chest. She ran her fingers down his back, causing him to throw his head back in
pleasure.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He brought his lips to hers once more before
kissing the length of her body, his tongue coming to rest between her legs. She
shivered slightly as he placed a hand on each of either thighs, pushing her
legs apart. In another second, she felt his tongue tracing over her. She gasped
with pleasure, her back coming up from the couch once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy!” she almost screamed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her fingers clinched the sofa pillow, her body
trembling under his control. She felt her body moving with every gentle stroke
of his tongue. She ran her fingers through his short, brown hair as her body
tensed. In another second, she felt herself giving over to orgasm.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
slowly moved on top of her, staring down at her satisfied expression. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, as he slowly entered her. He watched as she
winced slightly before her eyes went closed, another moan escaping her mouth.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He claimed her lips once more, as he quickened his
pace, sending her even further over the edge. He felt her nails dig into his
back, causing his own moan to escape against her lips.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Randy!” she screamed against his mouth.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you.” he whispered. “I love you.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Baby...” she whispered breathlessly. “I...love
you.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He felt his body releasing slowly before she began
thrusting her hips in sync with his. His lips covered hers as he exploded
inside her. Their bodies slowing with every passing quiver.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, after being spent, he kissed her forehead
gently before falling beside her and wrapping his arm around her midsection. He
sighed with contentment once more, as he ran his fingers through her long hair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you thinking?” he asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Nothing really. Happy that we finally got to this
point.” she said, yawning.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you.” he repeated.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you, too, <st2:personname w:st="on"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> <st1:sn w:st="on">Orton.</st1:sn></st2:personname>”
she said, kissing his lips gently before laying her head on his chest.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
watched her silently as she closed her eyes. Her breathing evened out, signalling
she had fallen asleep. He grabbed the coverlet from the back of the couch and
threw it across them aimlessly. He continued to watch her sleep until sleep
finally succumbed him.</span></div>
<h2>
<o:p><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></o:p></h2>
<h2>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(Part 18 Shock and Awe)</span></h2>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
continued to race around the house, collecting random items before throwing
them into the large duffle bag. He cursed at himself silently after stubbing
his toe against the large couch, before continuing, throwing magazines and
papers from the coffee table.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It had always been an mindless habit of his to
lose his car keys or cell phone, and in this case, he had lost both. He and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> had decided on a weekend get-a-way and leave
the hectic life behind, at least momentarily. Of course, he was running behind
schedule, and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>
was on time, packed and waiting for his arrival.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was one of her traits he loved the most.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He stopped suddenly, hearing the distinct ring
from his cell phone somewhere nearby. As he flipped the cushions from the
couch, a smile spread across his face when he finally saw it. He picked it up
and answered, knowing the ring tone instantly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“This is Randy.” he spoke clearly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!
How are you?” the voice rang from the other end.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I'm good, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>.
Real good. How are things at the office?” he asked with a chuckle.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Things here are going well.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> replied, before clearing his throat. “I
received a report from your advisor. He says your classes are going well and
you are about finished.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, that's what they tell me. I have one more
before it's completed.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
confirmed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Well, I was calling to set up your return date. I
know things are still a little shaky back home. I talked to your dad and he
filled me in a little. When do you think you will be comfortable in returning?”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Honestly, sir, there's been so much going on, I
hadn't given it much thought.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, sitting down and exhaling a deep breath.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Really?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
asked, a hint of concern coming from his voice.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Not that I don't. It's not like that. But, with
classes and appointments and...”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>.”
<st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> finished for him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My dad has a bigger mouth than I thought.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> said, laughing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“He mentioned her in conversation. I'm happy for
you.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> replied.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you, sir.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said sincerely. “I have a few more appointments I have to meet by the end of
the month for my daughter before I can really set anything into stone. I am
excited about returning, though.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Glad to hear that. How 'bout we schedule an
appointment for next weekend, say...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
began, as he trailed off. “...next Wednesday for 4:00. Does that sound good?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, shaking his head in agreement.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright, we'll see you then.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname> replied. “Oh, and <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Have fun this weekend.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
said, laughing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“My dad, right?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
asked, knowing before he even asked.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How'd ya guess?” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Vince</st1:givenname>
said laughing deeper. “We'll see ya next week, son.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright. Bye.” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said, snapping his phone shut.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He wasn't sure how to bring it up with <st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname> that he would be returning soon, especially
since they had just got together. Things were going great for the pair, and he
didn't want to risk losing anything with his return. They had only been dating
for six weeks, but it was the best six weeks he had had. He knew deep down she
would understand, but the fear of the unknown was still there.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He shrugged his shoulders, giving himself a mental
note that he would talk with her about it before the end of their weekend. As
he stood back up, he noticed his keys sitting on the entertainment stand and
grabbed them before snatching his suit case and heading for the door.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His parents had agreed to watch Alanna for the
weekend, which they couldn't be more excited about. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had hoped their weekend together would go well together, and for some reason,
he was sure it would. He couldn't explain the feeling that overwhelmed him, but
he sensed something big was going to happen.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She emerged from the bath and wrapped the large,
terry-cloth towel around her body. <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
had told her to dress semi-formal and she was hoping the silver and black,
form-fitting dress she had chosen would amaze him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had
pulled out all the stops so far. He had spoiled her rotten the entire
afternoon, between her trip to the spa, where she got her hair, make-up and
nails done, to a shopping spree and body massages. It was more than she felt
she deserved, but after he insisted, she finally relented and enjoyed herself.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> had
departed from her some time before, telling her that they would meet up in the
lobby the evening. She only needed a minor touch up on her make-up, and after
glaring at the clock, she realized she was slightly behind in time, more than
she would have liked to be.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She slipped the satin dress on and fixed her make-up
in the bathroom mirror. Her mind quickly travelled to <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>,
and she felt her nerves starting to swim. She had something huge to tell him,
and she couldn't wait no longer. She knew had to tell him sooner or later
anyway, but his reaction was what scared her the most.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They had spent weeks of bliss together, and she
didn't want to risk that at any cost. The thought of being without him
frightened her to limits she had never known. She realized the importance of <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname> in her life was just as important as breathing;
he had became such a huge part of her life. Not just because she was in love
with him, but he had healed the biggest part of her heart she felt was lost
forever.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He had picked her up when she was down, been the
shoulder she needed to cry on and been her saving grace many times; and for
her, this all happened before they were officially together. She had forgave
him for the reading of her dairy entry, but had he not done that, she couldn't
help to think if he would have ever questioned her. She had thought about it
time and time again and still, she wondered if the dairy hadn't been the ice
breaker for them.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew they would have eventually ended up
together, but the way things happened between them, she didn't regret a single
thing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her heart was aching to see him, but at the same
time, she had to rethink her words in her head. She figured a few hours alone
would help her do that, but it only made it worse by the overwhelming amount of
feelings she had by wanting to see him.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As she slipped her heels on, she sighed and
grabbed her purse. She was going to be a few minutes late, but after thinking
to herself of his usual lateness, she didn't feel too bad about it. It only
made her snicker at her own joke.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She slipped the white envelop into her purse
before shutting the door behind her and stepping into the elevator. Her heart
still ached as she watched the numbers counting down, and to her, it seemed
like years before the doors would open again. But, finally, they did and as she
stepped into the lobby, her eyes met his.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A smile plastered across his face, she couldn't
help but run into his awaiting arms and plant a sweet kiss against his neck. He
shivered slightly before picking her up, clinging to her, signalling he had
missed her just as much.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You look...” <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
said breathlessly, as his sentence hung in the air.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” she whispered. “You clean up nice
yourself.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I try.” he shrugged, giving her a smirk before
extending his arm. “Care to join me?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah! I don't want anyone else snatching you up!”
she said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Baby, you have nothing to worry about.” he said,
as he leaned in towards her ear. “I'm yours.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The words rang through her head, making her heart
jump and race even more. She couldn't help but smile brighter as he led her to
a secluded part of the hotels restaurant and helped her into her chair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You really do look amazing.” he said, as he sat
across from her.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you, again.” she said, smiling.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You alright? You look a little pale.” he asked,
his hand reaching across the table to grab her shaking hand. “You're shaking.
Lea, are you okay?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I'm fine.” she said, shaking her head
slowly before making eye contact with him. “I've just got a few things to tell
you and something I wanna show you, that's all.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is it something bad?” he asked, as he bit his
lip.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“No, no!” she said quickly before exhaling deeply.
“I don't think so.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Baby...” he said quickly, before taking the seat
next to hers and pulling the chair closer to her. “...tell me. What's wrong?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She knew she couldn't hide it any more, as she
released her hand from his, giving him a soft smile. He watched her intently,
his heart racing wildly. She pulled the envelop from her purse and handed it to
him. He gave her a confused look and went for it, until she pulled back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Before... I give you this.” she said slowly,
pulling it back slightly. “Please know that I love you, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.
This doesn't change anything on my end, alright?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Alright...” he said uneasy, still giving her a
confused look.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Say it, please.” she said, closing her eyes.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His lips touched hers gently before he pulled back
and cupped her face in his hands, causing her to open her eyes and stare at
him. He tilted his head to the side, smiling weakly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I love you, sweetie.” he said, kissing her softly
once more, before she handed him the envelop.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She began wringing her hands together, the sweat
forming on her forehead. He continued to look at her as he unsealed the envelop
and pulled the content from inside and laid it on the table. His eyes finally
feel to the item before his eyes grew huge.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His body crashed into the back of the chair, his
eyes not leaving the applicator that lay a few inches in front of him. She
closed her eyes, not knowing what the expect. She felt the warm tears
threatening to fall, but she warranted them off. She rested her elbows onto the
table, her hands covering her mouth as she opened her eyes slowly, her
attention resting on <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What...” he whispered, as he finally looked up at
her, a look of shock written on his face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I... I don't know.” she stumbled, as she ran her
fingers through her curls.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Oh my God.” he said softly, before he ran a hand
through his hair.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is this good or bad?” she asked, not really
wanting to know, afraid of a negative response.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How.... and... when?” he asked, still confused.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I... don't know.” she whispered again.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“But....” he started, still not being able to form
a sentence.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She sighed heavily, becoming agitated by his lack
of words. She bit her own lips, realizing her news was being taken worse than
what she thought.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, is this how you acted when <st1:givenname w:st="on">Sam</st1:givenname> told you?” she asked, finally finding her voice.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?” he asked, bring his eyes to meet hers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I mean, this is good, at least I think it is. A
little quick, but sometimes, you don't plan these things to happen. And... I
thought you loved <st2:state w:st="on">me.</st2:state>”
she asked, her thoughts coming quickly.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“<st1:givenname w:st="on">Leanne</st1:givenname>,
I do. I love you.” he said, grabbing her hand and bring her palm to his lips,
kissing it gently. “I'm just.... shocked.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, among other things.” she said haughty.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I just don't know what to say. I mean, I'm numb
at the moment.” he said, shaking his head.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Is this good for you, <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>?”
he asked.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her question took him by surprise, as he pulled
his hand back and looked at her. He couldn't believe she would ask such a
question, but he realized his reaction to the news wasn't received the way she
had expected, either.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Of course this is good. I mean, shocking, but...”
he said, a smile finally playing at the corners of his mouth. “...very good.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah?” she asked, her nerves finally relenting
some.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah. Are you sure?” he asked, smiling bigger.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I think so. It's been 3 weeks.” she
replied.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He grabbed her from her seat, picking her up and
spinning her around. She giggled against his neck before he placed her back
down and kissed her longingly. As they parted, she noticed the tears falling
from his eyes and smiled.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So, you're happy?” she asked, as they sat back
down.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yes!” he said, shocked. “Of course, I'm happy!
I'm gonna be a daddy, Lea!”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>!”
she said, laughing.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“How do you feel?” he asked, rubbing her stomach
gently.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Queasy, tired and... excited.” she said
breathlessly. “Layni's gonna be a big sister.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I know. And this pales in comparison what I was
gonna ask you.” he said, taking her hand once more.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“And what were you going to ask me?” she asked,
curious about his question.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Would you move in with me?” he asked, still
smiling.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I think that could be arranged.” she said,
smirking.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“This happened so quick, didn't it?” he asked,
sitting back.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Do you still love me?” she asked, giving him a
serious look.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“You're gonna have to do a lot more than being
pregnant for me not to love you, Lea.” he said, laughing before his lips
claimed hers.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She moaned against his lips, realizing she had
missed his touch after being away from him for so long. He rested his forehead
against hers, the two enjoying the moment before <st1:givenname w:st="on">Randy</st1:givenname>
grabbed her hand and led her towards the exit.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“We can order in.” he said, grabbing her waist and
bringing her towards him once they entered the elevator. “I wanna be alone
tonight with the mother of my baby.”</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She smiled up at him before touching her lips ever
so slightly against his, sending chills to course through his entire body.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” he whispered into her mouth.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“For what?” she asked, pulling back slightly.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“For giving me another baby, for making me a daddy
for the second time....” he said, kissing her softly. “...and for showing me
what true love is.” he finished as his lips caressed hers once more.</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-89081980902902984352012-06-30T04:38:00.000+01:002012-06-30T04:38:31.378+01:00Political Dealings (slightly erotic fiction)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">I had done this trip many times before today, but each of
those times felt different. Maybe because this was the day I came to bury my
last living relative, well; that was the plan anyways! It had been the start of
the month when we got the terrible news, nearly killed my folks to hear it. I
knew that I should have been there for my folks, but I just could not bring
myself to deal with it; after everything I had been through I just needed to be
alone. So with the acceptance of my parents, I headed off to the big City;
trying to get my thoughts clear. I had no real idea where I was headed, just
that I was heading somewhere; heading towards the boat ticket offices as I got
dropped off at the Cutty Sark.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Thirty minutes later I was heading up the ramp from the river
to the Embankment, not remembering any of the journey I had just taken. As soon
as I hit the road I could not take my eyes from the beautiful building,
reaching Boudica's statue I cannot wait to get over there and spend time
getting lost in the moment. Slowly I walk from the nearside of the clock tower,
which is always mistaken for Big Ben; it is actually St. Stephens Tower I snort
to myself, laughing internally as I think of all the people I had annoyed with
my accuracy. Walking towards the entrance for the public, I nearly didn’t see
him heading the other way; it took me two double takes to realise it was him. Marcus
Evans, Northampton North’s MP.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Marky!” I shouted after him, rushing towards him; giving him
little chance to see who had called after him. He was almost over the road,
heading towards Westminster Bridge when he turned around; hearing his nickname
being called. Without thinking I rushed over to him, grinning like an idiot;
within moments I was launching myself into his arms greeting him with a hug I
was famed for. It must have took him a few moments before he let go and
realised who I was, relieved that it was someone he actually liked that had
rushed to him.<br />
“Don’t you ever go home Marcus? I am always seeing you on the Parliament channel…”
I said to him jokingly, smiling genuinely at the smart man who still looked at
little taken back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As his eyes register who I am, his grin became wider
regretting letting me go so quickly. <br />
“Alexandra, always a pleasure…” His genuine warm greeting obvious, moving
closer to me as some people walk past us. <br />
“How are you, what are you doing in my neck of the woods?” He asked smiling
warmly, leaning in a little more. <br />
“We are visiting Nan, but I needed some ‘me’ time; how are you Marcus?” I
replied, trying not to make him aware I was taken aback by the scent wafting
from his neck; woody and sweet and totally suited to him.<br />
“Getting there, I was just off to grab a drink; would you like to join me?” He
asked, quickly passing over the question of if he was alright. Nodding, we
headed across the road towards this pub that looked like a usual haunt for him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As the gentleman I knew he was, Marcus opened the door for me
and softly steered me towards the bar; not taking his hand from the small of my
back. <br />
“Nice to be greeted so energetically, I must say…” He whispered into my ear,
leaning as close as he dare under the pretence that the room was too noisy. <br />
“Sorry about that Marcus, I just was so happy to see someone I know…” I began
to say, shivering slightly at his close proximity. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br />
“It’s alright Alexandra; I was just teasing you…” Marcus softly replied,
enjoying the soft subtle scent coming from my neck allowing his mind to wander
slightly. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">His day had started much like every one over these past few
weeks now, miserably. Ever since Jenny had told him she was leaving him,
everyday had been hell for him. He’d taken his marriage vows seriously,
promising faithfully to love; honour and obey always... it was just a shame
that his wife had not taken them as seriously! He could still hear her words,
as she told him of her decision to leave; she had chosen the most important day
of his political career to tell him she wanted out. All the things he thought
she could live with, told him she could deal with; were apparently all the
things wrong with their marriage.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Penny for them young man?” I softly asked, as we headed to a
small booth out the way of the crowd. <br />
“Sorry beautiful, work and stuff on my mind...” He replied without thinking,
wanting to say more but not quite ready yet. I heard something about work and
stuff, but his compliment was what struck me most. I wasn’t ugly by any means,
but I had never classed myself as beautiful either. His compliment made me
blush, something I was sure he noticed. We continued to make small polite chit
chat, talking about nothing and everything in particular. Neither of us were in
any great rush to end this evening, both of us slowly drank our drinks; talking
more than drinking.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Do you have to rush off anywhere Alexandra?” Marcus asked, hopeful
I would say no and this evening could continue. Shaking my head, I said no and
asked why; looking forward to the prospects of spending more time with him. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">
“Great, do you fancy dinner in the House?” He enquired, smiling genuinely at
the thought we would be spending more time together. <br />
“So long as you don’t have to rush off home, I’d love that Marcus...” I replied
honestly, excited at the thought I would be having dinner in the House of
Commons.<br />
”Nope, I am yours all night honey...” He said, smiling at how dorkey that must
have come out. We finished our drinks and headed back over the road to the
House, heading in through the private members entrance; another first for me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“I shall give you the grand tour after dinner if you like?” Marcus
offered, aware I was overcome by the moment and my surroundings. <br />
“I shall hold you to that if you are not careful Marcus...” I replied, smiling
at the thought of a tour by our local MP. Gently he led me into one of the
Houses many restaurants, trying not to allow the moment to overtake me. Of
course that was easier said than done when you had famous MP’s also in the same
room, it was hard not to let the moment overtake me. There was Dennis Skinner
in one corner, John Major and Edwina Currie in another; and I swear Gordon
Brown and his wife in the other!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Slowly we ate and talked, he began telling me about his day;
how it had been hellish for him. He listened intently to my troubles, kindly
offering help and advice where he could. The more time we spent together the
more I wanted to know about him, and I was sure that he felt the same way;
neither of us wanting this moment or indeed evening to end. By the time we had
finished the meal, both of us were about ready to burst; the food was excellent
but the company was what made it amazing. <br />
“Ready for the grand tour?” Marcus asked softly, steering me gently towards the
main entrance hall where most of the tours began. Nodding, we walked slowly and
talked much over the following hour. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As we finished our tour, Marcus could tell I was speechless;
but his next actions blew everything else out of the water. <br />
“So, what did you think Alexandra?” He asked, as we headed back to where we had
started over an hour ago. <br />
“Wow Marcus, it was…” I began to say as we came to rest by the famous statue of
Winston Churchill, my smile as genuine as my awe filled silence. <br />
“There’s somewhere else I wish to show you…” Marcus started, gesturing for me
to follow him towards a small door off to the side of where we stood. Nodding,
I silently followed him; glad I could spend more time with him. <br />
“This way beautiful, follow me…” Marcus softly asked as we headed through the
door and along this beautiful corridor, it was obvious that this was not somewhere
most people saw. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Where are we headed now Marcus?” My question more out of
curiousness than any fear of where we were going, I knew that no matter what I
would always be safe with Marcus.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><br />“You trust me don’t you?” He answered back, his trademark soft smile evident. <br />
“Of course… I’m just curious Marcus; that’s all.” I replied, instinctively
taking his hand gently; enjoying the fact he didn’t pull away. <br />
“Up the clock tower…” He said, giving my hand a gently squeeze; letting me know
that he did not want me to let go either. It felt like miles, each step taking
us one further to something I could just tell would be special. <br />
“We shall have to stop here for a moment…” Marcus’s words came seemingly out of
the blue, showing me into the small platform room.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Oh, why?” I asked, wondering just why we could not continue
on our journey; moments later I found out just why. The famous chimes and bongs
of Big Ben struck nine, sending shivers down my spine. <br />
“That’s why sweetheart, I knew we’d not miss them…” Marcus smiled, showing me
the way to continue. Following his lead, I continued heading up the long
winding stone steps. It really did feel like we were walking forever, up
further and further the great tower that housed Big Ben.<br />
“We’re nearly there Ali…” Marcus said, calling me by my nickname for the first
time. A further ten or so steps brought us to what can only be described as a
small door and tiny box room, there was a brighter than bright light in the
centre of the room; which took me a little while to adjust to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Here we go, have a look at that...” Marcus offered,
gesturing that I should take a look outside the windows; that went all the way
round this tiny room. Nodding, I moved slightly closer to the windows; within
seconds I knew why he had brought me to this room. <br />
“Oh Marcus …” I managed to gasp softly, any other form of words being stopped
from forming by what confronted me; the most stunning view over the City
skyline. For the longest time all I could do was just stare out into the night,
dumbfounded by what I saw. <br />
“Its stunning isn’t it beautiful?” Marcus softly said, noting all I could do
was nod gently. <br />
“It is the perfect place to bring someone you care about don’t you think?” He added
I knew he meant something by it; I just was not sure what as of yet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Without knowing or even being sure, Marcus made his next
move; gently moving slightly forward. Softly and slowly his hands tenderly
brushed up my arms causing a shiver to run my and down my spine, I can feel his
soft breath upon my neck. My heart screamed at me to bend my neck slightly,
allow him better access; my head yelling at me to be cautious. <br />
“Wow. Stunningly beautiful...” I just about managed to whisper, my voice a
hushed whisper; his mouth so close to my ear as my body involuntarily adjusting
to his close proximity. <br />
“And the view isn’t too bad either baby...” Marcus added, laying a quick but
tender peck in the crook of my neck causing me to shudder once more. Tilting my
head slightly more to allow him better access, I tried to quell my thoughts;
screaming at me to stop. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Taking the fact that I never stopped him as a sure sign he
should continue, Marcus moved his hands to my hips; softly beginning to caress
them. His desire quickly and easily showing as he began to slowly rock against
me, my own desire quickly matching his own. For the longest time I felt as
though I could forget about my problems and just simply enjoy the feelings Marcus
was creating within me, it was as if he had stirred something in my soul;
something I did not want to control. Maybe a little too quietly and a little
too late, our concisions’ came to their senses. The fact he was still married
hit him hard in more ways than he’d of liked, the thoughts of his marriage and
my inability to be the woman I wished to be running through my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“God, I am so sorry Alexandra…” Marcus began to say,
reluctantly pulling away from me. <br />
“I’m sorry Marcus …” I cut in, not wanting to hear the ‘I’m married’ speech I
felt was about to come; the last thing I needed or indeed wanted was to hear
that he was married ~ I knew that he was married, and I knew that the last
thing I could do was ‘go there’ as it were! <br />
“Truth is I am nowhere near ‘woman enough’ for this…” I said; the anger obvious
in my voice. <br />
“What do you mean?” Marcus asked, sensing that I had meant something by my
words. Without thinking, he pulled me closer; putting his arms back around me. <br />
“It’s a long story…” I softly mumbled, wanting to be honest with him; but sure
it was the last thing I could do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Tell me. Please…” Marcus continued, leading me to a small
futon type bed lying upon the floor. As we sat down I sighed deeply, knowing
there would be no avoiding this conversation. It was one thing to explain to
any man the problems I was having in the ‘down there’ department, never easy as
most men had a squeamish factor when it came to women and their problems. But
add to that the fact I had to tell a man that I had been close to being
intimate with little than ten minutes ago, then you have an almost impossible
situation to deal with. I was torn but after taking a deep breath I began to
explain to Marcus, figuring that things could not get any worse for me right
now.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“I guess that’s why I feel like anything but the woman I want
to be…” I finished with, looking up to Marcus who was; to be fair just sat
there listening to all that I told him. At first the only thing that gave away
he had been listening, was the fact he had sighed deeply. </span></span></div>
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“I didn’t pull back because I don’t want you Ali…” Marcus softly spoke, pulling
me into his arms without thinking. <br />
“I just don’t want to hurt you…” He went on, continuing to tell me about his
wife and how she had chosen to leave him. I can’t explain what it felt like,
hearing him tell me of his own troubles. Of course there was understanding, and
emotions too; but it was more than that. It was like I was seeing hope, but
still aware that I was not working the way I should.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“So all in all; I guess we’re having a bit of a crap few
weeks’ right?” Marcus smiled, hopeful that his attempt at making light of the
moment would work; and to some extent it did. Quickly we relaxed once more,
comfortable with each other; chatting and just enjoying the moment we were
sharing. Shifting slightly in our comfortable reclined position, the chimes of
Big Ben came again; alerting us to the fact it was now ten o’clock. <br />
“I should get you home…” Marcus’s sadness obvious to us both, sighing deeply as
he got up and held his hand out for me to take. <br />
“Unless of course you’d like to stay, I’ve a place over the bridge…” He added,
partly with hope in his voice; but also genuinely meant. Heading down the tower
and back into the main hall, gave me more than enough time to think. Of course
the pull of spending more time with him was on my mind, yet the things stopping
us still fresh in my forethoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“You lead and I shall follow Marcus…” I said firmly, as I
took my phone out and fired off a text to my folks to not worry and that I was
okay. Without another word Marcus headed off toward Westminster Bridge again,
this time with me in tow. It took us ten minutes to get back to his, his flat
overlooking the River Themes and the Houses of Parliament. Silently I took in
the sight before me, there was no denying the fact that this view was equally
as stunning as the previous view. <br />
“Just as stunning?” Marcus offered as he noticed my silence, coming to stand
close behind me as he handing over the glass of water I had asked for as we had
entered his flat. Nodding, I thanked him and took my first sip of the cool
liquid; almost soothing the heat I was feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">His close proximity and the questions were still in the air,
both of us could tell that the atmosphere would not be settled without
confronting it. But neither of us wish to spoil things, we each could tell the
other was enjoying these moments. We talked little, light chat to try ignore
the obvious passion in the room; it was like the elephant in the room that
no-one spoke of. His desire had not really abated, in truth neither had my own;
it was still very much there. We must have been stood like this for ages before
either of us tried to broach the subject, taking a deep breath Marcus softly
spoke. <br />
“You do trust me Ali, don’t you?” It was a leading question, of course I knew
that; but it was one I would answer regardless.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Of course Marcus...” I replied, not giving too much away;
but hopefully giving the answer he desired. <br />
“Enough to let me take you to bed?” He softly ventured, knowing that this could
make or break things. </span></span></div>
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“Marcus...” I began to say, knowing what I wanted to say and what I felt; yet
neither of them were the same thing. <br />
“I know what you said, but I just want to know you trust me before I get on to
that...” He went on, trying to explain; yet himself not wanting to give
everything away either. <br />
“There is other ways to make love to a young lady you know...” He added,
turning me around so I was looking into his eyes; seeing the honesty in them. I
saw his honesty, in my eyes he saw questioning and confusion; not something he
was used to.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“You don’t know that?” Marcus gently asked, not sure what I
was silently saying. Truth was that all I was used to feeling was abused and
taken advantage of, right now the last thing I wanted to admit was my failings.
Shaking my head softly told Marcus all
he needed to know, without another word he had gently taken me into his arms
and began to tenderly explain.<br />
“Love isn’t about somewhere wet and warm to stick your dick Ali...” Marcus
began, softly kissing the top of my head. <br />
“It isn’t that physical act either; love is about how you feel and make someone
feel...” He went on, pulling away slightly; the question on his lips again. </span></span></div>
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“Will you let me show you?” He asked once more, making a small but obvious
gesture towards his room. I was torn between what I wanted and what I felt,
deep inside; and for the longest time I had longed for a man to show me they
are not all the same... was this guy the one to do that? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Slowly I nodded, taking his hand as he nodded back and led me
towards his bedroom. His room was nothing like I imagined, it felt small but roomy.
The bed was bigger than a double, but not too big and the sheets were white
with jade green touches; very much his type of style. He could tell I was
filled with nerves as he came to my side, gently pulling me into his arms. </span></span></div>
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“Trust me okay? I won’t hurt you!” He said softly, kissing my cheek tenderly as
he began to unbutton my top and undress me. I was near naked by the time he
stopped, he sensed my now heightened nerves were not holding up as he undressed
himself and came and stood in front of me.<br />
“Just relax and trust me...” Marcus softly whispered, gently lifting my head
with his finger under my chin as he laid his first tender kiss upon my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">As soon as Marcus had kissed me I did just that, relaxed and
began to enjoy the feelings he was creating deep within me. It was true I had
not been kissed as passionately as this in a long while; it was also true that
it had been far too long since I had felt intimacy with a man. Pulling away for
a moment, he could feel the slightly whimper I gave as our lips parted; a small
smile crept over his face. Gesturing that we should move over to the bed, left
me in no doubt that this was about to get even more intimate. It wasn’t that I
didn’t want to, lord only knows how long it had been; but I wanted to be sure that
it was not about to go down that road. Last thing I wanted was to halt him in
his tracks, or worse still get hurt; my body had this nasty habit of not
playing nicely!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Okay?” Marcus gently asked, noting how I nodded but still
had that look in my eyes. Laying down together his tender assault of kisses and
caresses came thick and fast, every part of my body was being loved; kissed and
caressed. Slowly, gently and softly Marcus was creating small static charges within me;
each time I thought I could take no more he would stop for a while and then
continue. He did this for what seemed like forever, always stopping just before
I was ready to beg him to do... what exactly was it I was about to beg him to
do to me anyways? As if he could read my mind, Marcus swiftly but gently moved
to between my thighs; both of us as naked as we could be. There I was lying
naked bar my panties, with a very naked Marcus between my legs; his longing
very obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“Marcus...” I whispered into the air, arching my back against
him as I did so. <br />
“My love...” He softly replied, gently rubbing himself against my own longing. <br />
“Please...” I begged, not actually sure what I was saying please for. <br />
“Soon my darling, soon...” He answered, tenderly kissing me again; his hardness
gently pressing against my desire. As we kissed his hard longing twitched
against me, easily alerting me to the fact he too was nearly ‘<b><i><u>there</u></i></b>’
~ wherever ‘<b><i><u>there</u></i></b>’ was! </span></span></div>
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“There is far more to love than just slipping ones rock hard cock into the best
available sexy young lady...” Marcus softly whispered, rubbing himself against
the wetness he was creating within me. Showing me without another word, in no
uncertain terms what he meant by softly slipping a finger underneath my
panties; taking me by surprise. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Gasping aloud as his fingertip brushed over my clit, calling
out into the night his name as I felt the involuntary shudder it had given me.
Before I had the chance to speak, Marcus was claiming my lips once more in a
tender loving assault. Within seconds I was feeling my contractions and muscles
begin to tense up, it was like I had imagined but never felt before. <br />
“Marcus...” I gasp, pulling away and softly clawing at his naked back. <br />
“Let go and relax my baby...” He softly moans into my ear, gently nibbling at
the soft skin of my neck. Within seconds of his words and actions I was
shuddering to my peak, lightly digging my nails into Marcus’s back. This act
causing his own desire to further its own peak. As my moment came and went, I
began to recover not really sure what I had experienced; just that it was all I
wanted and more.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Feeling me relax into his embrace told Marcus he had been
correct, slowly he removed his finger; tenderly continuing to kiss me into
submission. <br />
“You okay?” He softly asked hoarsely, his throat so dry; but his desire not to
move overriding his need for liquid refreshment. Nodding was the only thing I
felt I could do, that and try stop the overwhelming urge to cry. I wasn’t
unhappy, far from it; I just needed to cry. <br />
“It’s okay... let it out honey.” Marcus said softly, somehow knowing what I
wanted far better than I did. Laying there with Marcus still between my thighs,
I cried; and he held me as I did so. Whispering soft reassurances into my ear,
as he held onto me for the longest time; I knew this was something I would
never regret. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">And again as if he knew what I was thinking, he spoke;
assuring me that I was not about to be his ‘bit on the side...’ <br />
“Ali, this; what just happened...” He began, softly choosing his words with the
care he was famed for.<br />
“It isn’t a fling or anything like that you know...” Marcus went on, knowing
that I had been treated badly in the past.<br />
“I want us... want to see you again.” His soft words lulling me into security,
and security that I needed. <br />
“Marcus ...” I tried to begin; I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to go
further. <br />
“Let me finish sweetheart... I know you feel something for me, I felt it.” He
went on, softly kissing my forehead making me feel cherished. <br />
“But I won’t hurt you... and I certainly do not want an affair either!” Marcus
added, determined that I knew the truth right from the start.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Eurostile, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">“What are you saying?” I slowly asked, sure he
meant something by his gently words. <br />
“That I don’t want you to be just ‘some girl,’ that I don’t want a bit on the
side or an affair...” He started to say, hoping I was not about to take his
next words as negative. <br />
“I want the divorce to be finalised before we take this; ‘<b><i><u>us</u></i></b>’ to that next
level...” His words hung in the room for an age, his heart felt like it had
been the wrong thing to say; I could feel his heart almost sag as I never
answered. While the truth was all I could think about was his words, and the
sincerity of them. It had been far too long since a man had meant words like
that to me, and I so needed them to be true. </span></span><br />
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“I promise to tenderly romance you every single day until we can truly be
together...” Marcus softly said, his eyes looking; searching mine. The only
thing left for me to do was nod and sink into his warm and tender loving arms,
kissing him softly before falling into a gentle sleep. </span></span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-20359313701583134682012-06-30T04:33:00.002+01:002012-06-30T04:33:58.828+01:00One Knight... (short little story)<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hated and loved nights like this, probably in
equal measures too! </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It wasn't that I didn't want to be there, I
wouldn't have brought the ticket otherwise. It was just more the fact it was
one of <b><i><u>them</u></i></b> nights, the kind where everything could (and most
times would) go wrong. I was not the most confident girl in the world, the
pressure of making an effort was sometimes all too much for me; especially when
it came to the Mayor's Gala night. I knew I would have to make an extra special
effort, I knew that far too many people I knew; liked or even loved would be
there. Yep, there was no getting away from it; tonight would be one of <b><i><u>those</u></i></b>
nights!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fifteen outfit changes later and I had chosen the
first one I had tried on, why do we girls always do that? Smoothing down the
hem of my LBD; (or little black dress as it is better known) I took one last
look in the mirror on the landing, heading downstairs to do my makeup ~ not
something I would normally do either!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You look lovely..." Mum said, smiling;
knowing it was the last thing I felt.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Thank you..." I mumbled quietly, trying
not to look like a fish as I tried to put my mascara on.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Ready?" Dad asked, clearly getting
bored of sitting there for ages waiting; secretly I tried not to giggle at the
thought he was going to miss part of his soaps!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yep, I guess." I answered, checking my
bag (a beautiful little red leather number I brought back from Italy a few
months back) for everything I needed. The car journey there was done in its
usual silence, my thoughts filled with "would he be there?" and the
classic; "I hope he isn't there!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My stomach was doing somersaults by the time we
had pulled up outside the hotel, so much so that it gurgled involuntarily and
with easy. Stepping out of the car, I said my goodbyes and headed slowly
inside. I was always early, no matter what time the thing would start you could
bet your bottom dollar I would be there early. And tonight was no exception to
the rule, heading to the bar for a steadying drink; non alcoholic of course
mind you ~ last thing I could do was get drunk and show myself up!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd only just got myself sat down when colleagues,
friends and even enemies began to arrive. I had barely managed to get up to
greet my friends when "<b><i><u>he</u></i></b>" walked in, the man
who was meant to be a colleague; that I wished was a friend but was more like
an enemy. My first thought was not the one I wanted to have, being faced with
someone I was accused of fancying looking really handsome in a tux was not
going to end well. All thoughts left me as I tried to speak, something witty
and cutting would have done; but no nothing was coming out from my mouth. All I
did was stand there as he looked me over and turned his nose up, turning his
attention to others in the group.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not so much a put down as a never was down I
guess, at least I was thankful that Sally-Ann and Richard were there; my two
friends and a pair I could rely upon. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You look stunning Gabby, doesn't she
Richard?" Sally-Ann commented, nudging Richard to gain a response. There
was history between us; I could tell the last thing Richard felt comfortable
doing was commenting. He was about to reply when we all heard the commotion
going on outside, most of us heading towards its general direction.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What confronted us was not something you saw
everyday, well any day if we were honest. There out in front of the hotel was a
beautiful white horse, on its back was a tall figure dressed in full Knight
armour; even from where I was stood I could tell it was Knights Hospitallers
regalia.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It'll be for you Gabby..." My frienemy
Anthony said, gesturing towards the figure on horseback. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Why on earth would it be for me?" I
replied, partly wanting it to be true and partly unsure what was happening. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Well who else wants a Knights Hospitaller to
come save them? You're the St. John lady after all..." He answered back,
trying not to look interested.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course he was right, I was the St. John lady; I
was the one that always talked of finding some Knight in shining armour. But I
could still not shake the feeling that I would never be that lucky, it was just
not the norm for me to get what I wanted without something going wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Well, we're about to find out." Anthony
said, not allowing his mind to picture the thoughts forming in his mind. As the
figure dismounted and headed into the hotel the chatter and whispers were
getting loud, swallowing hard I wanted the figure to head in my direction. I
could not believe my luck as they did so, moments later there I was stood;
face-to-face with a real live Knight in shining armour.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without a word the figure held out their hand for
me to take, sure that if I saw their honesty I would accept. I was about to say
something witty like; "My Mum told me to never get onto a strangers
horse..." But then I saw the figures eyes, the bluest of blue eyes; ones I
was sure I knew. I must have stood there, transfixed by these eyes; a million
and one thoughts and questions going through my mind. Of course I wanted to
ask, but it was more than that. Shock and stunned silence had hit me, wanting
to believe that it was the man I thought it was; maybe part of me wanted it to
be him too? The words to his name formed many times upon my lips, never really
forming the word fully though.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He could tell I wanted to ask and nodded his
answer to my unasked question, gesturing that his hand was still there for me
to take. It wasn't so much that I didn't want to take his hand, or that I
didn't trust him; more that I didn't want to screw it all up. I had known
'John' for years now; we had met through St. John and had become instant
friends, I just did not feel ready to lose that. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I think he wants you to go with him!"
Anthony butted in, disturbing my thoughts and stating the bleeding obvious. <b><i>Anthony
all over</i></b>; I snorted quietly to myself, not allowing my smile to show.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"No, you think?" I replied curtly, was
as curtly as I could while I stared into the most perfect eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You gonna take it or what then?"
Anthony's curtness showing through again, almost angry but not showing through
enough to make me ask questions. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Why, you jealous?" Richard piped up,
throwing in a great comeback that I would not have thought of. Anthony's
flustered reply was lost on me, as my eyes became lost in the sea of kind blue
quietly studying me; patiently waiting for an outcome. Cocking my head to one
side, I could see his thoughts through his eyes. It was as if he was speaking
to my soul, silently telling me all I needed to know. And it was as if my soul
was doing all the talking for me, giving the unspoken answers it had held deep
inside all this time. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Is it you..." Was the first and
probably only thing I could manage to say fully, I quickly realised he was
nodding and trying not to smile; laugh or speak. Within seconds my mind had
been made up and I was taking hold of his still outstretched hand, allowing him
to lead me away from the room. In the background I could almost hear a cheer,
friends and colleagues happy I finally took the hand that was held out to me. I
also thought I heard Anthony's voice, maybe it was too faint to be heard; or maybe
it was in the back of my mind. Either way, none of it mattered; my Knight was
leading me up off to a room in the hotel. We entered the room in silence, I
knew he hadn't brought me here for nothing; yet I knew it was not for the
obvious reason either!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stood in front of me, I took in the sight before
my eyes; it was not everyday you got to be this close to a real live Knight in
shining armour... I wanted to enjoy this moment, yet I wanted to know who my
Knight was too. As he knelt before me, I felt the most natural thing in the
world was to place my hands gently upon his shoulders.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"John?" I finally felt able to ask; sure
my thoughts had not betrayed me. Nodding softly, he unwrapped the scarf type
garment obscuring his face; allowing me my first real look at my Knight in
shining armour. Now he was finally able to show me his face fully, his
beautiful blue eyes shining through. It was like everything fell into place,
the many times we had spoken of this exact thing; I never knew all those
conversations were being taken notice of. It all made sense, even down to the
fact he had asked to meet the Mayor!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh
John..." was all I could squeak, as his soft kiss gently caressed the
softness of my stomach. His arms tenderly pulling me close towards him, the
warmth of his caress sending shivers down my spine. Even though this might have
been only one night, I somehow knew we would never end up as just one night...
he was, after all; my Knight in shining armour! </span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-52396875528075980752012-05-11T00:27:00.000+01:002012-05-11T00:27:38.547+01:00Bobby & Yvette... An Exercise for my Writing Class...<span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The task was laid out for us, take the story cubes and the two characters and write a short story based upon them... so the four of us (my friends on the table I sit at) did just that... for your enjoyment and entertainment... </span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Taking
their bows the actors head back to their dressing rooms while the audience take
their leave, the last to leave the stage were Bobby and Yvette. The pair had
only been members for two weeks, and yet here they were staring as leads in the
company’s very first show; a humorous little take on Harry Potter. Although
both belonged to the same Am-Dram group, both had very different reasons for
being there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“It
was a good opening night...” Bobby said, as much to the room as anyone. <br />
“Yeah... best fun ever!” Yvette answered, not really sure why she felt so much
like a teenage school girl with a silly crush. With Bobby silence came a
reason, he just wanted to learn and keep his head down; he had a plan and
reason for being there. But Yvette never really took the hint, far too
energetic for her own good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“So
what about you Bobby, why are you here?” Yvette asked softly, her timid
demeanour obvious; her nerves showing through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What?”
Bobby snapped far too cold than he actually mean, causing Yvette to jump. It
wasn’t that he hated her, in truth he had no feelings for her; neither good nor
bad ~ he felt detached from it all. <br />
“I asked why you joined, like our tutor; Helen asked...” She quietly squeaked,
not looking up. <br />
“Because I wanted to learn how to act...” He replied, sighing slightly as he
did so. <br />
“I wanted to find love...” Yvette cooed, her eyelashes fluttering. Rolling his
eyes was all Bobby could do before he groaned, trying not to get into anymore
‘deep’ conversations; he had somewhere to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Suddenly
there was a loud click, like a key in a lock being turned. Both jumped, silent
for a second while they trying to work out what had happened. <br />
“Was that the door?” Bobby asked, the fear almost showing through. <br />
“I dunno...” Yvette answered, heading to the door to check; the idea of being
stuck in a room with a nice man in her forethoughts. <br />
“Yep, we’re locked in!” Yvette said, checking the doorknob; she tired to hide
the smile. <br />
“Ahhh shi... crap!” Bobby exhaled, aware that there was a lady present with
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What’s
wrong, don’t you like small spaces?” Yvette asked softly, wanting to know more;
maybe even comfort Bobby. <br />
“No, I hate heights you silly cow!” Bobby snaps back again, not really able to
believe that he was stuck in a room with someone so dumb. <br />
“We’re only on the second floor!” She replies, not taking the hint that Bobby
was being sarcastic with her. <br />
“You really are dumb you know!” Bobby muttered, not wanting to continue with
this pointless conversation; just wanting to get home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Look
the window is open; we can get out that way!” Yvette offered, trying not to
think about what he had just said. <br />
“We are two floors up you silly woman, how are we going to get down?” Bobby
retorted, pointing to the open window and shaking his head. <br />
“And there’s a tree right outside!” Yvette confirms, point to the big tall swaying
form of a tree. <br />
“You’re a diamond love!” Bobby gleefully says, patronising her all the time. Of
course he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t care less about her; just getting to
where he needed to be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Right,
come on then; let’s go...” Bobby said, heading towards the window and tree of
life. Bobby was already out and half way down the tree when he realised Yvette
was not with him, his first thought was to continue; but his rationale telling
him he’d have to wait for her. Sighing deeply, Bobby headed back up to the
window. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“What’s
the matter?” He asked, not really caring; just wanting to get her down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“I’m
scared, I can’t see anything...” Yvette timidly whispered, hopeful this would
get him to be the gentleman she wanted him to be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Don’t
be stupid, just come on!” Bobby grew tired of her whining ways, all he wanted
to do was get gone; but he knew if she was found alone all manner of questions
would be asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Just
step out and take it slow...” He tried to sound like he was being caring, but
even he wasn’t that good at faking emotion. But whatever Bobby said, it must
have worked; slowly and surely Yvette began to climb down the tree. <br />
“There ya go!” Bobby said encouragingly, already on the ground before he
bothered to look up again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Arrrggghhh...”
Her scream could be heard for miles, the fear in her eyes seen easily even
though it was almost pitch black outside. <br />
“Shush...” Bobby ordered, not that it did much good mind you. Yvette was
hanging from the tree, skirt round her neck; panicking like a lunatic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Stop
screaming you daft cow...” Bobby shouted, making Yvette’s screams even louder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But
it was no good, Yvette was scared. Hanging upside down was one thing, showing
her Bridget Jones knickers to all and sundry was another; but then from out of
nowhere the heavens opened. Within seconds the pair of them were soaked through
to the skin, moments later as the thunder rolled and the lightning struck Bobby
was hightailing it out of there; running as fast as his little legs would carry
him away from the situation. But now Yvette was soaked; scared, upside down and
showing her knickers! She hated moments like this, horrid weather and total
embarrassment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Miss,
are you alright?” The flashlight shone over what appeared to be a bottom stuck
in the tree, the security guard tried to hide his chuckles. <br />
“Get me down from here!” Yvette squealed, not looking to the voice offering her
assistance. Somehow she managed to get herself into a position that the
security guard could help, if he could stop smiling and sniggering that is!<br />
“Stop laughing!” Yvette demanded, finally looking up at the man who was trying
to help. <br />
“Sorry Miss, here let me help...” He finally managed to say, holding his arms
out for her to take. As she got herself closer to the edge, Yvette was ready to
get out of the tree; but something was stopping her... her skirt had got caught
on part of the trees branch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">“Leap forward...” The security guard offered,
holding his arms out more. And she did, and he caught her. Though neither could
deny hearing the rip of her skirt, but neither would mention or care about it
tomorrow morning; she had found her hero!</span><span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-24606241429619943102012-05-03T16:35:00.002+01:002012-05-03T16:35:33.406+01:00The Package...<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It came today, well; that’s not quite true. It came
yesterday while we were out, and because it was too big to go through the
letterbox; a note was left to go pick it up at the local PO sorting office. So today,
after getting up and calling in “sick” for my poor old Dad; (who has a flu type
cold) we headed out to pick up the parcel. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thing is, I had no real idea what I was
getting. I felt it could not be my DVD, seeing as they usually go through the
letterbox easily. And I doubted very much if it was my croc sandals, especially
as my e-mail said they were on their way! As I received my package from the man
behind the counter, (a guy I had seen many times before) I saw it was from
Amazon; still it took me a few moments to realise that it was a book I had sent
for. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember When by Robert Opie, a book about the decades/eras over the
years. It is something I hope will help me with my writing, I have always
wanted to write stories set in the past, but often find myself stuck as to how I
can make it real and authentic sounding. Here’s hoping this will help me, and
that one day my “in the past” story will entertain you! </span><o:p></o:p></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-29930007228273435712012-05-03T02:41:00.000+01:002012-05-03T02:41:18.332+01:00Just Me ~ Short Stories from a Political Wannabe....<br />
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Book Contents: (and copyright info)</h2>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Foreword<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A Dream of You<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Her Goodbye<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Love is in the Air<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Moonlight Lovers<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">A Love Like This<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">The Legacy of St. John<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">So Good They Named it Twice<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">CSI: Miami Fan Fiction ~ Letter to H<br /><o:p></o:p></span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Courier New"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Courier New";">o<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;">Announcing Love ~ Wrestling Fan Fiction</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 11.25pt;">ISBN: 978-1-4716-6459-5:</span></div>
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<span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis">Copyright April 2012 to Nicky D Sarti, all
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<span class="MsoIntenseEmphasis">All stories are fictional and purely done
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<span style="color: #c00000;">This short little book
of fictional stories comes loving made to showcase; if you will my growing
abilities as a writer. I am still learning, and as most good wannabe
politicians will tell you; this is the only way ~ you have to keep learning!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">Some will shock you,
some will surprise you; I hope all will please you. No matter what you are
looking for, I think I have provided here for you to enjoy. Be it love, hurt;
anger; desire or more ~ it is here. There are fan fictions and more here, if
you fancy a little CSI: Miami; then we have a little sneak preview to my
growing collection. If you fancy a little wrestling, than that’s here too!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">I hope that you enjoy
my stories, feedback is always welcomed; contact me anytime on:</span> <a href="mailto:takersgirl1@gmail.com">takersgirl1@gmail.com</a> <span style="color: #c00000;">~ I will do my very best to reply to all mail received.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">Finally in closing, I
wanted to say a few words of “thanks” to those who have helped me along the
way…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">Of course there are my
fantastic parents who have put up with a lot, without you guys; I would be
nothing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">Lucinda from<b> </b></span><b><a href="http://www.phenomforever.com/">www.phenomforever.com</a></b> <span style="color: #c00000;">gets a warm mention for coming up with the idea I used
with part of my last story here; “Announcing Love…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">John & Marie
Dickie are wonderful people who; despite my craziness; <b><i><u>STILL</u></i></b> choose to be
seen out with me and befriend me ~ thanks a million guys!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">Truth is there are a
million and one people I’d like to thanks for making this book happen… the
bullies who made me believe for years I would never amount to much ~ guess
again dumbasses! The friends who came into my life and then left, you taught me
what true friendship is. The men, who never dated me, only saw me as something
to use and play with; you taught me so much ~ none of which I can mention here!
(And that wasn’t a compliment either!) <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">The council colleagues
(which will <b><i><u>always</u></i></b> feel weird to say) that have shown me loyalty and
friendship, even when you may have thought I was not loyal to you; thank you! I
can assure you, I will always be loyal… and to the council friends I have made
along the way, politics is to be done in that chamber and should be kept there;
what happens outside should always come first. And Binners, you get a special
mention; just because!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">For the past fifteen
odd years, I have been more than lucky to do voluntary work with St. John
Ambulance. In those years, I have met some amazing people and seen some
incredible things. Thanks to all that have come and go throughout the years,
and all who have had an influence upon my life; regardless of if you knew it or
not. During these years I have seen many changes, not all of them have been
good; but we have always survived ~ here’s hoping we can all survive these
recent “changes!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">And lastly, to one of
my best friends; Phil... You have been like my best friend and big brother all
rolled into one. Many times I know I could not have survived without you, many
times you have been my reason for aching laughter; it has always been needed.
Thank you, for everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000;">In closing, I’d like
to welcome you to some of my fictional stories; hope you enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Brush Script MT"; font-size: 20.0pt;">Nicky</span><span style="color: #c00000;"> (aka: </span><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Brush Script MT"; font-size: 20.0pt;">Alexandra
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A Dream of You.</h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I have this dream about you, well to be honest it is more
about “us” rather than anything else; but I guess you already knew that right.
I am not going to lie and tell you that you are the only man I have thought
about in this way, nor am I going to tell you that you are the one; we both
know that most of that would be false. I have too much respect for you to lie
to you; I would never forgive myself if I were not one hundred per cent honest
with you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">However, the one thing that seems to be different about my
dreams is you! You seem to haunt them constantly, always present like an old faithful
memory or guardian angel. But it is not just that though is it, I mean never
before in my life have my dreams ever seemed so; well real. When I close my
eyes, it is as if I can <b><i>feel</i></b> you standing there right in
front of me. And maybe that is where all these problems are coming from, maybe
this is why I cannot be around you too long anymore; maybe this is the reason
we cannot do the friend thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Maybe I am afraid, yeah that is it; I am afraid. Afraid that
you will see though me, through my act; afraid that you will read my feelings.
You were always good at that; always able to see through the façade that is my
life. All the times I spent trying to hide and you easily saw through it, and I
would always wonder how you managed it. I guess I am afraid of the answers if I
asked that question you always made me feel like I could ask, maybe I am better
off <b><i>not</i></b>
knowing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">You told me that I did not need to run or act, you taught me
to look out for the simple things in life and that those trials in life would only
make me stronger. But I am not as strong or as positive as you, I have been
through too much to start believing that it will all be okay in the end. Not
that I do not want things to be okay, I am tired of things not being okay. You
gave me some belief that things would be okay, you must have known that your
kind words would make me fall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I spend many a match thinking about you, if I was being
honest it is not just match days I think about you. You seem to be in my dreams
and thoughts every single day, but whatever the case; your kindness makes me
fall even more. So in honesty it is not that hard to see why this dream
happened, I guess the only thing that is hard to understand; well for me
anyway, is why it was not real. The thoughts and memories were so clear and so
strong that I have no idea where reality starts and make believe ends, maybe
this is the problem in the end; maybe this is why I must leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Blankly I stare at the letter in my hands, I must have done
this for the past thirty minutes; but in all honesty it only seems like a few
seconds. Everything in my mind is screaming at me to rip the letter up and walk
away, most of my friends had already warned me of this; begging me to just let
it drop. But as was always my way, I just needed to get closure on things; I
could not just walk away. There would always be that little part of me that
wondered; <b><i>what if</i></b>... and that part would always be the ruling factor in
anything I did, I just knew it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">In my dreams I am sat at the same bar with the same letter in
my hands, but as I close my eyes I know my dream is going to be different; it
always is. In my mind you have always had feelings for me, but due to the being
married bit and never knowing I felt the same; could never (or rather would
never) say anything to me. In my dreams, somehow you become separated etc. Yes,
I know that sucks and I know I am probably being hypocritical there; but I am
not perfect... even in my dreams! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">For some reason, either you have confronted me or I have
decided to finally say something to you. I do not even remember how I tell you,
let alone when I tell you; but all I know is that one minute I am struggling to
tell you and the next you have kissed me! Okay I know it is daft, but I know
that I am sat here blushing slightly as the thoughts of kissing you passes
though my mind. I feel like a lovesick teenager with a schoolgirl crush as I
think of your first tender touches, my mind enjoying the fact I know you will
be a gentleman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Despite the beard your lips are soft and tender, you kiss me
slowly and gently; not wanting to force me but not wishing to stop either. From
my point of view I feel like my hands are not doing the right thing, just there
on the end of my arms; not really sure where to go. In your case I suspect that
it is more the case of not wanting to be anything but a gentleman towards me,
see even in my dreams you are the ever-thoughtful gentleman! Eventually though
both our hands settle upon the other’s body, one of my hands in the back of
your hair and the other would be softly stroking your cheek. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">You would have your hands on my waist, slowly pulling me
closer to you; not caring that we are in a packed bar on a Saturday night or
that our colleagues have been struck into silence. Your hands would softly
caress my sides, alerting me to the fact you did not want to stop; of course I
would not stop you... I was; am in love with you, why would I want to stop you?
Finally after what seems like forever we break away, instantly I know you are
feeling the passion and arousal; much the same as I myself am feeling. To this
day I will never understand how I can actually <b><i>taste</i></b> your kisses, maybe
it is because I have been close to kissing your lips... whatever the reason I
do not know if I will ever experience anything so emotional in my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Within seconds of our lips parting I am feeling like a
lovesick teenager once more, but this time I know you are feeling the same.
Neither of us really talking just grinning like the cat that got the cream,
standing there in silence and not realising that our colleagues and most the
bar are now watching us intently. Suddenly we can feel their eyes upon us and
much like me you begin to feel a little embarrassed by it all, there is a look
in your eyes that I quickly understand. And taking my hand in yours and we
quickly head out of the bar and to your car, in the clubs car park.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The second we leave the bar we are laughing, this becomes
even louder as we soon realise that the rain; which was only spitting before is
now falling heavily. Even though your car is nearby we get soaked and are soon
almost in fits of laughter as we reach the comfort of your dry car, sliding
into the back seat almost without thinking. Even though we are attracted to
each other, I know that I do not have to worry about you being a gentleman in
the back seat. Besides we are too busy laughing to actually notice where we
are, by the time we have we are already in a more than slightly intimate
position; with our arms around each other and our lips so close I can still
taste you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As I toy with my drink I am almost unaware of everything else
in the bar, enjoying where my dreams take me too much. I do not notice the
“scuffle” that is taking place across the bar from me and I do not see you
walking into the bar either, the only thing I am acutely aware of is the letter
in my hands still. As my dream takes me where it will I continue to blankly
stare at the letter in my hands, almost unaware that you have smiled at me; but
strangely though I have seemingly smiled back. As you head for my side the
kerfuffle seems to sweep you along with it, which is the moment I become aware
of you fully; leaving my dreams behind for a moment or two. As I begin to watch
you I notice things I would not have normally seen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As you play peacemaker I cannot help smile at your calming
nature, you are such a gentleman that it would be only a matter of time before
I fall for you. There are a couple and the guy was seemingly getting rather
abusive towards his female companion, I can see that you are intent on
defending her honour and will not allow her to be bullied or pushed around. I
watch as you do the “calm down” gesture to the guy and smile towards the woman,
there are other staff around and they take your lead and help to calm things
down. As you all talk, my mind takes me back to my dreams; thankful that I have
a few moments to still enjoy them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">There is a moment between us in the back of your car that
neither of us could mistake; there is a softness in your eyes and smile that
says all we need to say. Softly you caress my cheek, pulling me close softly as
we kiss once more. The passion is hard to deny as the moment takes us where it
will, neither of us seem sure about where we will end up; just that it will
never be wrong. Even though the passion between us is on a high, I know that
there is no pressure upon me to spend the night with you. I guess that is one
of the things I love about you, I never feel like I <b><i>HAVE TO</i></b> do anything with
you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” Your words bring me from my
dream, although I may want to continue with it I am glad you are there. Smiling
back, I nod and tell you I am fine. I somehow manage to hold a fairly decent
conversation with you, talking as if we have known each other for years instead
of the six or so months we have done. While we are talking I never think about
you in that way, not sure why; maybe I do actually want to talk with you!
However, as soon as there is a decent amount (just what <b><i>IS</i></b> a decent amount
anyway) of silence between us; my mind wanders very quickly back to my dream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Very quickly I find myself in the backseat of your car once
more and again we are passionately kissing, the image of it is so strong and
powerful I am certainly you can read my mind; and as I blush deeply I know that
it will not be long before you find me out. I can feel your tender touch on my
thighs and then on my waist, I can feel the softness of your beard as your lips
send my emotions spiralling almost out of control. The strength of these
feelings are almost as if you were actually doing them to me, it was so clear
that I had to secretly pinch myself to make sure it was a dream. I knew I
should speak and try to clear my mind, but truth was that it felt just too good
to stop thinking about you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I must have been blushing so much that as soon as you had
noticed I could sense the change in you and your smile, you are now studying me
so intently I can feel your eyes upon me; if I did not know you better I would
have said undressing me with those sexy blue eyes. But of course I do know
better, I know that in reality my dreams can never come to light; and I guess
that is what ultimately made my mind up to go. In my dreams you have pulled
back for a moment and are softly caressing my cheek, your eyes intently looking
deep into my own. In reality you have been watching me intently, you had
already noticed the letter in my hands and how I cannot stop toying with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“My pretty Angel…” You softly whisper, it sounds so real to
me; almost as if you have spoken to me in reality. And this is where my reality
and dreams seem to blur together, for a split second I can only stare blankly
at you; saying nothing that will give me away. But the one thing I am aware of
is that you have taken the letter from me and begin to read its contents,
within seconds the thoughts that have haunted me so long come flooding back to
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Please…” Is all I can say, though truth be told I have no
idea what I am actually asking you to do. With one soft smile I know that it is
alright, I suddenly feel a calmness washing over me; nodding I turn my
attention back to my thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Although I am in the back seat of your car and staring into
your eyes my mind places me somewhere altogether different, we are stood in the
Guildhall; in front of our family and friends about to pledge our eternal love
for one another. Thoughts of our first night flash though my mind, it was warm
loving and passionate to say the least. Pictures of the first time we met each
others families are joined by the first time I went to the football with you as
your partner, I can still see the look upon the ex’s face as I walked into the
room on your arm; it was as if he was jealous and regretful that he let me go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I can see the many nights we had laughed in my mind, how you
called me every day and never once let me go without a loving hug and kiss
every time we had to go anywhere. I can see our first Christmas together and
how you made it the best time ever, even your first gift to me has me almost in
tears; you always said it was nothing but it meant everything to me. But as my
mind has me stood waiting to marry the man of my dreams my mind is still
focusing upon the moment you asked me to marry you, as I would have expected
it; you made it perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">We had been seeing each other for six months and in your mind
it was six months too long, you would always say you knew you wanted to marry
me the first moment you laid eyes upon me; in truth I would have married you
then if you had asked. You had invited me to the clubs Christmas do, held at
Fawsley Hall in Daventry. It was not our first night away together but it was
certainly one of the most important, it was our first time away with the club
as a couple. I knew right from the moment we stepped out of the car that you
had something in mind, it was as if you were mentally taking note of
everything; making sure it was what you wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">For a split second I hear you sigh out loud deeply, making me
all too well aware that you had understood my letter. As my mind is brought
abruptly from my dream back to reality I can tell by the look in your eye that
you are torn, I know you want to be the nice kind gentleman that I respect you
for; but I also know you have no choice but to tell me to leave you alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Baby…” Is all you can say as you sigh deeply, looking away
for a moment as I lower my head; not wanting to see my already sealed fate
coming true. I know that if I stay much longer my tears will start to fall, I
also know I will not be able to stop them from falling. I want to think about
my dream, I want to pretend like everything is alright and you are with me; of
course I know this is far from the actual truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">My heart is already breaking as I hear you sigh deeply again,
I know that it will not hold out for much longer. So I take the best course of
action I can and run, mumbling some sort of apology I rush for the exit; no
looking back as my tears begin to fall. I never thought I would be going though
this pain again, I always thought I would have learnt with the ex thing; but of
course the moment I began to think about you in <b><i>that</i></b> way I knew this was
on the cards. I had only just got outside and round the corner before my tears
began to flow thick and fast, sinking to my knees I never saw you stood there
watching me; the only time I was aware was when your arms pulled me close into
that solid frame of yours. Instantly you felt my body tighten with fear, and
almost as instantly you soothed my fears away; softly stroking my hair and
shushing my tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It’s okay sweetheart, its okay…” You softly say, seemingly
not wanting to let go of me. There is a comfortable silence between us that I
was not prepared for, I was not planning on you being so; well nice! But in
truth that was all you wasn’t it? That is the one thing more than anything else
that I loved about you, you were ~ are such a nice guy. Trust you to be so
bloody nice about me falling for you! I thought to myself, trying not to snort
out loud as I tried to keep my laughing inside. I was torn inside, part of me
wanting to talk about things but part of me just wanting to stay like this and
get back to my dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When the silence continued, I assumed you had given me the
choice to talk or not; so taking the opportunity handed to me I settled down
further into your arms and went back into my dreams for as long as I could.
Your eyes say so much as we continue to just look into each other’s eyes, but I
can tell that your mind is somewhere lost in a dream; just like my own. My mind
takes me back to the first night of the party, we had dance and laughed all
night; neither wanting that night to ever end. I could tell that you had
something on your mind as each time I made a move to head back to our room you
found an excuse to wait a little while, at first I assumed it was nerves on
your part; until the moment you asked I had no idea you were about to ask me to
marry you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">After what seemed like the fiftieth time of trying to go back
to our room, I had to say something to you. It was expected and I should have
known by the look in your eyes what you were planning, as you watched me launch
into this speech I was not prepared to give you would be trying not to burst
out laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“... so come on, out with it; what’s the matter?” I say as I
watch you give up all hope and begin to laugh uncontrollably, holding you sides
as you see my face change.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What is it, what’s so funny?” I ask, almost pleading with
you to let me in on your secret. I see you take a deep breath, as if you were
planning what to say; then looking into my eyes you sigh and speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Marry me please? I love you.” Although I am shocked, I can
tell by the look in your eye that you are serious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Within moments I too have joined in your laughter, holding my
sides to ease the stitch I know is about to form. I want to tease you back but
the look in your eyes makes that impossible,
smiling softly I turn and head back to our room; you must know my answer is
certain to be yes as you follow without question. Within seconds of the door
closing to our room your lips were upon mine in the most passionate of kisses,
the kisses seemed to not only blend into one another but also astound me. I am
not sure if your kisses were to convince me or because you thought I may say
no, (can’t say no if your mouth is full can you) but whatever the reason I am
so taken away by them that I can literality feel my legs giving way underneath
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">In my mind I can see the night progressing, your soft tender
touch slowly creating a whirlwind of emotions that I would never be able to
deny. Your kisses delighting me and awakening something in me I thought had
long since died; it was something that would stay with me forever and in
reality too! I would always be totally overwhelmed by the very real dream like
emotions of that night, they would be that much stronger than any other I had
or will ever experience in my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes by the way, the answer is yes; I’ll marry you!” I
finally manage to say as you are poised to enter me and make my possession
complete, smiling there is no need for any further words as you slowly fill me
to the hilt; loving where these moments are taking us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Are you okay sweetheart?” Your voice is soft warm and
tender, I can tell instantly that your words are genuine. I pull back slightly
allowing my head to leave the safe confines of your chest, all I can do is
shrug my shoulders. I want to say something; anything but I know the words will
not come out, I try but they get stuck in the back of my throat. In a moment of
sheer clarity, my dreams become my reality; as you gently take my face into
your big strong hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It is okay sweetheart, I know... I have always known.” Was
all I needed to hear from you, your ever-soothing voice quelling a fear I never
saw until it had gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">One moment I am trying not to cry, the next my soul is being
soothed by your soft touch on my cheeks. Without another word you quickly but
gently move forward and close the gap between our lips, after a seconds
hesitation your lips claim my own in the most tender of kisses. It does not
take me long to get lost in the moment and kiss you back, there is a longing desire
in your kiss that even I am aware of. Our passionate moment seems to last
forever, your hands softly caressing my waist as you pull me gently closer to
you. I am almost clinging to you as one of my hands is gripping onto the lapel
of your jacket, while my other hand is softly stroking your cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">In my mind I am torn between thinking about your kisses and
my dream, reality now completely blurred with fantasy. In my dream we are
tenderly making love, wrapt in each other’s love and passion. Our bodies are
entwined, the passion we are experiencing is taking my breath away. In reality
your kisses are setting my soul on fire, making me more than a little aware
that you do not want to stop. In my dream we have both reached the point of no
return, as you move quicker inside of me now; I wrap my quivering body to yours
tighter. As we come together in an explosion of emotions I call out your name,
hearing you do the same as you tell me you love me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As the realness of your words hit me I begin to cry, not
because you have hurt me but because I never thought anyone could love me as
much. In reality I had no idea that my tears had begun to fall again, the first
real clue I have is when you pull away suddenly; looking at me with concern.
For a moment I am unaware, as well as confused by the blurred lines of reality
and fantasy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Sweetheart?” Is all you need to say as I softly smile and go
to wipe my tears, stopping me you dry my tears as you softly caress my cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I.. I… I love you!” I finally manage to say, still not one
hundred per cent sure if I am doing let alone saying the right thing. But as
you softly smile and pull me closer into your tender embrace, any fears I have
all disappear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know, I have always known sweetheart.” You begin to say as
I bury my head into your chest, allowing my tears to soak through your shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Baby girl, the feelings are more than mutual...” You
continue to say, feeling my body stiffen in your arms; you know your next words
need to be clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I love you honey, I have done for a long time...” You say
softly, tenderly kissing the top of my head; praying that I will relax into
your arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What?” Is all I can say as I lift my head slightly, trying
to understand what you have just told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Softly caressing my cheek you sigh deeply, looking into my
eyes as you smile. There is a look in them that tells me you mean what you say,
there is something in them that says I need not be scared anymore. I can tell
you want to say something, but when it doesn’t come I begin to wonder if
telling you how I felt was a good idea. Within seconds any fear that may have
been coming back is quickly put to rest as you kiss me once more, this time
there is a hunger and desire even I am aware of; I know that you want me as
much as I want you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What do you think Alexandra?” Staring at Pete and Trisha
blankly for a few moments I realise I have just missed pretty much the first
half of the football, forty five minutes of a match that was; if the score line
was anything to go by, exciting... and I missed it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Huh?” I manage to say, as I try to clear my head and find
something; anything to take my mind off you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I said what do you think about helping me with this web
article, what’s wrong with you?” Pete said he smiled, seemingly aware that my
mind had been elsewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Erm, yeah sure thing...” I say, trying not to blush;
thankful that you are not there to make things worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I am sure that your Director friends could help you out too,
what do you think Richard?” Pete said, looking past me and not seeing how my jaw
dropped; oh how I wish the ground would open up wide and swallow me whole! I am
afraid to turn round and face you, I know that the moment I do you will see my
desire through my eyes; I was not sure if I was ready for that yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I would be only too happy to help; Alexandra knows I would
do anything for her...” Your honest words warm my soul as I slowly turn to face
you, trying to smile. All my mind can think about is how not to break the
seemingly collected exterior I have, while my heart is seemingly doing
cartwheels and somersaults inside of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">What happens, in reality takes only a few moments; but seems
to take a lifetime for me. The second I catch your smiling eyes, I know that
you can see through my act. As your eyes study me I can tell by the change in
your own eyes that you have understood, and in that split second I know my fate
is already sealed; I know that I have no other choice left open to me now but
to run. And just as I am about to turn away and accept that my life is over,
you do something that is not only strange but also very out of character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">You wink at me as you begin to explain just why you would do
anything for me, not only shocking anyone that would listen but also myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Alexandra knows how much I think of her, don’t you sweetheart?”
As I sort of try and answer, you can tell by my struggling that you should
continue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You must know by now that I love you Alexandra?” You said
matter-of-factly, as if it was no big deal. Had I had a drink in my hands, it
would now be all over the floor. Pretty much like my, and those around us jaws
were. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I had to pinch myself to check to see if I was dreaming
again, when I realised I was not all I could do was stand there and stare
blankly at you; it was all so surreal and like something out of a film. My
heart wanted this all to be true, but of course I knew inside this was not
going to happen; after all I never got that fairytale happy ending did I... In
honesty all I could really do for the next forty plus minutes of the match was
stare blankly at you, you were talking away about how you felt about me. But in
all honesty I never heard a word of it, I was not even thinking about being
with you. I was just speechless I guess, seemingly too shocked to think
straight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Before too long there is a loud buzzing noise ringing very
close to my ear, part of me is thankful for some normality. But by far the
bigger part of me is pissed off good and proper, and; as if I needed reminding,
very frustrated... sighing deeply, I yawn and stretch as I try to wake myself
up; not that I really wish too of course. I would much rather be back in my
dream fantasyland, where my life is how I want it to be; not how it really
actually is! With the constant ringing in my ears I throw the alarm clock over
to the other side of the room with force, more than a little aware that I am
probably about to have the day from hell. And as soon as I have read my text, I
know it will be the day from hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">My two best friends almost demanding I meet them after I had
been to college, it was not that I did not want to see my friends; but the fact
that for the past three months they have not been around had kinda pissed me
off. My day is pretty normal considering all that my overactive imagination had
been through, which is why when you called me toady I was not prepared and my
defences down. Before I even realised it I was already walking into the bar
looking for you, and there you were; larger than life holding a conversation
with me. And try as I might I am torn between telling you I love you and just
leaving it, of course I cannot tell you this can I? This has to stay in my
mind, as part of my dream; after all a dream of you is a good thing to keep
hold of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<h2>
Her Goodbye.</h2>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As they sombrely walked into the church none of them in
their wildest dreams ever thought this day would ever come, as the all sat in
the front row they all seemed to cling onto each other for moral support and
friendship. As the guys did their best to comfort the ladies they all tried to
combat their own emotions. Felix, Eve and Frankie did their best to comfort
each other, while Stella, Lucy and Grace clung on to each other for dear life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Moments later the team and friends watched as the casket
was carried in by Gabby’s colleagues and member’s of the order and St. John and
Joe, while Alex and Jessica followed up behind trying not to break down and
cry. Trying to smile to the team he knew it was never going to reach his lips
as he passed by Grace caught his hand and squeezed it tightly, nodding they
seemed to understand this unspoken show of support. Sitting upon Grace’s lap
Jessica just sat silently as she watched her beloved Mother lay in an oak
casket. As Alex stood with Joe at the parapet his mind went numb, trying to
find the words was going to be agony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I think of you often and make no outward show, but what it
means to lose you, no one will ever know. You wished no one farewell, not even
said good-bye; you were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. You are
not forgotten nor will you ever be, as long as life and memories last, I will
remember thee. To some you may be forgotten, to others a part of the past, but
to me who loved you dearly, your memories will always last. Nothing can be more
beautiful than the memories I have of you. To me, you were someone special; God
must have thought so too! If tears could build a staircase and memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to heaven, and bring you back again.”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Pausing
for a moment Alex swallowed hard not only to collect his thoughts but also try
stopping his tears from falling, before he went on.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">"My dear sweet beautiful wife, I promised you my heart
and soul forever. For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. Being deeply loved by someone gives
you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage."</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Looking
to the piece of paper in his hands, Alex spoke once more knowing it was all he
had left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">"Nunc scio quit sit amor." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(Translated from Latin, means; "Now I know what love
is.”)<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Walking over to oak casket stood on stilts Alex did all he
could to hold it together, not just for himself but also those other faithful
friends and family that were equally devastated by the loss of their colleague,
friend and Mother. Holding on to Joe as tightly as he could he stood next to
the casket that contained his loyal and loving beautiful wife inside, as pall
bearers stood on either side of the casket taking the small box containing the
highest medal from the order; the one Gabby had longed for they handed it over
to Alex who did all he could not to break down. Feeling Joe squeeze his hand he
felt safe for a moment, before laying a soft kiss upon the casket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I love you my darling, always and forever.”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Whispering
to the casket as he finally found he could no longer hold it all in, Alex broke
down and cried unashamedly. Taking his father in his arms Joe did all he could
to be strong for his father, but knowing deep inside he too was feeling just
the same as Alex and the rest of the team. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Watching as they led the casket away Jessica was silently
crying into Grace’s arms as her Mother’s casket was carried past her, asking
the pall bearers to stop a moment she got off of Grace’s lap and walked over to
the casket. Wanting to stop his daughters tears Alex went to his daughter’s
side, closely followed by Joe and they watched Jessica speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Kissing the casket as she had seen her Father do, Jessica
took off the locket she had given her the day after Alex and Gabby had got
married. She placed it on the side of the casket as Alex took her into his
arms, Jessica spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="PT-BR" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Ti amo per
sempre la mia cara madre.” Turing instinctively to Grace, who held her tightly
close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(Translated from Italian means; I love you forever my dear
Mother.)</span></i></b><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Holding his daughter tightly Alex watched as the love of
his life was carried out from the church and off to the graveyard, numbly
following on he felt how Sean and Grace supported him either side while Joe
supported his step sister, Jessica. Trying to smile he knew it would never
reach his lips, wiping their tears away as best they could the team followed
Alex out to the graveyard and where Gabby was to be buried. As the service
continued Alex numbly stood letting his tears fall freely as Grace stood one
side and Joe the other, all he really knew was that he was holding Jessica
tightly and that his stunningly beautiful wife wasn’t coming home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It was all a blur to him if he was honest, but as the
crowds departed he was left standing at Gabby’s graveside with Grace and the
rest of the team by his side. Looking over to Joe who had finished thanking
people and was now stood trying to comfort Jessica the best he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Joe is a credit to you both.”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Grace said as
she tried her best to comfort her long standing friend, nodding slightly Alex
wanted to speak but found that he couldn’t. As the hours passed by, the rest of
the team had long since left the graveside and where now waiting by the cars
but still Grace and Sean stood by Alex’s side. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Feeling the cold wind biting into his numb tear stained face
Alex knew he should be going but the honest truth was that he didn’t <b><i>WANT</i></b>
to go, he had told her he would never leave her side but now he felt totally
lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I feel so lost Grace, what am I meant to do now? I’m lost
without her, she was… <b><i><u>IS</u></i></b> my life!”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Feeling
his grief wash over him like a great wave he broke down and fell into Grace’s
arms, and as his tears fell those that Grace had been trying to hold back fell
too. Feeling a little useless Sean walked over to where Joe was trying to
comfort Jessica; nodding to Joe he held his arms out as Jessica instinctively
ran into Sean’s arms. Holding on so tightly to her Sean no longer felt able to
hold back his own tears from falling, feeling Jessica hug him tightly back made
Sean feel slightly better and as Joe put his hand on his shoulder he looked up
and tried to smile.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know Sean, I know!”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Was all Joe could or
even needed to say, feeling his friends pain being joined by his own pain and
grief. Standing by the cars Spencer took hold of Felix and held her in his
arms, feeling how she was trying like the rest of the team to be strong.
Knowing it was no use she turned to face Spencer and looked into his eyes,
knowing what each felt without a single word Felix buried her head in his chest
and finally broke down; followed by the rest of the team.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Back at the graveside Grace dried her tears slightly as she
indicated to Alex that it was time for them to be going, feel the pain he felt
as he look up at Grace with tears still falling and his red eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t want to go Grace; I belong by her side!”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Alex
managed to say through the tears and pain, nodding Grace knew what he was
feeling and going through.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know Alex, I know it hurts. But we have to go, come on
let’s go.”</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <span style="color: maroon;">Grace replied as she gently led her friend away from the
graveside, never letting go of her friend. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Back at the car Alex was hugged tightly by his friends and
colleagues as he tried his best to regain his strength, as they all got in the
cars Alex held Jessica in his arms and cried softly with his beautiful
daughter. Moments later the cars pulled away leaving behind their friend and
Mother, while Alex left behind his wife lover best friend and soul mate. Taking
his hand in hers Grace felt his pain and tried her best to comfort him, knowing
Gabby would be looking down upon them all and protecting them as best she
could. As Joe sat in the front thoughts filled his mind of just how his Father
could or even would be able to bounce back from this latest heartbreak his
Father had suffered, looking to Grace both nodded an understanding of respect
and friendship both knowing this would be a hard road for Alex and indeed all
the team.</span><span style="color: maroon; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<h2>
Love is in the Air.</h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Lying in his arms there was a million and one thoughts
running through Sarah’s mind, while he caressed her softly his mind was full of
fear worry and regret. <i>What if she
doesn’t want me? What if I’m not enough? What if she regrets it?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Was all he could think as he tried to slow his heartbeat and
sooth his fears, hoping she didn’t regret it and that she’d want to stay. The
silence began to get unbearable but neither seemed willing to break it, so as
they lay there both let their minds drift back to when they were just friends
still. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Turning slightly so her back was leant against his chest Alex
boldly pulled her into his embrace, thankful that she didn’t pull away from him
Alex closed his eyes and began to think of how the two had first met. Hearing
him sigh deeply she too laid thinking about how the two had gotten to this
point in their lives, closing her eyes Sarah lay listening to the rain fall
outside for a few moments before drifting off into her dream filled sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The lowest moment of her life and Sarah felt as though the
whole world had walked out on her, <i>I’ve
lost everything</i> she thought to herself as she sat staring at the knife in
her hands. The rape, the bullying, the attacks, the lovers all flooded Sarah’s
mind with hurt and pain she couldn’t bare anymore. Wanting the pain to stop and
the hurting to be over Sarah ran the cold blade softly across her wrist,
shivering as steel met flesh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It’s easy,
just do it.</span></i><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Sarah thought to herself as she ran the cold steel across her
wrist a little firmer this time, wincing slightly as she felt it almost tear
the skin. Sitting in the cold dark alleyway the last attack Sarah had suffered
had been the final straw, as her attacker had pulled the knife on her to do
goodness knows only what she had lost it completely. Grabbing the knife from
his hands Sarah’s pretty brown eyes were filled with pain and hurt, and as the
tears started to fall all the pent up emotions and anger she had been feeling
since she was a child came flooding out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“<b><i>Come on then you bastard, come and attack
me! Hurt me you asshole, come on</i></b>!” She yelled as the torrent of abuse came
flowing out of her, holding the knife in her hands Sarah had the cold sharp
blade pointed to her neck as she watched the fear in her attackers eyes right
before he ran for the hills.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Today was much the same as any other day for Alex, he got
up the same went to work the same and did all the normal things he would do.
But for the past eighteen months he had done all this on autopilot, since
losing his wife Penny he had be so devastated by it all it was all he could do
to survive what life threw at him. Today Alex was due to teach a group of
consultants how to get the best out of their employees, sighing deeply it was
just another thing he didn’t want to do but knew he had no choice but to go.
Having just about managed to get himself up the rest seemed to be a blur
because the next thing Alex knew he was climbing out of his car and getting
ready to head off, taking his briefcase from the boot and locking his car Alex
headed off to make the short journey from the car park to the companies offices
a few streets away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">On any other day this journey would take Alex all of three
minutes but like he had become accustomed too, today took him the long way
round. He couldn’t help himself; he needed to be close to Penny again. Although
his mind was full of the incident and then her accident, Alex could see her as
clear as day; it was as if she was standing next to him as he stood at the
entrance to the alleyway. But as his mind cleared he was alerted to someone’s
distress with the faint sobbing he could hear close by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As he approached Sarah looked up to see this stranger
coming at her, gripping the knife tighter she never realised until it was too
late she had already tore the skin on her wrist. At first it didn’t hurt and
she never noticed until she saw his eyes travel from her face to her wrist,
following the strangers eyes she saw the blood and then felt the shock and pain
overwhelm her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“My names Alex, I’m a first aider what’s happened?” Sarah
just about heard him say as she could feel herself drifting into unconsciousness,
as he approached his soft voice seemed to reassure her that she would be safe
with him and within moments the stranger had begun to tend to the wound.
Silence surrounded them for a long time as Sarah lay there drifting in and out
of unconsciousness and trying to sort the mess of her life out; as he spoke she
looked up into his eyes for the first time and quickly became captivated by
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Tell me what happened my love, who made you do this?” His
voce was so soft and reassuring Sarah just knew instantly that this man
wouldn’t hurt her, looking up into his bright blue piercing eyes she took a
deep breath and began to tell this kind stranger what happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I was attacked again; some man took my bag and then pulled
the knife on me.” Sarah felt strangely at ease in this man’s company and wanted
to say more but found the words got stuck in her throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“But why do this to yourself sweetheart?” Alex said as he
finished dressing her wound the best he could, wanting to take her in his arms
and take her pain away Alex felt useless but couldn’t stop himself from
reaching out to her instinctively pulling away at the last moment. Holding out
his hand to her she cautiously took it and was helped to her feet lingering for
as long as he could Alex held her hand and asked again why she’d hurt herself,
it was her answer that scared him the most and made it almost impossible for
him to let go of her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Because I wish I was dead, I wanted to kill myself.” As
her words left her mouth it was like all the emotions pain and hurt had been
lifted slightly, not being able to hold it in any longer she began to weep
uncontrollably. Not being able to stop himself Alex had taken her into his arms
and silently begun to weep for her pain, for Penny and for his own pain. They
two strangers stayed like this for a long time, weeping into each others arms
not able to stop their grief from showing. As their tears began to slowly dry
Alex instinctively brought her face to his and cupped it in his soft hands,
smiling the smile of an angel he softly spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Do you need to talk my dear?” Nodding she was touched at
how he tenderly spoke and wiped away her tears softly, pulling away and holding
his hand out she hesitantly looked for a moment before taking it and allowing
him to lead her away and back to his warm dry car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Sitting in the safety of his warm car Sarah was sat in
silence, cold and frightened but she felt strangely calm in this stranger’s
presence. Shaking through the cold Sarah watched as he took the jacket he had
on off and wrapped it around her shoulders, smiling slightly at him and his
kindness she felt like she could tell him anything and he would listen to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Do you want to talk my love?” His soft voice was full of
kind compassion; looking round to him Sarah was met by his bright blue eyes and
felt ready to share everything with someone. Taking a deep breath Sarah began
to tell this perfect stranger how she came to this point in her life, watching
how he took her hand in his as she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“My life’s a mess, I just wish it was over and then the
pain would stop…” As Sarah began to talk she felt like a weight was being
lifted from her shoulders, and strangely she could feel a change inside of her
that she couldn’t explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“… and this attack just became too much for me to take. I
just want it to all be over; I want the pain and tears to stop!” As Sarah
finished tell her story, the silence was deafening, but although she felt sad
her tears wouldn’t fall. Moving his free hand to her face he turned her head to
face his and gently stroked her cheek, sighing he went to speak but found he
couldn’t. He just pulled her gently into his arms and held her closely as she
felt the waves of emotions hit her, whispering soft reassurances into her hair
over and over again. From that moment on the two became best friends and would
never leave each other, silently promising to always be there for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(PRESENT DAY)</span></u></i></b><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Not really being able to sleep Sarah sighed deeply and opened
her eyes, realising she was still lying in Alex’s arms and still in his bed.
Feeling his breath upon her neck she could tell he was wide awake too, feeling
him sigh deeply Sarah shifted her weight slightly causing him to wrap his arms
around her and speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Are you ok Sarah?” Was all he could say, feeling the guilt
deep down inside he prayed she was alright. Trying to pretend she was still
asleep Sarah silently held her breath for as long as she could, before she felt
Alex’s lips softly graze her neck. Shivering Sarah felt things inside of her
that she never thought she could ever feel, sighing deeply she took a deep
breath and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I just…” Sarah started, having no real idea of what she was
about to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t know where this leaves us Alex.” Sarah continued
after a few moments to gather her thoughts, leaning into his arms as she tried
to make sense of it all. Yesterday had all been so different, for them both it
was true but now she found herself lying in the arms of her best friend. Not
being able to understand why she didn’t feel guilty or what was going through
here mind, all Sarah was sure of was that she may have just lost her best
friend; and that scared her more than anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know Sarah I know, this wasn’t exactly planned you know! I
wasn’t expecting to end up in bed with you…” Before he had the chance to go on
Sarah moved and went to get up, grabbing his shirt that lay by her side of the
bed and putting it on. Getting up and heading for the bathroom, Sarah spoke
trying to understand what she was feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“And you think I did? Come on Alex I know I’m the <b><i>last</i></b>
person you’d want to end up in bed with, and I can assure you <b><i>this</i></b>
wasn’t something I planned either!” As she stood in the bathroom, looking into
the mirror Sarah couldn’t explain where those words had come from. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">All she knew was that deep down somewhere inside of her she
not only felt she’d lost her best friend but that what had happened was; if
only in his mind was a huge mistake. Splashing water upon her face Sarah stared
blankly into the mirror again and begun to think about her past, in particular
how Alex had always been there for her during the good times and bad. Whatever
she went through Sarah always seemed to know that after that day when she met
Alex she’d never go through it alone again, she had believed that it was the
same way for him. But now as she thought about last night Sarah realised that
it may all be over for their friendship, as she may very well be looking at
fighting alone once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><u><span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(FLASHBACK)</span></u></i></b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The day had started off like pretty much all the rest over
the past seven years, it had become somewhat of a traditional ritual between
the pair. Having both been left more than a little broken hearted by lovers in
their pasts it was always the same for both Sarah and Alex on Valentine’s Day,
loads of people all loved up and rubbing salt into their wounds. As the two
friends sat that first Valentine’s night in their local bar seven years ago,
surrounded by lovers wooing each other they both made a pact that neither would
spend another Valentine’s Day alone and nor would they feel hurt by those
surrounding them. Laughing like children and acting like they were already
lovers both Sarah and Alex would spend that Valentine’s Day together enjoying
each others company, and would continue to do so until that day when it all
seemed to change. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As the two friends met for coffee before they went for
lunch everything was like normal, the mood was light and the laugher deep;
neither could have known that things would end the way they did. As they sat in
the restaurant having lunch the atmosphere was geared more towards their long
standing friendship than anything else, both laughed and joked like they never
had a care in the world. Even as the two took the short journey home neither
could have ever known that things would end the way they did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><u><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">(PRESENT DAY)<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Sitting there in silent shock Alex realised that she most
probably regretted last night and wished it hadn’t happened, sighing deeply he
tired to piece together the shattered bits of his life and heart as he started
to dress realising in all honesty he couldn’t and didn’t want to. All that
really went through Alex’s mind was that the women he loved and cared for more
than life itself would never speak to him again, thoughts of losing Sarah and
her friendship ran through his mind and if he was honest it scared the hell out
of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">All the times she had been there for him when he had needed
her, all the happiness and laughter that he felt and filled his life flooded
his already overwhelmed thoughts. Thoughts of how wrong and far off the mark
she was began to enter his mind, <i>she
thinks I don’t want her</i> made him realise the pain he thought he’d taken
away was still there. Alex sat on the edge of his bed and trying to find the
right words to explain how he felt, when Mark came in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Dad, I’m off into town is there anything you want?” He’d
managed to say before he saw the state of undress his father was in and the
items of clothing scattered around the bedroom floor, blushing as soon as he
realised and quickly made his excuses and left leaving Alex with just his
thoughts of last night for company.</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As they got back to his Alex fixed them both a drink and
the pair sat down to watch all the old slushy movies they could, laughing and
mocking them as they watched. Curling up together Sarah couldn’t stop feeling a
little emotional as they watched the end of that great classic love story
Casablanca, and as she tried to hide her tears she felt truly touched as Alex
pulled her close and gently caressed her back. She was touched too at how Alex
had to hide his own tears as they watched City of Angels, as the two friends
watched more romantic films both felt relaxed and comfortable together.
Snuggling into his arms the pair watched Ghost Sarah sensed a changed but
couldn’t place it, Alex felt the same changed too but couldn’t explain it
ether. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Watching Sam and Molly on the pottery wheel causes a desire
deep within both Sarah and Alex that neither could deny, burying her head in
his chest Sarah does all she can to fight these feelings. As they watched Sam
dance with Molly through </span><span lang="EN" style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Oda Mae Alex
almost instinctively kissed Sarah’s forehead, not realising until he’d done it
or just what it or would unleash in the pair. Feeling a shiver go up her spine
Sarah lifted her head so her face was level with Alex’s, smiling the pair were
about to talk but both went back to watching the film after chickening out. As
the film ended and their tears fell both Sarah and Alex were inches away from
each other, turning to face him she was about to speak but as he hushed her
lips Alex wiped away her tears before going to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Sarah…” Alex started to say before he
was stopped by Sarah’s soft fingers upon his lips, his piercing blue eyes
searching deep into her soul through Sarah’s deep brown eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Hush Alex, don’t speak.” Sarah boldly
said as she searched his eyes, looking for the answers she had longed to find. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I never got my Valentine’s Kiss.”
Sarah continued as she playfully giggled and kissed Alex’s cheek, feeling the
change she then softly laid a light kiss upon his lips while lingering
slightly. Within seconds the mood had changed and both could not only sense it
but also feel it, wanting to pull away neither found they could. Finally
pulling back the two friends sat there in silence, their heartbeats racing and
emotions reeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: maroon; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Feeling a passionate desire rise
within them both that neither could deny it was Alex that made the first move
this time, softly kissing Sarah upon the lips with a passion he never knew he
had within him still. With a desire she didn’t think she still had Sarah kissed
Alex back for all she was worth, and as the passion and desire grew in both
something just felt <b><i>right</i></b> for them both and as they crossed the line of no return
both knew it was what they wanted. Softly caressing her Alex felt that this
could never be wrong slowly kissing his way down Sarah’s body, feeling how she
reacted to his touch. Pulling back Alex went to ask if Sarah was sure, nodding
before he had the chance he picked her up in his arms and carried off to his
bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“One Kiss…” Alex half thought and half
said, as he heard the bathroom door open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It was just one kiss!” Alex said a
little louder as Sarah came and sat on the edge of the bed, her back to his
trying to make sense of it all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know Alex… This wasn’t something I
planned.” Sarah said after a while of silence between the pair, both wanting to
say so much more but finding the words got stuck in their throats. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I should go Alex…” Sarah started,
knowing deep in her heart it was the last thing she wanted. After all she had
been through the only one to love her and be there for her was Alex, losing him
was the last thing she wanted. Losing her was the last thing Alex wanted, she
was his life and one of the only good things he had left to live for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t want you to go Sarah; we need
to talk about this still.” Alex said as he put a hand on her arm to stop her
from getting up, still trying to work it all out in his own mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I know we do Alex, I just can’t handle
losing my best friend because of a kiss that was just for fun…” Sarah started
to say but before she could continue Alex had cut her off, almost raising his
voice at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Is that was it was to you Sarah, just a
bit of fun? That kiss meant nothing to you then, is that what you’re telling
me?” The hurt was clearly evident in his voice and as Sarah turned to look in
his eyes, for the first time Alex’s eyes were dark and cold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Alex…” Sarah begun to say, seeing how
he just looked through her. As he rose from the bed Sarah’s heart sank, still
unsure where this would end up. Trying not to let her pain, hurt or tears show
Sarah turned away and sighed deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Oh Alex, is that what you really think
of me? You know that isn’t me!” Watching him disappear into the bathroom Sarah
could no longer hold her tears back, crying into his pillow she felt like she
had just lost everything again. As Alex splashed water upon his face and looked
into the mirror he could see his own heartbreaking, walking back into the
bedroom his eyes focused on Sarah crying upon his bed. Instinctively Alex went
to her side and reached out to caress her, pulling back for a moment she looked
into his eyes and watched how quickly they changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’m sorry baby; I didn’t mean to make
you cry. You mean the world to me, you know that! The last thing I want to do
is hurt you, I just don’t want to lose you.” Alex said as he softly wiped away
the tears Sarah had let fall, going to speak Sarah shushed his lips and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I don’t regret last night Alex; it
wasn’t just a bit of fun to me! I just don’t to lose my best friend either; I’d
be lost without you.” Pulling herself up upon her elbows and looking deep in
his eyes there seemed to be an unasked question hanging in the air, one that
both needed to answer but one that neither could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“So where do we go from here Sarah?”
Alex was finally able to say, searching Sarah’s eyes for some sign that she too
wanted the same as he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“One day at a time?” Was all Sarah could
say, as she too searched his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Baby steps my darling baby steps, I
will never hurt you.” Alex said as he gently pulled Sarah into his arms,
holding her there hoping this would never be wrong. Pulling back slightly Alex
softly kissed Sarah, feeling the passion rise deep within them once more she
moaned softly against his lips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Falling back upon the pillow Alex began
to caress Sarah slowly again softly kissing his way all over her highly
sensitive body, a soft moan escaping from her lips as her desire grew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Oh Alex…” Her lips and body grew hungry
for his touch and soft caresses, their passion could no longer be fought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I love you Sarah, you’re my life. Stay
with me?” Alex finally felt able to say, as he kissed her softly once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Oh Alex, I love you too. I will <b><i><u>never</u></i></b>
leave your side, forever Alex forever.” Sarah managed to breathlessly whisper
as his every touch and kiss took her breath away, holding him close as their
desire and passion became stronger; giving herself to him once more they both
knew this was going to be forever.</span><span lang="EN" style="color: blue; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN">Moonlight Lovers.</span></h2>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Standing looking at myself in the full length mirror in my
bedroom I try my hardest to find something positive to say about my dress and
looks, but find it almost impossible. <i>I
look ok, I guess</i>; I say to myself as I smooth my hand over the soft silk
fabric of the deep blue evening dress I had only just purchased that morning.
As I slipped the high heels I had also newly purchased on, taking one last long
look in the mirror I had a million and one thoughts flood my mind at the same
time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Would he be
there? Was I making a complete fool of myself? What if I’m not enough for him?
Did he really want me there? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Every time I thought I was getting better my lack of self
confidence and self esteem would rear its ugly head and bite me on the ass
again! Now, as the night I had long since dreamed of looked to be coming true I
was again struck with a bad case of nerves and self doubt <i>what the hell would he see in me</i>? I thought as I tried to calm
myself with a small snack. Looking through the bare fridge I realised it was
hopeless; I had two options open to me. I could turn up as I was and pray he
was there or I could stay in and hide like I normally did. As I stood staring
blankly into the fridge the matter was took out of my hands as I heard a knock
at the door, walking to my front door I was shocked to find my best friend
stood there sobbing her eyes out on my doorstep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I didn’t know where else to go Gabby, he’s left me!” She
managed to sob through the tears that had clearly been flowing all day, sighing
deeply I invited her in and hugged her closely as he tears continued to fall. It
has been three hours and still Sarah was crying, although the sobs had become
silent and less heavy there they were still flowing. Although I wanted to be
there for my friend, somewhere in the back of my mind I was still thinking
about the wonderful man who had asked me to join him that evening at the party.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’d be honoured if you would be my guest tonight Gabby, it’s
going to be a great party." He had said to me with a soft smile and kind
eyes, the ones I had seen many times before but never this closely before. With
thoughts raging through my mind I tried to think of my friend but when she
noticed my attire after she had stopped crying, she asked me what was
happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’ve been invited to a party with…” Pausing, having no real
idea what to call him, I tried to choose my words carefully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“An old friend from the club. But its ok honey, you let it
all out.” Hoping it would be enough I went and got us some more coffee, leaving
her to composer herself and following me into the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“When do you have to be there Gabby?” Sarah asked, as she
handed me the milk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“In an hour, if I go.” I reply honestly, still trying to find
a reason to go to the party.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“If it’s him you are going with, you should go.” Was all she
needed to say, both of us knowing what the other was thinking right at that
moment. Standing there I begun to think about all that I had gone through over
the past few months and how he had been there for me through all of it, how
when I had been attacked he was the one who became my hero and saved my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Throughout it all, he had been the one constant thing in my
life and although I had feelings for him deep down which I couldn’t explain the
ones I could explain were just as strong. When I had needed a friend he was
there for me and no matter what, I knew that as long as I kept my feelings
closely guarded we could have a great night. Finally making my mind up to go,
Sarah dropped me off at the bar and wished me good luck. Smiling and thanking
her I said I hoped I wouldn’t need it and left for the party. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Walking into my local bar on any other night would have been
easy, but this wasn’t like any other night I had ever experienced and it wasn’t
easy. Standing in the doorway, my mind churning I felt a million and one
different emotions running through my body all at once and while I tried my
best to get them all straight in my mind I had no idea he would be feeling the
same way. Sitting at the bar he would be going through hell in his mind,
worrying that I wouldn’t turn up and that I wouldn’t want him among everything
else that had seemingly become too much for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“She’ll be here mate, stop worrying!” John said as he put his
hand on Harry’s shoulder and tried to comfort his friend, trying to smile but
knowing it would never reach his lips Harry sat there with thoughts running
through his already overloaded mind. Stood by the door I watch as John tries to
comfort his friend, I am captivated by how uncertain Harry seems. <i>He’s always so confident</i>, I think to
myself as I can feel my own nerves begin to calm and steady themselves. Walking
over to his side he turns before I reach him, smiling at each other my own
sense of relief is relayed in his deep brown eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You look stunning Gabby…” Harry said after a moment of
silence, and kissing me on the cheek he inhaled deeply revelling in my scent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it or not.” He said,
blushing at his own lack of confidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Of course I would Harry; I wouldn’t miss this party for the
world.” I replied shyly, touched by his lack of confidence; glad that my own
nerves were felt by him too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As the drinks were ordered and we had passed the time of day
with each other the silence descended upon us both, leaving us feeling less
confident than when we walked in. it was John that became out saviour, as he
talked to us both and helped us both to feel at ease.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It should be a good party tonight; I’ve heard Becks will be
there.” John said as he noted the tension in the air, smiling at him I was about
to reply when a mutual friend who worked in the bar’s kitchens came running out
towards us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Gabby, we need you in the back. Jess had cut her hand badly;
can you come have a look at it?” Smiling at the fact I seemingly was never off
duty; I nodded and followed him back to the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What’s up Harry? This isn’t like you; you’re normally all
confident and bold.” John asked the moment I had walked away, causing a small
smile to pass over Harry’s lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You know why John, normally I’m the one in control.” Sighing
deeply, Harry replied as John nodded; knowing only too well what he was
feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’ve never felt like this, I don’t know how to deal with
it.” He continued, for a few moments both were silent, before John spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Be honest, tell her the truth and just relax!” Before either
had the chance to continue I appeared back at Harry’s side. Running my hand
softly up his back slightly caused him to jump slightly; turning to face me
slightly there was a moment of silence between us. Nodding to Harry that he
should talk to me, John made his excuses and left us alone to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’m so glad you have been there for me Gabby, when I lost
Tina and the kids I couldn’t have got through it without you.” Pausing to
compose himself Harry moved a little closer to me and took my hand in his,
before taking a deep breath and continuing unsure where this would all end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You know, when my business went through it’s rough patch you
were there for me again. I really don’t know what I’d do without you Gabby.”
Wanting to say so much more, but unable to as the words got stuck in his throat
Harry silently held my hand as he looked anywhere but into my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I feel the same way about you Harry…” I started to say as I
felt him squeeze my hand lightly, knowing I too wanted to say more I took a
deep breath and tried to continue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“When I got attacked, it was you that I ran to and you that
saved me. And when my Nan passed away it was you who I cried on, your shoulder
I leaned on.” Pausing again I felt Harry place his hand upon my back as he
pulled me slightly into his warm embrace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I feel the same way about you Harry, I don’t think I could
have made it without you either.” I say as I deeply inhale his scent, feeling
how he reacted to my arm going around his waist. I can feel him react and pull
me closer as we both relax in each others company, kissing my forehead lightly
but lingering for as long as he could Harry spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It was nothing; I know you would always do the same for me
Gabby.” Feeling his genuine warmth and friendship, I felt like I could relax
more and let tonight just take its course.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As we travelled to the party and sat down to the meal the
conversation was flowing, as always we got on like a house on fire and found
ourselves becoming even closer friends than we already were.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Did you see Stuart having a go at their manager last match?”
Harry asked as the first course came up, nodding as I say thank you to our
waiter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yeah I did, we were standing close by wondering what he was
going to do next. Kay said she’d like to tan his behind and take his football
away!” Smiling and laughing we sit and eat while the conversation continues to
flow freely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“How did you get on with that meeting the other day Harry? I
remember you said it was bothering you about their uncertainty.” I ask as the
main course comes up and we thank the waiter again, smiling at the waiter Harry
waits a moment before replying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Things were ok eventually, I thought they were going to mess
me about but it was ok in the end. It’s such a relief though; we have been
after the contract for years.” Talking about anything and everything we both
felt incredible relaxed with each other, but there was still an underlying
feeling that we were avoiding the one thing we needed to talk about most.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">As the desserts came and went, neither of us had broached the
subject of why we had both turned up to the party. When Harry had asked me to
go with him my first thought was it would be as friends, but when he had the
chance to take a girl I assumed was his girlfriend and he didn’t I was kind of
shocked. It is true that when I first met Harry I fell instantly in love with
him, but in all honesty there were very few women that couldn’t fall for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Six foot two inches with a very athletic and toned build,
Harry had handsome boyish good looks that most women would fall for anyway. But
when you added his good looks and charm to his sensitive nature and sense of
humour, there were very few women who could resist. Harry’s personality would
be something else women loved, he was an honest loyal loving old fashioned
gentleman and it wouldn’t be long after he lost Tina and the kids that women
came calling so to speak. Sitting watching the others dance and get into the
swing of the party, I sat with Harry talking about our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What happened to Lucy? She seemed nice Harry; you could have
brought her here with you.” It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be here or that I
didn’t want to be with him, but my lack of confidence and self esteem would
never allow me to believe that he was here with me because he wanted or liked
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Would you rather that?” Harry replied, it wasn’t meant but
the coldness and shortness in his tone was easy to spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Don’t you want to be here with me?” He added with sadness
and almost disappointment, trying to search his eyes for what he was feeling
Harry kept them fixed firmly to the table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It’s not that Harry, I just thought you two were an item.
She’s nice, she likes you.” I said trying to smooth things over but knowing the
damage had already been done, sighing deeply I could tell something was on his
mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes she’s very nice and I know she likes me, we’re not an
item as she’s not who I want.” Was all Harry said, and that’s all it took for
my heart to miss a beat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean to…” Letting my voice trail
off I knew that anything I said now would not help; I’d already got it wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Smiling and looking at me, for a moment the silence fell
between while Harry tried to find the right words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It’s ok Gabby, I know what you meant. Lucy was a lovely young
lady, just not what I want.” He replied, taking my hand in his and trying to
make me feel at ease. I wanted to press further but the moment was lost when
John came back over, slumping down next to me I could tell he’d had a little
more to drink than he should.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Hey sexy, wanna dance?” Grinning at me I knew he’d had a lot
to drink, but even though I said no I still got dragged to the dance floor. As
we danced our way round the floor, laughing with each other and giggling like
children I could feel Harry’s eyes on me. All the time I danced his eyes were
on me, watching me studying me intently. Both I and John were aware of this and
as a slow song came on and we moved into a close embrace as we dance, he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> “You know Harry was
really glad you could make it, he wouldn’t have wanted to be here with anyone
else.” John said as he moved closer to my ear, inhaling the scent wafting up
the nape of my neck. As I hear him sighing slightly I can sense this
conversation could take a dangerous turn if I didn’t watch things, pulling back
slightly I smile and answer him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’m glad I could make it too, and that Harry invited me. I
was a little shy and nervous I admit, but Harry is great at making me relaxed.”
I say trying to smile and stop my overactive imagination working overtime,
knowing that both I and John couldn’t go down this road especially after the
last time. Although when I first met both Harry and John it was Harry I fell
for it was John that I dated, not that I didn’t like John too it was just that
I wanted Harry right from the start. While Harry was a good friend and happily
married it was John that I was getting closer to, and it was John that broke my
heart. Not that I would ever let him know that of course! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">John was known for having a ‘<i>roving eye</i>’ and when I had taken about as much as I could I would
confront John, we would fight and he would walk away from me. While it did hurt
me and I did feel betrayed I soon realised that I was being a little over
protective, especially since he had never strayed. Over the years we would talk
and make up, but never again would either I or John ever be able to get back to
a relationship with each other. As the song finished I thanked John and walked
back to the table, noting how Harry who had been watching me intently seemed to
smile more as I walked back to his side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Before I got the chance to sit down Harry was up off his feet
and holding his hand out to me, smiling as he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Would you care to dance with me now Gabby?” Nodding I take
his hand and follow as Harry leads me to the dance floor, pulling me into his
arms as the music starts to play. We dance close and talk, I note how well
Harry dances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I never knew you could dance so well Harry.” I say as we
twirl around and slowly gyrate to the seductive sounds of the amazing live
singer called Cat, feeling him pulling me closer as the lights dim even more
and the songs begin to slow more. Smiling into my hair as he pulls me close,
Harry replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I love dancing, just don’t get the chance to do it as much
as I would like to.” Holding me in his arms Harry knows he needs to be honest
and tell me what he really feels but actually finding the right words could be
easier said than done, sighing I can sense Harry has something on his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What’s wrong Harry?” I ask as I pull back slightly, noticing
the vacant look in his eyes. I began to worry that maybe something was wrong,
or that he didn’t want to be here with me anymore. The other thing that went
through my mind was the way John had gotten a little too close to me again, I
had always had a good relationship with both John and Harry but after I split
up with John things always had an ‘<i>atmosphere</i>’
between us all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Nothing’s wrong Gabby, I just…” Harry started, having no
real idea what he wanted to say. He knew he wanted to tell Gabby he loved her
but getting that into the right words could be easier said than done, looking
at her he knew in his heart he couldn’t let her walk away tonight without
telling her how he felt. Taking a deep breath Harry felt like it was now or
never, pulling me close slightly he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Take a walk outside with me Gabby? I want to talk, but can’t
with the music so loud.” Ok it may have been a little bit of a fib, but Harry
knew he could never say what he wanted here and now. Nodding I follow Harry
outside of the hall and over to the park across the road, walking in
comfortable silence both well aware of the heightened atmosphere surrounding
them. Walking through the park I notice the bright moonlight that is shining
down upon us, sighing at its beauty I slip my arm through his instinctively.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“It’s a beautiful night isn’t it Harry?” I say, trying to get
comfortable with the silence that is surrounding us both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes it is, very romantic don’t you think Gabby?” Harry
replied, trying to find the right words. Not really answering but taking in the
beauty of it all we walk over and sit on a nearby bench, sitting closely
together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Gabby?” Harry started to say; hoping he would be right and
that she would reject him and would feel the same way. Turning slightly to face
him I noticed how Harry couldn’t look me in the eyes, hoping I was wrong and
that he felt the same way I did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I meant what I said about not being able to do this without
you Gabby; you have been there so much for me.” Pausing to gather his thoughts,
Harry took a deep breath and prayed he was right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I’m glad you could make it tonight also, I was worried that
you wouldn’t want to be with me. It’s been a long time Gabby; I am a little out
of practise here!” Seeing his smile I can sense that he’s trying to stop his
nerves and make him feel more at ease, wanting to say something and put him at
ease I take his hand in my own and go to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Please Gabby let me finish, I need to say this. When I said
it wasn’t Lucy I wanted to be here with I meant it, it’s you.” Taking a deep
breath he goes to speak again but finds the words get stuck in his throat,
staring back out over the moonlit park trying to calm himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What are you telling me Harry?” I ask, hoping that he feels
the same way I do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Sighing and taking a deep breath while still trying to find
the right words Harry lets go of my hand and gets up from the bench, walking
over to the side of the lake. Watching the moonlight dance across the water
Harry got lost in the moment trying to find the words to say <b><i>I
love you</i></b> he never noticed I had walked over to his side and was now
stood slightly behind him, looking out over the same moonlit lake taking in its
silent beauty. I can hear his deep sighs as I realised he was trying to find
the correct words to say how he felt, and although I had hardly any confidence
or self esteem I felt that maybe; just maybe he felt the same way about me. <i>Should I risk it and say something</i>? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I thought to myself, it would be the first time I had ever
been bold and said how I felt. Even when I was seeing John, I never once told
him how I felt first because I never could. Taking a deep breath I spoke,
hoping to find the courage from somewhere deep inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Dance with me Harry?” Looking at me questioningly Harry turned
to face me, holding my arms out so he could take me in his own. Nodding Harry
pulled me into his arms and we started to sway gently to the music in our
minds, letting the mood and the romance of the evening wash over us. Feeling
the emotions of the evening washing over him, Harry took a deep breath and went
to say the words he’d been longing to say even since the two had first met.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Gabby, I’ve been longing to tell you how I feel. Every since
we first met I have wanted to tell you I like you a lot and want to be with
you.” Wanting to say those three words Harry sighed at only being able to say
that he liked her, loosening his arms and grip from around her waist he prayed
she wouldn’t back away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“I feel the same way about you Harry, it was you I wanted and
you I wished I could have been with. You must know by now that I have fallen
for you?” There I had said it, I had told the truth. Staying in his arms we
both stood still, facing each other our hearts beating as one. Silence
surrounding us, neither needing to speak our eyes conveyed all they needed to
say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Oh God Gabby, I feel the same way! I have been in love with
you since we first met.” Harry now felt able to say as he pulled me closer into
his warm embrace, cupping my face in his hands gently he lays a soft tender
assault of light kisses upon my lips. Slowly the kisses became more passionate
and longer until we softly kissed a true lovers kiss, feeling and hearing him
moan slightly against my lips made my own desire rise. Feeling his passions and
desire growing caused me to shiver, pulling away he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Are you cold my love? Here take my jacket.” Taking the
jacket from around his body Harry wrapt it around my cold body, feeling loved
as he gently kissed my forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Taking me by the hand Harry led me off back toward the hall
and hotel that would be our accommodation for the evening, smiling to the
doorman as we walked inside. Assuming we would be going for a quiet drink I was
almost disappointed when we headed to the elevator, then moments later I was
shocked as me headed straight for the top floor knowing that neither of our
rooms were here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Where are we going Harry?” I ask as he just smiles at me and
tells me to wait, chuckling to himself when I pull a face that says <b><i>I
can’t wait</i></b>. Walking out of the lift Harry takes me by the hand and we
head off in the direction of the penthouse suite, stopping at the door he takes
a silk blindfold from his pocket and questioningly moves towards me. Nodding I
turn slightly so Harry can blindfold me, after doing do he leads me forward as
I assume we are heading inside the penthouse suite.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Just a little further my darling, and then we can take the
blindfold off.” Harry’s words sooth me and make me feel strangely calm and
serene and as I came to a stand still I didn’t feel as scared as I thought I
would, even when Harry let go of me for a few moments I was still amazingly
calm and relaxed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Taking the blindfold from my eyes, Harry stood holding me in
his arms from behind as I adjusted to my surroundings. The room was decked out
with scented candles and soft music playing in the background, although the
room was very minimalist in it furnishings what it did have made it feel very
cosy. There was a balcony where the double doors had been opened and the
moonlight shone inside, a table sat with two chairs and my favourite wine sat
chilling in the cooler sat upon the table joined with two lead crystal cut
glass glasses. Feeling the romance of the night overwhelming my already
overloaded thoughts I shivered again, causing Harry to pull me closer and kiss
my neck gently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“You should see our bedroom my dear sweet Gabrielle” Harry
soft accent seemed to be smoother as his softly continued to caress my body and
kiss my neck, leaning into him I close my eyes and just get washed away with
the emotions of the evening. Taking me by the hand a leading me to the balcony
Harry pours us a glass of wine each and as we stand watching the moon shining
bright in the sky I can feel myself fall further in love with the man stood
there searching my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Here’s to a long and most passionate romance.” Harry says as
he raises his glass in a toast to our relationship, knowing it could never feel
wrong I join in the toast as I stare out over the beautiful view from our
balcony. Taking my hand in his after we had finished our drink, Harry leads me
off to our bedroom. Inside I find there’s more scented candles in here, a king
size four poster bed with silk sheets that are covered with red and pink rose
petals. Feeling Harry’s kiss upon my neck I again shiver at his touch, safe in
his arms I give myself to him as I had wanted to do so many times in the past,
finally feeling whole once again.</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<h2>
A Love Like This. </h2>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">My darling,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When I think back to how we began our friendship it is simply
impossible for me to think that it could be all over, that within moments I
could possible lose the love of my life and the best thing to have ever
happened to me. And I know that I cannot compare to New York, or how it makes
you feel safe, wanted and at home there. But after all we have been through and
after all we have shared I feel that I need to say these things to you, I meant
everything I said to you that night; when I told you how I felt about you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I have been in love with you for over ten years, I knew I
wanted to be with you the first moment I met you and when we became friends I
knew I would never stop loving or forget you. You are my friend, my companion
and my life; and you always will be. When I lost my wife and family; you were
there for me, giving me the support and friendship I needed so badly. When you
were caught in that conflict out in the Sudan I was totally lost; watching the
TV every day for some, any news that you were ok. When your heart broke so did
mine and I know the feeling was mutual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="MsoIntenseReference"><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">So this is my
promise to you;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
sad, I will do my best to cheer you up.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
mad, I will help you calm down.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
lonely, I will stop you being alone.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you cry,
I will lend you my shoulder, chest and arms. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I will dry
your tears and sooth your fears.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
happy, I will be there to share you joy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
relaxed, I will be there to “do nothing with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you
laugh, I will be there to laugh with you; to watch your eyes dance and the
sparkle in your eyes twinkle. You eyes would always captivate me, they say so
much.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
broken and cannot stand, I will be with you; holding you up.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you have
success, I will be there to share in it.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
strong, I will be strong with you.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you are
weak, I will be your support and your strength.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">When you need
me there, I will be there; always.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I will never
hurt you, I will never make you sad, and I will never make you cry or hurt you.</span></i><i><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">This my beautiful friend, is my whole hearted promise to you;
the love of my life. Thank you for all that you are and all that you have been
and will always be to me. I wish I could hold you forever and that life would
just end up right, but I know you need to find you. Remember this; my heart, my
love and my soul are always and have always been yours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I love you, forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<h2>
The Legacy of St. John.</h2>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Claire had only joined because she had to. The school Judo
club had wanted someone first aid trained, and she'd volunteered because, well,
volunteering for things - <i>showing willing </i>- was about all she did well.
From first aid training she'd been suckered into joining the organisation
proper. St. John Ambulance. <br />
<br />
And now she spent her weekends sitting around in a draughty tent on the
outskirts of Parkinson's Field, kept company by an assorted group of middle
aged, knitwear-loving bores, while the rest of her class enjoyed the amusements
of the fairground parked on the grass. It would be doing the group that she
spent these dull days with an enormous kindness to call them 'has-beens', which
would at least imply that they, at some indefinable point in time, actually <i>were</i>.
<br />
<br />
It seemed to her, drinking heavily stewed tea out of a chipped teddy-bear mug,
that the other first aiders sprang into being fully formed and greying. It was
even quite possible that they were created already wearing those home-knitted
jumpers with the dropped stitching and the lopsided snowmen. <br />
<br />
So it came as a surprise to her when one day Judy, the divisions leader
declared Holy War against the Mussulman. <br />
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<br />
Claire wasn't sure about this. She had turned up, bright and early on Saturday
morning, her fluorescent jacket on, and her first aid kit bag. And there,
standing in the Parish Hall were the other members of the Service, getting
changed. <br />
<br />
Off came the lumpy knitted jumpers and on went finely woven chain mail. Judy
had somehow managed to procure a set of full plate armour, and was standing in
a padded surcoat and greaves, staring warily at an over-sized codpiece. <br />
<br />
“What...?” was all Claire managed as she walked through the door.<br />
<br />
“Oh, hello dear,” said Mrs. Aintree, struggling into a leather jerkin. There
was a small, handbag-sized spiky mace hanging from her belt. Clare stared. <br />
<br />
“Well don't just stand there, come on in,” Mrs Aintree continued, finally
managing to get one arm into a sleeve. “Oh, you don't have armour? That's all
right, I'm sure Gordon said he had a few spare pieces somewhere, something
child-sized.”<br />
<br />
“Armour, why would I want arm--,” her brain registered the rest of the
sentence, “what do you mean 'child sized'?”<br />
<br />
“Well dear, you're lucky,” said Mrs Aintree kindly, “it's not like you're going
to have bind anything down to fit.” She stared pointedly at Claire's chest. <br />
<br />
“I...” she felt herself redden. <br />
<br />
“Oh, don't take it like that dear. You have lovely hair. Men like nice hair.”<br />
<br />
“What the hell is going on?” She shouted. <br />
<br />
There was a general clearing of throats and adjusting of hair in the room. <br />
<br />
Judy was the first to speak, “We're getting changed, Claire.” <br />
<br />
“Like, for what? Are we doing a re-enactment or something?”<br />
<br />
The other members of the service shared a look between them. <br />
<br />
“Something like that dear.” Judy fastidiously dropped the codpiece on the table
next to her, clanged her way over the Claire and put a motherly arm around the
girl's shoulders. <br />
<br />
“Perhaps you and I should have a talk.” <br />
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<br />
“So,” she paused for a moment, her mind racing, “so you're going to...?”<br />
<br />
“Retake the castle.” <br />
<br />
“Retake the castle. Right.”<br />
<br />
“Sideton Castle has never fallen to enemy hands. Not since it was first built
in 1103. It withstood the Anarchy, it didn't surrender to that frightful little
oik Cromwell, and it has never flown an enemy flag.”<br />
<br />
“But...” Claire prompted.<br />
<br />
“But now, the Mussulman has taken it.”<br />
<br />
“The Mussulman?”<br />
<br />
“The Mohammedans.”<br />
<br />
“Moha--” her brain raced. “The Muslims?”<br />
<br />
“Exactly, girl.”<br />
<br />
“You aren't talking about Mr. Sayeed, are you?”<br />
<br />
“Yes, I am,” Judy said sternly. She peered over the top of her half moon
glasses in disapproval. <br />
<br />
“But he just runs the gift shop! He works for English Heritage!”<br />
<br />
“Oh, you may say that, girl, but you can't trust them. They'll be nice as you
like, and next thing you know, he's a Saracen in disguise and he's chopped off
the head of the Grand Master of the Order.”<br />
<br />
“What Order?”<br />
<br />
“Ah...” said Judy, a smile twitching at her lips. <br />
<br />
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<br />
Ten minutes later and Claire was running full speed towards the castle. A few
arrows thudded half-heartedly into the cobbles beside her and shattered. She
rounded the corner of Market Street, and charged up the approach to the castle,
panting as she climbed the mote. She leapt the turnstiles without breaking
stride and felt a hand grab her shoulder.<br />
<br />
“Hey! You can't do that.”<br />
<br />
She grabbed the wrist, jigged sideways slightly and bent forward, carrying the
arm and whatever it was attached to over her hip and depositing it on the floor
in front. <br />
<br />
“Sorry, Les. Emergency.” <br />
<br />
She tore through the courtyard and entered the gift shop. Hassan Sayeed was
standing behind the counter, carefully talking an American tourist through the
different types of coats of arms displayed in the castle, and helpfully
pointing them out on an embroidered dishcloth, very reasonably priced, only
£5.99. <br />
<br />
As always, the shop smelled strangely herbal. If she hadn't have known better,
she'd have said it smelled like that time when Cindy stole an eighth of hash
off her brother and burnt it over a Bunsen burner in science class and they'd
all had to lie down. <br />
<br />
“Mr. Sayeed!” she panted.<br />
<br />
He waved a hand at her to be quiet, and went back to trying to explain blazonry
to the tourist. <br />
<br />
“And this is a <i>bend sinister</i>. People often think it means illegitimacy,
or” he leaned in closer, “that the holder was a bastard. This isn't actually
true...”<br />
<br />
“Mr. Sayeed!”<br />
<br />
Again the hand waving and the renewed concentration on the tea-cloth. She was
about to get rude, to push the American out of the way, when the tourist himself
decided that enough was enough and life was perfectly acceptable with an
embroidered dishcloth. Mr. Sayeed looked on forlornly as the man left. <br />
<br />
“Mr. Sayeed”<br />
<br />
“What is it,” he screwed up his eyes in concentration, “Claire? You're Claire,
right, you go to school with Asad, don't you?”<br />
<br />
“Yes,” she said, and steadied herself for what was coming next. Ridicule.
Disbelief. “Mr Sayeed, there's an army, an army that think they're the Knights
Hospitaller’s reborn coming to kill you.” She braced herself for laughter. None
came. <br />
<br />
Mr Sayeed stood staring. Not at her, she realised, but over her shoulder. She
turned round and saw the St. Johns Ambulance Service arrayed across the
courtyard of the Castle, swords drawn, and hammers at the ready. <br />
<br />
Mr Sayeed nodded absently, and came out around the counter, pausing
conscientiously to shut down the cash register. He waddled over to one wall
where a display case of medieval swords stood, carefully unlocked it and drew
out two long curved swords. He stepped through the doorway with them held at
his side. <br />
<br />
“There is no place for you in this castle, heathen,” came a call from the ranks
of armoured soldiers. <br />
<br />
“Leave this place.”<br />
<br />
“Not on your life. We withstood your lot during the Siege of Rhodes. Now it's
payback.”<br />
<br />
“So be it.”<br />
<br />
Mr Sayeed cycled the two swords, which, now she came to think of it looked a
lot like scimitars. They twinkled and spun through arcane and blurred arcs
around his body like liquid death they left after images in the air like ice
patterns on a window. <br />
<br />
Then the fight commenced. Claire stood aghast as Mr Sayeed and the
Hospitaller’s closed on one another, hacking and punching, slicing and dodging.
She covered her eyes and stood to one side. <br />
<br />
A minute or two later the clangs died away. <br />
<br />
“A truce. For the wounded.”<br />
<br />
She opened her eyes on to a scene of carnage. Several of the older Ambulance
Service were down, groaning on the floor. <br />
<br />
“You girl, see to the wounded!” Judy's imperious voice commanded. <br />
<br />
She ran to the nearest one, a dull old chap named Harry and stared in horror. <br />
<br />
“I can't deal with this, I know first aid. This man needs...he needs a miracle
worker.”<br />
<br />
“Do what you're trained for, girl.”<br />
<br />
“I know how to calm someone down who's hyperventilating. You put their head
between their knees and tell them to breathe deeply. I can't do that here. I
mean,” she said, her voice getting hysterical, “his head's here, yes, but his
legs are...” she gestured vaguely to the other side of the courtyard. “I mean,
if someone wants to fetch his legs for me, maybe I could...” she began to
babble. <br />
<br />
No one was paying attention to her. The Knights were regrouping, and Mr Sayeed
was squatting down, wheezing over his somewhat portly stomach. He was prodding
reluctantly at a gash in his arm. <br />
<br />
“Now, heathen, now we have you.” <br />
<br />
“No, Crusader. You don't.”<br />
<br />
Shouts came from behind, near to the main gate. A group were running up the
mote towards the castle. From this distance, Claire could just about make out
Mr. Abbas and Mr. Mahmood, who were the local solicitor and the greengrocer
respectively. They were armed. <br />
<br />
“Quick, bar the gates. Shut the portcullis. Something!”<br />
<br />
“Can't ma'am, there aren't any gates. They took them out after the fire in '76,
and the portcullis is just for show.”<br />
<br />
The other group had reached the courtyard by now, and sidled up next to a
wheezing Mr. Sayeed. <br />
<br />
“Leave,” Sayeed suggested. <br />
<br />
“Never. If this has to be the Siege of Rhodes again, then so be it.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, for the love of...” Claire shouted, and stopped, when she realised all
eyes were on her. No choice now. She ploughed on. “What the hell are you
fighting about? I know for a fact you, Mrs. Aintree aren't even Christian.
You're a Buddhist since you converted for your latest husband.” Mrs. Aintree
bridled. “You, Judy haven't been to church in six years, and haven't set foot
in the castle in ten. I know, my dad's the bloody vicar.”<br />
<br />
“Now, just wait a minute.”<br />
<br />
“You, Mr Sayeed, I know for a fact, were born in Sideton General Hospital. I
don't think they breed Saracens there. And you, Mr Abbas, were given the keys
to the city last year, and an ornamental cabbage, to show appreciation for your
pro bono work for the community. What the hell are you fighting over?”<br />
<br />
There was a mumbled response from her left, muffled slightly further by a steel
visor. <br />
<br />
“What?”<br />
<br />
“<sub>Mumble... mumble... Knights of St. John.</sub>”<br />
<br />
From her right came a similar mumble. <br />
<br />
“<sub>Mumble... mumble... <i>Hashshashin.</i></sub>” Mr Sayeed reluctantly took
a hand out of his pocket and proffered a pipe that had a sticky brown resin in
the bowl. <br />
<br />
“...give me strength,” she muttered. “Look, you're not Knights Hospitaller’s,
and you're not Hashshashin.” She paused, seeing mouths open all around the
courtyard, aching to disagree. “All right, even if you are, there are more
important things to worry about than each other. Look, twenty miles west of
here, Ashton Castle is staging a renaissance fair. They're recreating the
battle of siege of Sideton? You remember, the civil war, where we were on
opposite sides? They're doing that now.”<br />
<br />
There was an angry murmur from the assembled crowd. Crusaders or Saracens, no
one liked Ashtoners.<br />
<br />
“To Ashton Castle!” Someone shouted. There was a ragged cheer and a general
raising of weapons. <br />
<br />
“No,” said Claire. “I don't mean... No! I just mean that there are a lot of
battles in history, and you can't go recreating them, or continuing them down
the generations, because if you do...”<br />
<br />
“To Ashton!” Shouted Mr Arif, the hairdresser, waving a bread knife over his
head. <br />
<br />
“To Ashton! Those bastards will pay!”<br />
<br />
As the assembled group scurried out of the courtyard in search of a minibus,
Claire wondered if there wasn't something about the town that sent people a
little mad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So Good They Names it Twice.</h2>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Disclaimer:</span></u></b><b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
Songs are © to Nicky D Sarti unless stated otherwise. Songs not © to Nicky D
Sarti belong to the writers/artists/singers. Wrestlers are owned by Vince
McMahon and WWE™. The Rat Pack owned by Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr and Dean
Martin. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i> <o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Start spreading
the news, </span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I'm leaving
today <br />
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York <br />
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray <br />
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York…</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">Right from the strains
of the first few opening bars everyone knew the song, and everyone knew who
sung it… or rather who made it famous. It was hard not to know the man they
often called The Voice and it was hard not to succumb to the sound of his
dulcet tones and soft voice; especially when you were such a fan of music as I
am. Of course I knew who he was; he was Ol’ Blue Eyes, but of course he died in
mid 1998 and sad to say I never got the chance to see him perform… that was of
course until that fateful night when my life and indeed world was turned upside
down. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">I am by most people’s
standards a normal kid with a normal life and a very normal upbringing; I guess
that is why when what happened actually happened it made things even more
amazing. Firstly let me tell you a little about myself; my name’s Gabby and I
was born in England on the 22<sup>nd</sup> May 1977; when Ol’ Blue Eyes was
coming to the latter part of his legendry career. I had a normal, if a little
boring at times childhood and wonderful parents who loved me and would have
given me the world had I asked them to. Both mine and his lives were always
going to be so different, not only were we almost a generation apart but we
also lived in very different worlds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">On the one hand he
lived in the lap of luxury with everything he ever wanted right there on tap
for him 24/7, while I had parents who strived for everything they had; and
believe me when I say that was not much! He had such an amazing talent and
friends the likes of which read like a who’s who of famous folk, while I had
some good friends none of them were famous and I certainly had no talent. He
was used to having the company of many a fine woman, many of whom had looks one
could only dream about; while I had a rather plain look about me. Not that I
could not or did not scrub up well, it was more that I would never be able to
walk in the same shadow as a man such as Frank Sinatra… However much to my
surprise that day was one I would never forget for as long as I lived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">Although I can still
see everything that happened clearly that day, how it happened is a little
hazier to me. I can remember that I; along with my parents had taken a well-earned
holiday to the Big Apple, my parents second time and my first. I can remember
it being exactly like I imagined and nothing like I imagined all at the same
time, and I can clearly remember saying “Wow…” and “I’m in New York!” a heck of
a lot. It was two or three days into our holiday when we headed to Tiffany’s,
it was somewhere Mum had always dreamt about going and somewhere she
desperately wanted to buy something from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">I must admit that when
it came to jewellery and that sort of thing I never really saw the attraction,
but then I had never been to anywhere like Tiffany’s before! I can remember
being struck by not only the sheer beauty of the items for sale but also by the
sheer class and elegance of the actual building, I remember travelling to the top
floor and being blown away by the brilliance of the diamonds that were in ever
cabinet I came to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">And that’s when things
get a little hazy for me, I think it was a combinations of me not looking where
I was going; not having anything to eat since the previous night and the fact I
was rushing to try get round and view it all. But one minute I was fine and
standing up straight the next I was feeling faint and falling to the ground, I
can almost remember falling at the feet of one of the shop assistants there,
and I think I could hear them asking if I was alright. But as I blacked out the
one thing that stuck in my mind most was the song playing in the background,
New York New York by Frank Sinatra…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I want to wake
up in the city that never sleeps</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">To find I'm king
of the hill, top of the heap</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">These little
town blues</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Are melting away</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I'll make a
brand new start of it</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">In old New York</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">If I can make it
there</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I'll make it
anywhere</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">It's up to you,
New York, New York</span></i></b><i>.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">I must have been out
cold and for some time because when I came round I found myself in a dark place
and seemingly alone, but strangely enough there was still soft music playing in
the background; and if I wasn’t mistaken it was the last straining bars of New
York New York. As I tried to adjust to my surroundings I heard a soft sound
coming from what sounded like the other side of the room, it sounded much like
the sound of a man clearing his throat. As I tried to focus on the sound and my
surroundings I heard the man coughed once more only slightly louder this time,
in my head I knew I should feel fear but in my heart none of that came through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Are you ok my dear?”
I heard a voice say softly, in my mind I was trying to understand what was
happening so much so that I never recognised his voice first time. I had
already answered him saying that I felt ok just a little weak before his voice
came into my mind, <b><i>it sounds just like… </i></b>I thought to myself as I
listened hard in the silence for any clues. But then as he lit his cigarette
and I saw his face in the soft orange glow of the lighter the shock finally set
in, <b><i>it can’t be? He died ten years ago!</i></b> Without thinking I
blurted out what was on my mind, quickly realising that I would probably sound
like a nut job. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“You’re Frank Sinatra!
You’re meant to be dead…” He could tell by my silence that I wish I hadn’t said
what I had, and I could tell by his sly smile that he thought I was a nut. I
wanted and felt like I should explain, but before I had the chance into the
room walked Sammy Davis Jr and Dean Martin; leaving me even more confused by
what was happening to me. Before I had the chance to speak or even think about
speaking, Frank spoke chuckling slightly as he did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Hey guys, you’ll
never guess what this broad thinks…” My blushes being saved only by Dean
telling Frank that they had to go, with the worst confusion I had ever felt in
my whole life I tried to get my head around everything that was happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Where do you guys
have to go?” I asked, trying to and wanting to explain what I was feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I wanted to explain
to you that I’m not a nut job, I’m just a little… confused.” I continued, still
trying if I was honest to understand let alone explain or find the right words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“We are off to do our
show, why don’t you come with us?” Frank said, I’m not sure if it was out of
pity; interest or some kind of twisted pleasure that he invited me but I
accepted nevertheless and headed off with the “Rat Pack” to the stage area
where they were playing. Sitting in the front row watching them sing their
songs that were still legendry in 2008 being sung as if they were being sung
for the first time, I remember feeling it was all very surreal and that this
was going to take some explaining; especially when I had no real idea what was
happening! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I sat studying my
surroundings I noticed how unlike the New York I had just been in it was, and
then it happened I became acutely aware that I was not in New York anymore and
that indeed I was no longer in 2008!!! I can also remember feeling like I had
been hit by a ten-ton truck when it finally sunk in, so much so that I missed
pretty much of the whole show thinking about what in the heck was happening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Are you sure you’re
ok my dear?” I heard Frank ask once more, placing a hand gently upon my
shoulder as the three guys sat down at the table. Looking up from my seemingly
distant thoughts I looked around to see that we were the only ones left in the
room, as I tried to smile the words I had been searching for all night seemed
to get stuck in the back of my throat as I desperately tried to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Ok, I have to be
honest with you guys; I have no idea what in the blue hell is happening here…”
I began, taking a deep breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“All I know is that
about three hours ago I was stood in Tiffany’s looking at the diamonds in 2008 and
then less than 30 minutes later I find I am in the middle of God only knows
where, with a man that died in 1998…” Looking up to Frank I couldn’t tell what
he was thinking, and maybe that was a good thing but I knew I needed to not
only find out what was happening but also why it was happening! We had all been
sat in silence for a few moments before Sammy said what I guess they all were
thinking, causing my mind to continue to race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So, let me get this
straight… what year is this and where are you?” I could tell by the look on
both Frank and Dean’s faces that it was meant as some kind of joke, and if I
was honest I could totally understand where they were coming from. Sighing
deeply I had no idea what to say or even if they would believe me, so taking out
my mobile I look at the screen and show Sammy it slowly. Slowly he takes the
phone, with all three men looking in awe at this contraption now in Sammy’s
hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Look at the screen,
it will tell you the date…” I say as Sammy looks at the screen, as the shock
hits him he shows it to both Frank and Dean who also take a look and become
filled with the same shock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What year is this and
where am I? If it isn’t New York and 2008…” I say as I look from one to the
other, still trying to understand what has just happened to me. I could tell
that the guys were still in shock so I had to repeat myself a few times before
I got an answer, and to be honest it wasn’t really one I was expecting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc;">“You, well we are in
Las Vegas and the year is 1962…” Frank said, as he looked curiously at my
mobile phone. I could tell that he was fascinated by what had become almost
part of our way of life; it is true that along with computers, mobile phones
had become a way of life for most people in the 21<sup>st</sup> century. I
wanted to tell them all that had happened over the years since they had passed
away, but I also wanted to learn about why I was where I was and what was
happening. I could also tell that both Sammy and Dean were finding this really
hard to take in, not that I can’t say I blame them for wanting out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">But as they left me
sat alone in the room with Frank I knew they probably had a point, it isn’t
every day you come face to face with someone telling you that your friend had
died. But Frank seemed to be fascinated by it all; he seemed to have so many
questions for me and as we sat in silence both of our minds was obviously
filled with thoughts and questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So, this…” Frank
began as he pointed to my mobile phone, trying to obviously find the right
words for his questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Mobile phone…” I
replied, as I waited for his question. In my heart of heart’s I knew there
would be a million and one questions I would not only be asked but would also
ask, and many of which I would not be able to answer or get the answers I
wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s kinda like a
diary then?” Frank asked as he played with the buttons, pressing one causing
the phone to light up and make Frank drop it onto the table. I smiled slightly
at his blue eyes with a shock in them I have to admit I found kinda cute, as he
picked it up again I answered his questions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s a little more
than that, but it has a calendar on it as one of its functions…” As I continued
to explain and tell him what a mobile phone was I could tell he was almost
hooked on my every word, as we sat alone in the room we talked about so much
and would have stayed there if it wasn’t for my stomach telling me it was
hungry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Would you like to
grab a bite to eat?” Frank asked, as he motioned to the door. Nodding I follow
Frank to the door and we head to the front of the hotel and the world famous
Strip, all the while we talk constantly about how things have changed and the
new world that has seemingly fascinated Frank.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So what happens to
Sammy and Dean, do I go before them?” Frank asked silently, as we sat in this
small out of the way diner making small talk over the food as we talked. I
could tell it was a question that had been on his mind since I first blurted
out that he had passed away in 1998, I wanted to tell him the truth but I also
felt a pang of guilt too; I had the answers that could either make or back this
great man in my hands. I felt not only guilt but also a huge weight upon my
shoulders, it was such a strain and responsibility that I wasn’t sure I wanted;
let alone what to say to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“They both leave you
first; I can’t tell you how hard this is for me…” I begin, realising that he
too can’t be finding it easy. Pausing for a moment, I look up from my coffee
and can see by the look in his eyes that he needs answers I was trying to
avoid. Taking a deep breath I continue, hoping and praying that I was doing the
right thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Sammy died in 1990
due to complications from throat cancer…” I began softly, trying to find the
correct words to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Dean died of
respiratory failure in 1995 as a result of lung cancer…” I could see Frank’s
face; he looked as though he wanted to cry as the shock set in. I knew that if
he changed his lifestyle and the other’s changed theirs; then this would all
change so I tried to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I know it is hard and
a lot to take in, I have the same feelings…” I began, pausing to try find the
right words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I am still trying to
get my head around the fact that I have seemingly travelled back in time; I
just hope I can get back… My folks will kill me if I don’t make it; I’ve got
work next week!” Trying a little humour, I was thankful it worked as Frank
smiled and let out a slight laugh. Looking to me I became captivated for a
moment by the blueness of his eyes, feeling like we were the only people in the
world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So why do you think
you are here?” Frank asked, as I tried to focus on something other than those
blue eyes of his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I have no idea, I
guess it has to have something with me learning something… what else could it
be?” I replied as I thought about what had lead me from Tiffany’s one morning
to Las Vegas one evening, about 40 years previous. As we sat and continued to
talk I noticed how we were holding hands, I wasn’t sure if I had taken his hand
or the other way round; but either way we were holding hands. And even though
we had both obviously noticed this, neither of us felt as if we needed to let
go; neither I nor Frank felt the need to say anything either, we just continued
to hold each other’s hand and talk. Hours must have gone by because I can
remember beginning to feel rather sleepy, so we headed back to Frank’s hotel
room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Where are you
staying?” He asked me, as we arrived back to the Sands hotel. Shrugging my
shoulders I replied that I had no idea, and looking around said I guessed I
would try for one of the hotels. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Well, why not stay
here? You are more than welcome…” Frank said as he gestured to his hotel room,
nodding I agreed and followed him inside. It wasn’t so much that I was
desperately seeking for somewhere to stay, and I did trust him; but in some way
I still wanted the night to continue. As we settled inside I propped myself up
against the headboard as he lay next to me on the seemingly huge double bed, we
continued to talk about what the future was like. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What happens in the
future?” Frank said, as he passed over a glass of cola to me and took hold of
his own glass of scotch. Taking a sip from the glass, enjoying the cool liquid
as it coated my throat and the fact that by doing this it gave me time to
think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Well, bear in mind
that I was born 15 years after this concert I can’t really remember too much
about the era I was born, and what I do remember may not be of interest…” I
must admit that I was, at this moment in time stalling. Part of me didn’t want
to tell him what was to happen; mainly due to the fact I had no idea what would
happen if I did. And if I was honest I was struggling to find things to tell
Frank now, but I realised he would not want to give in that easily; so I faced
the situation and began to tell him about the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Both JFK and his
brother Robert will died way before their time…” I began, thinking it was
better to get the shocking stuff out the way first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“In the future both
England and the US will be overrun by foreign nationals seeking asylum,
personal computers will become very popular; as will these things…” I show him
the mobile phone that he had been toying with earlier, and ask I begin to show
him what it does and how it works I become aware that he is hanging on my every
word. Which I must admit did feel kinda good, but also very powerful; I mean if
I was evil I could make this great entertainer believe anything I wanted to! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So, changing the
subject here a little; what’s your story?” Frank asked, drawing me from my
thoughts. I smiled slightly and let out a muffled snigger, sighing deeply I
began to tell him about ‘my story.’ <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Not really that much
to tell if I am honest…” I began, realising how much I still hated talking
about myself. Draining the glass I had in my hands I set the empty glass down
and began to get myself comfortable next to Frank who was now laying, on his
side facing me and propped up on one arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I was born and raised
in a small town in England, my folks are still together and even though I am in
my early 30’s I still live with them…” I continued as I tried to find something
interesting to tell him, truth is that my life was pretty boring in some
respects. Nothing really ever happened to me, my life was always the same;
boring. Which I guess is why I had such a hard time figuring out why this had happened
to me, it wasn’t like all the action and good stuff happened to me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I continued to
struggle with things to tell Frank about myself I could feel a certain emotion
I had not felt before, as Frank smiled I began to realise I was beginning to
get feelings for him. It was not something I planned or ever imagined would or
could happen, but sure enough the more we talked the stronger these feelings
became. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So what exactly were
you doing before you passed out?” Frank said as he placed his empty glass down
on the sideboard, his blue eyes almost burning into my soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I was looking at the
diamonds!” I began, smiling a little at how he smiled. As I told him what
happened we both thought about why I had seemingly been transported back to
this time and place, I had no links to that era or indeed Frank and his
friends. There was no real reason for this to have happened; maybe it was just
one of those bizarre things that just happened <b><i>because</i></b>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So, it can’t have
anything to do with that; the reason you find yourself here I mean.” Frank
continued, shaking my head I was still trying to think why I was here when it
happened. Unexpectedly and for seemingly no real reason, Frank kissed me.
Softly and slowly upon the lips, it took me by surprise to say the least but
also took me through a wide range of emotions. Firstly of course there was
shock, and then came passion and desire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As we slowly parted
lips we felt a stirring that both of us felt had been missing for a long time,
for what seemed like an age we both stayed silent until we were interrupted by
the door being knocked. As Frank pulled himself together slightly, I too did
the same as he answered the door; it was Dean and Sammy hoping I had not left
and wanting to know more about the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So what happens in
your lifetime that we don’t see?” Sammy asks, as they both join us on the bed;
eager to learn more about my life and the future. If I was honest I still had
my doubts about telling them what would happen; but having said that if
something was going to happen surely it would have happened by now… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Well one major change
is the Internet and how pc’s have grown and become hugely popular…” I began,
wishing I had my laptop with me so I could show them what I meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“When I was born pc’s
were just starting out and were mainly for business and basic tasks like
mathematics on a speedy basis…” I went on, surprised by the fact they all
seemed to be hanging on my every word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“In 2008 they have
become so popular and truth be told most people would be lost without one now…
There is also the fact that pretty much everything is run with machines and
computers now!” As I sat and continued to tell them about life my mind seemed
to be filled with the thoughts of what just happened between myself and Frank,
and I knew his mind was on it just as much as mine was. I told them about how
popular technology had become and how people seemingly could not live without
it, I was trying to not only think but also keep clear of the big major events;
but knew it would never be able to last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As Sammy asked me what
big events would happen I knew I would have to face the situation and tell them
the truth, so I started with small stuff like Hurricane Katrina and some of the
natural disasters that had happened. I told them with pride how England had
finally won an Ashes cricket series and also a rugby world cup too, and some of
the important people that passed away; including Princess Diana and Pope John
Paul II. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">They of course knew I
was holding back, and that it was something big; my skirting around the issue
and failure to give them their answers was enough to confirm their suspicions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s can’t be that
bad can it?” Dean asked as I made myself another soft drink, with Frank stood
inches away I could feel the tension between us and was sure the others could
too. But even when Frank touched my hand and made me jump about ten feet in the
air neither Sammy or Dean noticed, all they wanted to know was what I was keep
back from them. Clearing my throat slightly and trying to get the shock, and
indeed passion out of my mind I finally answered them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“On 11<sup>th</sup>
September 2001 New York City; well all of America really suffers a terrorist
attack… the like of which will be spoken about forever…” I began, already I
knew that they were in shock; but knowing I could not stop now I continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“A terrorist group
called al-Qaeda hi-jacked four planes and tried to attack the heart of America,
firstly the White House was made a target but the passengers crashed it before
it reached the target…” I had to pause, to not only gather my thoughts but also
make sure they were keeping up with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Another headed for
the Pentagon and made a slight impact… however the biggest impact was made by
two airplanes heading to California, both planes crashed into the two Twin
Towers of the World Trade Centre…” Their shock was obvious, as I did my best to
explain I could tell their hearts felt the same as mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What happened?” Frank
said softly as he cleared his throat, sitting down close next to me; causing me
to feel a flutter in my heart that I had not felt in a long time. Taking a deep
breath I clear my throat and begin to explain what happened that fateful day,
acutely aware of Frank’s hand that was almost holding mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Well, all told there
were around three thousand poor souls that lost their lives that day. Not to
mention the thousands of lives that are still being taken because of the war
the American’s and British felt compelled to fight, like I said it is a day
that will never be forgotten.” As the silence fell I became aware that Frank
had now taken hold of my hand and was softly stroking the back of it. It began
the butterflies to stir inside of me again; I began to become almost
overwhelmed by not only my emotions but also my thoughts when Frank gently squeezed
my hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">I also became aware
that Dean, Sammy and Frank were talking; only thing was that my mind just could
not focus. My mind was filled with emotions and feelings I had not felt in a
long time, if truth be told many of these feelings were new to me. As my mind
wandered I managed to catch Frank telling Sammy and Dean what happened when I
came to find myself transported back to their time, noting how he still had not
released my hand from his gentle grip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s as if she needs
to find her purpose for being here I guess…” Sammy half said and half thought,
as Frank nodded looking to me. All I could do was smile and nod, to be honest
my heart was still in my mouth from that kiss and the fact Frank <b><i>still</i></b>
had hold of my hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Well, it seems only
fair that we look after the young lady; right Frank?” Dean said, smiling warmly
towards me. Smiling back I silently nod my thanks, while Frank tells me where
they were headed next. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“We are heading back
to New York for a small concert at Carnegie Hall, I am sure the guys would be
as honoured as I would be if you would join us?” Frank said, as he gently
caressed the back of my hand. Knowing that I could no longer deny my feelings
and longing, I gladly excepted as Frank continued to tell us what would happen.
Although if I am honest he lost me half way through, as once more his fingers
softly manipulated their way into my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;"> I had so many things going through my mind
that I almost felt like my head would explode if I went through anything else,
but of course I knew my luck and I know that this could very well only be the
beginning of a very hectic time for me. As the night drew on and dawn began to
break both Sammy and Dean had fallen asleep, leaving myself and Frank alone
once more. And once more in silence and both wondering what to say, we had both
been sat in silence for a while before Frank made the first move; pulling me
into his warm embrace and gently holding me there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Neither of us spoke or
even felt the need to speak, just feeling the emotions that were seemingly
flowing from us. As we continued to hold each other I remember feeling a wash
with tiredness all of a sudden, and as Frank softly caressed my back I closed
my eyes. Within moments I felt myself drift off into dreamless sleep, but
moments later I was being rudely woken by someone shaking me. To my surprise
and slight disappointment when I came to there was no Frank, Sammy or Dean;
only the sales assistant that I had fallen to the feet of when I first passed
out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I came to I
adjusted to the fact I was back in Tiffany’s and being tended to by some very
concerned looking sales assistants, as I tried to think and get my mind
straight I was handed a cup of coffee and a bag; inside which was my favourite
bagel. Sitting eating the smoked salmon bagel and drinking the hot cup of
coffee I tried my best to understand what had just happened to me; admittedly I
wasn’t doing too well with it. As I finished my “breakfast at Tiffany’s” and
had thanked the staff I headed out onto Fifth Avenue, with my mind still very
much with Frank and the others I never saw him heading in the other direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">The first either of us
knew about anything was as I went crashing into his solid chest, almost causing
him to fall. As I apologised I had yet to look up fully and never saw his face,
but he sure had seen mine; cutting me off before I had the chance to continue
he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Either you are in a
major rush or your mind is on other things?” His deep southern accent well
known to me, and as I looked up to him I saw that his face was too. His
piercing blue eyes reminded a lot of Frank’s, even down to the fact that at
that moment they seemed to be burning a whole into her soul. Realising I had
been struck dumb again, I smiled; cleared my throat and said the first thing that
came into my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Oh my God; you’re
HBK!” Rolling my eyes into the back of my head the moment I said it and feeling
the idiot I must have been didn’t stop him from smiling and trying to make me
feel better, checking over his shoulder with a deadpan look then grinning he
spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I know, just don’t
tell anyone ok?” Chuckling to himself, he held his hand out and spoke again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“My real name’s
Michael, it’s a pleasure?” As I took his hand I smiled and took a deep breath
before introducing myself, and apologising for stating the obvious. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Hello Michael, my
name’s Gabby; it’s a pleasure to meet you… I’m sorry about stating the obvious;
I have just had a really bizarre day already!” Tilting his head to one side
slightly, Michael gave his legendry cheeky smile and invited me to walk with
him. Smiling and accepting, as we walked I tried to explain the best I could
that it was a long story, in all honesty I wasn’t sure anyone would believe me
if I started to tell them what I had just experience; least of all Shawn
Michaels. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I like long stories,
kinda reminds me of my own life!” Michael said as we continued to walk, not
really anywhere in particular just walking. Smiling slightly I took a deep
breath and went to speak, but then Michael bumped into his best friend Paul;
better known as Triple H. Smiling politely and greeting Paul I stayed tight
lipped while the two friends talked, hoping I could find a way to not explain
why I’d had such a strange day. As the three of us headed into a bar we were
just about to pass I felt as though I had gotten away without talking about my
day when Michael brought it up again, hardly allowing me to sit down let alone
think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I dunno if you’d both
believe me if I told you?” I said as I sighed deeply, realising that I could no
longer avoid the subject.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Of course we would…”
Paul said, as his wife Stephanie came into the bar and introduced herself.
After greeting her, Paul filled her in and now I found myself sat in the
company of three people just dying to hear about my day. So taking a deep
breath I sigh and begin to tell the three of them just what I had been though,
realising that the worst that could happen is I’d be laughed at.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“… and then I found
myself back here and bumping into Michael. See I told you, crazy and you’ll
never believe me!” I finished saying, as the three sat there in silence. I
sighed once more, waiting for them to all burst out laughing and wishing I was
back in Frank’s warm; safe embrace. When Michael spoke, I was kinda shocked;
but pleased he had spoken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Wow, you <b><i>are</i>
</b>having a strange day!” I must admit I wasn’t prepared for them to
understand so much, so it kinda caught me off guard. As the three friends sat
silently for a little while in contemplation as I did my best to keep my mind
off the fact that my ears detected the smooth soulful sounds of a sad song sung
by Frank in the background.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where have you
gone without me</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I thought you
cared about me</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where's my heart</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where is the
dream we started</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I can't believe
we're parted…</span></i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I listened harder I
heard the words on the radio and felt a pang of pain deep inside of my chest,
unsure what these feelings I was having meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">When we said
good-bye love</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">What had we to
gain</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">When I gave you
my love</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Was it all in
vain</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">All life through </span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Must I go on
pretending</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where is my
happy ending…</span></i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Before I knew what was
happening I was more interested in the sentimental words flowing from the
radio, I never noticed Michael, Paul and Stephanie watching me intently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">When we said
good-bye love</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">What had we to
gain</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">When I gave you
my love</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Was it all in
vain</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">All life through</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Must I go on
pretending</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where is that
happy ending</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where are you…</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I became so deeply
engrossed in Frank’s song I never noticed I had begun to cry, and as the song
came to an end my tears just flood from my weary eyes. But the first I knew
about it was Michael asking if I was ok and offering me a tissue, trying to
bluff my way out of it I said yes and tried to make like I had something in my
eyes. Of course it never worked, I don’t think I ever really believed or
thought that it would. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s ok to cry Gabby,
man I would too if I was having your crazy day!” Steph said, as she passed me
another tissue. Taking the tissues and thanking her I nod, with my mind still
in two places I try my best to look like I am still with it. Somehow I managed
to get through a good hour in their company before I felt the need to be alone
and try to gather my thoughts, so smiling and thanking them for their company I
made my excuses and went to leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Hey Gabby…” Michael
called after me as he quickly caught up with me outside the bar; smiling to a
few fans, he stopped to speak to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I know it may be hard
to understand but sometimes we just have to go where our hearts take us…”
Michael began; smiling towards me warmly as he gently touched my arm in
support.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“God knows what he’s
doing, and just keep believing you will find the answers you are looking for.”
He continued, as we said our goodbyes. As I head off in the general direction
of Central Park, I had no real idea where I was going only that I needed some
time alone; with all that had happened today I needed to relax and find some
space.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Not even five minutes
ago she was laying there in his arms, five minutes ago he had felt contented
for the first time in a very long time. But now here he sat alone and feeling
very lonely, one of the world’s greatest talents; feeling almost suicidal. In
all honesty his heart was breaking and he felt so dejected, he longed to feel
her in his arms again; to see her smiling face and beautiful eyes again. He now
fully understood how she must have been feeling, as he sat trying to not only
understand why she had left but also get his head around his own feelings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Dean and Sammy had yet
to wake, and if he was honest Frank was not looking forward to all their
questions. Dressing and packing his things quickly Frank left a note telling
the guys he would meet them at Carnegie Hall and headed off for The Strip, and
to try find the answers he longed for. Frank had seemingly been walking for
miles when he came to this little road side diner, walking in the only one who
turned to face him was the girl behind the counter; <b><i>certainly a
refreshing change</i></b> thought Frank as he sat himself down at a table out
of the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What can I get you
honey?” The waitress asked, bring Frank from his thoughts. Without thinking
Frank replied, saying what was on his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“The woman of my
dreams to come back to me…” Realising quickly what he had said, Frank tried to
smooth the moment over and asked for some coffee and a breakfast. Without
giving the waitress a chance to answer let alone think, Frank put his head down
and continued to try and understand what he had just been through. Reaching
into his pocket for his cigarettes Frank pulled them out but also brought with
them Gabby’s pendant, she had been playing with it absentmindedly as they
talked and held each other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Frank smiled as he
remembered how he had be transfixed almost by it and how it caught the light,
for something that wasn’t diamonds and to him was so unique Frank couldn’t stop
touching it. He remembered how Gabby had taken it off and handed it to Frank,
telling him how she had obtained it and the story behind it. As he lightly
caressed the pendant he felt a sharp pang in his heart, wishing that he had
been allowed more time with her; more time to talk about life and their
feelings. As the waitress brought the coffee and food, Frank thanked her and
continued to think about the stories Gabby had told him last night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">Playing with the
pendant Gabby had just handed to him, Frank studied how it sparkled and shone.</span></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">“So what’s the
story behind it?” Frank said as he sat holding Gabby, who shifted slightly in
his arms before speaking.</span></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">“It’s said to hold
mystical powers for the owner…” Gabby began, inhaling the scent wafting up from
Frank’s chest.</span></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">“It is said that a
Knight from the Order of St. John of Jerusalem gave it to his sweetheart, but
as he journeyed to her he stopped to help some people who kinda ‘blessed’ the
pendant as a thank you.” Frank’s silence told Gabby he wanted to hear more, so
she continued.</span></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">“It is said that
this Knight belong to the Knights Hospitaller’s, and that the pendant was
specially made for him and his sweetheart.” Gabby began to absentmindedly
stroke Frank’s side gently, causing him to feel a passion that he had been
missing for a long time.</span></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><span style="color: #c00000;">“It is said that
the holder of this pendant will have, compassion, kindness, true love and
friendship, good fortune and good luck…” As the silence fell between them, both
of their minds were filled with thoughts of the Knight and his sweetheart.</span></b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">He couldn’t explain
it, but Frank suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to cry. Although he loved
Nancy, Frank knew that he could never stay completely faithful; especially when
he was on the road so much. If he had been thinking straight Frank would have
seen that Gabby was just like the other women he’d known, at least that was
what his brain was trying to tell him. His heart, however was telling him
different. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Somehow Frank just
seemed to know that Gabby was the kind of woman you only heard about in dreams
and fairytales, but then again maybe she <b><i>was</i></b> part of a dream;
after all she had gone as quickly as she had come and all out of the blue! <b><i>How
could it all have felt so real</i></b> Frank thought to himself, not really
sure of anything anymore. As Frank finished his breakfast and left he walked
back to the hotel, walking along The Strip his mind was still firmly on Gabby.
So much so that he never saw her walking towards him, both with their heads
firmly down and in their own little worlds. The first either knew about the
other was when the pair had collided into each other, both speechless as they
looked up to one another; both wishing the other was someone else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">I was not really too
sure, where I was headed, all I knew is that I was heading towards Central Park
and that I needed to get my head straight. Although with the life I had been
having of late, that could be easier said than done, and of course, I was all
too well aware of how <b><i>THAT</i></b> story ended up! As I wandered through
Central Park, my mind was jumping between Frank, the three wrestlers I had just
met and thinking of what Michael had said about following my heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">It actually made some
sense to me, only trouble was that my heart was telling me to go for it with
Frank; of course that would be a little hard with the fact that in my lifetime
he was dead and in his I was not even born yet! In addition, of course there
was the small matter of just why I had ended up in the 1960’s, and why I had
come back so quickly. Finding an out of the way shady area I sat down on the
cool grass and closed my eyes while taking a deep breath, I inhaled the
beautiful spring scent that surrounded me. As my mind wandered, I began to
think about my past and all I had been through, but not matter how hard I tried
my mind still kept going back to Frank and that night’s kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I’m so sorry my
dear…” Frank was finally able to say, once he had gotten over the
disappointment that she was not Gabby. Blushing slightly, she smiled and
silently sighed before replying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s fine, really. I
wasn’t looking where I was going, had my mind on other things.” Holding her
hand out timidly, she blushed shyly as she continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“My name’s Dana,
pleased to meet you…” Frank could tell she was shy and almost afraid of him,
for a few seconds he half wished that she had made the same impression that
Gabby had when they first met. His mind wasn’t focusing on her if he was honest
and although he could see she was clearly talking to him, Frank couldn’t hear a
word she was saying. His heart wasn’t really into it and he wasn’t in the mood
for company, trying to smile in the right places Frank’s mind was firmly back
with Gabby wishing she was still in his arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So what’s your
story?” Dana asked, bringing Frank from his daydream. Smiling slightly Frank
took a deep breath and thought about what he was about to say, exhaling loudly
as he did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s a long story… a
very long and complicated story.” Frank replied, hoping it would be enough to
deflect her questions. Smiling to herself, Dana knew that he wasn’t telling the
whole truth and decided to probe further.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“They are the best
kinda stories, why not sit down and tell me all about it?” He had to admit that
he was dying to get it all off his chest, but realised he may sound like a nut
job to most people. Taking another deep breath, he decided to test the water
first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Do you believe in
love at first sight?” He tentatively asked, trying to think of his next
questions and how he could tell her of that previous nights activity. All Dana
did was to nod silently, wondering where this conversation was headed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“And do you believe
that if two people can fall in love that love can also stand the test of time?”
If Frank was honest with himself his heart and mind were still else where, his
heart was breaking and he wished with all he had that he could be back in
Gabby's loving arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I do, but what are
you trying to tell me Frank?” It was the first time she had called him by his
first name, truth be told it was the first time in a long while that a stranger
had called him by his first name; most people were scared of him when they
first met him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Something happened to
me last night, something I don’t really understand; but it has left me feeling…
empty inside.” Frank said softly, still unsure if she would believe him. Even
though the pair had only just met something inside of Frank told him he could
tell Dana his fears, and that same something made Dana feel safe and
comfortable in Frank’s company. The pair sat down outside by the Sands hotel
where Frank had just come from earlier, taking a deep audible breath he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Last night a woman’s
fearful cry brought me to this young lady and when she fell into my arms I felt
like I had to help her…” Frank began, never taking his eyes from the floor in
front of him as he continued to tell his story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“She woke soon after I
had taken her up to my room, her first words were; ‘<b><i>oh my God you’re
Frank Sinatra</i></b>’ and then she told me I was meant to be dead…” Frank went
on trying to not sound like a total nut job, hoping he wasn’t failing. Dana
silence told him that she was either listening because she believed him, or
silent because she couldn’t believe him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“… and that’s when I
kissed her for the first time, I don’t know what came over me or why I felt the
urge to kiss her; I just did.” Frank had nearly come to the end of her story
and still Dana was silent, Frank wasn’t sure if he should continue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Anyway, we had hardly
drifted off to sleep when I woke up again; only this time it was to find that
she was no longer by my side. Ever since then I have been trying to get my head
around it all, told you it was a long story!” Frank finished and tried to let
out a little laugh, but truth was he was convinced that Dana thought he was
some kinda nut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Dana had been sitting
there, quietly listening to Frank talk with passion about this mysterious woman
he had so obviously fallen for almost for an hour and if she was honest with
herself she knew exactly how he was feeling. Hearing Frank sighing deeply
caused Dana to look over to him, here was one of the worlds most famous singers
sat looking totally lost and dejected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It’s ok Frank, I know
how you are feeling and I totally understand; and no I don’t think you are a
nut…” Dana began, smiling and letting out a small laugh before continuing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Sometimes love
doesn’t make sense, it’s a lot like life… Just smile because it happened, don’t
cry because it’s over.” Touching the back of his hand caused Frank to sharply
inhale, not because he felt any passion but because he remembered how Gabby had
done much the same that previous night. Nodding slightly, Frank didn’t totally
understand but had to agree it did make sense to him. The time had gone really
fast and pretty soon Frank was well aware that he needed to be back in New York
City and fairly soon, and after saying his goodbyes to Dana; was heading off
back to NYC. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Back in Central Park,
I was still sat in quiet contemplations, when I sensed the change in the air
temperature. As I shivered with the chill in the air, I sighed aloud wishing
that I could make sense of it all but realising in all honesty that I may never
find the truth. Getting to my feet, I began to take a slow walk back to the hotel
we were staying at. We were staying at the Holiday Inn on West 57<sup>th</sup>,
which was central to all the places I wanted to visit. One of which was
Carnegie Hall, but my mind had yet to register that fact. With my mind still
firmly with Frank and back in 1962 still I was walking back into the hotel room
before I knew it, with my folks asking where I had been all day. It was the
second time that day I had been backed up into a corner for answers that I was
struggling to give myself, so I did my best to bluff my way through the
questions and headed off to shower. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As the water rained
down upon my body I could feel the strain of my day washing away, but still the
thoughts came; and then my mind began to focus on something that I had
seemingly forgotten about until now. I had just come out of an abusive
relationship and I kept having these reoccurring dreams for a while afterwards,
they would start and end in the same way and I would always be left wondering
what had happened as well as if I would ever be free from them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">It would start with an
attack of some kind; after I had witnessed this, the attacker would turn his
attentions to me and begin to chase me. But before the attacker could catch up
with me, I would always wake up with a Frank Sinatra song running through my
mind and no real idea why, maybe the dreams were all part of what had happened
last night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I turned off the
shower and began to dry myself those dreams were still in the forefront of my
mind, so much so that I did not hear my folks speaking to me at first. I just
agreed and began to get ready, not realising that my dreams would soon be
settled. As I dressed time passed by quickly and pretty soon the time for us to
leave for our night out had arrived, sighing deeply I bemoaned at the fact that
I did not really want to go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Come on now Gabby…”
My father said, gesturing to Mum to wait up for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“You know we had
arranged this for your birthday, you always said you wanted to go Carnegie
Hall… and Aunt Dana will be there.” Dad always knew how to make me feel guilty,
so smiling I follow them to Carnegie Hall not really thinking but with my mind
elsewhere. The walk took us a little over 20 minutes, mainly because I was
dragging my feet; still thinking of other things. Finally we arrived at
Carnegie Hall and greeted my Aunt Dana before taking our seats, Dana was not my
Aunt by blood; more of a ‘virtual’ Aunt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Made into one of my
Godparents, Dana had always been there for me and had never forgotten about me.
No matter how bad I was feeling she always knew how to make it better, and
would always have the right answers for any questions I had. However, I knew
that this might be all too much for even her to believe; so quietly I sat
pretending to listen to all my parents and Aunt said. Out the corner of my eye,
I could have sworn I saw Michael and Paul so made my excuses and left to seek
them out. Wandering outside I had no idea what dangers I was heading into, in
fact if I had been thinking straight I would have never gone down that darken
alleyway beside the Hall; but I was not thinking straight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">I had already reached
half way and the alley was almost pitch black, still I never saw the dangers
until too late. It all happened so quickly; one moment I watched how this
figure dressed in black attacked this helpless woman, the next calling for him
to stop. If I had been thinking straight I would not have called out, had I
been thinking straight I would have run away the second after he had looked up;
but I was not thinking straight. He was already within feet of reaching me when
I had realised I needed to run away, turning to run I was almost out of the
alleyway when I felt him catch up with me. I never felt him grab hold of me,
but as I felt the sharp blow to the back of my skull and the intense pain that
followed; I knew he had caught up with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;"> I can remember I just had time to yell out
with fear and pray I would be ok before I fell unconscious, I don’t remember
much other than being dragged back deeper into the darken alleyway. With fear
in my heart I as I awoke I could just make out his figure becoming blurry as he
got ready to do goodness-knows-only-what to me, as I shut my eyes tightly I
braced myself for the inevitable end that I felt would be coming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As Frank walked into
the dressing room without Gabby by his side, he knew by the look Sammy and Dean
gave each other that the question would come soon. And he was right, after
nearly 30 seconds of him putting his bag down the questions had started.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So, where’s Gabby?”
Dean asked, as he looked around just to add affect to his question. Shaking his
head, Frank answered sadly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I don’t know Dean,
one minute she was there and the next she wasn’t.” Hoping that would be the end
of it but knowing otherwise Frank tried to get ready for the show but if he was
honest with himself, he knew he did not real want to go out on stage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What do you mean
she’s gone?” Sammy asked, as Frank sighed audibly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Did you fall out?”
Sammy added, looking to Dean who was always up on his feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Did you make a pass
at her?” Dean said, meaning it as a joke but realising something else had
happened when Frank shot him one of his legendry looks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Look guys, all I know
is that we were all talking and then after you had fallen asleep so did we and
when I woke; Gabby wasn’t there.” Frank said, almost pleading with his friends
to drop it. But when they would not Frank took drastic measures and walked out
of the dressing room, no real idea where he was going just that he had to go
somewhere. As Frank walked to God-only-knows-where he felt the same emptiness
he had felt all day, he had to admit he could not understand it; could not see
how he could have fallen so hard and so quickly for a stranger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;"> As he continued to walk all Frank thought
about was Gabby and how he wish he had more time with her, his mind was so
focused on her that he nearly didn’t hear her fearful cry. Stopping dead in his
tracks for a moment Frank silently listened for the sound that had caused him
to stop in the first place, as he heard it again he quickly searched for where
it had come from. Finding it and without thinking Frank rushed off to this
woman’s aid, without thinking he had no idea what he would find; only that he
needed to help.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As Frank called for
the figure to leave the woman alone he had yet to reach her side or even see
who she was, even when he was at her side it took him a few moments to realise
it was Gabby. The moment he realised a sick feeling entered his stomach, the
blood had drained from his face for a few moments before he gently picked her
up in his arms and carried her back to the dressing room. Unlike before when
Frank had entered the room, now Sammy and Dean rushed around like clucking
Mother hens trying to help. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<i><span style="color: #0000cc;">While I was
drifting in and out of unconsciousness I could just about see Frank and almost
hear him, but it was his soft touch that made me acutely aware that he was by
my side. As he gently lay me down on what I could only guess was a sofa I could
hear both Sammy and Dean rushing around trying to help Frank, who was clearly
having some trouble trying to stay calm. During a moment when I was almost
coming to I could feel Frank silently shed a small tear upon my cheek, it all
seemed to help me come from my catatonic state.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
(<span style="color: #c00000;">The above part is
written from my POV… and is in italic</span>)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Oh God Gabby, I
thought I had lost you for a moment there… Are you ok?” Frank said the relief
obvious in his eyes and face as I slowly began to open my eyes. I felt to weak
to speak or even move so I tried my best to smile, this alone took a lot of
energy. But was all worth it to see Franks relieved smile, while Dean and Sammy
left us to talk Frank continued to look after me. Neither of us spoke, neither
of us needed to; we both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What happened Gabby?”
Frank said sadly, looking away for a moment; trying to quell his tears. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I don’t know…” I
answered quietly and honestly, wanting to say so much more I could not find the
words. Without warning, Frank pulled me into his arms and held me there tightly
and although I was shocked, I never complained I just held him back; I needed
to be held at that moment in time. After a long time I began to stir and spoke,
causing Frank to loosen his arms from around my waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I think I know why I
was here with you the first time, but I can’t say it will make any sense!” I
was about to tell Frank all when Dean walked back into the room, inform us that
Frank was due on stage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Why don’t you come
sit at the front and watch?” Frank said, nodding I slowly got to my feet and
tried to follow; but being a little unsteady on my feet still, Frank helped me
to the front of the stage. Joining Sammy and Dean Frank smiled over to me as I
got comfy, smiling back, I sat and watched Frank, Sammy and Dean put on their
world famous show. It was Sammy that sang first, a slow number called; What
Kind of Fool Am I? I had heard his, along with Frank and Dean voices many times
before on the radio and TV; but never had it sounded quiet like the way I was
hearing it tonight. Pretty soon, the song had ended and Dean was being
introduced; walking onto the stage with his trademark glass of scotch in his
hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“And here he is Ladies
and Gentleman, straight from the bar; Dean Martin…” The crowd all cheered
loudly as he was introduced, smiling and taking the mic from Sammy he began to
sing the opening bars from a song made famous by Tony Bennet called; I Left My
Heart In San Francisco. With Dean singing it the only way he could, I could not
help buy laugh along with the audience as Dean sang the wrong words. But if the
truth was told it was Frank I wanted to hear sing, he always had what I classed
as the voice of an angel but now more so than ever I felt like his voice was
truly a Godsend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As Sammy stood on the
stage trying to make Dean laugh Frank came onto the stage, I could feel my
heart skip a beat; I felt like a lovesick teenager… I never knew anyone could
ever have this affect on me, let alone someone who was meant to have died 10
years previous! Dean had finished singing by the time my mind had stopped
thinking about Frank, as he took the mic and thanked Dean he smiled directly at
me; causing the butterflies to start again. Frank began to sing a song I had
not heard before, looking around and then to Frank’s two colleagues on stage I
realised nobody else had either. As he continued to look directly at me as he
sung, I realised that Frank was singing this song not at me; rather for me</span>.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Hey there pretty
angel where have you gone.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">You with your
good heart and soft tender touch.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">You with your
sad blue eyes.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where have you
gone?</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Here I am just
sittin’ here thinking.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Thinking about
your love and how I miss you so.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">How you showed
me true love and how to love again.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I miss you so;
miss your smile; your face; your heart.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Oh, my love come
back to me.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Oh, my dear
sweet angel know I miss you so;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know that my
heart is yours.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">For now and
always, my heart belongs to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">With me in my
world and you in yours;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know that I will
always love you;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">And that my
heart belongs to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">My heart and
soul will always be yours.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know this much
my dear sweet angel;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Whatever may
part us,</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Whatever may
come between us;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Wherever you may
go, I belong to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Hey pretty
angel, where have you gone?</span></i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As the song came to an
end I realised Frank had not taken his eyes from mine as he sang, it was as if
they were glued to mine. The rest of the night went quickly with the three
friends doing their normal routine and singing the songs that had made them
famous over the years, although I had enjoyed the show I must admit my heart
wanted it to be over; but of course that was just because I wanted to spend
more time with Frank. Soon I was heading back to the dressing room with Frank
and the boys, acutely aware that Frank was following the others and trying to
make the walk back last for as long as he could. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Or maybe he was trying
to make the whole night last, the last time we had spent time together we both
fell asleep and both of us missed the chance to say how we truly felt. As Sammy
and Dean headed off for the dressing room, Frank held back a little and soon we
both had come to a standstill. Gently he took my hand and enquired if I was
feeling any better, nodding slowly I showed him the bump that was now forming
and told him I would live.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I loved that song you
sang Frank…” I began, smiling up into his bright blue piercing eyes; I had
forgotten how much I had missed them when I had first met him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It was a new song
right?” I asked, as I lent up against the nearby wall. Frank nodded and
replied, as he moved slightly towards me; still holding my hand in his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Yeah, I have a
confession to make… I found the lyrics early this morning.” Frank replied as he
moved closer still, a soft smile and tenderness in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I just thought I
would sing it when I saw you smile at me out there tonight… it just felt right.”
Frank continued, softly he touched my cheek with the back of his finger;
causing tiny electrical chargers to run through the skin. My silence told him
that I was still in shock, so as Frank moved a little closer still he spoke
softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I hope you didn’t
mind me making it ‘<b><i>your song</i></b>’? It just seemed right.” Frank went
on to say, but I could hardly hear him for all the beating my heart was doing
in my chest and ears I had trouble hearing him speak. By now his lips were
almost brushing my cheek and I have to admit this alone was killing me inside,
I needed and wanted him to kiss me again; I could not explain it I just felt
it. Then as he pulled back slightly and as if he knew what I was thinking,
Frank gave a little smile and softly kissed my lips. In that moment time stood
still for me and I can clearly remember feeling things I had never felt before,
I was acutely aware of the rising emotions in both of us that moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;"> As our lips parted, I knew that no matter what
happened or when I returned to my own time, I knew I would never forget that
moment; or indeed that kiss. Neither of us needed to speak, we both just seemed
to know what the other was feeling, as we both smiled at each other we headed
back to the dressing room. Sat back in the dressing room Sammy and Dean were
all but ready so the three of us sat talking while Frank showered and changed,
there was no real subject we spoke about; just more chitchat I guess but the
conversations always seemed to flow. They of course asked about what happened
and why I seemed to disappear for a while, as I explained I tried to avoid
answering the questions I knew would obviously be on their minds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Truth be told I wanted
Frank to hear my thoughts first, I was still unsure why it had all happened now
and not when I started to have the dreams. The moment they asked me I quickly
changed the subject and spoke about the future and what it held for not just
them, but also humanity in general; I knew that this was the best way I had of
defecting their questions. Just as I felt their questions about to turn back to
why I felt I was there, Frank came back into the room and the four of us headed
back to the Waldorf Astoria where they were all staying that night. None of us
felt like retiring so we sat in the hotel bar talking for most of the night,
both Frank and myself were aware that time may not be on our side and made our
excuses to head off to the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Although I knew he
wanted to ask Frank stayed silent as soon as we got into his room, talking but
also giving me time and space. If I was being honest with myself though I was
also giving Frank time to find the words he needed to say whatever her felt he
needed to say, truth be told we both needed to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What is the song you
sang for me called Frank?” I asked as we relaxed upon the plush king size bed
that seemed to be the focus of a whole room that was lavishly laid out, the
interior was in keeping with the whole theme of the hotel; luxurious and
elegant. The room Frank was staying in was more like an apartment back home, it
was one of their Luxury Suites all decked out with deluxe luxurious
accommodation and overlooking Park Avenue. The whole room seemed like something
out of an old-fashioned film where the movie star is hugely rich and has a room
at the local hotel that looks like the penthouse suite, I have to admit had I
stayed much longer I would have felt like a movie star myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“It doesn’t have a
name yet…” Frank began, looking up at me with his blue eyes. Looking at him
questioningly, Frank continued to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“When I said it was a
song I came across, I meant that it was a new song… as I sat thinking about you
and how I felt I just began to write the feelings down, and this is what I came
up with.” He was silent for a while, not able to face me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What are you trying
to tell me Frank?” I asked, as my mind raced. In truth though I guess I knew
what he was saying, but my past had taught me never to take anything for
granted and to expect the unexpected. Without another word Frank moved towards
me slowly, taking my hand in his he spoke softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“That it’s your song…”
Pausing both of us knew he wanted to say more, after a few moments he
continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I can’t say that I
understand it all, but you know that I have a lot of feelings for you; don’t
you?” I could tell Frank was almost stalling and almost skirting around the
words he wanted to say, wanting to make things easier on him I wanted to tell
him I felt the same; as I went to explain there was a knock at the door. As
Frank answered I could tell by how he stood and answered that something was
wrong, it would not take me long to find out either. Thanking the person at the
door, Frank shut the door and headed back to the bed with a look on his face I
could not place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What’s wrong?” I
asked as he sat beside me, he was silent before answering. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Why do you think you
came to be here?” Frank asked, it was as if he asked this but meant something
else; so I answered him the best I could. Explaining about my past and how my
then boyfriend had turned to abuse and beat me after losing his job and hitting
the bottle, I told Frank of how I began to have these reoccurring dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“The dreams start when
I find myself in a dark place, I’m not sure where it is or what I am doing
there, only that the place seems to be completely pitch black…” I begin as
Frank comes and lays on the plush bed next to me, taking my hand softly in his
I continue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“As my mind beings to
focus I can sense things changing all the time, I could sense the chill in the
air which told me I could be outside; and although there was silence around me
to start with this began to change too.” Frank never once took his eyes from my
own, although sometimes I felt that I had to look away to gather my thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“After a few moments I
figured that I was in a very dark part of an alleyway, with no idea why I began
to search around trying to find some answers…” I continued, closing my eyes for
a moment I am taking right back to the dreams. Usually when I would have them I
would be afraid, but with Frank holding me my fears never surfaced. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Suddenly the silence
is broken by a woman’s fearful cry for help, seconds later I see the woman
being attacked by a guy dressed in black…” Frank can tell that I am finding it
hard and beings to gently caress my back, softly reassuring me all the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Without thinking I
call out for him to stop and as he stops and looks over to me I immediately
being to regret it, he slowly heads towards me causing my mind to panic…” I
continue, sighing deeply with each gentle caress Frank delivers to my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“By the time my mind
has woken up to the fact that I am in danger the masked man was already almost
within reach, as I turned to flee I ran as fast as I could to get to the main
street…” I pause for a moment, trying not to be overwhelmed by the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I could see the
safety of the street ahead of me and I was within a few hundred feet of getting
there when I felt a pair of hands grab me roughly, seconds later and before I
could cry out I felt a sharp blow to the back of my skull; followed moments
later by an intense pain…” I went on before I paused, my silence went on for a
while and I’m sure Frank was concerned. Clearing his throat slightly, Frank
spoke softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“What happened then?”
Smiling softly at Frank, I touched his cheek gently as I continued to explain
about my dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I don’t know Frank,
every time I get to that bit I would wake up with one of your songs; normally
My Way or New York New York playing on the radio. It’s always the same and each
time I had no idea why it happens…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Until now, right?”
Frank said, nodding I agree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“So who was that at
the door? Something tells me it was about my dreams?” I asked, as Frank nodded
in agreement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Apparently some woman
was attacked in the alleyway where I found you, the guy who attacked her was
disturbed and ran off… The police wanted to know if either myself; Dean or
Sammy had seen anything.” Frank said, pausing before looking up at me and
continuing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“You saved her life
Gabby.” He said softly, gently touching my cheek with the back of his hand.
Sitting there my mind was still on what Frank had said and that I had indeed
saved someone’s life, I became aware of why I was there. It had never occurred
to me that I could actually save someone’s life, my mind was still thinking
about it when I felt Frank softly touch my cheek. Smiling up at him there were
no words needed for that moment, just a sense that we both knew how we felt. As
we got comfortable next to each other on the huge plush king size bed Frank
took me gently into his arms, holding each other for ages and hardly moving our
positions. Tenderly he caressed my body, softly we kissed and slowly I could
feel myself falling deeper in love with him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“You know I am never
going to forget you, don’t you?” Frank finally said, after a long silence.
Nodding was all it took from me for him to understand, kissing my forehead
softly and taking a deep breath he continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I love you Gabby,
always will…” Closing his eyes, Frank settled down and gently pulled me close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I love you too Frank
and will never forget you either…” I replied, closing my eyes and settling down
also. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would fall asleep again, pausing for
a moment I continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Goodbye Frank… Thank
you.” Was all I could manage, seconds later my eyes began to shut completely I
heard Frank reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Goodnight my Darling
Gabby…” Both of us knew we would more than likely never see each other again,
but somehow neither of us felt sad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
(<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Back in 2008</span></i></b>)
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As I slowly come to my
mind began to focus I knew instantly that Frank was no longer by my side, which
made me well aware that I was back in 2008; what I didn’t know was where or how
I was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Gabby?” I almost
heard a faint voice say, I was trying to picture the voice when I heard it
again; only this time a little louder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Gabby… are you ok?”
Slowly I began to open my eyes and focus slightly more, I mumbled some sort of
an answer as I continue to try get my head awake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“I dunno… where am I?”
They could just about make out what I said, their relief on their faces was
obvious; if I could have seen them anyway!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Man, we thought we’d
lost you back there! Paul saw you leave and tried to call after you, so we
followed…” At last it clicked where I was, finally I knew where that voice was
from… Michael and Paul had thankfully been there when I needed them, and I was
more than grateful. Thanking them silently my eyes were now open and I was
trying to get up from the bed and asking what had happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“When we got to you,
you were near the top of the alleyway and some masked dude was standing over
you…” Michael began, as he tried to help me stand up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“We called out for him
to leave you alone, which he did; and then we brought you back here.” Paul
added, as he come to Michael’s aid as I begun to get unsteady on my feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Where’s my parents
and Aunt? Are they ok?” I ask, holding onto Michael and Paul before I slowly
sit down on the edge of the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Steph has gone to get
them, don’t worry they’ll be here any moment now.” Paul said, as he helped
Michael get me sat on the bed. Nodding my thanks, I sat on the bed and tried to
come too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Did you ever get that
thing sorted Gabby?” Michael asked me, looking slightly confused he explained a
little more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“That thing you told
us about, ending up in 1962 with Frank Sinatra?” Smiling slightly at the sound
of his name told both Michael and Paul all they needed to know, but before I
could answer Steph was entering the room with my parents and Aunt in tow; who
were more than a little thankful I was alright. Assuring them I was ok, they
spent a few moments fussing around me as I told them what had happened; of
course leaving out the part about travelling back to 1962 and falling in love
with Frank Sinatra! After we had all talked and had thanked Paul, Steph and
Michael we said our goodbyes and headed back to our hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">“Oh by the way
Michael, yes it was all sorted out in the end…” I said as I walked out of the
door and headed off, as I walked out into the cool night air of Manhattan it
was as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Looking to the sky
with its star filled canvas I somehow knew that things would be ok from now on,
something just seemed to be different. Back at the hotel my parents and Aunt
sat in the bar, unwinding from the day’s events. Being a little tired I headed
to the room, settling down I turned the TV on and found a music channel before
curling myself into the bed sheets and shutting my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Hey there pretty
angel where have you gone.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">You with your
good heart and soft tender touch.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">You with your
sad blue eyes.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Where have you
gone?</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Here I am just
sittin’ here thinking.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Thinking about
your love and how I miss you so.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">How you showed
me true love and how to love again.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">I miss you so;
miss your smile; your face; your heart.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">Within seconds of
hearing the first few words, I knew instantly that it was Frank singing what he
called “My Song.” Wide-awake now I listened intently with my mind firmly fixed
upon Frank and the day I had been having, I could still see him singing it to
me that night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Oh, my love come
back to me.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Oh, my dear
sweet angel know I miss you so;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know that my
heart is yours.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">For now and
always, my heart belongs to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">With me in my
world and you in yours;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know that I will
always love you;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">And that my
heart belongs to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">My heart and
soul will always be yours.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Know this much
my dear sweet angel;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Whatever may
part us,</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Whatever may
come between us;</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Wherever you may
go, I belong to you.</span></i></b><span style="color: #c00000;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<b><i><span style="color: #c00000;">Hey pretty
angel, where have you gone?</span></i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc;">As the song came to an
end, I lay back down; closing my eyes I smiled as I drifted off to sleep
thinking about Frank, falling into a deep well earned sleep</span>.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<br /></div>
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<h2>
CSI: Miami Fan Fiction.</h2>
<div class="MsoTitle">
<o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Disclaimer</span></u></b><b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">: All characters © to the CSI franchise,
story idea and the character of Alexandra is © to Nicky D Sarti, 2012. As with
all fanfiction; this story is meant for people’s enjoyment. </span></b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<h1>
<i><span style="color: red;">Letter to H:</span></i><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">My
Dearest H,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
never thought this moment would come, never thought I would be able to say the
words I longed to say. That day seems so long ago, but yet; it still feels so
raw… I am sure it does for you also. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">When
you came to my rescue that terrible day, you must have just felt like it was
your job; yet how quickly things changed. To have lost one member of your team
is bad enough, but two must have hurt you deeply; now I see why or rather how
you could understand so well how I was feeling… you were feeling it too weren’t
you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
never did get to thank you for saving my life twice that day; you really were
my hero on more than one occasion. I do not know if I would have given up had
you not been there, I know you always said I was far stronger than I knew; but
I still do not know what would have happened had you not been there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">As
the months went by all I could think of was you and those beautiful blue eyes,
I could not explain it; I tried to rationalise it… but you were all I kept
coming back to. Your kindness and warmth meant so much to me, and right at a
time when I needed it most.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
took me forever to call you, and even longer to get the confidence to ask you
out. I can still see the look on your usually emotionless face; it was like you
had never been asked out before. I must admit the silence was not what I
expected, nor was the coolness of your reply. But I do understand now, I know
why you would not let me jump right in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">It
must have taken so much for you to let me in, to tell me your past. I hope that
I conveyed all that I truly meant that night, I knew it would not be an easy
ride; but with your arms around me I knew I would never regret falling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">And I
don’t, nor will I ever regret falling. You make the days seem easier, and the
nights oh so longer when we are together. I know that I shall always have your
heart, and am sure that you know you shall always have mine too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
will always feel safe, and be protected when I am with you; my dear sweet
beautiful H.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">In
closing, thank you for the past 12 months; and here’s to the next years. I
cannot wait to spend them with you my darling husband to be, I know they will
be the best years of our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;">Always
Yours<br />
Alexandra xxx<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast">
<br /></div>
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<h2>
Announcing Love.</h2>
<div class="MsoTitle">
<o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<b><u><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst">
<b><u><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Disclaimer</span></u></b><b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">: All
wrestling characters © to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker> and
Vince McMahon, all other names and characters are © to themselves. Any likeness
to certain people or situations are purely coincidence, story idea © to Nicky D
Sarti 2008, other than the idea of The Undertaker becoming the Lord of Darkness
© to Lucinda from</span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <a href="http://www.phenomforever.com/">www.phenomforever.com</a> </span></b><b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As with most fictional stories, this is
purely for fun and is not meant to cause offence or harm to anyone; living or
dead. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy my story!</span></b><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Here is
your winner and still world heavy weight champion... The Undertaker!” As ‘The
Fink’ proclaimed Taker the winner Alex rushed back into the ring to celebrate
as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was helped out of the ring
and limped off back to the lockers, they were soon joined by their friends;
Jillian, Gabby and Steph all rush to the ring also wishing to celebrate and
thank Mark. The only one not in the ring was Michael, who sat leaning against
the security barriers quietly taking it all in. When they had first met he had
instantly fallen in love with her, he had not been widowed long and maybe this
was part of what had gone wrong. Whatever it was, something had gone wrong
between the pair. Maybe the fight was too great a risk, maybe his jealousy would
always get the better of him. Whatever it maybe, they needed to talk; he needed
to know. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Michael Cole
was always the guy the others loved to bully, softly spoken and a gentle way
about him made him an easy target for others rage and unlike Jim Ross, Michael
now had no one there to protect him or help him out. When Tazz went back to ECW
Michael became totally lost his buddy, partner and more importantly friend had
gone; leaving his place to God only knows who. The only thing Michael was sure
of is that things would never be the same again, and from here on in he was
firmly on his own. And sure enough over the next five years Michael became
something of the rosters whipping boy, with many a superstar taking their rage
and frustrations out on Michael. And unlike before his new partner wasn't
exactly much help, John Bradshaw Layfield; aka <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was as stuck up as his character was in the ring and would make no secret of
the fact he hated everyone especially his supposed partner Michael Cole, but
Michael being Michael he did his best and got on with the job. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Standing
outside the huge Titan Towers made her even more nervous than she had been in
her entire life, it had been a long time coming and now as she stood there
Alexandra finally felt like she'd made it; or at the very least taken the first
step towards making it. It had been a long hard road for Angel De Vil as she
was known in the ring, she had spent the past ten years training and working
the independent circuits, of course this was all part and parcel of being a
professional wrestler and she was glad that she had gone through it all. But
let us be honest it was not as if she had had much choice in the matter! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With a
family of wrestling fans and friends that would forever talk about the
wrestling, it was always written in the stars as to what Alex would do after
college. And being very athletic anyway, Alex chose a college that had a
reputation for producing many a wrestling star. After a huge amount of hard
work, bumps and bruises and even near broken bones later Alex now stood outside
the Huge Titan Towers of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>
and was now on the brink of making a major breakthrough in her career.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As she head
into the lobby her mind was more on finding some courage rather than where she
was going because seconds later she was walking into the arms and chest of
someone coming the other way, sending a mass of paperwork and the contents of
her bag sprawling all over the cool marble floors. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Oh my
God, I'm so sorry." He began before he looked up from a sprawling mess of
papers, as their eyes met Michael knew he had fallen for her. Helping her
gather her things Michael was silent for a long time, her blushes alerting him
to his silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Forgive
me, my name's Michael pleased to meet you." Michael said as he held out
his hand for her to take, taking his hand she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Nice
to meet you Michael, I'm Alex." As soon as their hands touched Alex knew
she had fallen in love with him, that and the fact neither seemed to want to
let go of the other. For a few moments they stood in silence, neither wanting
to be the first to break the spell they had seemingly fallen under. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Ahh, there you are!" A booming voice said, it
seemed to come out of nowhere but seconds later Vince McMahon was striding over
to her and almost knocking Michael flying. Looking almost dejected Michael
stood for a few moments as Vince spoke to Alex, with Vince standing in between
Michael and Alex all the time. After a few minutes both Michael and Alex
realise neither would be able to chat anymore, so reluctantly Michael silently
mouth goodbye and left Alex leaving just a sad as he.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">From that moment on neither Michael nor Alex could stop
thinking about the other, for each that day would hold both of their hearts for
a very long time to come. Even though for the first five years of her time at
World Wrestling Entertainment neither would see much of each other, both would
never be far from the other's thoughts. As Michael called matches and dodge
various problems he always seemed to get, Alex continued to train and cultivate
her character. Michael watched Alex's career sore from having dark matches to
becoming manager of RAW's Kendrick and London, meanwhile Alex watched Michael
get beat up and bullied by even his own broadcast colleague; <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">And then, three years into Alex's reign as manager
Kendrick and London decided to part company leaving Alex without a team to
manage or seemingly a position at RAW. With no other teams wanting a manager
and Vince unsure if she could cut it as a singles competitor, she was drafted
over to Smackdown; provisionally as an escort for Batista. Alex's hopes were
high as she turned up for taping that night, not just for the chances and
opportunities she may get; but also for the chance that she could see Michael
again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As soon as Michael heard about her drafting, he could
feel the excitement deep within him; that the thought that he may finally be
able to get to know the woman of his dreams seemed to fill his day and night.
Although the two seemed to see each other over the following six months, they
had not really had the chance to speak properly with each other. With Alex
trying to make it work with Batista, and with Michael still reeling over his
divorce and then the death of his ex wife and their child the pair never really
seemed to be able to catch a moment to themselves. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Although Batista was a nice guy both on and off camera,
Alex was not sure if their personalities would work together. It was during one
match with Edge; for the World Heavyweight Championship when things came to
head. Batista had been sent crashing through the ropes and Alex went to his
aid, with both back to their feet now Edge tried to deliver his finishing move.
Batista sensing this moved out of the way quickly leaving Alex to take the full
brunt of this devastating move, as both men clambered back into the ring
neither seemed to give Alex another thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Michael's heart in his mouth he desperately wanted
to help her, but before he had the chance the lights went out and those
infamous bells sounded. With the lights now back on Undertaker stood in the
middle of the ring with both Edge and Batista in his hands, giving them both
huge chokeslams before leaving the ring. He was about to walk away when he
spotted Alex rolling in agony on floor, as the silence descended the arena
Undertaker walked over to Alex's side and after picking her up in his arms
carried her to the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">This not only left Michael more than a little grateful,
it also threw question on to Alex's future with Batista. In the back Undertaker
had laid Alex in her dressing room, all the while there was silence between
them. Alex was unsure if this was through fear or gratefulness, whatever it was
there seemed to be an unspoken bond between the two. One thing was certain in
Alex's mind there was no way she could continue as escort to Batista, the next
day Alex told Vince that she wanted to work with somebody else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"... So I was wondering if you would be able to help
me with my training?" Alex said as she nervously shifted from one foot to
the other, now as she stood in front of the Undertaker all the confidence she
had previously had all but deserted her. As she stood dwarfed by the sheer size
of a man all the other divas warned her of, telling her that she would be a
fool to approach him; she was aware that they could be right. Silently Taker
stood listening to Alex nervously babble on as Michael rounded the corner and
instantly spotted them both talking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As soon as Michael had seen Alex his eyes lit up, but
just as quickly that smile faded as he watched Taker stood there towering over
Alex. Spotting Michael's reaction instantly, Undertaker knew what he was
feeling, and without another word nodded silently to her and silently walked
off. As Alex tried to understand what had just happened, Michael came bounding
over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey Alex… I'm not sure if you remember me?” Michael
began as he got closer to her; unsure of what she would say; knowing he needed
to say something to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> “Of course I
remember you! It's great to see you again.” Alex replied with a huge smile on
her face that could have been obvious to anyone that she had feelings for
Michael. The two stood talking for ages as time seems to stand still for each
other but that was until <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>;
Michael's broadcast colleague came along. As was his way, he not only began to
bully but also put Michael down; making both Alex and Michael feel
uncomfortable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Now try the Dragon Sleeper hold; just like I showed
you…” Taker said as he watched Alex apply the triangle chokehold on her
sparring partner; as she began to apply the hold undertaker stopped her for a
moment, checking the hold and grip. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is this too tight or too loose?” Alex said, looking to
Taker for direction. All she got in return was Taker's trademark silence in
return; all he ever needed to do was nod silently for her to know she was doing
well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Standing back and watching Alex, Taker could tell she had
potential; he had already made his mind up as she finished her training
session. As the two headed for their dressing rooms silence surrounded them
both, Alex seemingly knew Taker was thinking. They had been training together
for a little over three months now and although it had taken her some time to
understand, Alex knew that Taker's silence was a good thing… if he was silent
he was happy, she would soon be told if he was not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You did good in the ring today honey…” Taker began, as
the two reached their dressing rooms. Smiling and saying thanks was all Alex
could really managed; it was not often Taker gave his verbal approval. She
wanted to speak but could not find the words, and then she spotted Michael in
the distance. The smile on her face was obvious, she loved seeing him; even if
she could not speak to him all the time. Being the sharp and observant man that
he was, Undertaker knew what was happening before anyone else; he could tell
instantly that both Michael and Alex had fallen for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So, how would you feel about working with me?” Taker
asked, bringing Alex from her daydream. Her shock told him that he should go
on, continuing Taker spoke honestly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It would be good to work with someone other than Glenn
or Paul, and you have a lot of potential…” Finally Alex found her voice and
managed to reply, smiling genuinely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you, it would mean the world to me to work with
you Mark.” As the two showered and changed both were excited for their new
roles, both believing that this would be Alex's chance to make and find her
mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sitting in Alex's locker room, they talked about how the
pair would play it and their characters. The idea was for Alex to be something
of a slave to Mark’s Undertaker character; she would follow him to the ring and
act as though Taker was her Lord and Master. The pair talked for ages before
either felt like leaving the arena, as the pair finally left and headed for the
hotel Alex bumped straight into the solid chest of Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the two talked, studying how both Alex and Michael reacted and acted around
each other. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I'm sorry about John's actions last time we talked; I
guess it's just his way…” Michael began to explain, as Taker looked on;
listening intently to all that was said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I hate the way he; and others treat you Michael…” Alex
began, as she touched his arm softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He's a nasty piece of work; Tazz was so much nicer!”
Smiling slightly Michael agreed with Alex, but his way was always to just let
them all walk all over him. Alex loved the nice kind sweet guy Michael was; but
hated the way he was treated, how he <b><i>let</i></b> others treat him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Michael was always the nice softly spoke guy who others
just loved to bully around, it was part of the reason Alex liked him so much;
but she also secretly wished that he would fight back and stick up for himself
more. After chatting for a little while Alex and Michael said their goodbyes
and went their separate ways, both unaware that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was watching in the wings; plotting another way to make Michael's life a living
nightmare. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark was all too well aware of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>'s
nature and watched on as best he could, seeing how everything would pan out.
Mark was never one for rushing in before he had seen how things were going
first, it may have been just part of his character but he had always been quick
to think but slow to act. He was happier to walk on the cautious side rather
than act out of irrational fear or emotion, and Mark would only act when he was
100% sure it would work in his favour; or indeed it was needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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mind was elsewhere, he was of course thinking about Alex and their chance
meeting either in the week. As he wandered off to get ready his mind was on
everything but his work, it was Tazz that noticed and as Michael seemingly
passed Tazz without speaking; Tazz decided to say something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So who is she then girl pants?” Tazz said as he
playfully slapped Michael on the back, although on screen he and Tazz just
about got on; it was a different matter off screen. Of all the people and
superstars Michael knew, it was Tazz he was closest to; and one of the few people
that he never minded being teased by, he was also one of the few people Michael
could be totally honest with. Tazz was about to add 'just kidding' but seeing
how Michael blushed and mumbled <i>'no one</i>'
before changing the subject quickly, he decided not to comment. Instead the two
friends spoke for a little while before both parting company, Tazz to go shower
and change while Michael headed to ringside with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>.
God how he hated that damn man, all Michael wanted was to do his job and call
the matches; not go through this hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before the cameras had even begun to roll <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had started with his snide comments and
remarks, rolling his eyes and looking to the heavens for an answer; Michael
prayed for peace. As they stood getting ready for their queue to go on, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> started to bring Alex's name into it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the hell would that fine ass woman see in you
anyway boy? She's just too damn good for you…” He began, as Michael sighed
deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mind you she's been from London and Kendrick; to Batista
and now Taker, she's gotta be easy!” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
added, going one too far but not knowing when to shut up. By this time Michael
was ready to kill <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, it was his
next words that sealed his fate for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Maybe even I'll be able to have her, I could show her
what a real man is like!” It was too much for Michael too take as he snapped,
almost sending <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> through the
curtains as he just launched himself at John. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Get this son of a bitch off of me…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> screamed as Michael just kept hitting and
punching him, while all Michael could do was hit out quietly before Tazz came
rushing to his aid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Michael looked like he knew what he was doing the honest truth was that he had
no idea what he had just done, just that he had seemingly lost control. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What in the hell was all that about Mike? Dang, you sure
you weren't a wrestler in another life?” Tazz said, as he tried to lighten the
mood. Both sat in silence for a long time as Michael tried to find the right words,
he knew he could trust Tazz; it was just that he was not sure himself yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the butterflies deep down inside her. She had only had stage fright once before
and that was when she had her first match, but now she was filled with all
kinds of doubt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you ready Alex?” Mark said as he smiles quickly and
held his hand out; nodding Alex took his hand and headed to the entrance
curtain. Before they could say anymore they watched <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
storm off the other way, giving Alex a dirty look and bemoaning his fortunes to
the officials.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex and Mark were just about to exchange confused looks
and move on when Alex heard <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
mention Michael's name, leaving her straining to find out more. Mark knew she
was in love with Michael at that moment, making sure she was okay he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You sure you're okay honey? If you get stuck just touch
my arm and I'll give you a queue.” Nodding Alex knew she needed to focus but
her mind kept returning to Michael, moments before they headed out to the arena
Alex took a deep breath and closed her eyes praying that she could hold it
together for tonight's match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So let me get this straight…” Tazz began as he tried to
understand what Michael had just told him, it was also done to try lighten the
atmosphere they both clearly felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are in love with a woman you have only really just
met, and you haven't told her yet I'm guessing?” Smiling Tazz just sat there,
trying to find the right words of advice for his friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I adore her Pete; I just wish I could find the right
words to tell her that's how I feel…” Michael said, trying to explain wishing
he did not feel like such a fool.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He felt foolish for feeling this way about an almost
complete stranger and for not being able to say something to her, it was not as
if he had not had the chance to say something; just he did not have the guts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what are you gonna do about it Mike?” Tazz said as he
brought Michael from his daydream, shrugging his shoulders Michael replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don't know Pete… I just don't know.” He wanted to say
more, but became distracted by The Undertaker's music fired up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It's not that hard Mike…” Tazz began, noting how his
mind seemed to be firmly elsewhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Just tell her the truth, tell her how you feel.” Heading
off to the parking lot and his hotel, Tazz shook his head and smiled; trying
not to find it amusing that Michael had a crush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Alex and Taker involved in a dark match to get some
experience, Michael was not due to head out to ringside until after the match;
but knew he could never stay away, so headed out there anyway. Taker and Alex
were scheduled to get the pin; with Alex helping Taker after Victoria got
involved and tried to help Kenny win the match. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was going to be a simple move in which as Kenny was
getting beaten up and Mark was about to get the pin, Victoria would get up on
the ring apron and try to distract the ref. Alex would stop her by getting up
on the ring apron also and knocking Victoria to the ground before Kenny would
try to knock her off too, before he would have the chance though Mark would hit
him from behind with the dragon sleeper hold and get the win. But no one
planned on <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> getting involved,
least of all Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">All was going to plan and Mark had Kenny beat, while
Victoria climbed onto the ring apron and Alex followed. But before she had the
chance to tackle Victoria she felt someone grab her from behind and pull her
from the ring apron, Michael was half way to the ring before <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> run off like the coward he was. With Mark by his
friends side and Michael stood there watching, Taker lost the match via count
out. Alex was not sure what hurt most, the fall or causing her friend to lose.
But as he picked her up in his arms and carried to the back Gabby knew she
never need worry, as Michael looked on Mark looked to him and gestured that he
should follow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Alex are you okay?" Michael asked as he tried
hard to not only take her in to his arms but also not to blurt out that he
loved her, nodding Alex spoke wishing he would hold her in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"I'm okay I think Michael... “ Then turning to Mark,
she continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"I'm so sorry Mark, I'm sorry I let you down."
Putting his hand on her shoulder, Mark smiled and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"Its fine honey, I just wanna make sure you're
okay." Nodding, Alex assured them both that she was fine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Slowly getting herself up and thanking both Michael and
Mark, Alex headed off to the showers; leaving Mark and Michael alone with their
thoughts. Both sat in silence for a long time, Mark's mind always constantly
taking information in. While Michael sat wondering why he never had the guts to
tell Alex how he truly felt, <b><i>why did I not say something? Why could I not
just tell her how I felt?</i></b> Michael thought to himself. It was only his
cell ringing that brought him from his daydream, looking at the display he
could see it was Tazz calling him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Outside Michael answered the call, trying to hide his
feelings as best he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"So what happened then Mike?" Tazz said,
already knowing the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">"It all kicked off, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
manhandled Alex... Taker lost." Was all Michael could say, as he tried to
focus his thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So why didn’t you tell her how you felt?” Tazz knew that
Michael was afraid to tell her, he just could not understand why; especially
when it was clearly obvious to all that Alex felt the same way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Alex now showered and sitting in her locker room
Mark had still not spoken other than earlier to ask if she was okay, after a
long period of silence Mark took a deep breath and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So when are you going to tell Michael you’re in love
with him?” Alex stopped in her tracks, she could hardly focus with the sound of
her heartbeat pounding in her ears. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For a split second she wanted to deny her feelings but
knew that if Mark had been able to tell so easily, then others would too. Alex
knew that she could no longer ignore her feelings or deny the truth, she had to
be honest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is it really that obvious?” Alex asked as she sat down
next to Mark, looking to him who silently nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What if he doesn’t feel the same way Mark? I really like
him…” Alex said, as she sighed deeply finally allowing herself to admit what
Mark already seemingly knew. Smiling, Mark put his arm around her and replied;
leaving her with little doubt in her mind that she should talk to Michael.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Trust me honey, tell him how you feel… you won’t regret
it.” Smiling back at Mark, Alex knew she could trust what he said and made a
decision to talk to Michael the first chance she got. The next chance she would
have to speak to Michael would be the following week, when Mark and Alex had
their rematch with Victoria and Kenny. Again the plan was that Victoria would
get involved and Gabby would stop her doing so, allowing Mark to get the win. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">However, due to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
getting involved, both he and Michael would be banned from ringside; again
making this a dark match. This slightly annoyed Alex, who wanted to speak to
him straight after her match. As Mark and Alex got ready for their match Tazz
stopped by and after asking after Alex, began to talk with Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Leaving the two to talk, Alex made her way to the canteen
area and grabbed herself a coffee; soon being joined by Maria and Michelle
McCool. She spent some time talking about her training and life with the two
girls, passing the time away with the two friendly Divas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what about you Alex… is there anyone special in your
life right now?” Maria asked, causing Alex to blush; alerting both to the fact
there was someone. She was just about to answer when <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
rounded the corner, silently standing only a few feet away from Alex. As she
answered the divas question, Alex had no idea he was standing there listening
in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No one yet, but I do have my eye on someone here…” Alex
began, but before she had the chance to continue; <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
got involved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But you being a slut will have anyone right? Even
Michael Cole…” His sadistic laugh and smile, sending shivers down Alex’s spine.
Turning to stand up for herself, Alex was met by not only <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> but also Kenny and Victoria.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“At least Michael knows he’s not got a hope in hell…
shame this bitch hasn’t.” Victoria said, as Alex just stood there trying not to
cry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before Kenny had the chance to join in the jibes, Tazz
rounded the corner and was quickly stood in between them and Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t forget honey, I’ll be there at ringside if you
need me…” Tazz said looking straight at <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
as he did; smiling slightly Alex touched his arm in thanks. There was a moment
where <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had a ‘stare down’ with
Tazz, before <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> backed down and
walked away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Tazz told Alex Michael wanted to talk to her after the
match both Maria and Michelle looked at each other knowingly, it was at that
moment that Alex realised everyone seemed to know. As the two divas spoke of
how nice and sweet Michael was, Alex knew that she had made the right choice in
wanted to tell him how she felt. Saying their goodbyes Alex and Tazz headed
back to Mark’s locker room, both talking about nothing in particular but
neither feeling uncomfortable in doing so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">What Alex never knew was that both Tazz and Mark had been
trying to work together on getting her and Michael together for the past three
months, since finding out how their respective friends felt about the other;
neither Tazz nor Mark were willing to drop things. However, neither had banked
on <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s vicious streak, or the
fact he hated Michael so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Ready Alex?” Mark said as they both got ready to head
out to the ring, nodding Alex smiled to Tazz who stood there watching the pair
get ready for their upcoming match. Moments later Mark and Alex hit the ring to
his entrance theme. The match itself seemed to fly by, with Alex enjoying the
chance to watch her friend wrestle. After about twenty minutes the ref was
calling for the finishing moves, and before Alex had the chance to be nervous
she was rushing to stop Victoria as was planned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">However, with the events of earlier on still in the
forefront of her mind, Alex was aware of both Victoria and Kenny. And she was
right to do so, because no sooner had she joined Victoria on the ring apron
than Victoria was trying to turn things around; holding Alex and shouting for
Kenny to take advantage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With the ref checking on Mark, who was still reeling
slightly from Kenny’s fists; it seemingly gave Kenny the chance to beat up on
Alex. Before he had the chance though, Tazz’s theme music hit; giving Mark all
the chance he needed to turn things around. Sliding out the ring quickly and
knocking Victoria down, Alex was left with Kenny looking shocked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Within seconds Kenny was trying to back away, but he
backed into the solid frame of the Undertaker; who had his trademark black demeanour
working to full affect. Backing away again, Kenny turned to face an angry Alex;
who seconds later delivered a thunderous slap to his face, which sent him
reeling into Mark’s open and waiting hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Moments later Taker delivered a huge chokeslam and got
the win, as the two celebrated in the ring they were joined by Tazz. As the
three friends celebrated in the ring, all were happy; but this soon changed as
Mark heard his voice being called.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Taker… Taker…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
came up on the titron screen, it was Alex that saw him first; but they all knew
it was bad as they listened to him speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You have something I want Taker…” He began, as they all
tried to focus on where he was. It was fairly dark, but they could all tell it
was somewhere out back. As Taker listened he looked instinctively to Alex, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> saw this and continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t worry, I ain’t talking about your slut of a friend
there…” Mark and Tazz both wanted to kill <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
at that moment and would have gone running off to find him; it was only Alex’s
dumbstruck silence that stopped them. She was focusing on something, but it
took both a few moments to see what it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want your title shot, and I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I
get what I want…” He continued, pausing to look at the blood soaked shirt that
was half hanging off his bloodstained body. It was what had caught Alex’s
attention, and now had both Mark and Tazz staring at the sight in front of
them. Neither was sure whose blood it was, but in Alex’s heart she knew; she
knew before he said anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I see you noticed the blood…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
said as he looked down at his blood stained chest, giving that sick smile he
was famous for before he continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I couldn’t help myself, you see I wanted you to get my
point…” With his last cold words the camera pans away and all they saw was a
bloodied, lifeless and limp body. It took Mark and Tazz a few moments before
they realized who it was, but Alex knew instantly that it was Michael’s body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Seeing that his body was out back by the rear entrance,
it was Tazz that was the first one heading off at break neck speed to reach his
friend; Mark followed behind, taking Alex by the hand as they rushed to their
friend’s side. Tazz was joined by Michael’s side with some of the officials and
trainers by the time Mark and Alex had got there the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s
were already there, Alex could see that he was unconscious as they worked on
his wounds and loading him on the trolley. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">She knew instantly that it was bad, the fear and panic
that she was feeling was obvious; all that went through her mind was that she
hadn’t got the chance to tell him how she felt. Mark could tell she was afraid
and took hold of her hand, softly giving it a gentle squeeze for comfort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael’s asking for you Alex…” Tazz said, leaving
Michael’s side for the first time since arriving. Nodding slowly she
approached, afraid of what she would find. Reaching his side Alex knelt down by
his side and took hold of his hand in her own, instantly he reacted; softly
stroking it with his thumb, alerting both to the fact they needed to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey honey…” Michael began, trying hard to catch his
breath and not allow her to see his pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Michael, I am so very sorry...” She began, trying to
swallow hard the lump in her throat. Before she had the chance to continue,
Michael had cut her off; softly shushing her lips with his finger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m okay…” He lied, knowing full well he was in a bad
way; but knowing the last thing he wanted was to worry her more than necessary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m more worried about you and Mark, is he okay? He
can’t give in…” Michael began to say; inhaling sharply as the pain in his chest
as the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s tightened the straps
on the trolley. Shrugging her shoulders Alex watched on as they took Michael
too the ambulance and loading him inside, Alex’s words stuck in the back of her
throat; unable to say anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you riding with us honey?” The lead <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker> asked, looking to Alex who looked to Tazz and
Mark who were already ushering her into the back of the ambulance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Me and Mark will meet you both their honey…” Tazz said
as the ambulance doors closed, leaving Alex watching on as one of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s still worked on Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Reaching out for her hand instinctively Alex took hold of
Michael’s hand, squeezing it gently; letting him know that she was there for
him. So much went through her mind, there was so much she wanted to; needed to
say. But for the moment the words were lost to her, all she could do was watch
as one of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s treated him;
praying that he would be okay and that she would have the chance to tell him
how she felt. Still holding on to Michael’s hand, Alex tried to find the words
she needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We are here love…” The head <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>
said as the begun to unload Michael, lightly squeezing his hand she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ll be right here by your side Michael, you know how much
I care about you...” She wanted to say so much more but the words were still
stuck in her throat, so for now it was all she could say. As Michael was taken
to the treatment room Alex felt very alone, standing looking totally lost.
Thankfully, it was not too long before Alex was joined by Mark and Tazz; both
trying their best to take her mind off things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex had been sat silently trying to look as though she
was part of Tazz and Mark’s conversation for the past three hours, truth is
though her heart just was not with it. However, moments later the Doctor was
talking to the three friends, along with some cuts and bruises Michael had a
few broken ribs and concussion. After one night in for observation, he would be
allowed home to rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mr. Cole has been asking for you, do you want to go
through…” The Doctor said, as he pointed to Michael’s room across the hall.
Alex nodded slightly before looking back to Tazz and Mark gestured for her to
go on, walking slowly Alex listened to the Doctor warn that Michael may still
be groggy from the anaesthetics and looked worse than he actually was. But no
amount of pre warning prepared Alex for her own reactions as she walked into
the room, he looked like he had been in the fight of his life; Alex had seen
many wrestling injuries in her life but these were more than a little real, so
much so that it actually scared her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael…” Alex softly said, as she approached his side;
instinctively taking his hand in her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey beautiful…” Michael whispered, as he slowly woke up
and smiled wishing he could do more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“God I’ve been so worried about you, I can’t believe <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would do this to you! I am so sorry, are you
okay?” Alex said softly as she gently stroked his hand, leaning on the side of
the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ve been better, I’m just glad you are here…” Michael
replied, trying to smile and make light of the strained atmosphere. With
silence surrounding them, both knew that something would need to be said;
neither could deny their feelings any longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You know I meant what I said back there Michael, I
really do like you…” Alex began, not really sure where this conversation was
going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The feelings mutual beautiful; more than mutual…”
Michael began, knowing deep inside that it was now or never.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“In actual fact I never got the chance to tell you that I
think I have fallen in love with you…” There was silence between them for a
long time, making Michael feel as though he had got it wrong. Then as Alex’s
smile became a huge grin, he knew he was right to say something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The feelings are very mutual Michael; I fell in love
with you the first day we met…” Alex whispered as she softly cuddled up next to
Michael, tenderly kissing him on the cheek. Outside Mark and Tazz silently
looked on as their friends finally found their voices, looking to each other
both knew what the other was thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We need to work together on this Mark, they need our
help…” Tazz began, knowing full well that Mark already knew what he was
thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Guess I best come back to Smackdown then…” He added, as
Mark nodded; looking on through the window as Michael rested and Alex watched
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Could call for you getting back into wrestling Pete…”
Mark replied, aware that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would
need dealing with in more than one way. It was not that Mark was scared, but he
knew that for him to hurt <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> in
the way he wanted it was not going to be an easy ride.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the three friends sat in the hospital room, Mark and
Tazz talked while Alex sat watching Michael sleeping.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what’s the plan Mark?” Tazz asked, trying not to wake
his friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m gonna face him at ‘Mania.” Mark said quietly,
looking to Alex who looked confused and afraid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know honey, but I need to protect my friend… you are
more important than a title!” His voice was soft and gentle; it always managed
to sooth her fears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He’s not going to get away with hurting you that easily,
it is gonna be a fight he is not going to win!” Mark added, as Alex felt
Michael stir. Over the following few months while Michael got back on his feet,
Mark and Tazz trained together; watching over Alex all the while. For weeks, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> spouted off about how he had ‘<b><i>taken
Michael Cole out</i></b>’ and how Alex was easy pickings now, and each time it
poured more fuel to Mark’s fire. On the day Michael was due back at work, Alex
had taken the day off and spent some much-needed time with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t listen to him beautiful; he’s not worth it…”
Michael said as he kissed Alex on the neck softly, the two continued to
listened to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s latest rant
about how much of a coward Taker was and that he had destroyed Alex. Tenderly
Michael kissed and caressed Alex’s highly responsive body, no mater how hard
she tried to concentrate on making him dinner she could not stop her ever
growing desire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Taking Alex by the hand Michael begun to lead her
upstairs, their passion nearing breaking point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about dinner?” Alex managed to breathlessly say,
pausing for a moment as Michael took her into his strong arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about dinner? Forget about it and come to bed…”
Michael said softly, looking deep into her eyes; making her all too well aware
that this was what they both wanted. Leading Alex into his bedroom, Michael
continued to take her breath away as the pair finally gave way to their desires
and passions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Tazz back wrestling on Smackdown and keeping <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> quiet, Mark was left with trying to win the
title from Edge. This would be no mean feat especially when Edge had Zack
Ryder, Curt Hawkins, <b><i><u>AND</u></i></b> Vickie Guerrero was in
his corner. Mark knew he had his back against the wall; the only good thing
about him facing Edge at the Royal Rumble was that Alex would be with him; no
matter what she always had his back and it always instantly made him feel calm.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">On the day of the Rumble both Mark and Tazz spent the day
training in the gym, while Michael and Alex spent some much needed quality time
together. The Rumble was being held in St. Louis, MO; only a few miles from
where Alex’s family still lived. So taking the opportunity Alex took Michael to
meet her family and friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you sure your family will like me?” Michael said
nervously, as he played with his tie and tried in vain to quell his
ever-growing fear in his heart. Catching sight of Alex’s look Michael felt daft
as he looked, fiddling nervously with his shirt buttons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“They’ll love you as much as I do Michael; to them I am
just Alex who made something of herself…” Alex said as she pulled Michael into
her arms gently, softly stroking his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you Alex, you make me feel so much better…”
Michael said as, he softly kissed Alex. Knocking on the door Michael stood
trying not to fidget too much as Alex introduce him to her family; who of
course all stood waiting by the front door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mom, Dad; guys… this is my partner Michael. Michael this
is everyone.” Alex said comfortably, it had not been long after the two became
lovers that both had felt comfortable calling each other by their real names,
and today was no different. Once inside both Alex and Michael relaxed somewhat
and both began to enjoy the day, so much so that neither wanted the day to end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Didn’t you work with Batista before Taker?” Gabby said,
as they sat catching up on old times out on the porch. Alex and Gabby had known
each other since birth; both had been born and raised on the same street and
had been best friends since both could remember.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yeah that’s right; he’s a really nice guy… he just likes
to work alone.” Alex said as she nodded and took Michael’s hand, giving it a
squeeze gently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Gabby should come with us to the show, she’d have a
blast…” Michael said, as he headed for the house. Nodding Alex gave Gabby the
details of what to do and where to go as she too headed inside and began to get
ready for leaving, slipping her arm around Michael; the two say their goodbyes
and head off to the arena. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As they got ready in their dressing rooms both Alex and
Michael had butterflies the size of Texas, both excited and nervous for the
same reasons. This was going to be a huge night for all involved, not just for
what was at stake either! Tazz had a match against <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
which thankfully he won. As Tazz showered, Alex and Mark got ready for their
match. With both stood waiting by the entrance curtain Alex could feel her
nerves playing havoc with her innards, there was no doubt this was the biggest
match of her career so far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you okay honey?” Mark said softly, gently squeezing
her hands. All Alex could really do was nod, moments later they were heading
out to the ring and the match was underway. The match was pretty much even
going in the first few minutes, with neither man seemingly able to get the
upper hand. Half way through the match, Taker was knocked from the ring, right
in front of Hawkins and Ryder; who were dangerously stalking Mark from either
side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex tried to rush to his aid, Vickie held her back;
waiting for her lover Edge to make his move. In Alex’s mind she knew what was
going to happen, looking over to Michael she could tell by the look in his eyes
that he did too. But then from out of nowhere Tazz came running down to
ringside, helping Taker get the upper hand with Ryder and Hawkins. Meanwhile,
as Edge came looking for a spear Alex managed to move out of the way at the
last minute allowing Taker to haul Edge back into the ring and deliver a huge
chokeslam and pick up the win. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Tazz, Mark and Alex all celebrating in the ring
Michael sat looking on with a sense of relief; thinking that the friends had
now earned themselves a rest. With Tazz already showered, he hung around as
Mark and Alex got showered, with the end of the Rumble producing the
interesting result of joint winners in Dave Batista and John Cena. As the show
finished Gabby managed to find Alex and her friends, as all headed off Michael
called Alex over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I asked Dave and John to join us for drinks; I hope you
are okay with that?” Smiling Alex knew exactly what Michael had in mind,
nodding she slipped her arm through his and headed off to a nearby bar; both
unaware that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would not let
either of them rest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex and Michael sat in the bar they watched on as
Gabby spent the night talking with Dave Batista while John Cena sat talking
with Tazz and Mark, although they were having fun Michael’s mind was firmly set
upon him and Alex spending some more quality time together. There was a look in
Michael’s eyes that Alex knew all too well, truth was that she felt it too; so
heading over to Dave she pulled him to one side and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Listen I am shattered so Michael is going to take me
home, will you look after Gabby; you know make sure she gets back home safe and
stuff?” Nodding, Dave hugged Alex and promised her Gabby would be safe with
him. Pulling Gabby to one side, Alex told her that she was off home with
Michael.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael is gonna take me home, Dave said he’d look after
you. You be alright sis?” Gabby nodded and looked over to Dave, smiling and
licking her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t worry sis, I’ll be gentle! Have fun tonight, I
will…” Giving Alex her trademark wicked smile, Gabby went back to Dave’s side
as Michael and Alex headed home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She’ll be fine Alex, you know Dave’s a decent guy!”
Michael said, pulling Alex into his arms as they walked to his car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Michael, I just sometimes…” Before Alex could
finish her sentence, Michael had pulled her close and laid a soft tender kiss
upon her lips. As they pulled apart both smiled, as they head off back to
Alex’s unaware that the Rumble was the beginning of the end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Friday night and as was normal Mark and Alex sat in their
dressing room getting ready for their match; they were up against Domino and
his new squeeze Maryse. As the two friends sat going over their moves neither
had any idea that a backstabbing chairman was on his way to destroy their day,
as the two left to grab coffee they bumped into Tazz and Michael heading the
same way. As the four friends stood talking they never really noticed the
chairman rounding the corner and making a beeline for them, slapping Michael on
the back a little harder than he would have liked Vince spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Glad that I caught you all, I hear you and Cole here are
an item?” His question directed towards Alex, but not really allowing her to
answer. Mark seemingly knew where this was heading and spoke, raising his voice
for the first time in front of Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the hell is all this about Vince man, get to the
point…” There was an anger and darkness in Mark’s eyes that Alex had not seen
before, sure he had his character’s ways sometimes but she had never seen him
angry like this before. Alex had no idea what was about to happen, in truth nor
did Tazz or Michael. Mark, however knew Vince and his ways all too well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Sorry Mark, Alex…” Vince began, trying to sound like he
not only cared but also meant it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But as of tonight this is your last match together, Alex
you’re being drafted back to RAW…” As both Mark and Tazz tried to argue with
Vince, Michael and Alex just stood there in shocked silence; unsure not only
what to say but also what to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With all the arguing that Mark and Tazz were doing
neither noticed that Alex had slipped off back to the locker room, bumping into
<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and Victoria as she did so.
Blocking her path so she was unable to continue, both Victoria and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> begun to start on Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Now that you are going back to where you came from maybe
one of the B team will comfort you…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
sneeringly said, smirking at how he had just won.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But don’t worry, a slut like you will always find
someone to keep you warm at night…” He continued, getting a little too close
for comfort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sure Victoria here will keep Michael company, in
fact maybe she’ll keep him company tonight…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
added, as he looked to Victoria who also gave an evil laugh and smirk. Just as
Alex looked like she was about to burst into tears Michelle McCool came round
the corner and began to square off against Victoria, backing off <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> headed off as Victoria made a parting comment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t work, I’ll look after Cole… More than you ever
could.” For a moment Alex managed to hold it together, but then as Tazz’s music
hit Alex broke down and cried. Michelle took her friend in her arms and tried
to comfort her, praying that Mark would come round the corner soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey come on Alex, she’s just a slut that knows nothing…
Cole loves you and would never cheat on you!” Michelle tried to say, breathing
a sigh of relief as Mark rounded the corner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Nodding his thanks to Michelle, Mark gently pulled Alex
into his warm embrace as the two friends headed back to their locker room. Both
were sat in silence for ages until they were being called out to the ring for
their match, with Mark at the door Alex stood for a moment; almost as if she
was not sure about anything anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’ll find a way sweetheart.” Mark said, as he tried to
smile and held out his hand for Alex to take. Although they were due to get the
win neither Mark nor Alex knew what was happening to them, all either really
knew was that they were in the ring getting pummelled to death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was Tazz that saw what was happening first, realizing
that Vince’s words were affecting both Alex and Mark’s mindsets. With Domino in
the ring beating up on Mark, Alex tried to get involved but Maryse had other
ideas; knocking her from the ring apron. As Alex landed hard Mark was almost
out the ring when Tazz beat him to it, firstly putting Maryse in his trade mark
sleeper hold for a few moments. Then as he tended to Alex, a distracted Domino
was caught by Mark in firstly a chokeslam.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">However, not done there, Mark took his anger and
frustrations out on Domino by tombstone pile driving him and then giving him
the Last Ride before getting the pin. Although he got the win, Mark did not
care about celebrating but had something on his mind and took the mic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>…
Vince…” Mark began, looking to Tazz who was still holding a hurt Alex in his
arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You hurt my friends… You will pay… and Rest. In. Peace…”
He continued as he left the ring and took Alex from Tazz’s arms, looking to
Michael he nodded almost as an “I promise” to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Alex nursing her aches in silence Mark sat, silently
plotting his revenge. Neither had spoken for a long time, even when Tazz walked
in they were both still silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I wanted to make sure you were okay Alex…” Tazz began,
looking to Mark who was still staring silently into space. Silently Alex
shrugged her shoulders, offering a seat to Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I also wanted to tell you that Mike headed back to the
hotel, he said he was sorry and that he feels all this is his making…” With his
words Alex just broke down and cried, bringing Mark from his silence. Glaring
at Tazz he sat next to Alex and pulled her gently into his arms, trying to
sooth her fears away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m so sorry Alex, I wish…” Tazz began to say, unable to
finish his words as Mark’s dark demeanour made him all too aware that he should
leave. Of course in his heart Tazz knew it wasn’t Mark’s fault, he just wanted
to protect his best friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Another person Tazz knew was not to blame was Michael,
with an anger he hadn’t felt since his ECW days Tazz began to plot his own
revenge. <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had taken this one
too far and now Tazz, and indeed Mark was ready to make him pay. As Michael
wrote the note he felt sick, and not just physically either. He loved Alex with
all his heart, but this seemed the only way she could find the happiness she
deserved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Thanks to him, Alex had lost her momentum; Mark had lost
his partner and friend and Tazz had left what he himself had often called <b><i>home</i></b>;
right now though it was himself that Michael was thinking about. After all he
had lost the one thing that made his life complete, he had lost the love of his
life. He needed to find a way to make it right; this seemed to be the only way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark had silently walked Alex back to her hotel room,
both knew why; and both prayed that neither one was right. Alex needed to be
with Michael, she needed to be in his arms and to feel safe. Mark needed to be
with Alex, her friendship made him calm; made him not want to go wreak havoc on
everyone in the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>. In his mind,
Mark wanted to go beat the holy hell out of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
Vince and anyone else he came across. However, in his heart he knew this was
the last thing he could actually do, his best friend needed him; and be there
he would be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As they reached the door to the hotel room Mark knew
something was wrong, when it came to situations Mark always had this amazing
sixth sense; he could always tell when something was wrong. It took Alex a
while to see the note as she first looked around for Michael, but Mark had seen
it the second he had walked in; seemingly knowing it would be there. As Alex
searched, Mark just sat there looking at this letter. He already knew it was
from Michael, he suspected that it was Michael blaming himself for their
predicament and calling their relationship off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I can’t find Michael…” Alex began, as she came out of
the bathroom and went to pick her cell phone up. Mark sat there and held the
letter out for Alex to take, not saying a word; not ready to do so yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What is it?” Alex said, as she took the letter and sat
next to Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">My darling
Alex,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Firstly
I am yours forever with an undying love that will stand the ravages of time, no
matter what is thrown at it. My love, heart and soul will always be yours; you
are my better half and you certainly complete me. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
last thing I want is to walk away from the love of my life, but I cannot help
feeling this has all been my fault. I should have known Bradshaw would do this,
I guess I should have not fought back. I feel like I have ruined three people’s
lives and you know that is not me, or something I want. Mark has lost his
friend and partner, you have been taken from something that really worked for
you and Tazz has lost what he often calls his ‘home.’ <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I
cannot live with the knowledge that my actions have seemingly caused so much
heartache and misery; this is why I write this goodbye to you. Believe me when
I tell you this is not how I want things to be, nor is it how I want to end our
relationship. Alex my darling after all we have been through, this breaks my
heart but I feel it will be for the best. I hope that in time you can find your
place again and that all will come good for you, you deserve that and so much
more!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Now,
as I close this letter to you my love I feel I can rest. I know I will be
unable to sleep but at least I can dream of us, of a better time; one where we
can be together forever. In another time and place, I know that we shall be
together once more; of this, my heart is sure… as sure as the love I hold for
you my dear sweet Alexandra. Thank you for all that you are and all that you
have been, not just to me but also to the world. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Forever
yours with undying love<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Michael.</span></i><b><i><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex finished reading, her heart and soul felt as if
it had been ripped from her, for a few moments there was a serene silence
between her and Mark; and then her tears fell. Taking her softly in his large
arms Mark held Alex as she continued to cry, feeling her warm tears fall onto
his solid chest. Trying his best to be all he could for her, Mark silently
cursed both Vince and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> under
his breath; promising himself that he would make them pay for the hurt they had
caused. He wanted to hate Michael for leaving his best friend like this, but
could not; knowing he was not the one to blame for her tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hush pretty one, I promise I will make things better…”
Mark said softly, closing his eyes as the two friends leaned back against the
headboard of the bed. Both rested and tried to sleep, both knowing neither
would be able to that night. The weekend seemed to consist of Alex crying and
trying to sleep, while Mark kept a watchful eye over his friend and tried to
plan his next course of action. Monday night came and Alex headed to the arena,
trying to be strong and do her job; knowing deep inside it was the last thing
she wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sitting alone for the first time in three years, Alex
looked around her dressing room wishing she could be anywhere but there. It was
not that she hated her job or that she hated the people on RAW, she just wished
she was still in the safe comfort and company of Smackdown and Mark. That was
her home and where she felt comfortable, this was going to be hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We knew that you’d be back…” Triple H said, looking to
HBK who had seemingly appeared from out of nowhere. Although Alex looked up she
made no show to acknowledge them, choosing instead to just sigh deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yeah, I said to Hunter you couldn’t keep away…” Shawn
said, nudging Triple H in the ribs and winking. Sighing deeply once more, Alex
was not in the mood for the two former DX members; or their games.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look guys, I don’t mean to
be rude but I’m not really in the mood…” Alex replied curtly, more coldly than
she meant. Getting up she was about to head into the shower when Hunter and
Shawn walked in further and sat down on the couch that Alex had just been sat
upon, sighing deeply she prayed this would not take long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Sorry Alex but me and Hunter
can’t do that…” Shawn began, gently pulling Alex back to the couch so she was
sat between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Nope, no can do… we are
gonna be tagging together in a huge inter~gender tag match.” Hunter continued,
putting his arm around Alex protectively. Sighing deeply once more Alex
realized she had little choice in the matter, it was not what she wanted but
nor was hanging around with people and faking her happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look, I really just want to
be on my own… come and get me when we are on, I’ll be ready.” Getting up Alex
turned her back on Shawn and Triple H, leaving them in no doubt that she was
not in the mood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the two friends took the
hint they left Alex alone once more, alone with her thoughts and pain. Alex
tried her hardest to shower them away, but truth was she knew deep in her heart
that it would be a long time before she could feel again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Out in the back Shawn and
Hunter stood talking with John Cena, their other tag team partner for the
evening. Typically the conversation was based around Alex and why she had come
back to RAW, even though neither Alex nor Michael had gone public on their
relationship everyone seemed to know about them; but it was why they had
seemingly split that everyone was puzzled about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well I heard it was <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> that got her drafted back here…” John began, as
he took a swig from his can of energy drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Dang it I swear that man has
a death wish!” He continued, as the others nodded their agreement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yeah, messing with Tazz is
one thing; but the Undertaker!!!” Hunter said, knowing all too well that
screwing with the Undertaker was a mistake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I have to admit its Cole I
feel sorry for the most, he has a lotta crap to deal with really…” Shawn said,
causing the others to look at him questioningly. Before they could continue,
Vince rounded the corner with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Jillian Hall in tow. The three men gave <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
a look of disgust, but before they had the chance to start anything Vince
spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Gentlemen, save it for the
main event…” The three men all looked from Vince to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
as Vince continued, telling them of how this would also be an inter~show match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tonight will not only be an
inter~gender eight person tag match but also inter~promotional…” Just as Hunter
was about to ask whom else they would be facing Randy Orton and Edge came
walking round the corner, in that second Hunter knew he need not ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Jillian will team up with Edge and Randy, I’m sure you all know each other
well?” Vince added as he shook <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s,
and leaving moments later. All six men had more than a little history and now
that Cena had taken the title from Orton and the tag team titles were with
Shawn and Hunter, all six men had a lot to fight over. The only two who
seemingly had no history was Jillian and Alex, but as all were about to find
out this would not be the case for much longer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sure that you boys won’t
mind Jillian and I saying hello to Alex, I’m sure she’d like to know how well
Cole has been looked after!” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
smirk was sending a sick feeling through Cena; Shawn and Hunter, all three
wanting to kick <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s ass. But it
was the dark silent figure of Mark stood in the blackness that felt the most,
no one knew he was there; nor would they. Mark had revenge on his mind and
nothing would stop him from completing his plans, silently he headed off to
Alex’s locker room. Meanwhile all six men looked as though they were about to
break into a fight when Vince came back round the corner, almost pulling <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and the others away; again telling them to save
it for tonight’s match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I hope Alex is ready for
tonight…” Shawn said after their opponents had gone, thinking about how much
she would want to kick <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">I hope she can stay calm…”
Hunter said, as the three men left to head back to Alex’s locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just wish Undertaker was
here to get his hands on that asshole…” John said, unaware that his wishes
would be coming true sooner than he thought. Mark was already stood silently in
the doorway to Alex’s locker room, as she finally emerged from the shower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Coughing slightly caused Alex
to jump but spin round quickly, half expecting it to be Shawn or Hunter again.
As she saw Mark her mood changed instantly, she run to his open arms and hugged
him deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark!” She exclaimed, as
Mark swung her around in his arms; holding her there for as long as he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Baby girl…” Mark said,
trying not to let his emotions get the better of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What are you doing here?”
Alex asked, thankful that he was here but knowing it never needed to be said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I had to come and look out
for my Alex…” Mark replied, as the two sat on the couch and relaxed. As Shawn,
Hunter and Cena walked into Alex’s locker room their shock at seeing Mark was
evident. Not that it was a bad thing for him to be there though, Cena wasn’t the
only one who would be more than a little grateful for Mark’s presence that
night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey Mark, good to see you
man.” John said, as he held his hand out boldly. Taking it Mark nodded
silently, waiting for the others to sit before he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I wanted to come make sure
my friend was being looked after.” The four men talked, as Alex sat; just happy
to have her friend there. Michael’s name was yet to be mentioned, and Alex
suspected this was due to all treading carefully around her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How’s Cole doing?” Shawn said,
making a ‘what’ gesture to Hunter as Mark glared at him. He was about to
apologise when Mark spoke, hoping he was about to do the right thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No one has seen or heard
from him since Friday, I don’t think he’s doing too good… there’s talk of him
leaving and not being there this coming Friday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark’s eyes were fixed to
Alex’s as the silence descended upon the room, they had all been in a shocked
silence for a while until Shawn spoke; not realizing he was seemingly making
things worse with each word he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“That’s not like him, he’s
only ever missed two Smackdown’s; and they weren’t his choosing!” The moment he
has said it Shawn realized his mistake, stuttering to find some sort of
apology; Mark stopped him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s cool Shawn, I know what
you meant.” Mark tried to smile but knew it would not reach his lips, truth was
his best friend was distraught and he wanted; no needed to put things right. As
the four men talked Alex sat there in silence, feeling a range of emotions
going through her body. She was hurting of course, and that was understandable
but now she was worried too; worried that Michael would do something he could
regret. Picking up her cell phone Alex made her excuses and headed out of the
arena, she knew this could get her shot if Vince found out but somehow that did
not matter; all that mattered was Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As she headed for the exit,
her worst nightmare happened as she got cornered by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Jillian who were coming towards her. As soon as they had her cornered, Alex
knew <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had something in mind to
further hurt her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How’s Michael?” Jillian said
coldly, looking to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> who had a
glint in his eye; one that Alex knew from her past.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sure Victoria’s keeping
him company, I know he likes being comforted by her…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
said just as coldly, getting just a little too close for Alex’s comfort. Trying
to look around for someone to save her Alex knew she was in trouble when the
only people around were the three of them, seeing her look for help <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> stuck the knife in further.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No one is around; Mark or
Tazz can’t save you now… just like your precious boyfriend Michael.” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s words were cold and harsh, but it was
Jillian’s next words that almost tore Alex apart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He’s too busy with Victoria
to care about you bitch…” With a cackling laugh that would live with Alex for
the rest of her life, Jillian headed off. <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was about to follow after giving an evil cold laugh when Alex spoke; causing
him to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why are you being like this,
what did I ever do to you?” Alex’s voice was quiet and timid, just like how she
felt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because I can… Michael was
and is a nightmare to work with, wanted me to be his friend.” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> said, as he sneered down his nose at Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But why take it out on me!
Surely if you have beef with him, it is him you need to talk to?” Alex thought
she was being logical, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had
other ideas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Now where would the fun in
that be? This way I get to hurt Michael even more and break another person’s
heart at the same time… I must say you were easier than I thought…” Turning on
his heels, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s words were
already killing Alex inside and then as he headed off he rubbed salt in the
wounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But then, you are an easy
slut aren’t you!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For a moment she just stood
there, but as the tears began to fall Alex ran. Ran out of the arena and kept
going, not really sure where she was going; just that she needed to go. As soon
as Alex got outside the arena it began raining, to her it seemed typical of her
life and luck right now. Her heart had been torn out of her chest and was
destroyed, of course deep in her heart Alex knew Michael was not with Victoria;
but then it was little comfort to a woman who had lost almost everything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With all that she had been
through in her life, Alex always relied on two things to keep her going;
wrestling and the hope that one day she would find the love of her life. But
now her life was seemingly in tatters, she would surely be sacked for leaving
like this and as for the love of her life; well she did not even wish to think
of that. Alex must have been walking for the past thirty minutes before she
stopped, her clothes were soaked right through to her skin but in truth she
never really noticed it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The tears she thought would
not fall had been falling the moment <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
had left, but with all the rain no one seemed to know that she was in truth
crying her eyes out. When Alex finally came to rest she found herself outside
the arena once more, sitting down on the edge of a wall Alex wanted to call
Michael. She had no idea why or even what she would say, just that she needed
to talk; needed to hear his voice. Maybe she just needed to know he was
alright, whatever the reason she has to call him; trouble was she was not one
hundred percent sure he would want to speak to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">After about ten times of dialling
and the redialling his cell, Alex was about to give up when her cell rang
causing her to jump; it was Gabby. At first she began to babble on about how
wonderful Dave was and how much she liked him, then she shut up; noticing how
unusually silent her best friend was being. <b><i>This can only mean one thing;
Dave was right.</i></b> Gabby thought to herself as she took a deep breath and
tried to broach the subject, looking over to Dave she nodded that he was indeed
right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you okay honey?” They
had known each other for so long now that both knew not to beat around the bush
when something was wrong, seeing as both would always seek the other out what
use would stalling be anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Not really…” Alex said with
a deep sigh, wishing she could stop her tears from falling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Want to talk about it?” Gabby
continued, wondering if her friend was actually at the arena for RAW that
night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want Michael, I miss him…”
Alex began, watching as a young couple walked past; feeling the pain in her
heart grow even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t want to be here
Gabby; I hate this, this… pain!” She continued, trying to find not only her
voice but also the right words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark said Michael’s not been
heard from since Friday, and that nobody can find him…” Alex began to broach
the subject, she needed to know and find out the truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s true Alex, we have all
been trying to contact him… me and Dave have spent ages trying to find him.”
Gabby said, talking hold of Dave’s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sighing deeply Alex knew she
would have to make that call she had been trying to put off, saying her
goodbyes and asking to be kept informed she hung up and dialled Michael’s
number. His cell must have gone to answer phone ten times before Alex finally
found the words she wanted, and needed to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael this is killing me,
I love and miss you like crazy. I don’t want this to be the end of us, please
call me back so we can talk about this…” Alex finally managed to say, hanging
up she headed back to the arena; hoping and praying that she had got away with
her moment of absence. Heading to her locker room, she thought of all that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had said and vowed to herself that he was not
going to win this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want to get the win over
that screeching cat of a bitch Jillian; I want to scratch her God damn eyes
out…” Alex said, as she sat down on the couch between Shawn and Hunter; causing
all to look suitably shocked. Sensing their questioning looks, Alex pre-empted
them and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She’s a bitch; I had her and
<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> trying to intimidate me
earlier. I am tired of being pushed around; I refuse to let them win!” As the
four men smiled and Shawn hugged Alex to him there was a deep relief in all of
them, looking to Mark; Alex knew what he was thinking and nodded slightly to
him. It was all he needed to be sure that she knew what she wanted, as the five
friends chatted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the four friends got ready
to head out to the ring, Mark pulled Alex to one side for a moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you sure you are going
to be okay out there?” It never ceased to amazing Alex how caring and gentle
Mark, this supposed ‘<b><i>deadman</i></b>’ was. She always felt safe
with Mark, even though she was warned of him when she first went to Smackdown;
Alex always felt like she would never need to fear Mark. Nodding, Alex told
Mark she would be fine and had the best type of back up a girl could want.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ll be fine Mark; hey I
have John; Shawn <b><i>AND</i></b> Hunter to look after me!” Alex smiled as she hugged Mark
close, of course she knew in her heart that Mark was going to hang around; it
was how their friendship worked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If you need me, call for me
honey and I’ll come running.” Mark said, hugging Alex as if it was for the last
time. Nodding Alex need not say anymore, both understood. Alex and John headed
to the ring first; the pop that Cena got as he hit the stage was amazing and
almost blew Alex’s hearing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> Followed by Shawn and Hunter, who did their
famous “suck it” routine; which of course Alex and Cena joined in with and
totally enjoyed. There was something rather satisfying about hearing 75 and a
half thousand people shouting ‘<b><i>SUCK IT</i></b>’ as loud as they can,
especially when it was Alex that was shouting the loudest. As the match got
underway it was Cena squaring off against <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
in the first few minutes of the match neither man seemed to be getting the
upper hand. It was only when <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was stuck in Cena’s corner that he realized Alex was not going to roll over and
die, backing away as she went to slap the taste out of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">John even managed to get the
upper hand a few time on <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> but
as he went to finish the match, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
managed to rake his eyes and get a quick tag to Orton; who of course had a
point to prove and quickly began to beat down on Cena. From that moment things
looked to be going the other team’s way, with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>;
Edge and Orton singling out Cena for all the punishment. Both Shawn and Hunter
had to make the save a few times, but as was Cena’s way he just would not give
up and stay down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">After tripping <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> up, Cena managed to tag in Hunter who went
about beating the holy hell out of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>.
It became pretty much even with all three man on the opposing team being evenly
matched with Triple H, it was only when Hunter went for the facebuster on Orton
that things changed; with Orton hitting the RKO from out of nowhere and almost
getting the win. As Hunter kicked out of the RKO, Orton tagged in Edge who was
able to get the upper hand and beat him up even more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">If Alex was being honest with
herself she would have jumped in the ring and took the loss, it was killing her
to see three people who had effectively been dragged into this fight get beaten
to a pulp in this way. As Hunter finally managed to get some space between him
and Edge, he went to tag in Shawn but <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Orton saw this coming and took their own action. Rushing to the other side
of the ring, Orton and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> has
taken Cena and Shawn out before they had any clue; and before Hunter could stop
them!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">To be fair even though he was
hurting like hell, Hunter still was not going to let Alex tag in; he may go
down but he would go down fighting. And in his mind that was exactly what
Hunter was about to do, Alex of course had other plans and tagged herself in.
Alex could hear Edge’s sick evil and twisted laugh as she did so, she also
heard Hunter begging and pleading with her to get out again. With JR and The
King yelling at the top of their voices that this was not a match where woman
faced the men, Alex knew that Edge was not about to care. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">She would have to accept that
she was about to get beaten to a pulp, but she just could not allow her team
mates get hurt anymore. Thankfully she did not need to face Edge as Hunter
began to recover enough to beat him up, and as he was joined on the outside of
the ring by the others who were still fighting it was left to Jillian and Alex
to continue. As they stood face-to-face Alex could swear she could have heard a
pin drop it was that silent, and seemed to be the match everyone wanted to see;
not just the fans but the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>
talent too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Neither seemed to want to be
the first to make the first move with both women circling each other a few
times, looking over to The King and JR Alex could tell by the look in their
eyes that she needed to make that sign; she needed to call her best friend. As
Alex held her clenched fist aloft the whole arena erupted with cheers and
chants for the Undertaker, with Jillian talking trash to Alex all Alex could do
was smile; then moments later the lights went out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The ominous bells sounds as
the blackness continued for a few more moments, the silence was only broken by
the odd fan cheering for the Undertaker. And then the lights came back on revealing
Alex about to covering an unconscious Jillian and the Ref about to make the
three count, with Jillian’s team mates trying to get back in the ring and
Alex’s partners stopping them; Alex got the win easily. With Jillian being
helped out of the ring by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and
Rated RKO slinking off to lick their wounds, Alex and her team celebrated in
the ring; with all four giving their thanks to Taker as they all continued to
celebrate as much as they could; enjoying the fact that this had been a good
result for all involved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex and Cena joined in with
the DX crouch chops as they all headed to the back, not realizing that this was
only the beginning of Taker’s plans. In the back Mark left his trademark
calling card for Alex to find before he disappeared back into the night once
more, heading not for his hotel but instead to see Tazz; the two friends had
much to talk about still. Meanwhile back in his apartment Michael sat among the
mounting empty bottles of Jack Daniels and take away cartons, his heart still
broken but thankful he had watched RAW. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">And more than a little
thankful Mark had gone to help Alex, not that he had any doubts Mark would have
not been there. As he tried to get up
and soon realized he could not, Michael sat back down quickly and picked his
cell up. More messages from Pete and Mark, some from JR and even The King;
there was a couple of messages from Vince. As he went to throw his cell down,
Michael saw that he had voice mail and listened to it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Michael must have been sat in
shocked silence for a while as he never heard his home phone ring the first
time, shaking himself too Michael tired once more to get himself up. Only to
find that once more he was unable to, now when he really wanted to take action
he realized he was far too wasted to actually do anything. In his heart he knew
what he wanted to do and indeed say, doing it however was another matter. His
hands had been shaking for the past hour and his eyes had not been able to
focus properly since his tenth bottle of JD, of course he knew he only had
himself to blame; but it still made him feel like crap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Damn it, just pull yourself
together and call her!” Michael half said and half thought, trying to think
himself sober enough to call. He soon realized that he was in no fit state to
call her, there was no way she would want to be with a drunk fool like him if
he called her now; taking his cell phone Michael called the one person he knew
he could rely upon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Pete? It is me, please. I
need your help, come round.” Hanging up, Michael knew if anyone would be able
to help him; it would always be Pete... he had never let him down before. But
Michael had no idea that Tazz was going to bring Mark, or that he could
actually be saved and helped. Neither Tazz nor Mark had any idea that Michael
was in such a bad way, neither had seen him like this before; it was obviously
a shock for them both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Jeez Mike, you look rough!”
Tazz said the moment they saw him, rolling his eyes Michael knew Tazz would not
pull any punches he did not deserve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Pete, help me please?” Was
all Michael could say before he broke down and cried again, nodding to Tazz;
Mark began to clean the place up. That day would teach both Alex and Michael
that they both had true friends, who would do anything for the pair of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex’s partners that
evening celebrated back in the hotel Alex did her best to look happy and join
in, but truth is this was the last thing she wanted. All she really wanted was
Michael, but she felt it was all dead in the water; I mean why else had he not
got back to her. The more she thought about it the more it broke her heart and
the more she wanted to cry, trying to smile she made her excuses and headed
back to the hotel room. Lying in her cold empty faceless bed Alex finally
allowed her tears to fall once more, tears she felt would never stop falling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For the past two nights she
had not slept and truth be told, Alex doubted if she would be doing so for the
next little while. It must have been five in the morning when Alex finally felt
tired, but of course she had to be up in an hour so what good would sleep be
now anyway! But as she closed her eyes for a moment, Alex’s mind was intent on
sleeping. It was only the sound of her cell ringing that saved her from missing
the plane, as she answered her cell Alex knew she was about to miss her flight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex baby?” She knew
instantly his voice, she could also tell he was not doing too good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael?” Was all Alex could
manage to say, trying not only to focus but also wake up fully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I need to see you.” Was all
Michael could say, it was not all he wanted to say; but right at that moment in
time it was all he could say. Although all Alex could do for a moment was nod,
but quickly realized he could not actually see her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please, Mark knows which
hotel.” Was all Alex could really say, as she tried to still her increasing
heartbeat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Open the door…” Was all that
Michael could say, praying he was sober enough for this. Within seconds Alex
had the door open and proceeded to stand there silently looking at Michael for
a few minutes, seemingly both seemed content to stay like this but Mark and
Tazz had other ideas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Can we come in Alex?” Tazz
said, knowing she probably would not hear him. Regardless of if she had or not,
Alex moved aside and allowed the three men to walk in. Hugging Mark and then
Tazz, Alex stood silently for a few moments; unsure if she should be holding
Michael again. She had no idea that while she was uncertain he was feeling the
same way, worried that she would see he had been on a huge bender all weekend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How have you been Alex? I
saw the match…” Michael finally said, lying slightly; hoping she would
understand and not notice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Been better, how about you?”
Was all Alex could say, knowing full well that he had been drinking all
weekend. To both Tazz and Mark this display of restrained affection was agony
to watch and be part of, both understood why Alex and Michael felt this way;
and both hated it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Michael and Alex tried to
talk and skirt around things, Tazz did all he could to get them both some
much-needed time off; calling Linda knowing she was the one they needed.
Meanwhile Mark sat, awkwardly wishing the two would make up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Damn it Cole…” Mark said
finally, as he got up and headed towards the bar; leaving Tazz alone with the
two awkward friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I guess he has a point…”
Michael began to say, as the door slammed behind Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yes he has Mike, I have got
you both a week off; make the most of it hey!” Tazz said curtly as he too
headed for the bar, leaving Michael and Alex alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You know that I love you
Alex…” Michael began, gently taking Alex by the hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Michael, I know. And
you know I feel the same way about you.” Alex replied, as she enjoyed Michael’s
touch again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know honey, I just can’t
see how we can win against someone like <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>.”
Michael answered, as they walked over to the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We cannot let him win
Michael; we have to find a way to win.” Alex noticed how neither wanted to let
the other go; taking a bold step Alex pulled Michael into a close embrace,
thankful he made no show to pull away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“God, I’ve missed you Alex;
it’s been agony!” Michael whispered into Alex’s soft brown hair, sighing deeply
as he began to relax. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Michael, the feeling is
more than a little mutual.” Sighed Alex, not willing to let Michael go now she
had him in her arms once more. As the two lay close together on the bed, that
weekends events quickly catching up with them; the two fallings asleep within
seconds of each other. A few minutes later Tazz and Mark had arrived back to
check on the two friends, smiling and letting themselves out moments later. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For the next week, Alex and
Michael became closer finally being able to spend the time together that had
seemingly escaped them. Being able to be with the man she loved gave Alex
something of a new lease of life, for Michael the week was what he needed not
only to get sober but also to find himself again. During their much needed time
away from the ring both Michael and Alex found out they had so much in common,
they also began to realize that their love and emotions could not be broken by
someone like <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Meanwhile as Michael and Alex
were spending time together, Mark and Tazz were putting into practice the next
part of their plan. Truth was that after what Vince and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
had put both Alex and Michael though, Mark was more than a little eager to make
them pay. But of course he needed to be smart about things, and needed help if
he was going to get his wishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So that’s my plan Pete.”
Mark said cautiously, as the two friends sat in Mark’s locker room on Friday
night; the two friends getting ready for the show.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And you think we can make it
work?” Tazz asked, it was not Mark he doubted, he just knew what both Vince and
<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> could be like. All Mark did
was nod for a moment, taking a piece of paper out of his bag and handing it
over to Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I sent this to Linda; she
agreed that what happened was beyond a joke.” Mark continued as Tazz read the
letter and its contents, looking up once he had finished.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m in…” Was all Tazz needed
to say, he knew that if Linda was on their side it could not fail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We just need to get DX, Cena
and Batista in too...” Mark said, looking to Tazz for a moment. Tazz smiled and
took his cell out, speaking as he dialled the number.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t worry about that, I
know they’ll be up for it.” Looking to Tazz who smiled as he spoke to the
person he had called, Mark began to write down what he wanted to say in the
ring. He never normally wrote down his speeches, normally because he never
really made them; but tonight was different than normal. He was nervous as heck
and knew that the night he delivered it was his one shot at getting justice for
Michael and his friend, looking over his written notes Mark was happy with it
all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“They are all in Mark.” Tazz
said, sitting down next to his friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“This is gonna take a lot of
hard work, Pete you sure we can pull this off?” Mark said after a long time of
silence, finally admitting to himself that he had doubts and fears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You care about Alex as much
as I do Mike?” Tazz replied, watching as Mark nodded silently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Then it’ll work.” Tazz
replied, smiling slightly as he headed off to get read for the evening’s
matches. As Mark was about to head to the canteen Linda McMahon rounded the
corner and pulled him to one side, at nearly 7ft tall Mark easily towered over
Linda. Had this been any other women, she would have been too scared to speak
as the two stood intimately close; and had it been any other man Linda would
have been scared beyond belief. But somehow after all he had been to not only
the company but also Linda, there was no way she needed to fear this man in
front of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you for your letter
Mark, I meant what I said when I agreed with you; it is a joke this should be
happening.” Linda began, wondering what Mark had in mind. Taking a deep breath,
she knew from previous experience that Mark could be hard to talk to so not
waiting for an answer she continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How can I help you Mark?”
Although Mark and Vince had not always seen eye to eye on things he always went
to him for matches etc, so now for him to be asking her made Linda aware that
it was something major.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Vince in a match, and for
Alex back on Smackdown.” His answer was short and to the point, he had known
Linda a long time; long enough to be totally honest with her. Swallowing hard
Linda understood totally why, but it was not to say that she liked it. The
ideal of her husband being in a match with the Undertaker, was something of a
worry to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, you know this puts me
in an almost impossible situation…” Linda said rather than asked, watching how
all Mark did was to nod. Sighing deeply Linda knew his mind had been set, but
she also knew this was not all on his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What else Mark?” Both
knowing that neither needed to be shy around the other, truth was that despite
what people saw on screen Mark was one of the few people Linda ever saw out of
character. Mark was notorious for playing his character all the time; on and
off camera, but away from the ring only a handful of people ever saw the real
Mark. Linda was one, Mark’s family the other. But now seemingly Alex had become
one of those few people who saw Mark for who he really was, now he needed to
make things right for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s head for what he has been putting Alex and
Michael through, and I want Alex back on Smackdown with me and Michael;
whatever it takes.” Linda knew Mark’s heart was set on getting what he wanted,
there was little point in trying to talk him out of it. Although if she was
being honest with herself she did not feel like changing his mind, she had
watched week in and week out how <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
had bullied and destroyed both Cole and Alex. Although Linda had not had many
dealings with Alex she knew that what she saw was who Alex really was, and
Michael; well Linda had known Michael for years. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was Michael who bravely
and valiantly came to her rescue one night when she had been cornered by some
over excited fans, after Vince had his ankle broken Linda was looking after the
show while he was in hospital. With the show over and the keys to their car in
Vince’s pocket Linda tried to get through the fans and to the waiting car
nearby, but a few fans became a little hyperactive and began to harass her. As
if he was some kind of hero, Michael sorted the fans out and also helped Linda
get to the hospital; ever since that day Michael had always held a special
place in her heart. She cared not only for Michael but also <st1:stockticker w:st="on"><b><i><u>ALL</u></i></b></st1:stockticker> her talent, if Mark wanted her
back and some payback; then that’s what he’d get.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Whatever you want, it is
yours; you have it.” Was all Linda could say, sighing deeply as she looked into
the questioning eyes of Mark’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You know what that means
right?” Mark said softly, wanting to make sure Linda knew what he wanted. As
Linda nodded Mark nodded back and turned silently to leave, waiting for a
moment before Linda spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Inter~promotional,
inter~gender tag match…” Of course in her heart Linda knew what was coming, but
she needed to make sure; for everyone’s sake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
Rated RKO, Jillian, Kenny and Vince. Against DX, Cena, Batista, myself and
Alex.” Mark replied, before walking off silently. As Linda let the shock set in
Mark was already in the canteen having a coffee when Tazz came and asked him
how it went, the two men sitting out of the way as they talked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well Pete, its all been
given a green light.” Mark said, already aware that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Jillian had walked into the room. Mark could feel his blood boil and anger
rise, he knew deep inside what it was; but hated himself for it nevertheless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“When Mark?” Tazz asked,
seeing the look in his eyes and knowing instantly what Mark saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I never told Linda…” Mark
began, silently keeping an eye on <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
who to be fair had been doing the same since they walked in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I was thinking of
Wrestlemania?” Mark softly whispered to Tazz, not wanting <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> to know before later that night. His plan was to
surprise <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> later that night but
throughout the night he would, of course play his mind games. Mark liked being
who he was, he got to mess with people’s mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In real life people believed
that Mark was much like his character, so why prove them wrong was Mark’s
philosophy. Just like many believed Tazz to be an angry thug, people believed
what they wanted and so both Tazz and Mark let them. Of course in reality Tazz
was a loving husband and father who had always had a soft side, Mark was always
going to be a mystery to everyone around him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But from that first day he
had met Alex, Mark knew she would be the one he could be himself around. As
Tazz talked and Mark tried to listen Jillian knew from the look Mark was giving
her and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> that they would all have
to pay for what had happened, no matter what she had stuck by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>; even when she thought he was wrong. She stayed
because she loved him, she thought; in time he would love her. In her heart of
hearts though, she knew he could never love her. So now as Jillian sat feeling
the Undertaker’s eyes upon her, she began to wonder if it was all a big
mistake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“John, I know you said you
know what you are doing; but are you sure?” Jillian said timidly, her skin
crawling from the look Taker was giving her. Within seconds Jillian found it
was <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and not Taker she should
be afraid of, almost jumping out of his seat he spoke angrily at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What’s the matter Jillian,
don’t you think I can beat the Undertaker?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
anger was more than evident, his nostrils flaring like a horse on Viagra. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Just remember your goddamn
place bitch, I made you and I can break you just as easily!” He continued
before stomping off and leaving Jillian alone, and almost in floods of tears.
Mark being the smart man he was had taken all this in, looking to Tazz who had
just turned back spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Go after her and make sure
she is okay Pete.” Tazz was about to question him as to why, but realized by
Mark’s look that he knew what he was doing. Jillian had almost got back to her
locker room before Tazz had the chance to catch up with her, <b><i>she
sure runs fast</i></b> Tazz thought as he finally caught hold of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I saw what happened back
there in the canteen…” Tazz began, trying not to seem obvious; after all
Jillian was already looking at him with doubt and questioning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just wanted to make sure
you were okay, he’s an ass to take his anger out on a pretty lady…” Tazz tried
the subtle flirting approach, hoping it would work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just think he took it one
too far with Cole and Alex, are they okay?” Jillian replied, smiling slightly
seemingly genuinely concerned about them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Cole’s in a bad way, Alex
too; we’ve all been knocked sideways.” Tazz replied honestly, trying to gauge
Jillian’s reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Jillian, are you sure you
are okay, he was way outta line talking to you like that.” Tazz asked softly,
gently putting a hand on her shoulder. Smiling at him, Jillian nodded and
assured him she was okay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry about Alex and
Cole, they seem really suited to each other.” Jillian said, as they said their
goodbyes and parted company. Tazz headed off to find Mark, while Jillian’s
nightmare was just about to get worse. As she got ready for the shows taping,
Jillian heard <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s voice outside
her door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Awww come on baby, you know
I never meant what I said…” His voice soft and tender, not like earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You know how I feel about
you beautiful…” She could hear the smile in his voice, there was something
about his voice that drove Jillian wild with passion. Inside she knew he was a
loving man, it was just the fans could not see what she saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As she opened the door
Jillian came face to face with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
talking to Layla, as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> looked
around he caught sight of Jillian’s love sick smile and smirked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What, you thought I’d want a
slut like you?” Turning around <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
continued with his conversation leaving Jillian heartbroken and wanting
revenge, the same revenge that Mark and Tazz seemingly wanted. She must have
sat crying in her locker room for ages when the door silently swung open and
Mark walked in, as was his way he managed to enter silently and had been there
for a few moments before she looked up still sobbing. Strangely Jillian wasn’t
afraid of him, she just blinked a few times and continued to silently sob into
her hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Feeling compelled by
something that he could not control, Mark needed to comfort her; placing an arm
around her softly as he sat down next to her. <b><i>Why do I not feel scared? How can
this be?</i></b> Was all that Jillian could think as she began to stop her
tears falling, looking up into Taker’s eyes she saw something she never thought
she would find; compassion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want revenge, I’ll do
whatever it takes.” Was all Jillian said, breaking the silence that she had
been in since he arrived. Nodding Mark understood and got up to leave, pausing
for a moment at the door to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry he hurt you, thank
you.” Mark was always a man of little words, but everyone knew that what he
said he meant. Trying to smile Jillian continued to get ready, unsure how Taker
would make <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> pay; but knowing
she would help no matter what. As the taping got underway the night was filled
with many of Taker’s games but also many shocks and surprises, especially when
towards the end of the night <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
came out with Jillian and Rated RKO by his side. Standing in the ring <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> spouted off about how he had single handily had
rid Smackdown of both Alex and Michael, he the continued to say how he had also
got rid of the legend they called Undertaker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before he had the chance to
go any further the lights had gone out and the fans were on their feet screaming
for the Undertaker, seconds later as the ominous bells toll the fans know they
are getting what they want. However, as Taker’s music played and he never
showed everyone in the arena, and those in the ring looked around to try
understand. Then up on the titron a video began to play, many had seen this
type before. It began as some dark images flashed on the screen and began to
flicker with images of the Undertaker, then one image came on the screen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was of those in the ring; <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, Rated RKO and Jillian. With Taker ready to
give his speech, the picture of the four in the ring was almost doused in some
form of red oozing liquid. By now the arena had a good idea what it meant, but <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was being his defiant self and began to spout
off again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You think I’m scared of this
little parlour game, do you know who I am?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
had no idea that Taker could hear him, nor did the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“A Dead man walking…” Taker
said the menace in his voice obvious; the fans all screaming for Taker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>…
Orton… Edge… You all will Rest. In. Peace.” Taker’s words chilled the air, as
the photograph appeared to set light to itself. The only ones Taker had not
mentioned was Vince and Jillian, all in the ring thought that was a good thing;
everyone else knew better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">On the screen came a picture
of Vince alone, it was a picture that no one had seemingly seen before. As the
fans; and many superstars assumed, Taker would be saving something special for
Vince. But in truth it was only Vince that need to worry, as his picture
suffered the same fate as the one previous; Taker spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Vince, for your sins; you
need to be punished… everyone will suffer for what you have done…” As Mark’s
voice became colder and darker the fans went wild, but no one knew what Taker
was about to do; or say for that matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You cannot run and can no
longer hide, your life belongs to me now; do not fight it, give in to the dark
side.” With Mark’s last words there was a chill in the air that could not be
mistaken. The arena went pitch black again for a few moments, then as the
lights came back on Jillian was out of the ring and nowhere to be seen. But
more disturbingly as the arena was filled with Taker’s trade mark purple blue
light and then those in the ring was covered in this blood type liquid, as the
dark images of death and the Undertaker flashed up on the screen and began to
flicker the image of those in the ring; and Vince came onto the screen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In blood like liquid written
across the picture was the words; <b><i><u>WRESTLEMANIA</u></i></b>. It was followed
by their names; <st1:stockticker w:st="on"><b><i><u>JBL</u></i></b></st1:stockticker><b><i>, <u>RATED</u>
<u>RKO</u>, <u>VINCE</u>. </i></b>All followed with the words that filled fear
into ever one in the whole arena, and every superstar who dared to stay tuned; <b><i><u>HELL</u>
<u>IN</u> <u>A</u> <st1:stockticker w:st="on"><u>CELL</u></st1:stockticker>!</i></b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh shit, we are in trouble.”
Randy said as he turned to see his partner Edge’s face drained of its entire
colour, neither man wanted this match; but thanks to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and his big mouth they had to fight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As they all split up, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was left trying to find Jillian; not that he
really cared about her. As he stood covered in this sticky bloody liquid <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> began to think of Layla and soon forgot all
about Jillian, watching how easily she was tossed aside by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> Rated RKO knew this was not their fight. With <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> looking for Layla and Rated RKO talking about
how they get out of this mess, Mark stood smiling; knowing it would only be a
matter of time. With Jillian sat in Tazz’s dressing room she began to ponder
what would happen next, she had seen the images and heard Taker’s words; she
would be lying if she had said she was not scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Taker’s going to destroy <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> isn’t he?” Jillian said, after a long time of
silence. Tazz looked at her for a moment, thinking how to reassure her and also
keep her onside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark wants to protect his
friends, that’s all. Why do you care about a man that doesn’t care for you
Jillian, he’s not looking for you is he?” Tazz started to say, taking a deep
breath and telling her the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If it was me, I would have
been protecting you not cowering in the corner… and I would have been to find
you by now!” Turning away, Tazz hoped she would understand and help them out.
Smiling Jillian headed over to where Tazz stood unaware, within seconds she had
laid a soft gentle kiss upon his cheek; blushing as he looked around with
shock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you.” Was all she
said, and all she could say as Mark walked in. There was something about his demeanour
that was different to the man who both had seen earlier, neither spoke allowing
Mark to do what he needed to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Pete, make sure Jillian
get’s back alright.” Was all he said as he grabbed his bags and left, not
stopping to add anything else. Shrugging their shoulders Tazz nodded to
Jillian, who seemed happy he was with her; thankful he was a soft tough guy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In truth it wasn’t that far
to Jillian’s hotel, but nevertheless Tazz made sure she was in her room safely.
He could not explain why, but he did not want to leave her alone. He had never
looked twice at Jillian before, and he knew she would be okay alone; so why did
he feel like he had to stay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look, do you mind if I stay
for a while; I just would feel better knowing you were safe.” Tazz said,
looking into the eyes of a woman who seemed to need him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please stay Ta… Pete.”
Jillian said, she could not explain it; but she felt like a child who needed to
be looked after and protected. Taking off his jacket, Jillian fixed them both a
drink as both tried to relax. Handing him the drink, Jillian was not prepared
for her emotions to play tricks on her as their hands touched; somehow that
night their drinks went untouched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, please… promise me you
won’t hurt him that much?” Linda said, almost as if she was begging him; Mark
smiled. Linda had seen, like all the other superstars and fans how Taker acted
that night. In her heart she knew Mark was not going to really hurt anyone, but
in her mind she also saw the look in his eyes; she knew something was up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, what are you hiding? I
know you… something is wrong.” Linda said softly, knowing to tread softly
around Mark at times like this. His eyes were dark and filled with something
she had never seen before, it was like a controlled rage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please Linda, just sign the
match.” Was all Mark said, his mind focused and filled with what was best.
Nodding Linda made the match and sighed deeply, she knew she could have just
signed her husbands own death warrant. As she looked away for a moment, Linda
looked back only to find Mark’s calling card; a single black rose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh please God, no.” Linda
said softly, putting her face in her hands and sobbing silently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex and Michael had no idea
when they got back to their respective brands just all that had been happening,
Tazz had spent the night with Jillian and Mark had seemingly turned into a
heel. With no real idea what to do or what was happening to Mark, Alex would
seek out Cena to find friendship with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So have you heard from
Mark?” John said as the two began to get ready for their tag team match, since
coming to RAW both Cena and Alex had become really close. Not that Cena would
ever admit that to Mark, everyone on all brands knew that Alex was Mark’s girl.
As strange as that sounded, every time Alex heard it said; it felt right and
almost second nature.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I have no idea what is
happening John, I just hope he is okay.” Alex said as she shook her head,
sighing deeply. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about No Way Out?” John
said, knowing that there was no way Taker would let Vince and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> have any peace. Shrugging her shoulders, Alex
knew what Mark was like and assumed he had something planned for No Way Out
too; not that she knew what it would be until the day of the show.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Maybe he’ll bring the Hell
In A Cell match forward?” John half said and half-thought, as he headed off to
get coffee; leaving Alex alone with her thoughts and concerns.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Ohh Mark, please be okay…”
Alex whispered out loud, unaware that he could not only hear her but also see
her. Reaching out as if to touch her, Mark cursed himself silently as he
quickly snapped his hand back. His heart was breaking and the one person that
could stop it, she was also the one person he could not tell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex headed off to the
canteen her mind was still on Mark, so much so that she did not notice Vince
power striding towards her; closely followed by Linda.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How dare you try bully your
way into getting back onto Smackdown?” Vince boomed towards her, Alex not
realizing it was actually her he was talking to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I am the boss and the
chairman, I tell <b><i><u>YOU</u></i></b> what to do; not the other way round…” Vince
continued, seemingly as mad as hell. To be fair as Alex tried her best to
figure out what she had done, Linda did all she could to pull Vince away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Vince, leave her alone; she
doesn’t know!” Linda looked at Alex and sort of apologized as she tried to lead
Vince away, leaving Alex very confused. In truth she understood, but had no
real idea why Vince seemingly had it in for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry he’s just in a
blind panic about the match he talked himself into…” Linda began as Vince had
power walked off too harass someone else, in truth Linda felt this was all
Vince’s doing as usual; but he would never listen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s just Mark has seemingly
gone into a controlled rage and Vince is worried…” Linda continued, hoping this
would get Alex to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I didn’t know Linda, I have
not been able to speak to Mark…” Alex said realizing something was indeed very
wrong, hoping Mark would not do anything either would regret.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I care so much about Mark
Linda, I don’t want anything to happen to him!” She added, as Linda headed off
to try control Vince. Both Cena and Alex had a good night, everything had gone
well and both headed off to their hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Can I ask you something
Alex?” Cena tenderly asked, hoping he was not about to step over the line.
Nodding, Alex said yes as Cena spoke again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why Cole? I mean, why did
you choose him.” Shyly smiling, Alex tried to let out a laugh; easing the
tension she was feeling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well John, I like the person
he is. He’s a nice guy, and sensitive too!” Alex paused as she smiled, the
sound of Michael’s name coming from her lips bringing warmth to her heart she
had been missing for a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love the way he makes me
feel, and the feeling I get when I think of him… Does that make sense?” Alex
continued, looking to John who was silent for a while before nodding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I understand, I just thought
you would have found that with Mark… he seems to have found that in you.” The
moment he had said it, John regretted it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry, I should not have
said anything.” He apologized, before leaving. Alex must have sat in a shocked
silence for a good hour before she realized her cell phone was ringing, shaking
herself too as she answered it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey beautiful, just wondered
if all is okay? I tried calling a while ago and you never answered.” His voice
was soft, warm and full of concern; smiling at the sound of his voice Alex
spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Everything is just fine
Michael, just missing you. Have you heard from Mark or Tazz?” She had to ask,
she needed to know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I was just about to ask you
the same, it is as if they have just disappeared off the face of the earth!”
Michael answered, as they talked; well in truth he talked she listened, Alex’s
mind went back to what John had just said. For the first time since they had
met, Alex actually doubted herself. Was her friend and a man; up until moments
ago she would have called her hero, actually more than that. But now as she sat
there, her mind on another man as she tried to talk to her boyfriend; Alex was
not sure of anything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before she knew what was
happening Michael had hung up and she was trying to sleep, not really sure if
she would actually be getting any. Realizing that sleeping would be nigh on
impossible, Alex called Mark’s number; not sure what to say only that she
needed to say something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please Mark; pick up so I
know you are alright, I am worried about you…” Alex left the self same message
on Mark’s answering machine that she had been leaving for the past three weeks,
still she had not heard from him. In truth Alex was now more worried about Mark
than what Cena had said, she knew he could be notoriously devoid of human
emotions; but Alex always felt as though this was just his stage character. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had never been like this
with her, they had known each other three years; and in those three years she
always felt like he had been able to be himself around her. But now, this was
different; he was being too much like the “Lord of Darkness” character he had portrayed
years before. That man was certainly a heel and, by all accounts a nasty piece
of work; surely this was not happening again? <b><i>Guess we’ll find out at No Way
Out</i></b>, Alex thought to herself as she got ready to head for Smackdown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Even though she was no longer
part of Smackdown, truth was that Alex never missed a broadcast. Partly due to
Michael but also because she genuinely loved the shows, but this week she would
wish she had not tuned in. As soon as the show kicked off Vince was in the ring
with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, demanding that Cole join
them in the ring… With Tazz knowing this could be trouble he tried to go with
Michael, but was stopped by Edge and Orton; in truth they didn’t want to be
here but had their orders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Where’s your girlfriend
Cole?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> began, sneering down
his nose at Michael who was scared to death by this point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh that’s right, I helped
get rid of her sorry ass didn’t I?” He went on, backing Michael into the ring
corner. All Michael could do was timidly stand there as he continued to get
bullied by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, praying that he
would not have to fight back again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Think your friend Tazz can
help you?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> asked, as Michael
looked over to his friend only to see him being beaten by Orton and Edge. Tazz
tried to fight back, and to be fair neither Orton nor Edge really wanted to
mess with Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tazz, if you fight back I’ll
fire both of you. Now kick his ass you two!” Vince demanded, enjoying how Edge
and Orton almost destroyed a defenceless Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about your new friend
Undertaker huh, you think he is gonna save your sorry ass?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> continued, grabbing Michael so he was forced to
watch Tazz being beaten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Taker, you wanna play games
with me?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> began, kicking
Michael to the ground for a moment while he continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m gonna take everything
you care about, and kill it. You will regret calling me out boy!” His words
harsh and meant, as he watched Michael get up slowly <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
told Vince and Taker to watch. Seconds later <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was hitting Michael with his clothesline from hell move, very fast and very
hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex knew he was unconscious
the second he had hit the ground, and with it came her tears; watching as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> spat on him for good measure and left the ring
with Vince. With Orton and Edge not sure what to do, they watched on as Tazz
rushed to the ring; trying to bring his friend round. As Michael came round he
already knew Alex had seen what happened, begging Tazz to make sure she was
okay. With Linda and others rushing to his side, Michael tried his best to be
strong. In the back all that Michael wanted to know was if Tazz and Alex were
okay, while all Alex wanted to know was why Mark had not come out to help him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is Pete okay Linda? What
about Alex, I know she saw tonight.” Michael managed to breathlessly say as he
coughed and spluttered, holding onto Michael’s hand all Linda could do was look
on helplessly; cursing her husband’s choices. With Tazz being patched up in
another trainer’s room, Jillian silently slipped inside. Before he had the
chance to say anything Jillian had softly kissed him upon the lips, letting him
know firmly that the night they had spent together was not a one off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m so, so sorry Pete…”
Jillian said as she began to softly kiss his wounds better, outside Orton and
Edge made sure Tazz and Jillian had sometime together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We have to get out of this
Randy…” Edge began, looking to his friend. Both men had, at one time or another
made a name for themselves as being outrageous; but even they both had to admit
that this was taking things one too far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And how the hell are we
meant to go against Vince? He’s got that damn bee in his bonnet now!” Orton
replied, not wanting to loose his job now he had a family to take care of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In some dark secluded part of
the building Mark watched all that had unfolded, hating himself for letting
Michael and his friends go through this. Inside his heart was in turmoil, he
wanted to say so much but knew he could not. He knew how much pain Alex would
be in having to watch Michael and Tazz get destroyed, he knew that she was
hurting from not having spoke to him for such a long time. In truth it had been
the worst four weeks of Mark’s life, but he knew deep inside it was for the
best. To win the match he had asked for and to get what he wanted, Mark had to
be the man he feared deep down inside. He had been sat there with the silver
jagged edged dagger in his hands for the past four hours, knowing what needed
to be done; but still not wanting to do it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I have no other choice, to
get my revenge I have to be that beast once more.” Mark thought to himself, he
was all too aware of what this would mean; but he had to take the risk. Make
hated playing the Lord of Darkness character, he hated the way that Undertaker
cared for nothing and no one. But his heart was going through more than that,
his heart longed for what he could not possess. Angrily he wiped at his eyes,
not willing to allow a tear to form let alone fall. As Mark began chanting
words in an ancient language long dead and forgotten, he knew what he needed to
do next. Taking the cold hard silver dagger, he ran the blade across his wrist;
letting the blood drain slowly into the silver chalice beneath his hand. Once
the chalice was full to the brim, Mark took off his black wrestling shirt and
laid it upon the cold hard floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Rise my minions, my Druids;
rise!” Mark said as he poured the deep red bloody liquid from the chalice over
his shirt, watching how it began to smoke and become surrounded with a dense
white fog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come forth from the depths
of Hell and do my bidding…” He continued, the fog growing thicker as one after
another cloaked demonic figures came from the darkness and began to surround
The Undertaker. Each were clothed in the usual black hooded robes, Undertaker
peered into the hoods and saw nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are the first of my
Ministry, now go and collect me more unfortunate souls…” He commanded, as they
seemingly just vanished into thin air. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I… I am the Lord of
Darkness…” He said aloud, his voice steady even though his hands were not. In
the back of his mind he could see Alex, he could see her sad smile and
beautiful eyes; he knew she would be the one to save him… <b><i>IF</i></b> she could survive him!
With the dagger now in his big hands once more, Undertaker knew what he had to
do now. He placed the tip against his bare chest and dragged it slowly down and
then quickly across, making a T shape in his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The cuts were deep and his
breathing became irregular as the pain passed over him in waves, blood began
dripping from the wounds as he watched it pool in the floor at his feet; it
became hard for him to focus but he had to finish. Holding his breath, he cut
and X shape across the lower part of the T; finishing the symbol and falling to
the cold hard floor. He found the coldness of the hard floor soothing against
the burning pain that coursed throughout his aching body, something in his
mind; or maybe his heart stopped him for a moment. It told him to think before
giving his soul for revenge, to think about the one he loved more than life
itself. Maybe it was something in his heart that told him he might not be able
to come back from this, what if the blackness took the one who could save him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">All Alex wanted to do was go
to Michael’s side; all she could do was sit there and watch everything unfold.
Even after Smackdown had gone off the air Alex was still sat looking helplessly
at the blank fuzzy screen in front of her, a million and one questions going
through her mind all at once; none of them making even the slightest bit of
sense. But as Mark entered her thoughts she knew that something was wrong,
something had changed that night. Now her mind was filled with why he had not
run out to save Tazz or Michael, they were all meant to be friends. She trusted
Mark with her life, and felt that he would always protect her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Why then, would he not save
her now? That night Michael had left her, Mark was the one there to sooth her
fear and dried her tears; this man who never came to help was not Mark
seemingly. And then her thoughts began to turn to what John had said, surely if
Mark loved her he would have stopped her friends from getting hurt. He would
have wanted to stop her tears, which Alex knew were very closer to falling; her
heart was being torn apart and she had no idea why let alone if she could stop
them. Moments later all she could hear was her cell phone ringing, picking it
up the voice on the other end told her all she needed to know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What happened sis?” Gabby
had, much like most of RAW been watching events unfold; she knew her friend was
hurting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Gabby, I really
don’t know.” Was all Alex could managed to say, as she tried to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Where are you staying? Dave
said he’d come pick you up; neither of us want you to be alone…” Gabby said,
who looked to Dave; already stood with his cars keys in his hand and ready to
go.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t need to fear <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> or Vince; neither of them know where I am…”
Alex began to say, before Gabby cut her off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s not them we are worried
about, it’s Mark…” The fear in Gabby’s tone was unmistakable, for the first
time Alex actually felt fear; albeit for a split second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh come on, why would I need
to fear Mark? He’s always been the one man I could rely upon!” In truth though,
Alex was scared. Although Mark had never shown her any cause to be afraid,
there was no denying that something was not the same. Mark was no longer the
person Alex thought he was, had he been there was no way he would have let
Michael or Tazz get hurt. Sighing deeply, Alex agreed to staying with Gabby and
Dave until No Way Out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You don’t really believe
Mark would hurt me do you Sis?” Alex asked as the two best friends spent the
night talking, with Dave protectively watching over them from in the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Truth is I no long know what
to believe, this is so not like the man I met…” Gabby replied, looking over to
Dave who smiled a genuine smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“For three years I worked
with Mark, he never once gave me cause or reason to fear him!” Alex replied
sadly, trying to understand what was going on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know sis, I know… but you
have to remember this isn’t Mark, this is not your friend.” Was all Gabby could
say, as Alex broke down and cried; tears for Mark, Tazz and Michael, but also
tears for herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">All had gone well in the run
up to No Way Out, Alex had been well looked after by Cena, Batista and DX; all
promising to be there if she needed a friend. For the actual show Cena and
Batista teamed up with DX, to take on Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase; and two
opponents of their choosing. But with Alex in their corner it would be Cena and
his teammates who thought they had the upper hand, little did they know it would
take one calling card from Mark to change that. Alex was already settled into
her locker room when Cena came by, asking if all was alright and if she wanted
company.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know you can look after
yourself, but what kind of friend would I be if I did not worry?” John said, as
he smiled and sat next to Alex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know John, and thank you.
I appreciate it.” Alex said softly as they talk in general and began to get
ready for their match, soon however they were being joined by Batista and
Gabby. The three friends spent a lot of time together chatting away and
enjoying each other’s company, in truth it was all to help Alex forget about
all that had been happening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the show began <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> came out to loud boos and jeers, standing in
the ring glaring down at Michael who almost cowered behind Tazz; and began to
call the Taker out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I thought tonight would be
the perfect night for me to get rid of you Undertaker once and for all…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> began, seemingly ultra confident.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> “I’m ready to end this once and for all Taker,
are you?” He went on, taking hold of a shovel from his big stretch limo; he
told Mark of his plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So this is how it goes, you
and me. Buried Alive match. I know you like these matches, but I think you’ll
find I always get what I want.” With his evil smile everyone knew he had
something up his sleeve, had they been talking Alex would have begged Mark not
to take the match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh and Taker, it’s for the
title. If I win I get your title and you leave, if you win… well that won’t
happen, so I won’t bother telling you.” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
headed to the back, feeling like he had just already won the title. The moment
Alex and the others heard, they all knew this could be the end for Taker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I have to find Mark, he has
to call the match off.” Alex said, as she headed off in search of her friend.
With Gabby and the others begging her not to try, she had hardly stepped out
the door of her locker room when she saw it; Mark’s calling card. But this card
was not like the one Alex would normally get, this time it was the same one that
he gave to indicate death to the receiver; a single black rose. Looking to Cena
and Batista, then Gabby; Alex almost managed to get inside before she began to
cry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just don’t understand it…”
Shawn said, as he and Hunter headed for Alex’s locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark was so protective of
her only a few months back, what could have changed so quickly?” Shawn
continued, as they rounded the corner and saw Jillian being laid into again by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Dunno Shawn, but you can
betcha bottom dollar that he’s got something to do with it…” Hunter answered,
as they both wished <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had stay
where he was as an announcer. With both Shawn and Hunter sat in Alex’s locker
room, along with Cena and Batista; Alex knew she was safe. Trouble was that
rose from Mark had really shaken her, she just could not understand that the
man whom she had cried upon was this same person. In her heart she wanted to
find him and see for herself just what had happened, but now she had her ‘<b><i>bodyguards</i></b>’
there was little chance for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on John, I don’t think
you need my help; especially if you have the help of the Boss…” Jillian
pleaded, trying to find any excuse to not get involved. Truth was that since
she and Tazz had become close, Jillian would do everything she could to avoid
helping <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“All I want you to do is get
Alex on her own, is that too much to ask for me sweet lips?” God how Jillian
hated the way <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> spoke to her
now, she used to dream of the days he would call her that; now she hated it.
The only man she wanted to hear say it was Tazz, for someone who was; to all
intents and purposes a thug, Tazz was deceptively tender and an incredible
lover. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Every time he touched her,
Jillian could feel her whole body tingle; she longed for his safe arms and
tender touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ll do what I can…” Was all
she could say, as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> headed off
to the chairman’s office. Within seconds of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
leaving, Jillian was in Tazz’s safe warm arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God how I hate that man
Pete…” She began, wanting to get more out; but as they shared a true lover’s
kiss somehow Jillian forgot all about what she wanted to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Silently he sat in the darken
boiler room, somewhere deep in the bowels of the arena; <b><i>the perfect place to bury them</i></b>,
Mark thought to himself. He had spent the past four to five weeks trying to
become the Lord of Darkness again, and while he had most of it perfect; there
was just one little thing that was being a problem to him… Alex. Deep inside
him, Mark was still Mark and still had the same deep feelings for her as
before. And no matter how hard he tried, he just could not stop them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Damn it, how can I be the Dark Lord
if I am falling for her</span></i></b><span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">, he thought to himself. In his heart, it was the last
thing he wanted. However, in his mind, Taker knew what he had to do; he had to
bury her as he had Paul Bearer. In his mind he knew why and what he had to do,
his reasoning; maybe to convince himself was simple… she was the chink in his
armour, while she was still part of his life there was no way he could win at
Wrestlemania. If Mark had been thinking straight he would have realized that
without her in his life, there would be no reason for the match. His heart and
how he felt was clouding his judgment, so much so that the one person he was
trying to fight for became the one person he tried to destroy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Now…” He gasped, kneeling in
front of the cold dark “grave” that would be their and Mark’s final resting
place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I offer myself to the
darkness… Take me where you will. Be my Lord and Master…” As he began to finish
what he had started, his heart broke into a million pieces; closing his eyes
tightly as he lifted the dagger for a final time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I give my heart and soul to
you Master…” He finally said, plunging the dagger deep into his chest; driving
it through his broken heart and soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Dark red blood gushed from
the wound in his chest, as he slumped to the ground, unable to breathe or
focus. As his mouth was filled with his own blood he knew it would not be much
longer and that he could no longer go back, his beautiful green eyes struggled
to open as he watched all the blood drain from his body. With almost all the
blood drained from his limp and lifeless body Undertaker was just able to see
the moment when the blackness took over him, as he lay still he watched as the
red blood now became black and seemingly began re-entering him; but the pain
was almost too much for him to bear. Closing his eyes, any loose traces of Mark
that may have been within him; were all but gone now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As he sat up, he knew that by
the end of the night the blackness would have him and he would have to kill the
one he had loved more than life itself. The blackness was in his eyes and his
body; though scarred was whole again. His heart no longer existed, his soul
replaced by blackness and darkness he had vowed to never give in to again. As
he continued to plot and plan Mark headed to Alex’s locker room, laying his
calling card at her door. Walking away Mark’s heart broke completely; he had
just delivered her death warrant, the woman he had loved since he first laid
eyes upon her and he had served her notice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Silently he sat huddled into
a ball and softly cried, hiding himself away in the dark depths of the arena;
hating the man he never wanted to become. Had he still had a heart, it would
have certainly broke the moment he had left his calling card at her door.
However, he was the beast he feared, knowing full well that there was a good
chance Alex may not live to find out his true feelings for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The Undertaker stood, feeling
the power flowing through him; it had worked, he had done what he swore he
would never do. Now he truly was the Lord of Darkness, he had everything he
needed to make his plan a success. But there was one thing he needed to do
before he could set about his task, he needed to call for his protector.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come to me, for I have need
of you now. I will ignore all your past sins, come to me at once…” He chanted
as he closed his eyes and used his new power, and moments later the man was
stood there looking stunned. He had been in bed moments ago and now he was
here, wherever here was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Welcome old friend.”
Undertaker said his voice cold and emotionless. Paul Bearer could only stare at
him, wide-eyed and almost unable to believe what he was seeing. The change in
both men seemingly shocked the other, it was obvious to Paul what Taker had
done.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You… you did it to
yourself…” Paul began to say, unable to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You sacrificed yourself…
why?” Paul had to ask, he needed to know. The Undertaker stared into Paul’s
eyes and thought for a moment, he had know Paul for so long to lie to him would
be wrong; but to tell him the truth was a risk he was unsure of taking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because I wanted to…” He
began, taking the remains of his old wrestling attire and discarding it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because I am hurting and
angry, I want revenge…” He continued to say, leaving Paul with no doubt what he
was feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You do realise that…” Paul
began, quickly be cut off by the Undertaker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Paul, that’s why you
are here…” Raising his arms, the Undertaker… no, the Lord of Darkness spoke
once more as the thunder roared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What do you want from me
Lord?” Paul said, knowing in his heart that there was no denying him his
wishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I need you to help me Paul…”
He began, handing over Alex’s picture to Paul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Only you can aid me, only
you have the potential to survive the great darkness within me…” Stopping for a
moment, Paul knew the girl in the picture was special; secretly he prayed she
was not the one the Dark Lord wanted revenge on. As if he saw Paul’s
questioning looks, the Lord of Darkness spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Protect her, at all costs;
you must keep her safe…” As he answered Paul’s unasked question, a circle of
black flames suddenly surrounded both men. In truth Paul wanted to ask why, but
knew he could not; he had to do as he was asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She is the only one who can
save me Paul, no harm must ever come to her…” The Lord said, once again
seemingly sensing Paul’s questions. Holding out his hand, Paul knew what was
needed of him next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Together again eh?” Paul
asked, trying to make humour of the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Seems we’ll always be
together… I guess I will never get away.” Paul said, shuddering as he looked
into the black eyes of the man he had once call his best friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Very true Paul, very true.”
The Lord of Darkness laughed as he took Paul’s hand and coated it with thick
black blood, turning on his heels and heading through the black flames before
speaking once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I shall be back to this
mortal world very soon, I expect you to be waiting.” And with that Paul was left; alone and
wondering what the hell was about to happen next. Mark was no more, the Lord of
Darkness had replaced him and all hell was about to be unleashed. All Paul
really knew was that this girl in the picture was more than likely the cause
for Undertaker’s presence state, but something in Paul knew she was also his
reason for living too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The Lord of Darkness had
accomplished much thus far, standing there silently he allowed his mind to
wonder if he would regret his decision. He knew the price he had to pay was
normally worth the power, but this time he stood to loose much more. The only
way he could ever go back to his normal state was through the very human
emotion of love, and this he knew could be his undoing. The only one who could
love him was the one he may have to destroy; God how he hoped and prayed this
would not be the case. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had not felt human in a
long time anyway, it was only Alex that made he feel like a man; but right now
he needed to be the Demon, he needed to be in the darkness of hell; in short he
needed the blackness within him. And yet, the wings that had so often appeared
on him were still there, clear and shimmering; glowing with a pure white bright
light. However, as the night began to close in for him they began to fade away;
their pureness threatening to be extinguished forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In his mind the man Mark and
indeed the Undertaker had to die for him to be able to get the revenge he
wanted and needed so much, but had he been thinking straight he would have seen
this would do nothing but cause the one he loved more pain. By the end of the
night no one could have predicted that Undertaker would turn into the Lord of
Darkness once again or that he would end up on the brink of killing the one he
loved, and no one would have seen Alex falling for the man she thought still
existed; she would never realise until too late that Mark was almost lost to
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before Alex had the chance to
seek out Mark both Michael and Tazz came to see her, asking her to promise that
she was okay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Guys, I’m fine… I promise
everything will be fine.” Alex said, giving both Tazz and Michael a loving
smile; none of them aware of what was due to happen that night. But none of
them had much chance to think about what would happen later as Alex and the
guys had their match next, heading to the ring with Cena and Batista either
side of her Alex never saw him watching them from in the shadows. As Alex stood
watching Cena and Batista joined by DX, she had no idea that in just 60 minutes
she would be on the brink of life and death; longing for her hero to save her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the all did their routine
Alex looked to be happy and smiling, making Mark’s anger rise; here he was
going through hell and there she was, enjoying herself. In truth Alex was far
from happy, she wanted her heart and mind to be with Michael; but she knew
after what John said it would never be his anymore. Her heart was beginning to
fall for Mark, the man that was her hero and the man she could always trust;
couldn’t she? As Rhodes and DiBiase headed to the ring they waited on their
partners for the evening, Paul Burchill and the returning Chuck Palumbo; who
after missing months with injury had much to prove. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The match got underway and
was full of fast paced action, with Alex looking on and cheering her friends on
from the side lines no one had any clue what was about to happen. About half
way through the match Cody Rhodes looked to be getting the better of HBK, who
not only had started out the match but was also taking all the punishment from
the other team. Then the lights went
out, the whole arena went wild. Those in the ring however did not, more worried
about Alex than anything else. Cena was first to Alex’s side, in his mind it
was just that he was closer; to Mark it was like a red rag to a bull.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">When the lights came back on
everything seemed to be normal, but it was Cena who noticed it first. Alex was
stuck frozen to the spot, focused upon one thing in her hand. The confusion
ringside was almost too much for HBK to bare, who wanted to make sure Alex was
okay, but also needed the tag. Finally able to make the tag with Batista, Shawn
tried to be of help to Alex; who is still stuck fast to the spot. In the
distance Alex hears her friend’s pleas and concern, but all she really sees is
the rose in her hand. Even when the lights had gone out, even though her
friends were afraid; Alex was not. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">After all it was Mark, he
always promised she would never need fear him. But now, she didn’t know what to
believe; her heart racing with fear pacing through her mind. After hitting a
huge spear and spine buster, Batista picks up the win for his team. As they
celebrate in the ring Cena is the one who hugs and celebrates with Alex; who
warmly accepts the hug. Seconds later there is a huge thunderbolt of lightning
which strikes the entrance ramp twice, then the lights go out once more; leaving
Cena clinging to Alex with all he has and both Tazz and Michael fearful for
what is about to happen. In the blackness Alex knew John has hold of her but
felt the wind brush past her, causing her to softly call out his name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, please?” Alex wanted
to run into his arms, wanted him to make her safe; but the coldness in the air
told her this man would not allow that to happen. As the lights came back on
Cena was, at first pleased and thankful Alex was still with him. And the he saw
the third black rose, taking her in his arms quickly; Cena carried Alex back to
their dressing room and hopefully to safety.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Sweetheart stay here, I’ll
go get Michael…” John said softly, trying to be the good friend. Nodding but
not really taking it all in, Alex stood alone in her locker room; allowing the
silence and fear to overtake her. Everything she thought, everything she felt
and knew had been turned upside down and now Alex had no idea what was up and
what was down. Her heart needed to be with Mark, inside her heart he was still
the same person that had become her hero. But her mind and senses were
screaming at her to walk away, this Mark had seemingly threw aside their
friendship and was hell bent on destroying her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">None of it made any sense,
the only thing Alex was certain of was that she would not wait to find out her
fate; she had to have some control. Against her better judgment Alex headed off
to seek out Mark, bumping into Jillian on her way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you okay Alex? Me and
Pete have been so worried about you…” She asked, hugging Alex close in a warm
and genuine embrace; seemingly genuinely concerned. Nodding the two women
passed the time of day before Alex said she needed to go, Jillian was not a
fool she knew what was happening. Mark turning into a heel was one thing, but
how <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> sounded it would become
quickly clear to Jillian that John Bradshaw Layfield had more than one trick up
his sleeve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> “Please be careful Alex, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> wants me to get you out into the open; I think
he is planning something!” Jillian hugged Alex to her warmly once more and then
left, leaving Alex afraid. For the first time since her college days Alex was
scared, if she had been thinking straight she would have gone running to
Michael and stayed with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But something about what Cena
had said about Mark began to get her mind thinking, <b><i>why won’t my heart tell me what
to do</i></b> Alex thought as she searched for Mark. As she walked further away
from the safe confines of her locker room and deeper into the bowels of the
arena, Alex’s mind was already too busy working overtime to see the dangers
that lay ahead. Meanwhile, Taker and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
began to fight in the ring and had been doing so for a good 20 minutes as Alex
walked further and further into the trap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Soon Taker and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> were out of the ring and the fight was heading
all over the arena, and heading towards the direction of Alex who was unaware
to all that was going on. Alex’s friends had finally found Cole; but now
seemingly had lost Alex, but moments later they would find out where she was.
Alex was not sure what she saw first, the dangers or Vince’s cold rough hands
grabbing her from behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You think you are gonna
embarrass me huh?” He angrily seethed into Alex’s ear, leaving her with no
doubt she was in trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well, you’re gonna pay!” He
added as Alex watched Mark being beaten to a pulp by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
who was headed for them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look who we found Taker…
it’s your little friend.” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
sneered at Mark as he gave him a hard Irish whip into a steel doorway, causing
Mark to cry out; as Alex saw Mark’s pain, she had to call out to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark…” As he heard her cry
for him, Mark knew he needed to end this. In the moment that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had stopped for two seconds to taunt Mark, Mark
had almost kicked his head off and laid <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
out on the floor. With Mark’s focus on Vince’s direction, no one knew it was
actually Alex he would go for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But before he had a chance,
Alex was calling for him; alerting him to the fact he needed to put <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> away. As Mark took hold of the lead pipe nearby
he knew what was needed, and without missing a beat he did his job. Burying
Alive <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and winning the match,
everyone in the arena knew things were not finished. As Mark coldly headed
towards Alex, it suddenly dawned on her that this was indeed not Mark. Now she
had fear in her eyes, now she was afraid of this man stood in front of her. If
Mark had looked into her eyes, he would have seen the fear; but of course he
knew that. His heart was breaking, but Mark could not allow himself to feel the
pain yet. Mark was within easy reach of Alex who was trying not to cry, when
she called out to him; alerting him of trouble. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark look out…” Alex may
have been scared but, at least she still had some trust left for Mark; Vince
was a different matter. Within seconds Mark had stopped Vince from using the
same lead pipe he had taken <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
out with, and with a rage he had not felt often Mark took all his anger; pain;
hurt and frustrations out on Vince. With Alex cowering in the corner she
watched how Mark turned into this violent angry machine, beating Vince to
within an inch of his life. Looking at his handy work Mark realized Alex was
still cowering in the corner and had seen all that he had done, turning his
attentions to her she had no idea what was about to happen. Never looking at
her Mark could feel her fear, with each step his heart broke even more. Even
though she was scared to death of this bloody figure stood towering over her,
Alex allowed her heart to act.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God Mark, I am so glad
you are okay…” She began, the way he looked at her told her things were different.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark?” Alex said
questioningly, as she got up and dusted herself off. There was nothing in his
eyes but darkness; it was something Alex had never seen before. Without another
word Mark had thrown Alex over his shoulder and carried her away, disappearing
into the blackness of the arena. Alex’s heart was too scared to beat, the fear
she felt was being felt by all Alex’s friends too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Dave, tell me she’ll be
okay?” Gabby tearfully sobbed into Batista’s chest, hugging her close was the
only answer Dave could give her. Cena had spent most the time looking for
Michael, but then when Alex needed him most John found out just where Michael
was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ll look after you Linda,
you know I have always cared for you…” Michael said softly as he touched
Linda’s arm tenderly, as Cena began to walk away he caught sight of a
television monitor; watching as Taker almost dragging Alex away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, what is it? This is
me, Alex… Mark?” Alex tried to get through to him, as he tossed her onto the
mattress on the cold hard floor. He knew what he had to do; doing it though was
another matter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shut up… I am not your
friend.” Mark said coldly, his mind telling him to do it; his heart still
begging him not to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“For me to win at
Wrestlemania I need to be flawless…” Mark began, staring at the floor and never
looking to Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are the chink in my
armour and I need to get rid of it.” Mark continued, not wanting to look up;
knowing the moment that he did he would loose the blackness completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How can you say I am your
chink, Mark I thought we gave each other strength?” Alex said, speaking from
the heart rather than allowing the fear she felt inside to show through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are my weakness, I must
destroy all my weaknesses…” Mark began to say, trying to fight with his inner
demons. Coming towards her, Alex knew he had evil intentions on his mind. Still
she could not, or would not believe that Mark was lost to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look at me Mark, please look
me in the eyes…” Boldly Alex touched his face softly, his eyes shot open and
fixed upon her own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You want me gone Mark? Fine,
but look me in the eyes as you do; don’t be a coward towards me!” Alex seethed
angrily, seemingly from out of nowhere. Her anger seemed to be from the fact
that he felt she was worthless, in truth of course it was far from the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If I don’t do this, I cannot
win at Wrestlemania!” Mark said softly, looking away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And if you do this what are
you fighting for then Mark?” Alex said, her anger dying down. Her words rang
true for Mark, but still he had to stop his weakness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How can you do this Mark?
What happened to the man I was falling in love with…” Alex began, not realizing
until too late that her heart; did indeed belong to Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“That’s why I have to…” Mark
began, his voice trailing off as he looked into Alex’s eyes. He saw fear,
compassion, hurt and love; <b><i>she cannot fall in love with me!</i></b>
Mark thought, his heart finally seeing that she too; felt the same way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Then do it, Mark for you I
will do anything. Because I love you, but I cannot be afraid of you!” Alex said
honestly, looking up into Mark’s eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark understand that there
is no way you can go win the Wrestlemania match, if I am no longer here; there
is no reason for you to fight.” Alex finished saying, turning her head away to
cry. Not ready for Mark’s next move. Once again he threw Alex over his
shoulder, this time taking her back to his house on the beach. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For the past two hours since
Taker had took Alex; Cena led the constant calls and texts to her cell phone,
trying with all he had to find her. With Dave giving as much comfort as he
could to Gabby, it was down to Cena to make the calls as Hunter and Shawn
trawled everywhere they could think of to find Alex. With Tazz and Jillian
trying to lend any support that they could, the only one not there was Michael.
Michael was doing what his heart was telling him to do, he was being the hero
he had promised Linda he always would be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you for staying with
me Michael, I’m glad you are here.” Linda said softly, as she laid her head
upon his shoulder. She knew it was wrong to feel this way, but there was
something about Michael that appealed to her. As happy as she was with the off
screen Vince she was married too, there was something she got from Michael that
she could never find in Vince no matter how hard she tried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey you know I meant what I
said Linda, I will always be your hero…” Michael said softly as he held her
hand, closing his eyes for a moment he enjoyed the feeling of her leaning on
him. In his mind, Michael still loved and cared for Alex; his heart however was
telling him different. However, seeing how John Cena and Mark seemed so close
to her, who was Michael kidding to say that it was going to work out between
him and Alex. In truth things between them had not been brilliant since she had
been drafted back to RAW, even that week they spent together had not helped
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Michael, I don’t want to
stay here… will you take me back to the hotel?” Linda said, her tears
threatening to fall. Nodding, Michael led Linda off to his car; unaware that
they would both find themselves standing on that brink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex honey, we are all so
worried about you; call us if you can please.” Cena said for what seemed like
the fiftieth time, looking to Dave who was holding a sobbing Gabby in his arms.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look, Taker could have
finished the job earlier…” John tried to say, quickly shutting up again. With
Dave and both Hunter and Shawn glaring at him, in his mind John knew what he
meant but obviously was not making himself clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry guys, I just…”
John began, trying to find the right words he needed. Thankfully he was saved
by Jillian and Tazz turning up, they all knew what had happened; all had seen
how Taker took a scared Alex away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Any luck?” Tazz said, as he
sat on the couch; close to Jillian. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Nothing… we have all tried
everything and everywhere.” John said, thankful Tazz had taken some of the heat
from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Has anyone seen Cole?” Tazz
said, making all aware that the one person who needed to be there was not.
Before anyone had the chance to answer the door had swung open and in walked an
unlikely friend, he was met with not only contempt but also suspicion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look, I know I am the last
person you guys want to or expected to see; but I had to come.” Orton said,
checking behind him; aware that his job and life could be on the line.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Truth is I can’t just stay
silent anymore, I know my livelihood is on the line; but I want to help.” Orton
said honestly, deep down and despite everything; Randy knew that what happened
to Alex was way out of line.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Cole is with Linda, I think
they are still at the hospital; I don’t know where Alex is.” Randy said,
realizing that there was more to this than met the eye. None of the friends
quite knew what to make of Orton or his statements, but all could tell he was
being honest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the hell is Cole
playing at?” Tazz said, his anger rising. He had known Michael for years, the
two were essentially best friends; so they knew each other inside out. Which is
why Tazz could not understand why Cole was so intent on playing with fire and
hurting Alex in this way, truth be told he never really needed to ask what Cole
was doing; he already knew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Surely he couldn’t be, you
know… could he?” Cena said, not wanting to think about it; but then his mind
went back to their conversation before Taker took Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell me how I can help?”
Randy said, realizing that he had come this far and could no longer go back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We have to find Alex, she
cannot find out about this!” Dave said, looking to a nodding Randy; seemingly
promising all the help they needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about Cole?” Tazz said,
looking to Dave who was silently trying to say what he really felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know, but I think
you two should find them and keep an eye on them.” Tazz knew what Dave meant,
in truth so did the whole room. With Shawn and Hunter heading off, followed by
Cena and Orton; it left the two couples together for a moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think John knows more than
he is letting on.” Gabby said, looking to first Dave and then Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Something about his words, I
think something bad is going to happen.” She continued, clinging onto Dave with
all she had; the last thing she wanted was to loose her best friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on sweetheart, Alex
will be okay.” Dave said, wishing he actually believed himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">No matter how hard she tried
Linda could not shift the longing she had deep within her, lord knows it had
been years since her husband had took such care over her. Michael was always
the type of gentleman that would make sure the lady was safe first, above all
else the lady came first. They had taken a long drive back to the hotel,
stopping off once to get refreshments. This gave Tazz, Jillian and Orton the
chance to get to the hotel just before Michael and Linda. In his mind all he
was doing was showing Linda to her room, but as Orton watched he knew it was
something more than that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Cole’s just taken Linda to
her room, Alex doesn’t deserve this…” Orton said as Tazz and Jillian came over,
having just come from checking Alex’s hotel room. Tazz was in favour of
storming up into her room and beating the crap out of Cole, but it was
Jillian’s cooler head that made him listen to Randy and wait; all three heading
up to Linda’s room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Michael I can’t thank you
enough for all you have been to me…” Linda began, cautious and careful not to
overstep the mark. Handing her a glass of bourbon Michael knew in his mind what
he wanted, but as he downed the glass of bourbon he had in his hand Michael
began to think with something other than his brain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You know Michael; ever since
that day you came to my rescue I have always had feelings for you…” Linda
began, sitting close to him on the bed. Linda was sure Michael felt the same
for her as she did for him, so taking a chance she made her move; softly
kissing his cheek, not moving as he turned to face her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God Linda, I love you…”
Was all Michael could breathlessly say as he moved closer and the two began to
kiss passionately, both being driven by something neither felt they could
control. Although when his night started Michael’s mind was on Alex, now he found
that she was the last thing on his mind; as their relationship seemed to be
over, his and Linda’s was just beginning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In the three years she had
known him, Alex had often heard Mark talk about how much he loved the sea and
the beach; he would always talk of how calm and chilled he felt there. Now as
she sat in the darken room of his beach house all Alex could do was fear his
intentions, the man she was with still was not the Mark she knew. He had not
spoken since they had left the boiler room in the arena; any attempt at
conversation Alex had made was just blanked. Mark would not talk nor answer her
questions, but if she tried to leave he would stop her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, please talk to me or
let me go!” Alex pleaded for like the hundredth time, still there was silence.
Nothing in Mark’s eyes showed he cared still, but the fact he had not hurt her
did. After a long moment of silence, Mark finally spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m not Mark…” He began,
being cut off before he could finish.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yeah I know, you are the
Lord of Darkness; what you want me to fear you or beg you?” Alex said
defiantly, there was nothing in his eyes; he was seemingly no longer Mark. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You <b><i><u>will</u></i></b> fear me and
you <b><i><u>will</u></i></b>
beg me to let you go…” Mark seethed into Alex’s face with as much menace as he
could muster, still Alex was adamant she would not fear this man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Inside of you, I know you
are still Mark. I will not fear that man, and I will not beg!” Alex said,
trying not to be afraid as she looked Mark deep in the eye. Within seconds
Mark’s huge hand was around Alex’s neck, he tighten his grip slightly as he
pushed her up against a wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Beg me to stop!” He
commanded, now the blackness had him; he had to go where it led him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Never…” Alex began, as tears
fell from her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I cannot fear the man that
loves me, the man who promised me he would protect me forever.” As his grip
tightened, Alex felt him lift her off the ground. After all she had been
through this should have scared her enough to beg, but it did not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before she had the chance to
say anything more Alex watched as the room changed into something that
resembled a gothic church and altar, her heart was beating in her chest so loud
now that she thought he would see it. Alex could feel the life being squeezed
out of her body and if she was honest, she was scared to death. She knew that
Mark was no longer than man she had just fallen for, she knew he was not about
to stop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark…” Alex began her breath
ragged and raspy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you Mark, kill me if
you must; but know I will never fear you…” Alex felt so lightheaded, as he
continued to squeeze and lift her from the ground. With all the strength left
in her body she reached out, touching his cheek softly. Wiping the tear he
never knew had fallen, she looked into his eyes; whispering that she loved him
before shutting her eyes. As her eyes closed the Lord won, Mark dropped Alex to
the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Paul, come to me now old
friend…” The Lord said, closing his eyes and summoning his old friend to his
side. Within seconds Paul was by his Lord’s side, as soon as he saw Alex’s limp
almost lifeless body lying there; he knew the Lord was out of control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, she is the one…” Paul
said softly, not sure how he could fix this mess that confronted him. For a
moment his heart did not beat, as it began to dawn on him she would rather die
than be afraid of him; Mark began to regain his senses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Paul… save me!” Was all he
could manage to say, before he fell to his knees. Trying to not allow his tears
to fall, Taker tried to focus on her words before he had let her go; he tired
to hear her saying that she loved him, he knew it was the only way he could be
saved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Paul trying to bring
Taker back from the blackness, he was worried that the girl who could save his
friend would not survive. Paul had seen her willing to die rather than fear a
man that, by rights everyone feared; Paul knew she was the one who had Mark’s
heart, now all he needed to do was get her to come back to him. Placing the
black bloodied hand upon her chest, Paul was shocked how the blackness
disappeared and was replaced by pure red blood. He had never seen anything like
this before; surely she was not like them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look… my hand.” Paul said,
showing it to Taker who just managed to blink a few times as he tried to take
it all in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What is her name?” Paul
asked, more than a little aware this was technically impossible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alexandra, but her stage
name is Angel De Vil.” Mark said softly, looking to the woman who had his heart
and world in her limp hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, you know what this
means don’t you?” Paul replied, as he walked over to Mark’s side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She is the one who will save
you Mark, but you need to save her!” Paul said, before he seemingly disappeared
into the night; leaving Mark very alone and scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God, baby girl… please!”
Taker said, picking her up into his arms; begging that she would not leave him.
Laying her on his bed, softly and tenderly he nursed her as best he could.
Coming round for a moment she saw the concern in his eyes and knew it was Mark
with her; softly he touched her cheek as he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Forgive me my beautiful
angel?” it was not something she had planned but it felt right, leaning forward
she softly kissed his lips; caressing his strong jaw line as she did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Do you really love me Alex?”
Mark began, gently pulling her into his big strong embrace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I always have, I just never
saw it…” With those words, Alex knew she would never need to fear Mark again;
his heart truly belonged to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I am so, so sorry my dear
sweet beautiful friend…” Mark began, lying on his bed next to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I could never, will never stay mad at you Mark…” Alex
said softly, curling up into his big strong arms. The two fell asleep for a
while, neither realizing what lay ahead for them. As Mark watched Alex sleep
his heart began to mend, hating the man he was becoming and all that he nearly
did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I will love you always my beautiful friend, forgive me.”
Mark softly whispered as he tenderly kissed her cheek, slowly and silently he
slipped off the bed and headed outside. Sitting outside, Mark looked out to
sea; thinking about all that had led him to this moment. In his mind he had so
very nearly destroyed the one woman he needed the most, but more than that he
had broken the heart of the one he loved. He knew the moment she had told him
she was falling that she loved him, it was in her eyes; Alex always had the
most revealing eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark had no idea that Alex’s friends would be on their
way to find her, he also had no idea Cole was with Linda. </span><span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark?” Alex said softly,
sitting next to him and cuddling up into his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I woke and you were not
there, I worried…” Alex began; softly Mark pulled her closer and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s okay Alex; I just
wanted to think…” It felt so right for both of them that their guards were
already down when the doorbell rang, Alex had no idea what was about to happen;
Mark however was aware something was wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Taker, we know
you’re in there!” Orton shouted, taking the lead from Cena who was ready to do
some fighting. With Tazz and Jillian monitoring Michael and Linda, Dave looking
after Gabby; it was left to the Cena and Orton to almost team with DX to find
Alex and Taker. Mark was about to just let them in when Alex stopped him,
taking him back into the bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“They think you are still the
Dark Lord; Mark, they think you have hurt me!” Alex said, softly caressing his
cheek. With her words his heart sank, thinking of what he could have done; had
she not had faith in him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’ll head round the back,
come on Shawn.” Hunter said, leading his friend to the back; leaving Orton and
Cena at the front.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Taker, we are not
leaving without Alex…” John said, the fear in his voice evident.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> “When are you going to tell Alex what you
heard about Cole and Linda?” Randy said, looking around to see what he could
find. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I dunno, I just hope I get
the chance to tell her I…” Cena stopped himself, admitting that he had feelings
for her was the last thing he could do; secretly he hoped he would at least get
the chance to make that choice. Randy thought for a long time before he spoke,
just thankful that Alex would be safe with John.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And when are you going to
tell her you are in love with her?” There was an instant silence between the
two men; John had been banging on the door when he stopped in shock at someone
knowing what he felt inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is it that obvious?” John
said softly, aware that the path he was on could lead to trouble. Nodding,
Randy spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are a good guy John, but
not even you would have gone to all this trouble for just some girl.” Both men
knew Randy was correct, now John just hoped he had the chance to tell her how
he felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex deserves better than
Cole, especially if he is going to end up screwing the Bosses wife!” John
added, as the two men continued trying to get an answer from Taker’s door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look Hunter, in there… I
think there are people moving about.” Shawn whispered, alerting Hunter to
inside the house. Neither figure was clear, both seemingly just shadowy
figures. As the four men tried to gain access, inside Mark and Alex tried to
think fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Let me go and face them
Alex, it is me they want.” Mark pleaded, as he held Alex close. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No Mark, I cannot stand the
thought of losing you!” Alex said, softly caressing his cheek; trying her
hardest not to cry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what do we do beautiful?”
Mark asked as he tenderly caressed her soft body, causing her body to shiver. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Let me go Mark, at least
then they can see I am safe…” Alex replied, softly kissing Mark’s fears away as
he nodded against her lips. Heading to the front door, Alex could not help but
worry about what was going to happen. She had seemingly found her soul mate and
now faced loosing him again, admittedly when she first met Michael she truly
believed he was the one; but with all that had happened she was now no longer
sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Taker, open up… we
are here for Alex.” John called as he banged on the door once more, opening the
door slightly Alex went and opened the back door for Hunter and Shawn; heading
for the sofa and sitting down. As she sat there they all cautiously walked in,
all expecting and fearing the worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex, are you okay?” John
began to say, looking for any hint that Taker had hurt her. The place was in
darkness and none of them knew where Taker was, Orton searched for the lights
as the others kept watch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m fine John, Mark never
hurt me.” Alex began, as the lights came on she hid her face; afraid they would
see her tears falling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The guy that took you was
not Mark; it was not the guy that was your; our friend…” Shawn said, looking
around; aware that Taker was more than likely still in the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But the guy I was here with <b><i><u>WAS</u></i></b>
Shawn, he is still Mark…” Alex said, looking up for the first time since they
had come in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Where’s Michael?” Alex
asked, looking to them all in turn. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was the one thing they all
had been dreading, none of them wanted to be the one who told her the man she
thought loved her was with the bosses wife; but someone had to say something.
Taking a deep breath, Randy spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He’s with Linda… I am so, so
sorry Alex; you deserve better than that.” As she looked to Orton he could tell
what was going through her mind, almost as if to make allowances for it he
spoke again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know I am the last person
who you thought you would see, but what <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and Vince have been doing to you is out of order.” He wanted to say more but
found himself unable to, watching how Alex’s shock set in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I need to be alone for a
while guys, I’ll be safe; I promise!” Alex said as she tried to smile a smile
that would never reach her lips, without giving them a chance to reply she
headed out to the beach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what now?” Shawn said,
looking to the three other men who like him were left just stood there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell me more about Cole and
Linda?” His dark voice seemingly coming from out of the shadows, Mark moved
into the light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why the hell should we tell
you, a man that took Alex…” Hunter said, trying to be the brave and strong one.
Staring him in the eye Mark’s expression never changed for a moment, then his
eyes softened and he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because I love her, and I
want her happiness.” It was the first time in a long while that Mark had even
been so ‘<b><i>out of character</i></b>’ in front of other superstars, he was out of
his depth and needed his beautiful friend by his side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He took Linda home from the
hospital, none of us are certain; but I think they have slept together.” Orton said,
trying not to fear the man that was still such a towering presence. Mark wanted
to beat the holy hell out of Michael for betraying Alex, but in truth all he
could do was sit down with his head in his hands. The four other guys had no
idea how to handle what they were seeing, a man who rarely broke character was
sat almost in tears in front of them. Outside, Alex sat looking out to sea
trying to piece things together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Her heart and mind were
telling her so many different things she had no idea what she should do, Mark
had been with her through so much. But Michael was the reason her friends had
begun this fight, a fight she now began to feel she could not win. John came
out and sat by Alex’s side, both were silent for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what happens now?” Alex
said softly, trying not to let her tears fall; failing miserably.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I guess you come back and we
try sort things out…” John began, before Alex cut him off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I am safe here with Mark, he
will not hurt me John.” Trying to smile, Alex knew it would never reach her
lips. As the two head back inside Alex was confronted by Shawn, Hunter and
Randy all looking at Mark; who was seemingly crying his eyes out on the sofa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Mark, its okay.”
Alex said as she went to his side, placing an arm round him for comfort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look we all need to
concentrate on Wrestlemania, Randy you being here has changed everything.” Alex
began, knowing that right at this moment she needed to be the strong one,
whatever relationship she may still have with Michael needed to wait.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Does Edge know you are here
with us Randy?” John asked the question seemingly on everyone’s lips, shaking
his head Randy answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Not really, but he too knows
what Vince and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> were doing was
wrong.” As Randy and the three men talk, Alex walks with Mark outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So where do we go from
here?” Mark asks softly, not wanting to push the matter further than it needed
to go. His heart had always belonged to Alex, all he wanted was her happiness;
but at what cost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Mark,
everything is all messed up! All I wanted was to be happy and come back home to
Smackdown, now I just seem to be losing everything.” Alex said, as she tried
not to cry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’ll be okay honey, we’ll
be okay.” Mark said softly, as he gently pulled Alex into his arms; the two
friends enjoying the moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex, we’ve been thinking…”
Shawn began, as Mark and Alex came back inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If the Hell in a Cell
continues as normal, maybe Randy can find a way out of it. Jillian has, she’s
helping us out.” He continued, still unsure if he; and the others could trust
Mark again. Looking to Alex, Mark nodded and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Worth a shot, we just have
to find a way of getting them out of the match.” Mark joined the others on the
couch, as they began to plot their next moves. The only one who was not part of
the conversations was Alex, she needed sometime alone. As her heart broke all
Alex could do was think about Michael, and where he was; wondering if he was
indeed with Linda.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael baby, when you get
this message; please call me. I am okay, Mark is back with us; but I think we
need to talk.” Alex left her message on Michael’s cell phone, as she hung up
her heart could no longer deny that they may not be able to make it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Linda lay sleeping,
Michael sat staring at his cell phone. As an exhausted Linda slept, Michael had
been racked with a guilt he had never felt before; <b><i>how could I do this to her? She
is my life!</i></b> Was all that went through his mind, and as he had checked
his cell and found her message; his heart broke. He admitted that he cared for
Linda, but to say he loved her was wrong; his heart still belonged to Alex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He must have been sat here
for a good while when he felt Linda stir beside him, feeling dirty and hating
himself all he could do was dress quickly and leave; longing to be in the warm
sanctuary of Alex’s arms again. Walking back to his hotel room Michael could
not get the thoughts from his mind that he and Alex were over, and it broke his
heart. He had spent five years being in love with her, had only been able to
tell her less than ten months ago; they had not even been able to get past a
year together! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Michael was back in his room
and trying to shower away the guilt he felt; as he began to sob he never heard
the door go. He was out of the shower and about to walk into the bedroom when
he heard something outside, looking in he saw Tazz and knew he had some talking
to do. Before he had the chance to speak, Tazz had punched him squarely in the
jaw. For a moment they sat in silence, Tazz rubbing his fist and Michael
rubbing his jaw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry Pete, I deserved
that.” Michael said quietly, getting up and sitting next to Tazz.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You’re damn right…” Was all
Tazz could say for a moment, trying not to let his emotions get the better of
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the hell is wrong with
you Mike? I mean of all the people you go jump into bed with Linda for fuck
sake!” Tazz did his best to control his rage, knowing the last thing Alex
needed was this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry Pete, I know I
screwed up. Ever since Alex was drafted back to RAW, we just can’t seem to make
it right…” Michael began, trying to explain knowing that in truth he was only
making it worse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“That’s no excuse damn it…”
Tazz said, getting up and trying to walk off the rage he felt inside. Alex had
been through hell to be with Michael, all their friends had been through hell
for them both. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mike after all that we have
been through was for you and Alex, what the hell is wrong with you.” Tazz said
as he turned to look at Michael, who just sat there looking as if he was about
to burst into tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How do I fix this Pete?”
Michael said quietly, praying all was not lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Mike. You know
Mark is in love with her don’t you?” Tazz hated the thought of his friend
getting hurt, but he could not stay silent on the matter any longer. Michael
just sat there, his heart now understanding what his mind had been saying for
the past few months. Mark had always been close to Alex, but with things the
way they had been between her and Michael; his mind always felt something like
this would happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Did you hear what I said
Mike? I don’t think he is the only one who has feelings for Alex either…” Maybe
Tazz said it because he wanted to get Michael to act, maybe to try to make him
see sense; but Tazz spoke the words others could or would not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I heard you Pete, I just…”
Michael began to say, not sure what to say let alone what he felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Maybe… maybe she is better
off with Mark.” Michael said softly, trying not to cry. He sat there trying to
piece together the broken pieces of his life and cried, cried for his wife and
child that died; for Alex and for the mess he now found himself in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She knew Mike, when she sent
you that message; she knew!” Tazz said, sighing deeply; not sure himself how
his friend could make things right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She knew, but has seemingly
chosen to try save your relationship Mike.” With Tazz’s last words Michael
looked up, a glimmer of something in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sighing deeply Michael knew
he had much work ahead of him, first of though he needed to make things right
with their friends. It would be Wrestlemania in five weeks and with everyone
busy trying to plan their next moves, neither Alex nor Michael had much time to
mend their relationship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You need to take a break
Alex, why not go see Michael?” John said, figuring he was trying to be helpful;
unaware that Alex was doing this to get out of facing her troubles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know we need it John, but
I am nowhere near prepared for Wrestlemania. This is a really big thing for me,
and Mark!” Alex replied, hoping John would understand; thankfully he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Okay honey; just remember to
holler if you need me okay?” John hugged Alex warmly, feeling a mix of sadness
and gladness; he was happy she and Michael were trying to sort things out, sad
because he too had lost his heart to her. The original plan was for Mark to face
<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, Vince, Rated RKO and Kenny in
a Hell in a Cell match. But with Randy being on their side and Vince seemingly
‘<b><i>Buried
Alive</i></b>’ it left Mark with somewhat of a problem, all he wanted was Alex
back on Smackdown with him; but even that was causing problems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I guess we could just haul <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> back to the ring and kick his butt once more?”
Alex began, as the two were joined in their locker room by their friends;
something that had been happening a lot of late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What about Vince? And Edge
for that matter.” Mark said softly, his green eyes growing darker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Truth be told Mark still
wanted to punish Vince for what he did to Alex, but he had an ulterior motive
for his actions too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I guess you would need a tag
team partner then? Especially if you are going down that route…” Dave began, as
he softly caressed his girlfriend; Gabby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Ever since they had met Dave
knew Gabby was the one for him, he had not felt this way about a woman for a
long time; in fact the only other woman was his late wife. Dave was so taken by
Gabby he had, on many occasions asked her to marry him. Each time of course
Gabby said no, unsure if she was ready to be married; or for that matter the
wife of a wrestler. Gabby had, like Alex been through a lot. Her experiences as
a young girl growing up in a violent and abusive household had all but
destroyed her, a terrifying gang rape when she was at college left her finding
it hard to trust people; especially men. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But then again Dave had not
had a brilliant up bringing either, in that respect they had so much in common.
Dave had been in and out of care homes since he could remember, his heart
broken too many time and trust betrayed too many times. People saw this big
tough guy and called him an animal, not many saw past that; but Gabby could.
And that is why he loved her with everything he had, and knew that she was the
one he wanted to spend forever with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I never realized you wanted
to kick the Bosses ass so much Dave!” John joked with his friend, smiling back
Dave answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just want to make someone
pay for hurting Alex…” Alex blushed, smiling at Gabby she knew in her heart it
would not be long before the two married.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Someone needs to send a
message to Vince and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>, maybe he
needs to be softened up a little?” Dave continued, looking to Mark who was
already nodding that he liked the idea. The silence in the room was making
everyone feel awkward, especially Alex; who longed for things to get back to
normal. It was only Stephanie McMahon knocking on the door that broke the
tension, walking in she looked around the room; <b><i>the only one not here is Cole</i></b>,
she thought to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex it is good to have you
back, you too Mark…” She began to say, Mark all too aware that this was not
about to be a nice conversation for him or Alex. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What is it you want Steph?”
Hunter asked his off screen wife, the two had long since been divorced on
screen; but the fans knew the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well, since my Dad is in no
fit state to continue and nor is <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>;
I and my family feel that the Hell in a Cell should be pulled from the card.”
Steph knew she was taking her life into her hands, especially with Mark so
close by; everyone knew he wanted revenge and would not stop until he had it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So you are going to draft
Alex back to Smackdown?” Mark said strongly, trying not to allow his temper to
rise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No Mark, she still has to
stay on RAW. People like her there; they enjoy seeing her each week.” Steph
tried to defuse the ever-growing problem that could break out, she was well
aware Mark wanted her back on Smackdown; truth was she was better used on
Smackdown. But the ruling stood, her mother had made that abundantly clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No deal, your Daddy’s gonna
pay until Alex comes back home to Smackdown.” Mark’s dark words would stay with
Steph for a long time to come, she also knew Mark was 100 per cent serious and
would not back down on this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, don’t do this. This is
my father we are talking about, can we not talk about it?” Steph pleaded,
knowing it would all be in vain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No can do Steph, I want Alex
back here on Smackdown with me. It’s your choice as to how that happens!” Mark
stood, slowly walking towards Steph as she backed out of the locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Guys, could you all give me
and Alex a moment? Pete will you stay…” Mark said, as he held the door open for
the others, Alex had to admit that she was a little worried; the two had not
been alone since that night at No Way Out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Pete, does Alex know about
Michael and Linda yet?” Mark spoke quietly to Tazz, leaving Alex unaware of
their conversation. Shaking his head was all Mark needed to know, he looked at
his beautiful friend; hoping he was about to do the right thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell her the truth Pete, I
think she needs to know.” Mark said, Tazz took a deep breath and knew he was
about to break his friends heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The night Mark took you…” He
began, looking to Mark who just nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael wasn’t with us
because he took Linda to the hospital and then back to the hotel room…” Tazz
went on, not wanting to be the one telling her this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He spent the night with
Linda. I’m so sorry sweetheart, but you need to know.” Tazz tried to hug Alex
but she just pushed him away, not saying anything she went and sat on the
couch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Leave us for a while please
Pete, I think we need to talk.” Mark said softly, as he went and sat with Alex.
Neither made a move or spoke for a good half and hour, so many questions went
unanswered in her mind; so many things left unsaid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry Alex; I didn’t
mean to hurt you.” Mark said softly, putting his hand tenderly over her own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Alex looked up into the
eyes of the man she had put so much faith in, she saw a love she had not seen
since she first met Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why are you sorry Mark, you
never cheated on me did you?” Alex said, her heart clearly torn between what
she wanted and what she should do. In her mind she wanted to try make things
work with Michael, the two had gone through and put their friends through hell.
But then her heart was screaming at her to walk away and run into Mark’s arms,
after he could protect her and give her a life Michael could not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">She always felt safe in
Mark’s arms and genuinely loved his company, she thought Michael was the one
for her and would always make her feel alive. But with all that she had gone
through Alex had no real idea where she was going to go, with her heart and
mind torn all she could do was sit there and think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I didn’t want to be the one
to tell you, I don’t want things to be hard for you. Baby I want to keep
working with you, I just…” Mark began to say, stopping before he added more
than he should.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark, I just don’t know what
I am going to do.” Alex said, the tears still threatening to fall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Whatever you choose
beautiful, you will always have my full support and friendship.” Mark said as
he softly kissed Alex’s forehead, from that one little touch she felt the
shiver rush all through her body; his big gentle hands tenderly caressing her
back softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark, please…” Was all
she could say, the words not reaching her lips as Mark softly stroked her lips;
his eyes deep emerald green with passion and fire. As they both stood on the
edge of their desires and passion both knew they could not go down the road
they were, but neither wanted it to stop either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you going to fight for
Michael?” Mark softly said, trying to quell his ever-growing yearning desire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Mark, I just
don’t know…” Alex begun to say, feeling breathless from Mark’s tender touch. In
her heart of hearts Alex knew that she and Michael could not make it together,
if she had of wanted it she would have gone all out to make it work. But now
she sat faced with a man she knew she would fight for, trying to find reasons
to not sort her problems.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Baby girl, you have to do
something. You cannot just leave things as they are, something needs to be
said…” Mark continued, wanting to do the best for his friend, but also not
wanting to do too much to get them back together. Truth was that Mark’s rage
still burned towards Michael for cheating on Alex, it was one of the things he
hated. Mark was a smart man and not only saw but also knew more than he often
let on, things Alex felt unable to share with people; was things Mark knew.
Mark knew how she, like Gabby had gone through hell with abusive partners and
being gang raped as a teen. Mark saw the distant look in her eyes and knew of
her pain, little was known of her life before she came to the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>; but Mark knew in his heart it was not all
good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Mark, I just wish I
could run and hide that’s all…” Alex said honestly, unaware that Mark already
knew what she was feeling. Nodding Mark silently left, allowing her the time
she needed to think. No one knew what would happen next, least of all Alex. No
sooner had Mark left, than had he arrived; an evil look in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I told him I always get what
I wanted…” His voice cold and hard, filling Alex with a fear that she would
remember forever; unable to scream or call out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark…” Alex called out
silently, unable to find her voice through the fear she felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">If Michael was actually
trying to fix his relationship problems he would have been there to save her,
but instead he was being cornered by Linda who wanted to know why she had not
seen him since that night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I thought that we had
something together Mike?” Linda said, it was almost as if she was begging him.
With John looking on, he could not help but hate Michael for all he was doing
to Alex. With anger he was unused to feeling John was heading back to Alex when
he bumped into Mark, swallowing hard John spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ve just seen Michael with
Linda again…” He wanted to say more, but knew by the look in Mark’s eyes not
to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you.” Was all Mark
said, as he turned around to head back to Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle">
<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell your precious boyfriend
if you like, but then Linda is keeping him so close I doubt he would care! Not
even Mark can save you bitch, you belong to me now!” His cold voice just being
heard over Alex’s silent sobs, as he took his shirt and left Alex to cry <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> sneered once more before quietly walking away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Within seconds of turning the
corner and <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> having left Mark
knew something was wrong, it was as if he could feel Alex’s tears fall. John
had been walking with Mark and instantly saw the change, within seconds both
men were almost sprinting towards Alex’s locker room. Mark knew it was bad the
moment he touched the door handle, calling for John to get the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s. Partly for Alex but also himself, he did not
want John to see him break. The room was cold, dark and worryingly silent. Mark
quietly listened for Alex’s tears, soon hearing them fall. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Baby girl…” Mark said softly
as he saw Alex cowering in the corner of the shower, pulling her into his
strong embrace Mark seemed to neither care nor notice the almost freezing cold
shower of water cascading over his and Alex’s bruised and battered body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The ripped clothes and Alex’s
silent tears told Mark all he needed to know, what he didn’t know was who. Of
course in all honesty Mark knew who, but for a split second he believed even <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> could not be this evil.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark…” Alex’s shivering
scared voice softly brought Mark from his thoughts, pulling her close gently
Mark tried his best to reassure her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alexandra, my beautiful
friend… I promise…” Was all Mark could actually get out before he openly cried,
allowing his hurt and pain wash over him. Silently and tenderly Mark held Alex
closely; softly kissing her now soaking wet hair, gently he picked her up into
his arms and carried her off to his hotel room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark… Alex?” Dave called
after them, as John came back with the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">EMT</st1:stockticker>’s
and help. Turning silently, Mark did not need to speak for them all to
understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’re on it; call if you
need anything.” Dave said, wondering how Gabby would be feeling right now;
knowing their pasts were so closely linked. Nodding Mark turned and headed off,
still trying to hold his tears in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“John I’m gonna go get Tazz
and Randy; find Shawn and Hunter…” Dave said, as John nodded and headed off. In
the chairman’s hospital room a worried Steph pleaded with her father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Dad please tell me the
truth, did you arrange this?” Having just watched as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
raped one of her talents for real, sent shockwaves up her spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Dad if it is, I am going to
throw you into the lions den…” She continued, as Vince watched the screen
blankly. Sighing deeply Steph shook her head and left the room, looking to
Shane and then their mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Do it Steph… Make the match.
Give Mark what he wants…” Linda said softly, cursing herself for putting
Michael and Alex through hell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Linda silently sobbing
by Vince’s side, Steph and Shane headed back to their Greenwich home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Do you really think Dad had
something to do with what happened to Alex?” Shane asked Steph as the two
relaxed in the back of their stretch limo, shrugging her shoulders Steph’s mind
was firmly with Alex. Steph’s mind was still raw with her own painful reminder
of the past she wished she could forget, Hunter could and would never know the
truth; but everyday it haunted her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I hope for his sake he
didn’t Shane, Mark won’t rest you know…” She finally replied, wondering how
their mother would cope. Back in the hospital car park Michael sat for ages
trying to find his way, he finally knew he was no longer able to lie to
himself; or Alex for that matter. He knew he needed to talk with her but this
was the easier bit, talking to Linda would be a breeze compared to Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Linda.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I must see you again.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I am in the car park.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Please meet me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Love you MC.</span></i><b><i><span style="color: #0000cc; font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">While the group of friends
sat talking in the lobby of the hotel after the show, Mark silently watched on
as Alex tried to sleep. Cursing himself deep inside Mark was going through hell
inside as he tried to control his rage and anger; it did not take a mind reader
to tell Mark that Alex and Michael were over. This fact alone gave him mixed
emotions, he wanted Alex’s happiness; but deep inside he wanted her for
himself. Mark’s rage was still bubbling as he watched Alex toss and turn, his
heart breaking for the love of his life. He needed the comfort of his dark
place, wanting to punish those that hurt the one he loved more than life
itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Her name means helper of
mankind…” Paul’s voice seemed to come from out of the shadows enough to scare
most people, but Mark just sat silently watching Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She is like her names…” He
continued, confusing Mark slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What do you mean names?”
Mark softly asked, walking to Alex’s side; softly stroking a stray strand of
hair out of her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The only way she could heal
the blackness was either by taking the blackness herself, or being one of the
chosen few…” Paul said, still trying to understand what he himself had
witnessed earlier. Still Mark did not really understand what Paul was saying, but
the wings that had almost died along with Mark; understood. So did Paul, who
continued to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Those angel wings Mark, look
at her; can you not see them anymore?” Paul knew that Mark saw his own wings as
a sign he was not like others, Alex’s were that of a true heaven sent angel;
Mark just needed to see it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Mark looked to Alex he saw
the wings he long thought had left him, he saw them being reflected brightly
and clearly with Alex’s own. As Mark watched their wings connect he understood,
she was sent to save him; his true master was calling him home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I thought I had lost them
Paul…” Mark said softly, finally understanding; finally seeing what Paul had
meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He never forgot you my son,
they were with you always…” Paul continued, touching Mark’s shoulder softly in
a sign of support and friendship. Mark never needed to say anymore, both men
knew what it meant; it was time for the deadman to be brought back to life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Where’s Alex and Mark,
Paul?” Steph asked Hunter, both knew they needed to be honest with each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“After the ra… what <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> did, Mark has her in his hotel room…” Hunter
looked to Steph who nodded and went to head for the elevator, stopping for a
moment as he continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t think he wants to be
bothered Steph honey, he’s pretty fired up still…” Hunter knew full well that
Steph would not listen, he also knew she felt Alex’s pain. Kissing his
beautiful wife, Hunter nodded that he understood. Letting Steph go and head to
Taker’s room, praying this was going to be a good visit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Will Alex be okay?” Dave
said to Gabby as the two sat quietly looking on, Dave could see the pain in
Gabby’s eyes and held her close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know baby, she is
tough; but this will have knocked her for six…” Gabby sighed deeply, as Dave
pulled her close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know I have done some
things in my time, but man this was low…” Randy said as he sat silently staring
out at the sea of fans hanging around outside the hotel, it was normal for fans
to hang around; but tonight was no normal night. With his own beautiful
daughter at home with his new stunning wife, Randy could feel the same type of
rage Taker must be feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I would kill the man that
did that to my wife…” Shawn said, thinking back to the storyline he had with
Jericho. In truth, Shawn had been feeling more than a little anger towards <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> for hurting Alex so much. Okay so it was down
to Michael and Linda too, but if Shawn were honest with himself; <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would need to pay most for his actions. Shawn’s
life over the past 10 years or so had been lived like an open book; he was a
good, honest and decent man. He was a God loving man who adored his wife and
children, hence why his heart was breaking for what Alex and Mark seemed to be
going through. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shawn, what’s on your mind?”
Hunter asked as he rejoined the friends, looking back to the closing lift.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Fighting a fight for
justice…” Was all Shawn needed to say for Hunter to know what was on Shawn’s
mind, sighing deeply it wasn’t that he didn’t like working with his best
friend; more that if Vince actually had been involved he could live to regret
this move.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Be sure Shawn, you know what
this could mean…” Hunter said, after a while of silence. Nodding, Shawn thought
for a moment before replying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Hunter, but <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> needs to pay for this!” Shawn’s mind already
made up, he wanted to make John Bradshaw Layfield pay for what he had put Alex
through; and by God he would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I never thought <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would go this far, this is beyond what I
thought he would do…” Jillian said as she hugged Tazz closer to her, still
shocked about her former bosses actions that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, its Steph. Can I come
in and talk with you?” Steph said cautiously as she knocked on the hotel room
door, even doing this scared her a little. Letting her in Mark’s trademark
blank face was expressionless as Steph tried to find her voice, clearing her
throat she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, how’s Alex?” Were
Steph’s first words, causing a look of confusion to come from Mark’s eyes and
face, silently he stood back and let Steph see for herself. As Steph looked,
she could tell Alex was not in a good way trying to rest but tossing and
turning all the time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The pain and fear was etched
upon her face clearly, her pain clearly evident in Steph’s own saddened eyes.
Mark knew something was wrong, after all these years playing mind games and the
like; he knew better than anyone the look in a person’s eyes gave more away
than simple words ever could. That look that many people thought they would be
able to hide, the same look he had seen in Alex’s eyes were in Steph’s own
pretty brown ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Stephanie…” Was all Mark
managed to say before she spoke, giving him all that he needed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Whatever you want Mark,
whatever match; it is yours.” Steph said softly, as she looked to Alex; who
again almost cried out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>…
Hell In A Cell… Unsanctioned match…” Mark said softly as he went to Alex’s
side, tenderly he tried to sooth her fears away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s yours Mark, please make
sure…” Steph began to say, stopping short. Hoping Mark would not see through
her, knowing there was a good chance he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Take care of her Mark,
she’ll need you so much over the next few months…” Steph finished, silently
heading for the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“When did he… hurt you?” Mark
began to say, still softly caressing Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Before I had my daughter…”
Was all Steph could say, both knew what it meant; neither would mention it
again though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He will pay… I promise.” Was
all Mark said, nodding his head to Steph as she left. As Mark softly comforted
Alex, Steph silently cried. Tears for Alex, Mark and her own beautiful
daughter. There was of course no way of knowing if she was Paul’s or not, nor
did she wish to find out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Paul was sure and that was
all that mattered, in her heart; Paul was the father and always would be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you okay baby?” Hunter
said softly, as Steph finally came down to the lobby.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I am fine honey; Mark has
the match he wants.” She replied, with the best smile she could muster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So that means we just need
to soften <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> up in the weeks
prior to Wrestlemania?” Cena said, with a glint in his eye that Randy could not
misplace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">John had been silent for the
longest time, not speaking since he saw Alex being carried away in Taker’s
arms. It had obviously gotten to him, and it was only the friendship of Randy
that would pull him through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark needs all our help
John.” Dave said, softly caressing Gabby’s tender skin. They wanted to say more
and would have done had it not been for Mark breezing into the lobby, looking
to all the friends he and Alex had; he could not help but smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Cena…” Mark called, not
waiting for him to answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Take care of Alex, I need to
take care of some business…” Mark’s strong booming voice was seemingly filled
with fear and uncertainty, all John could do was nod before Taker had left the
hotel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God, please not again!”
John sighed, heading for the room Alex was in; taking Dave and Gabby with him
as he went.</span><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was three days until
Wrestlemania and still Alex had not seen or spoken to Mark, she desperately
needed to talk to him; to find out where there were going as a couple. During
the build up Gabby and Dave talked more about getting married, ending with
Gabby finally agreeing to marry Dave. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Me and Dave want you both to
be there for our big day…” Gabby informed Alex that she and Mark were thought
of already as a couple, smiling sadly Alex spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“When I see Mark I will tell
him, I’m sure he’ll be flattered.” Hugging Gabby to her Alex felt a warm sense
of relief; she thought the two would never marry!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know you may say no Alex…”
Cena began, looking to Dave and Gabby; hoping he was going to be making the
right choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But if you like, I would
love to escort you to the Hall of Fame ceremony.” John said softly, shyly
blushing as he did so. Smiling a genuine smile, Alex was about to thank John
when Randy came into the locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Any news of Mark?” He asked
Alex, hugging her warmly and greeting the others. For the past month Randy had
become something of a godsend to the friends, able to act like he never cared
but in truth he cared as much as the other friends. He and John had also become
something close to best friends, with the pair almost always being seen out
together. In truth the only things that seemed wrong was Michael’s constant
avoiding of his unresolved relationship with Alex and Mark’s absence, but in
truth Mark would never be far away from Alex. Shaking her head sadly, Alex
spoke softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Nothing Randy, I just hope
he can make Wrestlemania!” Trying to smile a smile that would never reach her
lips, in truth Alex knew Mark would be back; but she still wanted to talk to
him before hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He’ll be there honey, he
would never let you down.” Gabby said, knowing that Mark was the one for Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And thank you John, I would
be honoured to go with you…” Alex added, smiling as she thanked John; secretly
wishing and hoping that Mark would be able to escort her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In the darkness, Mark watched
Alex closely; constantly making sure she was safe. But then to be fair all
their friends were doing much the same as Mark, making sure Alex was safe and
never in danger. Even Steph did all she could to keep Alex safe from any more
pain or hurt, but no matter it would always be Mark that Alex would need and
wish was there. Mark was never far from Alex’s side, even when she slept he
would be close by in the shadows. Truth is that Alex seemingly knew that Mark
would never be far away, she somehow seemed to take great comfort in the fact
that he would be in the shadows; keeping her safe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In all the years she had
worked with and known Mark, he would always seemingly show his real
personality; he only hid his “off screen” character that one time after No Way
Out. As Alex headed off to her hotel room she could once again feel Mark
watching over her, softly she smiled to herself. As was usual, Alex headed
straight to her room and got ready for bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Goodnight Mark, I love you.”
Alex whispered softly as she passed by the open window and headed for her bed,
smiling as she settled down and began to fall asleep. Within seconds Alex felt
the cool breeze, smiling once more Alex kept her eyes closed but shifted closer
to the edge of the bed. Smiling Mark knew she would always be the one, silently
he watched her for a while; studying her as she peacefully rested. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Goodnight my beautiful
angel, I love you too…” Mark silently whispered, as he watched her fall asleep
fully. For the past three weeks since Alex’s soul had been taken by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and Mark had taken off, he had spent every
night watching her sleep. Every night he silently entered her room and would
watch over her, making sure she was safe and could sleep. Sometimes Alex seemed
to know he was there, but every night he would wait until she was sleeping
soundly before he lay with her; longing for the day he could feel her arms
around him. But tonight was the first time she had spoken to him, but it would
not be the last.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">When Alex woke Mark would
always be gone, but she always knew he had been there. His calling card was his
symbol printed upon a red rose petal, it would always be lay tenderly upon the
pillow next to her. The night before the Hall of Fame ceremony Alex did as
always and headed for bed, but as she passed the window she stopped and wrote
something on a piece of paper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Placing the note upon the
side of the desk Alex got into bed and said goodnight to Mark as last night,
but tonight she would not be falling asleep; she needed to see him. As she felt
the cool air breeze past her, Alex smiled, feeling safe he was with her once
again. As Mark silently told Alex the same he saw the note and picked it up, as
she laid silently still Mark read the note.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I love and miss you more than words can say.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Thank you for keeping me safe and watching over me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Please be my partner to the Hall of Fame ceremony?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Goodnight my wonderful boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Softly Mark wiped a tear from
his eye, it was not so much that she wanted to go with him; rather that she
made that commitment and called him her boyfriend. Mark knew it was daft but
when the only women in his life were either bitches or crazed fans, it
seemingly meant a lot to him that Alex felt this way about him. Looking to Alex
Mark knew she was not sleeping and sat in the chair opposite, studying her as
normal; not able to rest until he knew she was at peace that night. Alex must
have been awake for ages before she stirred, hoping Mark would still be there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark, please come lay with
me?” Alex boldly said, needing his touch as well as to see him once more. Mark
was torn between going to her and not, his heart telling him to wait as his
mind told him not too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Sleep now my pretty angel, I
shall be with you soon…” He said softly, as Alex felt the cool breeze and the
followed by the emptiness. Although she was sad, Alex still felt able to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Jillian lay in Tazz’s arms
she began to think about all that had brought her to this moment, smiling as
she felt the self-proclaimed thug stir in her arms. Still she was unable to
understand how she, how they <b><i>all</i></b> had gotten to where they all
were in their lives right now. Dave had seemingly settled down from a wild
beast to a tamed animal, John and Randy had found not only friendship but love
with Mickie James and her sister; Leanne. Hunter and Shawn had found a new
flourish in their careers and love lives, while she had found her tough teddy
bear in Tazz. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Everything was working out
well for all the friends, the only ones seemingly still struggling was Michael,
Alex and Mark. Michael and Alex would not talk about their problems, while Mark
seemingly would or could not take things where he wanted them to go with Alex.
Even though Mark had the reputation of never breaking character, he would on
rare occasions break his act. Jillian had seen him break it a couple of times,
with each time almost always having something to do with Alex in some way or
another. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">While she never knew Michael
well, Tazz had often spoken of the two of them being best friends. From all
that he had said Jillian would never have imagined Michael to screw the boss’s
wife, but then again she always believed that she would end up with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>. Jillian shuddered at the thought, realizing
she had indeed been given a lucky escape! As she studied Tazz sleeping she
truly felt blessed at having found what seemed to be the love of her life, Pete
was such an amazing man; sometimes she would have to pinch herself to see if it
all was actually real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you Pete, always…” Jillian
softly whispered to Tazz as she kissed him softly, curling up close beside him.
Smiling to himself softly, Pete had never felt so happy and relaxed. Silently
he said thank you to the God’s, grateful that his life had finally settled
down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you too my beautiful
girlfriend….” Softly Tazz’s lips grazed Jillian’s forehead, pulling her closer
into his warm embrace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Michael must have been sat
outside her hotel for a good four hours before he finally realized they needed
to end this relationship, it wasn’t that he didn’t care for Alex anymore; it
was more a case of he knew it would not work anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Just be honest with her
Mike…” Linda said softly, as the pair lay in bed talking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But it is not that simple
Linda; there is so much I need to say, to explain…” Michael answered, not
really sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yes it is Mike, she damn
well knows anyway…” Linda retorted, slightly angry that Mike was being this
cowardly about it all. In all the years they had known each other, he had never
been the cowardly one. Much like most of the superstars, on screen they all had
characters to play; but off screen most were much different. Off screen Linda
knew Michael as a kind, strong and powerful man; on screen of course he was
much different. Sighing deeply, Michael agreed to talk with Alex and headed off
for her hotel room. So know as he sat there on the night of the Hall of Fame
ceremony, trying to find the right words he needed Michael began to wish things
had been different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So how do I look guys?” Alex
said, as she stood there in her brand new outfit. Standing there in the figure
hugging deep purple blue cocktail dress, Alex looked a million dollars. All
three friends more than a little aware that Mark was one lucky man, smiling it
was John who finally spoke and broke the tension.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You look stunning Alex…” He
said honestly, his heart stopping him just in time before he said more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just hope Mark likes it…”
Alex said honestly, nervously smoothing down the hem of her dress; something
she would do all night. Before Gabby had the chance to reassure her best
friend, there was a knock at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“See I told you Mark would be
here!” Gabby said as she almost ran to the door, a smile upon her face that rivalled
Alex’s own. Within seconds the smile was gone from Gabby’s face and both men
were stood almost in front of Alex; as if to guard her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What do you want?” Gabby
curtly asked, trying not to allow Alex to see what was happening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I need to talk to Alex;
please will she see me for a few moments?” He spoke softly, not wanting Alex to
hear his voice yet; himself unsure if she actually would want to talk to him
anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Gabby, who is it?” Alex
asked, the curiosity almost too much for her to take.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s Cole…” Was all she
could say, the look of contempt in her eyes obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the hell does he want?”
Cena said coldly, still unable to forgive a man who could hurt Alex in that
way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I really need to talk with
Alex; please may I come in?” Michael asked once more, aware that everyone in
that room probably hated him right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Its okay guys; let him in
Gabby….” Alex said, trying to smile; but still hurting deep inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thank you…” Michael began,
as he walked into the room. He wanted to say more, but stopped dead in his
tracks; amazed at her beauty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Wow, Alex you look amazingly
beautiful…” The words that he wanted to say, and indeed needed to say managed
to get stuck in the back of his throat. For a moment he was dumbstruck, just
about able to just stand there routed to one spot<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Finally as both Cena and
Batista cleared their throats loudly, Michael was able to focus slightly more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Can we talk, in private?
About us…” Michael said, trying to stop his mind from falling once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Everything he thought he knew
and felt had seemingly been thrown into the air, Alex’s beauty stunning him
into silence. Michael had come to end their relationship, what he had not
planned upon was old feelings stirring once more. He must have been silently
thinking about this for a while as Alex had to clear her throat loudly twice
before he came to his senses, trying to shake himself too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I wanted to talk about
things that have been happening…” He began, not really sure what he was going
to say. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Look, just be honest and
tell me you screwed Linda…” Alex began, the anger flashing within her eyes;
something she realized she had got from Mark. The hurt and pain inside was
beginning to overwhelm her, she was not expecting to feel such anger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex, I won’t lie to you.
Yes we spent the night together, but I…” Michael began, trying to find the
right words he needed. His heart was telling him to be honest and tell her the
truth, trouble is that his heart wasn’t telling him just what that was. Maybe
he still loved Alex, maybe he felt inferior to Mark; or maybe it was just
because she looked so damn good. Whatever the reason, Michael was having second
thoughts. His heart seemed to want him to fight for their relationship, his
mind screaming at him to not be a fool. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What Cole, you just what?”
Tazz said, not just surprising both that he had arrived but was also trying not
to let his anger get the better of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Pete, please give me a
minute; I’m trying to sort things out!” Michael pleaded, looking to Tazz who
didn’t move. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why the hell can’t you just
leave her alone Mike?” Tazz said truthfully, looking at the man he once called
his best friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Second thoughts…” Alex said
quietly, not having looked up from the floor. The silence in the room that
descended over them could be felt by all. The atmosphere almost able to be cut
with a knife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael, I can’t make you
that promise anymore. I just don’t know if I can feel the same way about you…”
Alex said, wishing Mark was here. If Mark had been there; then this
conversation would certainly not be taking place, and she would not be faced
with one of the biggest decisions of her life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex please, we need to talk
about this…” Michael said, all too aware that he could have lost her for good
this time. Turning her back to him,
Michael was about to continue when Gabby called through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex, Mark’s here!” The look
on both Alex and Michael’s face told very different pictures, his was sadness;
while she was feeling nothing but happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think you should go Cole…”
Tazz said as Alex rushed to the other room where her friends were, smoothing
the hem of her dress once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Do I look okay?” Alex asked
Gabby once more, who just had time to nod before the doorbell rang. Outside
Mark nervously stood fiddling with his collar then tie, hoping he looked okay.
It was the first time he had been to the Hall of Fame ceremony, let alone in a
tux. Standing there he began to wonder if the whole tux thing was really him,
holding onto the single red rose Mark tried his best to quell his fears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark!” Gabby cried out,
impressed at how handsome he truly was in the tux. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is Alex there Gabby? I have
a beautiful woman to escort to the Hall of Fame ceremony…” Mark said smiling,
hugging Gabby to him warmly as he walked in. All Gabby could do was nod as she
stood back and watched, like the others as this all unfolded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex was so pleased to see
Mark that she was almost running into his arms, she had almost got there too
when Michael appeared at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What the fuck is <b><i><u>HE</u></i></b>
doing here?” Mark said, almost unable to keep his hurt and anger in check.
Mark’s eyes were dark and demonic, Alex could tell by the change in Mark’s eyes
that he wanted Michael dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He came to talk Alex…” Cena
said, trying to find a way to smooth things over. The last thing any of the
friends wanted was Alex hurt once more, but in truth he too wanted to kick
Michael’s butt for all he has put Alex through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark… you look so handsome.”
Alex said softly, reaching out to caress his cheek softly. Within moments
Mark’s eyes had changed back to the soft emerald green she was used to seeing,
smiling softly he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You look simply stunning my
darling…” Mark took hold of Alex’s hands softly in his as the two smiled like
lovesick teenagers, only being brought from their moment by Michael clearing
his throat loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex, can we not talk about
this. I miss you, miss your touch…” In Michael’s mind he was just trying to fix
their relationship, in Mark’s mind he was waving a red rag in front of a big
angry bull. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">All Mark needed to do was
give him one of his legendry looks before Michael got the picture and headed to
the door, taking his life in his own hands; he spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I still love you Alex, I
want us to work and make it. Can we not try again, or at the very least talk?”
There was a coldness in Alex’s eyes that he had not seen before, turning to
leave Michael’s heart broke completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Baby girl…” Mark’s voice
bringing Alex from her thoughts, looking to this handsome man stood with her
she knew she was making the right choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If you want to try again, I
will understand… but know I will never be able to forgive him for cheating on
you!” Mark’s soft voice and tender words warming Alex’s soul deep inside,
looking up into his beautiful green eyes Alex boldly kiss Mark upon the lips
before speaking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I want to be with you Mark,
I love you.” Her honesty and openness obvious for all the friends to see,
looking to her friends Alex smiled and spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shall we go guys? I am sure
the others will all be waiting for us.” Taking Mark’s hand in her own, she led
the way to their transport for the evening; leaving Michael stood outside
looking hurt and totally lost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With John and Randy picking
up Mickie and her sister up on the way, all the friends headed to Civic Centre
where the Hall of Fame ceremony would be held that night. Although all were
nervous it was Mark that was the most on edge that evening, he was not used to
being out of character; to him this was a big thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark honey, are you okay?”
Alex asked, aware his nerves were just as obvious as her own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“This is all a little… you
know?” Was all Mark could manage saying as he tried his best to calm his nerves
before the walked in to the room, smiling softly she tenderly touched his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We don’t have to go do this
if you don’t want to baby, I will go anywhere with you!” She softly said,
wrapping her arms around his waist; enjoying the feeling of his strong chest
rise and fall against her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you Alex, I want us
to do this…” Mark said softly, kissing the top of her forehead gently. Smiling
the two friends headed into the room, Mark’s arm always around Alex’s waist;
making all who watched aware that they were indeed more than just friends. As
the friends all sat on the front row, the night began with a blast all enjoying
how things played out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">However it was the end of the
evening that would cause all of them the most trouble, and the one time that
their friendships would come under such strain. As the friends left the
building <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> stood outside his
stretch limo as if nothing was wrong, no one could actually believe that he was
stood there; or that he had the guts to do so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I told you I owned you now
bitch… how does it feel Taker? How does it feel to have lost her soul to me?
She’s mine now, get used to it…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
voice was cold and harsh; his words even colder and fuelled with pure evil.
Mark was being held too tightly by Alex for him to actually do anything, Cena
and Batista were trying not to react; as were the others. As Alex tried to be
strong she led Mark away, back to their transport and hopeful safety. Sneering
towards the other friends <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
turned to leave, not realizing that Shawn would be the one to make him pay. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Before anyone had the chance
to stop Shawn he had already made his move, landing an unexpected blow to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s temple; one that he would never recover from.
One that would allow Shawn to continue the beat down with relative ease, the
other guys led their dates away from the trouble; leaving Shawn to let his
anger and evil side flow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You fucking bastard, I’ll
make you beg for forgiveness!” Shawn said as he continued to rain down with a
violent fury, each blow finding there target easily. Somehow Alex knew
something was wrong and headed back to where she watched Shawn decimate <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> before her very eyes, <b><i>he is not going to stop!</i></b>
Alex thought as she rushed to Shawn’s side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please Shawn, stop! He’s not
worth this, please stop!” Alex begged, as she took his arm and tried to pull
Shawn away. Although Shawn stopped, he pulled his arm away quickly from Alex.
Looking at her but not really seeing her, his eyes were dark and filled with a
rage he had not felt in a long time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shawn, please…” Was all Alex
could say as she watched this good, honest and decent man she knew turn into a
violent angry beast. As Shawn came to his senses all he could do was sink to his
knees and sob openly and honestly, reaching out for his friend and continuing
to cry as she held him tightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Shawn…” Was all Alex
could say as she held him close, looking to Mark who had come to seek his
girlfriend out. Looking to the sight that confronted him, he was more than a
little aware that Alex was indeed a special one. Standing over <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s limp and almost lifeless body, Mark sneered
down at him and spoke coldly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You touch her again, and I <b><i><u>WILL</u></i></b>
kill you!” turning his back on the man he considered to be the lowest of the
low, Mark went to Alex’s side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You are a good man Shawn,
thank you for defending my angel’s honour.” Mark said softly, as he helped
Shawn to his feet. Nodding to each other, both men walked off; heading back to
their limo and the hotel. That night Shawn would spend all night tossing and
turning; unable to sleep, his actions that evening haunting him. Something that
would happen many times for the next few years, Shawn unable to forgive himself
for a long time to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He is in love with you Alex…
he is not the only one either!” Mark said softly, as Alex asked him why Shawn
had beaten <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> so badly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Baby girl everyone loves
you!” Mark added, as he smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“But I only love you Mark,
you know this right?” Alex said, blushing. All Mark did was nod before the two
fell asleep, both trying to dream of better things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Can’t you sleep Mike?” Linda
said softly, as she tenderly stroked Michael’s back. With his mind still firmly
upon Alex and that stunning figure hugging dress, Michael tried his best to
live with his choices. Truth was though that he was finding it almost
impossible, <b><i>how the hell did I let it get to this?</i></b> Was all that went though
his mind as Linda did her best to reach him, in her heart of hearts she knew
that she had lost him to Alex; but in truth she never really felt like she had
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Why did you let Alex walk
away Mike? I mean if you still love her and everything…” Linda said boldly as
she sat in the chair across from where Michael sat pensively chewing his bottom
lip, Linda knew he was tormented by his recklessness; she just wished he would
admit it to himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because…” Michael began, not
really sure what he wanted to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Because I am a fool, I just
felt like the struggle was too hard I guess…” He continued, not really sure he
believed it himself. Relationships were never easy, well not in Michael’s case
anyway; so why was this time going to be any different. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I wish… I wish I could turn
the clock back.” Michael said boldly, he knew this would more than likely hurt
Linda; but he had to say what he truly felt. Getting up Michael headed for the
door, he needed some time and space to think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I need some fresh air, don’t
wait up.” Was all he said as he left, left Linda feeling like she was cheap and
had been used. In truth it wasn’t how things were but it would take Linda a
long time before she could or even would see things differently, her heart
would always regret hurting two people she cared deeply for. As Linda watched
Michael leave he mind thought about the lives she had effectively messed with,
this was never the woman she wanted to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Michael walked he had no
real idea where he was going or about to end up, but then as he stood outside
her hotel he realised this would happen. The hurt and anger he felt towards
himself was immense, sitting down heavily outside Michael began to think about
all that had brought him to this moment. Maybe he had rushed into things with
Alex, he had not been widowed for long; maybe he was still hurting too much.
Whatever the reason he was more than a little aware that he had seriously
screwed up, he had hurt more than one person and it was killing him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">When he had first met Alex,
all Michael had wanted was to be with her. He hadn’t planned on screwing the
bosses wife or this constant battle with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>;
he hadn’t planned for so many people to get involved in a fight that even he
himself wasn’t sure he could win. Maybe he should be blaming Alex and Mark for
the way things had gone, it was Mark who was quick to comfort her; and it wasn’t
like Alex was pushing him away from comforting her. Of course in his mind
Michael knew this was a load of rubbish, but if he was being honest with
himself he would have clearly seen the writing on the wall long before this had
happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In his mind Michael had two
options open to him, he could fight for Alex or he could walk away; neither of
which seemed to be an easy option if he was being honest. Anything he did now
would undoubtedly cause more pain for both of them, and the last thing he wanted
was an angry Undertaker on his case; he had enough trouble with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>! <b><i>Man this sucks</i></b> Michael thought as he
tried to find the answers he longed for, he had lost the love of his life; <b><i><u>and</u></i></b>
his friends. All because he could not be honest instead of running away, God
how he hated himself right now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How about navy and ivory
with gold touches?” Gabby said, as she talked with Batista about their upcoming
wedding. Dave sighed deeply and prayed for the answers, it wasn’t that he
didn’t want to get married or anything; he adored Gabby. It was more that he
felt out of his depth, he was not very good at this sort of thing if he was
being honest with himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It sounds good to me baby…”
Dave tried his best to give the right answers, in truth he was fighting a
losing battle; but neither would know why for a little while. Gabby could tell
Dave was unsure, but unlike normal the first thought through Gabby’s mind was
not ones of self-doubt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell me about your first
wife?” Gabby boldly asked, laying her head on Dave and gently stroking his
strong chest. Smiling, he gently caressed Gabby as he began to talk about his
first wife.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Her name was Angie, she was
an Alex; I just never saw it when we were married…” Dave said honestly, softly
kissing Gabby’s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I was letting my success and
the constant travelling go to my head, I became a bit of an ass!” He continued,
trying to let out a little laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are we going to make it
Dave, I mean are things different this time around?” Gabby said softly, her
mind full of worry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Awww baby girl, I love you!
Of course we are going to work, I’d give it all up for you baby.” Dave said
honestly, pulling his beautiful girlfriend closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Let’s talk more tomorrow,
sleep now baby girl…” He added, pulling Gabby closer and closing his eyes.
Smiling softly, Gabby kissed his cheek and settled down to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Goodnight my beautiful wife
to be...” Dave said softly, smiling as he slept.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Goodnight my wonderful
husband to be…” Both drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge both had found
each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Both Steph and Hunter had
been silent all the way home after seeing Shawn snap in the way he had, it was
something neither thought they would ever see; Shawn was the last person they
thought would snap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Will Shawn be okay Paul?”
Steph said softly, the two cuddling up on the bed. Shrugging his shoulders,
Hunter had a good idea why but was not sure he should say anything. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think he just felt so
angered by what Bradshaw had done…” He finally answered, hoping it would be all
he needed to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He’s in love with Alex isn’t
he?” Steph said softly, knowing full well of the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And he’s not the only one
either is he?” She added, looking up into her husbands eyes. All Hunter could
do was nod before taking a deep breath and speaking, hoping he was not about to
drop his best friend in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think Michael was always
going to be fighting a losing battle anyway, if it wasn’t Mark it would have
been someone else.” Pulling his wife close, Hunter thought about his stunning
baby daughter. His mind was torn between wanting to know and not, he had to
ask; but he was afraid that he would regret the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Although to Mark’s credit it
was him who was there for Alex when she was raped, I dunno if Michael would
have been able to cope…” Hunter said as he immediately felt the change in
Steph, from that moment he knew for certain Alex was not <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s first victim. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As was their relationship,
Hunter knew he could be forward and honest with Steph; so that is what he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“When did JBL rape you?” The
silence was almost deafening, Steph always thought she had hidden it so well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Just before Aurora Rose was
born…” Steph softly said, almost instantly pulling away and curling into a
protective ball. It wasn’t that she was worried of what Hunter may do more that
he would look at her differently, she was more than a little aware what this
could mean to both of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In his mind, Hunter was ready
to go back and finish what Shawn had started but of course he knew he was not
able to do this. As Hunter noted the change in the air had still not changed
back, trying to smile a smile that would never reached his lips Hunter tenderly
took his beautiful wife into his arms and held her close. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you Steph, no matter
what I will always love both you and our daughter…” Hunter began to say, softly
kissing her forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Paul, I was so worried…”
Steph began, trying not to allow her tears to fall but realizing this was all
in vain. As Steph cried, Hunter did his best to sooth her fears away; praying
that Taker would destroy <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As she watched Shawn toss and
turn Rebecca knew she had lost her wonderful husband, in her mind he had
already left her; the man she lay with tonight was not her husband. Picking up
her cell phone she dialled the number of the one person she knew would always
be there for her, waiting for a moment she smiled at the sound of his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I needed to talk to someone,
can I come round?” She knew in her heart of hearts that she need not ask, he
always wanted to see her as much as she did him. Thirty minutes later she found
herself sat in his warm plush living room, the two friends sharing a drink and
enjoying the relaxing atmosphere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s so good to see you, I
have missed you.” He said softly, smiling as Rebecca blushed slightly; he loved
seeing her go red.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“God I have missed you too
Chris!” Feeling unusually bold, she kissed him with a passion she thought had
long deserted her; enjoying the feel of his hands upon her body. As Jericho
continued to talk and listen to her plight, Rebecca could feel herself falling
deeper for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You could stay if you like?
If you don’t feel like heading back of course…” Chris said, softly caressing
her back as they kissed softly. All it took was Rebecca to nod, before he led
her off to his bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Will Alex go back to
Michael? I mean after all she has gone through, I dunno if he will be enough
for her…” Jillian said softly as she lay in Tazz’s arms, the two tenderly
sharing in the silence that had fallen between them. It was a comfortable
silence that both found themselves in, something both were used to feeling.
Tazz had been silent for sometime before he finally took a deep breath and
replied, sharing in Jillian’s; and all their friends concerns.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know baby, I think
she is a fool if she does… but then again, they seemed so in love towards the
start.” Pulling Jillian closer into his warm embrace, Tazz was half expecting
her to ask why Shawn had acted in the way he did but in truth I think they all
knew why. There was certainly something about Alex that made many a man fall
for her, Tazz suspected that it was not something Alex herself was aware of;
but it was true many men seem to have fallen under her spell. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shawn’s in love with Alex
isn’t he, and I suspect he isn’t the only one either right Pete?” Jillian
finally said after sometime, bring Tazz from his own thoughts. Nodding, Tazz
softly replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think Michael would have
always felt second best, it would have driven him crazy!” Tazz smiled slightly
at the thought of Michael trying not to be jealous every time Alex went to the
ring, yes it would have certainly would have broken Michael in two every time
she wrestled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael’s a nice guy Pete, I
just don’t know if he’s right for Alex…” Jillian said, curling up next to Tazz;
nuzzling into his soft neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is Mark the right one for
her?” Tazz asked, softly caressing Jillian as she began to evoke a deep
passionate desire in him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Pete, I just
know you are the right guy for me!” Jillian replies as she softly kissed Tazz,
gently stroking his desire making both aware that they were in this for the
long haul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Randy and Cena walked
Mickie and her sister Leanne home the mood is on edge as they try to avoid
earlier events, but in truth none of them could avoid it for long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ve not seen Shawn like
that before…” Mickie began, gripping John’s arm slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Even when Rebecca was hurt
by Jericho, Shawn was controlled still.” Mickie continued, watching how Leanne
and Randy seemed to be with each other. At first Mickie was unsure about
Randy’s arrival on the scene, she was used to the Legend Killing ruthless ways
of Randy; seeing this other side to him almost unsettled her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But seeing how he had
seemingly come to Alex’s aid, as well as John’s she had to give him the benefit
of the doubt. And if she was being honest with herself, she had never seen her
sister happier than she was right now; even if she understood their friendship
could not last forever, she was seemingly more than happy with all she had
right now. As they reached Mickie’s hotel room, both John and Randy bid the
girls goodnight and carried on to their hotel rooms; talking as they went.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shawn’s in love with Alex
John…” Randy said softly as the two friends walked, Randy trying his best to
gently broach the subject that was on both their minds. John was silent for a
long time, so much so that it almost unsettled Randy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know Randy, I know. But it
doesn’t change how I felt, it never would have.” John replied honestly, being
as open as he could with his best friend. Sighing deeply Randy put his hand on
his friends shoulder, wishing he could comfort his dear friend. By now the two
had reached Randy’s room and had been stood outside for a good ten minutes,
with Randy doing all he could to give support to his friend. Hugging John
closely, wishing he could make all their problems go away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">For a split second, as the
two friends parted they were hit with something neither had felt before;
uncertainty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Do you really love her
John?” Randy asked, trying to block the thoughts from his mind; thought he was
unprepared to feel. If he had been asked that earlier John would have said yes,
without a shadow of a doubt. But now, if he was being honest with himself John
had no idea what he truly felt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Randy took John’s silence to
mean what he thought it meant, and in truth it was much the same as he had been
thinking. Both John and Randy tried to rationalize their thoughts, neither
willing to be the first to admit it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How can one woman have such
an affect on so many?” John finally said, his mind filled with lustful thoughts
he thought he would never experience. With his mind elsewhere Randy opened his
door and stepped inside, looking back to John who stood there looking as though
he was a inexperienced schoolboy; not sure what his next move should be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Wanna get drunk?” Randy finally
said, willing to take a chance; hoping he had not read the situation wrong. For
a moment John stood stuck to the spot, teetering on the edge of desire and what
he believed was the right thing to do. As Randy smiled his lopsided; charming
smile, John made his choice. Nodding, he headed inside and within seconds found
himself in another embrace with Randy. As their passion and desire could no
longer be denied, both men allowed the moment to take them were it wanted them
to go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you sure?” Randy breathlessly
asked as the two pulled back slightly, both well aware that this was a line; if
they crossed they could not go back from.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yes!” John firmly said,
pulling Randy closer; passionately kissing his best friend with all he had. The
two friends allowing their passions and emotions catch up with them, knowing
this could be what they both had been searching for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As morning broke on what
would turn out to be the most important Wrestlemania for their lives, both Mark
and Alex had been up for ages. With the day ahead firmly on their minds, the
nerves had seemingly got to them both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How did you sleep baby
girl?” Mark said softly, tenderly kissing Alex’s soft neck. Feeling his tender
touch, Alex moaned softly as she woke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Being in your arms feels
amazing Mark…” She softly said, trying to avoid answering. Truth was she had
not slept that well, the pressure of last night and their huge match getting to
her slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Tell me the truth Alex, I
know you remember!” Mark said, almost chiding her as he did so. Smiling Alex
was amazed at how well Mark could still read her, touching his cheek softly she
replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ve just been thinking a
lot about last night and today, it is a lot to take in…” Alex said honestly,
knowing that no matter how hard she tried; Mark would always be able to read
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Truth is darling, I had the
same trouble. It is a big thing for us both isn’t it?” Mark replied, softly
kissing Alex’s hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark honey, no matter what;
I will always love and cherish you…” Alex began, knowing deep inside that she
never really need to say the things on her mind; but wanting to nevertheless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Your love and friendship
means everything to me Mark, even if I cannot come home; I am yours always!”
Alex softly continued as she tenderly kissed Mark, caressing his warm solid
naked chest as she did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Forever Alex, I promise you
forever my beautiful girlfriend…” Mark managed to say as his passion and desire
grew, knowing that this moment would last forever in his heart; mind and soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Shawn woke to a cold empty
bed he knew his life was about to be turned upside down once more, he somehow
knew he had lost Rebecca. Propping himself up upon his elbows, Shawn looked
around the room; searching for any glimmer of hope that she had not left him.
Of course he knew in his heart that she had, the moment he landed the first
blow to that low life <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> made him
more than a little aware of that. In his mind, Shawn tried his best to
rationalize all that had happened last night. He cared so much for Alex as a
friend that when she was hurt, he felt like he needed to do something. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Shawn of course knew this was
not all there was to it, of course he loved Alex; who couldn’t. Shawn knew he
was not the only man to have fallen under Alex’s spell, there were others; many
others. But with Alex’s heart seemingly belonging to Mark, there was no way
anyone else; including Michael Cole would ever win her heart. Which is why it
made no sense to him why Rebecca should feel so jealous, with Mark on the scene
no one; including Shawn himself would ever make a play for Alex? Sighing deeply
Shawn got up and began to get showered and dressed, he had a long day; an
important day ahead of him, he needed to be at his best. Shawn was already
dressed and making breakfast by the time Rebecca walked in to the room, neither
had said anything other than <b><i><u>hi</u></i></b> for the past ten minutes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Shawn, I want a div...”
Rebecca began to say, not being able to finish as Shawn spoke; softly but
firmly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If you cheated on me fine,
if you want a divorce fine. But I have never cheated on you, and would <b><i><u>never</u></i></b>
do so either!” His anger was rising once more, not wanting to say or do
something he regret Shawn walked out and continued to walk until he was calm
once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Waking with a stiff neck and
bad back, Michael tried to figure out where he was. Being late last night when
he went for a walk, he had no real idea where he had ended up; but when he was
able to find out something inside him wished he had not been able to. Standing
in the entrance to the cold, eerie graveyard Michael felt very uneasy; more
than a little aware at how ironic this situation was. It must have been really
early in the morning as the whole place seemed to be deserted, feeling more
than a little uncomfortable; Michael began to slowly leave not really sure where
he was actually going. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had almost gotten outside
and was ready to look for transport back to the hotel when he heard what he
thought was his name being called, looking back he could have sworn he saw a
tall figure dressed in black disappearing behind one of the headstones. Of
course in his mind Michael knew that Mark would be with Alex, which irritated
him more than he was willing to admit. Still moving backwards, Michael tripped
over the curb and landed on his butt. Feeling more than a little embarrassed,
Michael wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Picking himself
up and dusting himself off Michael headed off in search for someway back to his
hotel, not really sure if it was where he wanted to truly be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He knew deep down he was not
happy with the way things were, but he also knew he could be fighting a loosing
battle when it came to Alex. Michael’s heart and mind were confused, not just
because of things that have been happening recently. Maybe his heart really did
belong to Alex, maybe he just needed to stop being such a coward; whatever it
was Michael knew he needed to do something about their situation. Before he
knew it Michael found himself standing back outside the hotel, watching the
superstars leaving for the arena. Michael finally made his choice, knowing it
would; whatever the outcome be the right choice for all concerned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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thing he noticed was the sunshine streaming through the hotel room’s window,
the next thing he noticed was the absence of his beautiful girlfriend; Gabby.
Although he was a rational and confident man in most things, the one thing Dave
was unsure about was if he was enough for Gabby. Truth was that no matter how
successful or rich Dave was, there would always be this little voice; niggling
doubt in the back of his mind that he would always fail. If he was honest a lot
of his doubts came from his time in the Children’s Homes, always being told he
was worthless and would amount to nothing; he may look like he could win many a
fight but deep inside he was still that small little naïve young boy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had seen many things
during his days growing up, he had been both victim and instigator in many
situations. After getting into trouble one too many times and ending up in
jail, Dave finally made the hard choice to turn his life around. After a hard
road he found himself on top in the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>
and a role model to many youngsters. It was with immense pride that Dave
carried not only any belt he held but also himself, knowing that there maybe kids
out there watching like him. But sometimes Dave’s own fears and insecurities
seemed to overtake him, in his heart Dave knew Gabby loved him and would never
leave him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He also knew that Gabby’s
feelings had nothing to do with his money or success, so why couldn’t he quiet
the voices in his head. He was about to call for Gabby when Dave felt her
softly kiss his shoulder blades and wrap her arms around his waist, smiling he
sighed deeply at her touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I was worried when I woke
and you weren’t there…” Dave began, softly caressing Gabby’s arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry honey, I just
couldn’t sleep; too much to think about I guess…” Gabby said softly, tenderly
kissing Batista’s back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Big day for us all baby, not
least Alex and you…” Dave replied as he smiled, knowing it would not take long
for Gabby’s questioning mind to take hold. He was right, within seconds Gabby
was asking question after question about what Dave had meant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“All in good time my darling,
all in good time!” Dave said softly, as the two dressed and left for the arena.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Much like many of their
friends, Hunter and Steph had not slept much. Their minds filled with not only
last night’s events or their pasts but also all that the ‘<b><i><u>grand daddy of them all</u></i></b>’
would hold for all of them. They had talked about things, but in truth neither
had really found the answers they were looking for. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know you said it was okay
Paul, but do you want me to take a paternity test?” Steph softly asked, the two
having been sat in silence for quiet a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Surprisingly Hunter had no
doubts whatsoever in his mind that he was indeed their daughter’s father, but
there was something in him that bothered him; he just could not place what it
was yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Of course I don’t sweet
heart…” Hunter said as he pulled his beautiful wife gently into his arms,
trying to not allow his mind to think of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
or what he had done to Steph and Alex. But try as he might Hunter’s mind kept
coming back to one question that seemingly burned itself into his mind, was <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> responsible for more than just these two
attacks… something in his mind was telling him it wasn’t, but having no proof
would always thwart any attempts Hunter could think of making. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">And then the other question
on Hunter’s mind came up, something none of the friends had actually been able to
confirm; was Vince aware of or involved with the attacks… again with no solid
proof, there was little Hunter could do to help his friends; or was there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I just have to check on
Shawn baby, I’ll be right back.” Hunter told Steph, as he silently slipped out
of their hotel room and headed for the lobby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Dialling her number, he
finally spoke; he needed to know the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Linda, I need to know; I
need your help. Did Vince know about <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
attack on Alex, it’s important I know the truth.” As he listened to Linda,
Hunter saw Rebecca heading back to the hotel; Shawn was obviously in for a
rough ride.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The only couple to really
have a restful sleep were Jillian and Tazz, not that it had been all peaceful
though; both had nightmare-filled dreams. Jillian could not shift the thoughts
of how she had once been so in love with a man that would become so evil and
twisted, she never thought in a million years <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
would ever turn into this guy she saw now. Looking to Tazz who lay sleeping
like a baby next to her, Jillian couldn’t help but count her blessing as she
thought of the loving man she had in her life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">While Tazz could not shift
his thoughts of how Michael, his supposed best friend had changed so much in
such little time. Tazz thought he knew Michael better than anyone, the two had
been through so much together. They had become instant friends when the pair
were paired up together on Smackdown’s announcers table, people actually
thought the two were lovers the way they were together. A part of Tazz had been
flattered that people thought they were so close, as daft as it may sound; Tazz
liked to be needed and wanted. Of course both men being married, the rumours
soon stopped when everyone were used to seeing Tazz and Michael out together
with their wives. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was little secret that
Michael was a bit of a coward when it came to how people treated him on screen,
he would never stick up for himself; and every time he tried it would backfire.
Case and point, take the Texas Rattlesnake; Stone Cold Steve Austin. The job of
a good commentator is to give fans their opinions, the facts and make it
interesting. But in doing so, Michael had said something about the boss that
Stone Cold took a great dislike to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It would not be the first or
last time Michael was attacked, in one way or another; for his views. But this
was one time when the kicks and punches were not planned, the beating Michael
took was more than a little real. Which is why Tazz could not understand why
Michael would want to screw the boss’s wife, surely he knew that you don’t
cross the boss?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Waking in almost a cold
sweat, John felt stuck with fear as he looked to the figure laying in full
nakedness next to him. It was the type of fear he was unused to, something
about this situation bothered him; but not what he expected. For the most part,
Cena was a man’s man. He was tough, rugged and love his girls, beer and music.
But deep inside of him last nights events had fuelled something within that had
not scared him as much as he was expecting it too, in fact it seemed to be
totally the opposite for John. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Randy however, was a
different matter. He knew straight away that something deep within him had been
awoken by John’s kisses last night, and if he was being honest with himself; it
excited him. Randy loved his wife and daughter, and was certainly very
attracted to Leanne; but something in him said that he also enjoyed what
happened that night. The two men had been awake and in silence for a good ten
minutes before either felt ready to speak, even then if both were honest
neither had the slightest clue what to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Morning…” Randy said, the
strain in the atmosphere obvious to both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey…” Cena replied, not sure
what he was going to sat let alone felt. Again the silence descended upon them
both, both being left with their own silent thoughts of last nights events.
These thoughts were soon joined by thoughts of their match today and the show
on a whole, there was so much on the line for all of them; everything needed to
be perfect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What happens now?” Randy
finally said after what seemed like forever of silence, looking to John who was
silently trying to find his voice still. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t know Randy, I just
don’t know…” John finally managed to reply, not sure if he wanted to ‘<b><i><u>go
there</u></i></b>’ with Randy; but also not sure if he wanted it all to stop.
Taking a deep breath and taking a chance Randy boldly and swiftly moved forward
and lay a kiss upon John’s lips, not stopping until he felt John relax. He
needed to know, he needed to make that choice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No one needs to know, that
way no one gets hurt…” Randy said softly, getting up to dress and head to the
arena. Both men were still stood on the edge, but by the end of the day; they
would both know the answers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With everyone headed for the
arena the day for most had seemingly passed without a hitch, with only Michael
left to wrestle with his thoughts. His mind was still trying to convince
himself that fighting for Alex would be a good idea, when in truth he knew her
heart now belonged to Mark. Michael thought back to the moment they had met,
smiling at how they had bumped into each other and their things had gone
everywhere. Maybe it was just that she was different to the other new blood,
maybe she genuinely loved him once. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">How could it have gone so wrong so
quickly?</span></i></b><span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> Michael thought as he headed for the arena, but before he had
the chance he was collared by Edge; who had a job to do. A job he had to carry
out no matter what, not that he ever had problem with being the bad guy of
course; it was just that even Michael Cole didn’t deserve this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’ve been told to give you
this…” Edge said before handing the video tape over to Michael and walking
away, in truth this had to be one of the lowest things Edge had ever done; and
he would hate himself for it. Before Michael had the chance to say anything
Edge was gone, leaving him alone and wondering what this was all about. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Heading to the arena
Michael’s journey was; like the others relatively quick, heading to the
production truck he asked for access to a TV and video player and then headed
of to see what Edge had given him. Michael had made himself comfortable and
began to watch the video, quickly wishing he hadn’t. But as he went to turn the
TV off both Edge and his cronies; Ryder and Hawkins came in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’ve been told to make you
sit and watch it all…” Edge said firmly, even though he wanted to let Michael
run. Michael went to protest but was forcefully made to sit and watch the rest
of JBL’s sick video, with Edge having to turn his head away it was left to
Ryder and Hawkins to hold Michael down. <b><i>How can JBL be so evil?</i></b> Edge thought
to himself as the tape came to an end, with a silent and stunned Michael left
the three men walked out. In Edge’s mind this was one too far, but JBL was not
done there; not by a long shot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Good luck guys, be lucky!”
Alex says as she hugs both John and Dave tightly as they head out to the ring,
they were up first; and what a way to start of Wrestlemania! Dave and John were
up against Ryder and Hawkins as part of an inter~promotional match, it had got
interesting when after calling both ‘<b><i>wuss’s</i></b>’ the match turned into being
for the tag titles. As the match got underway it was Dave that got the upper
hand, being his normal powerhouse self and kicking some ass. Shawn and Hunter
sat backstage in their locker room watching and were soon joined by Tazz and
Jillian, with the four couples talking as they watched the match.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So how are things Shawn?”
Hunter said, looking to his friend who had been pensive since they had left for
the arena that morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“She left me… for Jericho…”
Shawn finally managed to say, tears stinging his eyes as he talked. The shock
and silence had filled the room, no one knew what to say; least of all Hunter.
Truth was that no one <b><i><u>could</u></i></b> say anything, Shawn had
to do this alone; it was just a good thing that he had God to be there for him,
as well as some great friends! Both John and Dave had been on top for most of
the match, but then as John went to FU Hawkins; Ryder stopped him. Which earned
him a massive spear out of the ring from Dave, but the momentum sent Dave out
of the ring too; leaving both men out for the count almost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With John trying to fight
back he went to deliver his shoulder tackle when, from out of nowhere Edge
tripped him up and pulled him out of the ring as Ryder and Hawkins distracted
both Dave and the ref, Marty Elias. With John being beat up by Edge and Dave
being beat up by Ryder, it was left to Randy to make the save; rushing to his
best friends aid. With Edge and Orton fighting outside the ring and Dave
managing to take out Ryder, it was left to John to take out Hawkins for the
pin; which he got easily! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Randy was already in their
locker room by the time both Dave and John had got back to celebrate with Alex
and Mark, with Randy hugging both Dave and John warmly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Thanks Randy…” Dave said,
both men realizing that this was the group’s approval and acceptance of him,
Randy smiled; glad that he could finally be seen as the man he truly was. By
this time Tazz, Jillian, Shawn and Hunter had shown up and were also not only
congratulating the new tag team champs, but also thanking Randy for his timely
save. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was now time for the ECW
champ; Matt Hardy to defend his hard-earned title, trouble was it was against
this powerhouse of a man Mark Henry! As the friends watched Mickie and her
sister Leanne turned up, causing a strain between Randy and John that only Mark
understood. As the friends sat watching Matt Hardy beat and pin Mark Henry no
one had any idea just what <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was
planning, or how much it had affected Michael. Michael must have been sitting
there for a good while because one minute he was trying to hold back the tears
and the next he was being called to the announcers table, still trying to get
his head around what he had just seen. As he slowly walked to the ring, the only
comfort Michael could take was that he did not have to call matches with the
man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had become something of a
lost cause in recent years, with Tazz not really doing as much as he would have
liked; but then after everything it was understandable. In the years that
Michael had been without <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
company, he had been paired with; The Coach, Mike Adamle; Todd Grisham and
lately Mick Foley. But now Mick was bored and wanted a new challenge, due to
head for TNA after Wrestlemania; Michael would once again need a partner. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sitting quietly outside the
ring, Michael gave Mick no option but to be the lead man that evening as they
greeted fans to Wrestlemania 30; which was being held once again at the great
MSG ~ Madison Square Gardens. With Cole meant to be kicking things off with JR
as the first match got underway, everyone was well aware that Michael’s mind
was nowhere near on the job in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Shawn and Hunter headed to
the ring, they caught Matt coming the other way being warmly greeted by his
little brother Jeff. With Shawn and Hunter congratulating Matt warmly before
they went out for their match, Hunter spoke to Jeff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Good luck for your Money in
the Bank ladder match Jeff, I’m sure you can make your big bro proud…” Hunter
had of course said it to fire Jeff up, which it certainly did. As Hunter and
Shawn left the two brothers to celebrate, Hunter spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you sure about this
Shawn? It’s better to go out like this than after letting it get to you!” Shawn
smiled at his best friend, there was no way he was about to let him or everyone
else down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I think we need to steal
this show!” Was all Shawn said as he headed out to the ring almost trailing
Hunter behind, they carried out their usual infamous “Suck It” routine with
even more vigour; knowing there would be seven people out back joining in with
the chants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Are you ready?” Hunter would
ask, followed by the fans screaming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No New York, I said… Are You
Ready???” He would continue at the top of his voice, as he climbed up upon the
ring ropes. As the fans screamed and cheered he would get back down and head
back to the centre of the ring and continue, as Shawn gave the sign.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Then. For the thousands in
attendance, for the millions at home watching and for Michael Buffer to show
him how it’s done…” Hunter loved to make a reference to his “Let’s Get Ready To
Rumble” chant, it always seemed to be a fitting way to give even more props to
the man who Hunter admired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Let’s get ready to suck
it!!!” Hunter would shout at the top of his voice followed, or rather joined by
thousands of screaming fans. And as Shawn took the mic from Hunter all the fans
got off their seats and got themselves ready to shout, yell and scream as loud
as they could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And if you’re not down with
that, then New York City’s got two words for ya…” Shawn would say, then quickly
holding the mic out for the fans to shout back the response… There is something
rather satisfying about hearing a hundred thousand screaming fans shouting ‘<b><i><u>SUCK
IT</u></i></b>’ at the top of their voices! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Rhodes and DiBiase now
in the ring and the two teams doing their own ‘<b><i>stare downs</i></b>’ Alex and
Mark sat close together watching the monitors, much the same as Jillian and
Tazz did. Both couples kept close body contact and both were very tactile with
each other, Randy and John; however were different. Although both held their ‘<b><i>girlfriends</i></b>’
hands, neither seemed to be jumping at the chance of being closer to them. Mark
had not only been around long enough to know people but he had also seen pretty
much all, including when two best friends of the same sex get caught by the
loneliness bug. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">He had seen his fair share of
failed and ruined relationships take place because of this bug as he liked to
call it, he had also; to be fair seen some long term loving friendships
flourish because of it. Whatever was to happen it would be between Randy and
John, what caused Mark problems was that two lovely girls in Mickie and Leanne
would seemingly get so hurt by it all. When things were more settled Mark would
quietly have a word or two with Randy and John, but that would have to be for
another day; tonight was about one of if not <b><i><u>THE</u></i></b> biggest match
of his career. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the friends watched on
they saw how no matter what Shawn and Hunter did, Rhodes and DiBiase would
always be one ahead and would always be able to counter their moves. Half way
through the match Shawn was thrown outside to the mats, showing his anger for
himself and more; he proceeded to kick the hell out of anything around him, it
was only Hunter coming to him that calmed him down. With Hunter and Shawn
outside the ring and the official, Jack Doan counting them out; a shot of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> came up on the titron. He had a video tape in
his hand that Michael knew all too well, and in the other hand he held up a
picture of Hunter with Steph and their beautiful daughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Who’s the Daddy Hunter?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> sneeringly asked, as all continued to listen
in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Not you, that’s for sure!!!”
He added, letting out a cackling laugh as he disappeared from screen. With Jack
almost up to nine they rushed back into the ring, with Hunter ready to let his
anger flow. Of course <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and the
tag champs thought this would cause Hunter and Shawn to loose, neither realised
it would make them more determined to win.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the match continued,
Hunter was beating the holy hell out of Rhodes; who had become the sacrificial
lamb as it were. It would take Jack many attempts to get Hunter to stop this
beating, finally loosing his patient he was about to disqualify Hunter and
Shawn when Shawn pulled Jack back and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Awww come on Jack, what
would you do if you had just found out that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
raped your wife?” There was a look in Jack’s eye that said more than he ever
would, he nodded silently and just gave Hunter one last warning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Paul, I know how you
feel; but rules are rules!” Jack said as he backed Hunter away for a moment,
and for that moment there was a look between both men that they both would
understand. As Hunter goes to make the tag he is hit from behind and before
Shawn can come to help he is sent flying out of the ring and landing hard
against the concrete floor, with Rhodes and DiBiase left to beat up on Hunter
2~on~1 he tried his best to hang on. But then rushing to the ring, one of <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s old friends came to help beat up Shawn
outside the ring who was trying to help his best friend. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Orlando Jordan ready to
beat the hell out of Shawn it was left to Tazz to make the save this time,
storming to the ring to suplex the hell out of Jordan; giving Shawn time to
help Hunter out. While Hunter and Shawn beat up on DiBiase, Rhodes is left all
alone and outside the ring. When Jack is distracted Tazz slaps on his
Tazmission hold, and keeps it there for a while. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Hunter now sending
DiBiase sailing out of the ring and Tazz sending Rhodes in, both men in the
ring got their finishing moves and Hunter quickly picked up the win. With the
two in the ring being joined by the fans to send a huge ‘<b><i>thank you</i></b>’ out to Tazz
for the assist, Shawn and Hunter head to the back and managed to catch up with
Tazz; thanking him warmly for his help. Nodding his thanks back, Tazz heads off
to Vickie Guerrero’s office; knowing he needs to make things right again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Shawn and Hunter back in
their locker room with their friends and Tazz off to see Vickie Guerrero it was
now Mickie’s turn to get back her gold, teaming again with Kofi Kingston; they
would go up against Santino Marella and Beth Phoenix once more for the titles
they lost. Trying his best to be normal John was trying to give Mickie some
comforting words and stuff, though his heart wasn’t in it; and soon realised if
he wasn’t careful she would see though him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Good luck out there honey, I
know you can do it…” John said as he patter her on the shoulder, thankful Kofi
had turned up. With Mickie more than a little aware that something was wrong
she tried her best to get into the right mindset for tonight, smiling at how
Kofi was still full of smiles and happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“How can you be so happy when
we have a lot riding on this match?” Mickie finally asked as the two got ready
to head out to the ring, enjoying the feeling of his hand upon her back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It’s the Jamaican vibe, it
makes everyone so laid back and chilled…” Kofi replied as he took a deep
breath, moving forward quickly to lay a kiss upon Mickie’s lips praying and
hoping he was not wrong. She should have pushed him away, she should have told
him she was with John and to not do that; but in truth it was what she wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You okay John?” Mark asked,
making John more than a little aware he knew more than he was letting on. That
was one of the many things everyone knew Mark was good at, reading people; he
was the master at it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Yeah I’m cool thanks Mark…”
John replied, hoping he could fool Mark; knowing deep down he could not. With
John’s mind on Mark rather than Mickie’s match it had already been going for
ten minutes before he had taken any notice, only noticing when Mickie was sent
from the ring and now had Santino almost stalking her. Part of John wanted to
save her, but part of him was stuck to the spot like the other fans. With Kofi
down for the count, it was left for a unlikely hero to make the save; Finlay.
With the ref, Chad Patton being distracted it was left to Finlay to use his
shillelagh on Santino and help out Mickie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mickie kicking Beth’s ass it was left to Finlay to throw Santino back in the
ring and allow Kofi to deliver his finishing move and pick up the win, while
Kofi and Mickie celebrate in the ring Finlay goes to leave. Before he has the
chance Mickie is out of the ring and heading to thank him, stopping his with
her hand on his arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey Dave, thank you for what
you did; I just thought John would have been there for me!” Mickie said softly
as she batted her eyelids at him, she had no idea what or even who she wanted
but she did know it wasn’t John she loved anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Anything for you Mickie, you
deserve better honey…” Finlay said in his soft Irish accent, smiling at Mickie
as he did so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Maybe I could say thank you
with a drink later?” Mickie knew she was flirting, but in truth she didn’t
care. With a smile that Mickie knew all too well, Finlay left and headed to the
back leaving Mickie and Kofi to continue celebrating. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“So what do you think
Vickie?” Tazz asked, playing with his sunglasses. He had not been in Vickie’s
office long when he felt the nerves rise within him, he knew that he was doing
the right thing but he wasn’t sure if he could forgive Michael.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If it’s what you want Pete,
then it is fine with me. How is Michael by the way?” Vickie said, almost
sounding like she actually cared. Of course she didn’t, and was only trying to
rub things in. Ignoring her taunts Tazz thanked Vickie and left, leaving her
office and heading back to his friends and beautiful girlfriend. On the way he
caught up with Mickie and Kofi celebrating their win, as all the friends headed
back to Shawn and Hunter’s locker room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Tazz and Mickie entered
the locker room, John is heading out to the ring for his match. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well done honey! You
deserved it.” John said quickly, pecking her on the cheek as he tried to not
let his emotions run wild. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Both knew they needed to talk
but neither wanted to be the first to speak about it, but by the time John had
found the right words the moment was gone; with his match for the title against
Kenny up next John had no choice but to leave things as they were.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“We’ll talk after my match
okay honey?” John said softly, looking to Randy who passed by heading for a
coffee. It was at that moment Mickie realized what was wrong, it had hit her
with such shock that she needed to be away from John quickly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry…” Was all she
could manage to say, as she ran for the exit. Mickie had no idea where she was
headed, just that she had to go somewhere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was only as she ran into
the solid chest of Finlay that she stopped, he did not even need to ask if she
was okay before she had started to cry into his solid chest. Instantly Finlay
pulled her close into his arms, knowing she needed it; not wanting to let go
and hoping it would last forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark had this sixth sense
about what had just happened, pulling Randy to one side and talking quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Promise me you will not
purposely hurt Mickie and Leanne?” Randy wanted to argue the point and defend
himself, of course he knew Mark was spot on with his accusations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I promise Mark, I… we will
sort things.” Randy said, sighing deeply. He knew that of all their friends the
one man no one could keep anything from was Mark, he was just too much like his
character! Mark nodded and headed for some coffee, leaving the friends to talk
and watch John’s match. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">That was of course if there
was going to be a match, Howard Finkel had already introduced Kenny three times
now and nothing had happened. Then the camera head to the back where they find
an unconscious Kenny being tended to by Victoria who had found him and had gone
for help, no one had any idea what would happen; they all just had to go along
for the ride. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">John just stood in the ring
watching the titron like pretty much everyone else, wondering not just about
what had happened but also what would happen. With the new RAW manager being
seemingly thrown into things, he had to make a choice. No one had any idea if
Kenny would be okay, there was certainly no way he could compete anymore; so
John needed a replacement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It was down to Mike Adamle to
make a choice and find a suitable replacement, having found one he knew that it
would not be a popular choice; but one he would have to make! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Kenny is unable to take part
in the match…” Adamle began, trying to let the boos die down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And I have been approached
by someone who feels like he deserves a shot at your title John…” Adamle went
on, knowing this decision will not be very popular with the fans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He came up with an idea that
was just too good to pass up… so John, let me introduce your opponent for
tonight’s match…” Adamle added, as he headed off to the back and allowing
John’s opponent music to hit. As soon as Edge’s music hit the crowds boos got
louder and John’s face looked as though he secretly had guessed this would
happen, as he stood at the ramp with a mic in his hands; everyone including
Michael went silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Bet you’re all wondering
what this idea is aren’t you?” Edge began, wondering inside if <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s idea really was a good one. He had been told
in no uncertain terms that he was to hurt Cole and Alex’s friends as much as he
could, to be honest even though Edge was used to being the bad guy; he felt
this was taking it too far.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well John, how does a
falls~count~anywhere; no disqualification match sound?” Edge continued to say
as he walked down to the ring, taking his jacket off as he stood on the apron. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sliding into the ring John
and Edge had their “stare down,” the two men hustling for top dog position;
before Edge spoke once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hey Cole, still thinking
about that video? Maybe next time you can watch!” Edge’s sick smile caused
Michael to wish he could rush in and kick Edge’s ass, but he knew John would
take care of that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Sure enough the second the
bell rang John was on the offensive, delivering a huge beating to Edge who had
little time to get out of the starting blocks. Meanwhile in the back Mark had
been listening in quietly to all that was happening, his anger rising more and
more as he heard how <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had been
acting. Mark had no respect for anyone who hurts women, he had done something
things in his life; but never purposely hurt women. It was something of a
bugbear for Mark; he would always try to defend the girls he worked with and
for; always wanting to be the protector. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Okay there were times when he
had to do some storyline where he would beat up a woman, but that was his job
and he would always take it easy on them. But in truth most of the girls on all
roasters were scared of Mark, they all tried to avoid him; that was until Alex
came along. From the first moment she had come to Smackdown Mark was aware she
was something special, there was something about her that just blew him away.
When she was with Batista and he had let her take that spear from Edge; Mark
knew he needed to do something, both Batista and seemingly Michael had left her
alone and it was breaking Mark’s heart to see her in pain. He had to go to her,
something deep inside of him compelled him to go help her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">So being the man he was he
went to the ring and saved her, carrying her back to her locker room; totally
unaware that Michael wanted to be her hero. And that was where Mark felt the
problems began, Michael was always the soft-spoken quiet man; the coward who
would avoid trouble at all costs. If Michael had acted sooner Alex would have
been safe and Mark would not have fallen in love so easily with Alex, of course
he could not blame Michael for everything. He too must take some of the blame,
working with the girl he had lost his heart to was probably a bad choice. But
Alex too, was not perfect; surely she must know that many men have fallen for
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With the fight between John
and Edge now out of the ring and heading to the back, John was still all over
Edge and looked to have things won when he went to deliver his FU on Edge;
looking to put him through a near by table. But before he had the chance one of
<st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s old friends came running in,
from out of nowhere and delivered a huge big boot to John’s face. Leaving Edge
time to recover for a moment, Orlando Jordan began to lay a beating on John
that actually worried all the fans; and of course the friends watching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">So much so that Randy ran to
help John, rushing past Mark as he did so. Mark was in two minds as to if John
would need help, but was sure Randy would have it all covered. With Randy
surprising Both Jordan and Edge, John who had by now recovered was left to pin
Edge and retain his title; thanking Randy after the bell had rung. The two
heading back to the locker room, both men were silent for a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark knows about us John,
Mickie too I think.” Randy finally managed to say, stopping before they reached
the locker room; both men silent for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Is Mark angry at us?” John
said, already aware Mark wanted to kick his ass for wanting Alex.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“He just wants us to sort it
and not hurt the girls.” Randy said honestly, knowing he needed to have a huge heart-to-heart
with Leanne.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Guess I should find Mickie
then…” John half said and half thought, realizing that he was about to hurt
someone he did actually care for. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Both men headed off to find
their girlfriends, leaving Mark glad they would soon be ending their lies. For
a little while Mark stood outside the locker room watching how Alex and the
other friends interacted with each other, unaware that things would be turned
on there head so much so soon. The next match was to be the Money in the Bank
Ladder match, most of the wrestlers were in the ring all looking pensive and
eager to go. There was Jeff Hardy, MVP, Kane, Finlay, CM Punk and Evan Bourne
in the ring; the only one not there was Chris Jericho.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As the cameras were called
backstage again they came across a totally unconscious Jericho, with his
running buddy Lance Cade by his partner’s side trying to rouse him. It was just
like the last match with trainers and doctor’s declaring Jericho unfit for action,
leaving Vickie Guerrero and Mike Adamle a lot to think about. Teddy Long had
his idea as to who should take the spot and while Adamle agrees, Vickie of
course being none too keen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The fans want to see it
Vickie…” Teddy said, looking to Adamle who nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And he does deserve it after
all… would be great for ratings!” Adamle added, as Teddy nodded.<br />
“Fine, just hope and pray that Kane doesn’t get any ideas!” Vickie says as she
heads off to her own office, wondering who took out Jericho in the first place.
It was left to Teddy this time to make the announcement that there had been a
change in the advertised line up, but this time it was met with cheers and
chats of ‘<b><i>619</i></b>.’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And the final participant
for tonight, Rey Mysterio!” Teddy said, as the crowd went wild and his music
hit. Evan Bourne looked so happy, while Kane was so angry he almost looked like
he would snap. As soon as Rey hit the ring he, along with the others in the
ring all beat up on Kane; knowing he was the man they all needed to fear. Within
the first five minutes of the match the seven other men in the ring had beat
Kane so badly that he was near unconscious and being moved onto a ladder that
sat perched on the edge of the ring and the security railings, allowing Jeff
Hardy to do his high flying daredevil Swanton Bomb from the top of a twenty
foot ladder and smashing Kane’s body through it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Jeff tried to recover,
Kane was taken away; leaving the six other men to continue all hoping to win
the match. Twenty minutes later Jeff had fully recovered and was left with CM
Punk standing in a sea of broken bodies, neither man knew what to make of the
scenes in front of them. Both quickly climbed the ladder and were stood within
finger tips reach of the prize, the two friends both seemingly stuck in the
moment. And then something happened that shocked everyone including Jeff, Punk
backed away and allowed Jeff to get the briefcase and the win.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With Jeff in shock and Punk
congratulating with him, Matt comes rushing to the ring to also join in with the
congratulating. All the fans were going wild, even more so when Shawn and
Hunter came out on stage and gave him there applause; seemingly everyone was
ecstatic that Jeff had won it big time. Everyone was so happy for Jeff, Mark
felt proud that the kid had done it. Smiling to Alex who was now looking over
to her friend, Mark was still stood slightly outside the locker room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Your turn next Mark…” Tazz
said, as he looked to Mark who was seemingly still very pensive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“You guys nervous?” Jillian
asked, looking to first Mark and then Alex who was also very quiet. Both just
about managed to nod before they were all being alerted to the fact that <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was in the ring already, and he had a mic in
his hands! With Mark pulling Alex close, the other friends had all gathered
around the TV screen in the locker room wondering what <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was up to now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Guess you all hate me right
now?” He said, partly to the fans and partly to all the wrestlers in the back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Well, you’ll hate me even
more when you see this little video I had put together! Roll the tape…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> demanded, as he sneered towards Michael who
looked like he wanted to kill <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>.
As the tape began it showed <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
with a list of women he had ‘<b><i>taken</i></b>’ all of whom were part of the <st1:stockticker w:st="on">WWE</st1:stockticker>, it seemed John Bradshaw Layfield loved to be
the bad guy for real. Then it showed how Steph’s name was highlighted, causing
Shawn and Tazz to try hold back Hunter. Then things begin to get worse, with <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> showing how he ‘<b><i>took</i></b>’ Charles Robinson’s
wife before she died of cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">It would only be thanks to
the other nine referee’s that Charles didn’t head to the ring and kick <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s ass, but as he calmed Charles knew he would
have the last laugh; realizing he was the referee for the main event. But it
was <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s next actions that would
cause him the most trouble, as the footage began Alex and Mark knew what was
about to happen. It was the same video Edge and his buddies had forced Michael
to watch, it was like reliving a nightmare for all the friends involved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Alex knew this was to play
mind games with Mark, and if she was being honest with herself it was working.
He had been staring blankly at the TV screen for the past twenty minutes, even
after the screen went blank; Mark was still silently sat staring at the screen.
With so much on his mind Alex knew this could make or break them, with so much
to think about Mark began to walk away. Alex followed him, knowing whatever the
choice they needed to make it together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark?” Alex said softly,
gently touching his arm; cautiously approaching him. She could see the pain
etched upon his face, the hurt of not being able to have saved her when it
counted most. With his winning streak on the line, as well as Alex’s future it
was all becoming too much for Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“What if I cannot win this
fight Alex?” Mark said quietly, aware that for the first time in his life he
was not able to intimidate someone. Alex stood watching the man she love almost
break in front of her, her heart being ripped from her chest all she was able
to do was hold him close. Whispering soft reassurances into his big solid chest
Alex cursing <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> for the pain he
was putting all her friends through, gently she caressed Mark and spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“No matter what Mark, I am
always yours. I will love and be with you always…” Tenderly Alex kissed Mark’s
cheek, causing him to blush. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you my beautiful dear
sweet friend…” Mark said softly, gently pulling Alex closer. The two friends
now found the calm they longed for, but knew it could not last for long; both
would be called to the ring soon. But for that one moment the two friends only
saw each other there, their minds and hearts belonging to each other. As Mark
headed to the curtain his eyes caught Alex’s looking slightly lost, softly
taking her face in his hands Mark kissed Alex tenderly; in that moment their
souls belonged to one another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Ready baby girl?” Mark asked
softly as he pulled away, nodding Alex walked to the entrance curtain and tried
to calm her nerves as they headed to the ring. As soon as Mark felt Alex’s arms
around his waist his mind cleared of negative thoughts, he wanted to hand <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s head on a plate to all that had been hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
already in the ring with a ready to burst Charles Robinson, Mark headed to the
ring; the two doing the usual ‘stare down’ as the cell lowers and the door is
chained shut. With the three men in the ring and Alex nervously looking on
outside, the whole arena was silent. Outside Howard Finkel did the introduction
while inside Charles was trying not to let his anger rise; of course Mark saw
this and nodded to Charles who seemingly knew that the beating <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was about to get was for everyone he had hurt.
Even though Mark felt he was ready to kick <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
ass, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had other ideas and as
soon as the bell rung proceeded to beat the holy hell out of Mark.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The beating he was giving to
Mark actually scared Alex, who had never seen Mark in this amount of pain
before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come on Mark…” Alex tried,
in vain to help Mark fight back. But nothing seemed to help, no matter how hard
Mark tried he could not come back for the beating he was getting; even Charles
could not help out, getting a huge clothesline from hell for his troubles. As
Mike Chioda rushed to the ring and unlocked the door, Alex knew it was bad.
With Mike trying to help Charles, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
was left to continue his beat down of Mark. Fearful for Mark’s well being Alex
rushed into the ring and covered Mark’s bleeding limp body with her own,
begging <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please John stop, I’ll do
whatever you want; just please stop!” With tears flowing, Alex was willing to
sacrifice herself for the man she loved. With no one in the arena sure what <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> would do, a hushed silence descended upon the
crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Beg me bitch, in front of
your friend…” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> sneered, as he
grabbed Alex’s hair roughly. Alex’s scream sent fear through her friends out
the back and made Michael wish he wasn’t such a coward, Mark began to stir
slightly but still had no way of defending his beautiful friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please stop John I beg you,
stop…” Alex said as she allowed her tears to fall over Mark’s lifeless body, trying
to protect her friend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Hear that Taker, I told you
she was mine now!” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> sneered,
hauling Alex away from Mark who could not protect his friend. What happened
next took a matter of moments, but for both Mark and Alex seemed to take
forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Within seconds John and Dave
were rushing down to the ring to help, followed closely by Shawn, Hunter, Tazz
and Randy; all desperately trying to save their friends. But <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> had a plan, with Edge; Ryder; Hawkins; Jordan;
Rhodes and DiBiase stopping them before they could help out. With fear in her
eyes she watched on as her friends were taken out by <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
and his friends, and even as other wrestlers tried to come to the rescue; <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> always seemed to have it covered. With Alex
looking at a near unconscious Mark she tried to make it to his side, knowing he
was her salvation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">But then she realized the
ring was surrounded by seven big burly men, all intent on beat the holy hell
out of them both. Grabbing her by the hair once more, <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
made Alex look on as the six men beat the living daylights out of an already
near lifeless Mark. With tears flowing now Alex begged <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
to stop, but as her pleas were ignored her unlikely hero could no longer stand
by and see her heart breaking. Michael had to act, so rushing into the ring without
thinking he tried to find his voice. The confusion this act alone caused <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> and the others gave their friends enough time
to recover, and fight back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Don’t tell me the coward
wants to fight?” <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> said, looking
down his nose at Michael who had Alex behind him. With Mark now recovered
enough to fight and within seconds he had gone for <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
while the other friends continued to fight on, quickly Michael took Alex out of
the ring and sat her with Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross for safety before heading
back into the ring. With all hell breaking loose outside the cell and Charles
Robinson back in the ring, neither Mark, Charles nor <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
could believe that Michael was getting back into the lion’s den.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m sorry Mark…” Michael
began to say, looking to Charles who still wanted to kill <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>. Taking him off guard Michael lands the hardest
punch of his life squarely on <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>’s
jaw, before beating the hell out of him. With Alex left watching Michael find
his fighting spirit, Charles reluctantly tried to get Michael to stop. Within
seconds of him stopping Mark had taken the beating to <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>,
every blow he landed being one for all the people <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker>
had hurt but especially Alex. As Mark delivers his finishing moves, Charles was
back in the ring and makes the quick count for Taker to win.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Here is
your winner and still world heavy weight champion... The Undertaker!” As ‘The
Fink’ proclaimed Taker the winner Alex rushed back into the ring to celebrate
as <st1:stockticker w:st="on">JBL</st1:stockticker> was helped out of the ring
and limped off back to the lockers, they were soon joined by their friends;
Jillian, Gabby and Steph all rush to the ring also wishing to celebrate and
thank Mark. The only one not in the ring was Michael, who sat leaning against
the security barriers quietly taking it all in. When they had first met he had
instantly fallen in love with her, he had not been widowed long and maybe this
was part of what had gone wrong. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Whatever it
was, something had gone wrong between the pair. Maybe the fight was too great a
risk, maybe his jealousy would always get the better of him. Whatever it maybe,
they needed to talk; he needed to know. Heading to the ring, he pulled Alex to
one side. Hoping they could talk quietly, of course he had not planned on
having an arena full of fans and wrestlers wanting to listen in!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I know I
hurt you Alex, and I know I screwed up; but I miss you! I miss us… can you ever
find It in your heart to forgive me? I still love you so much.” Michael said
honestly, trying not to allow his fears to rise as the whole arena went silent;
the ring being surrounded by the wrestlers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Michael I
forgive you, but I cannot see how we can make it work…” Alex said softly,
trying to make a choice she wished she never had to make. Mark could see her
heart being torn, he knew there was a risk he could lose his soul mate; but he
needed to let her make that choice, for the first time in his life Mark could
not influence this choice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Can we not
try? I know that I have been foolish, but I don’t want to give up.” Michael
said, trying not to let the fact the whole arena was intently listening to what
he had to say. In his mind Michael would have rather done this in private, not
in front of over one hundred thousand people; this would be the one time he
wished everyone would ignore him as usual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I don’t
know Michael…” Alex said as she looked to Mark, who was silently stood in the
ring; bloodied, bruised and very battered; intently listening in like their
other friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Mark?” Alex
said, wanting him to say something; anything that would show her heart the way.
Trouble is his heart was not telling him what he should do, he was torn between
fighting for her and letting her go; silently he thought for a moment before
speaking softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“If you want
to give Michael a second chance I will understand, but you know I love you and
will give my life to you…” Even though his body was aching he had to be honest
with her, allowing the real Mark to show through. Alex knew she had the biggest
decision of her life to make; with Mark she was always going to be safe, but
her heart was meant to belong to Michael. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Deep in
Michael’s heart he knew he could not hold on to her love, Mark was everything
he was not and then some. He knew he had to make the choice, he knew she could
never make that call; it was in her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Alex… its
okay, go to him.” Michael began, turning to leave the ring; his heart broken in
two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With an
almost broken Mark looking on, his own heart was struggling with what was
taking place in front of him. But as Michael left the ring and Alex did not
follow he tried not to jump to conclusions, it was still Alex who needed to
make that choice. Looking back to Mark, Alex saw something she had never seen
before; fear. In all his years he had never felt fear as such, Mark was always
the strong one that would never let anything show. But now as he faced the very
real situation of losing his soul mate, Mark was anything but sure of himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In that
moment Alex saw what she felt her heart had been hiding from her, the man she
had truly fallen for and the one she believed was her soul mate. Looking to
Michael, who already knew she was lost to him now; nodded his approval. With
Alex and Mark surrounded in the ring by their friends, both wished they could
be back in the comfort of their locker room and alone; but Mark was aware that
he needed to show the real him right now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Doing his
best not to wince as he limped to the middle of the ring, Mark was met in the
middle of the ring by Alex; who was to be fair still searching for the right
words. Holding the mic to his lips, the whole arena went silent; superstars and
officials from the back heading to ringside, longing to not only see but also
hear the legendry Undertaker break character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“My dear
beautiful Alexandra…” Mark began, actually fearful of the silence that now
surrounded them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Some people
believe that love, true love, is experienced by very few; and that to attain
this type of love you must know real pain, heartache and suffering. If they are
right, if the depth of love is measured by the depth of suffering; you can be
in no doubt that what I have for you is true love indeed…” With the silence
surrounding them all Mark could hear was his heart beating in his chest, while
all Alex could hear was this wonderful man being the one she always saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I give my
heart soul and life to you, my dear sweet beautiful girl…” Mark continued, but
stopped just as quickly. Wanting to say more, to say what he truly felt in his
heart but was unsure. Smiling softly it seems Alex was the only one who was
actually sure, moving forward slowly slightly. Gently Alex softly caressed
Mark’s cheek as they both stood in <b><i>his yard</i></b> both seemingly thinking the
same thing, all it took was Alex’s soft touch to make Mark aware he was doing
the right thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Nodding
softly, Mark took his sign and continued to finish his sentence, sinking to one
knee as he often did after a match; only this time was much different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“My
beautiful girlfriend, will do me the honour of becoming my wife?” There seemed
to be a huge collective <b><i>gasp</i></b> fill the whole arena, both felt
it and were sure that it was felt all around the world also. In truth; part of
Cole was happy, Alex was a good woman and deserved to be loved and treated as
such. In his heart though he still wanted her to look back at him with an
unasked question in her eyes, of course he knew she would not. And she did not,
smiling softly before nodding and softly saying yes before throwing her arms
gently around Mark; who to be fair still grimaced slightly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark,
I’m sorry; did I hurt you?” Alex said softly as she helped Mark back to his
feet, both trying to ignore the rumblings of happiness around the arena.
Shaking his head Mark softly took Alex’s face in his hands and smiled softly,
taking as long as he could studying this beautiful creature in front of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">With an
almost “first kiss” feel about it, Mark gently but swiftly moved forward a few
extra inches and delivered the softest of tender kisses to Alex’s willing
longing lips; both trying to block out the fact that the whole arena were
cheering for them as they did so. As their kiss continued, the arena began to
eventually clear of many fans and superstars; the more hardy ones stayed of
course, but this too would soon change. After what seemed like forever the two
lovers broke their kiss, their eyes saying all they both needed to say. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Without
another word they left the ring, and even though he was hurting Mark still
insisted on carrying Alex to the back in his arms. Softly she caressed his
bloodied face as Mark carried her back to the locker room, where he laid Alex
softly upon the large leather couch that they been sitting on earlier. Mark had
wanted Alex to rest while he showered, Alex of course had other ideas;
seemingly not wanting to loose sight of him. Alex wanted to taste him, to see
him, to feel him close to her; all so that she would never be facing the
thought of losing him again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Surprisingly;
or not so thought Mark, the two had managed to remain alone for this long and
hoped it would continue. Something which they both were in much need of, with
more than his fair share of aches and pains Mark tried to undress from his ring
attire. Feeling an unspoken urge in her, Alex began to help him undress; softly
making sure she caused Mark no more pain than he was already in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">As Mark
showered, Alex sat alone on the couch; trying to rest and take stock as it
were. So much had happened over the past five years, it had not seemed like
five years; sometimes less and sometimes more. But now, as Alex thought about
Mark loving proposal she finally could believe that she was truly settled. As
Mark continued to shower Alex continued to think of all that had brought them
to this moment, she thought about her past; an upbringing she would rather
forget. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">She thought
of how her heart had been struck quickly by Michael, and how she had seemingly
found her place in the arms of the Deadman. Ruefully she smiled at that
thought, although she was brave enough to approach him; Alex was always aware
of what others said. Their warnings of his temper and that he was a loner were still
in the back of her mind when she approached him that time, but it was joined by
something else; something at the time she could not place. When Batista had
left her in agony outside the ring after Edge had speared her, it was Mark who
had come to her rescue; he was the one who carried her to safety. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">There was
something in his eyes that she was sure of, if only now at least; he had never
shown to anyone else. Had Mark always been in love with her or had it just grew
out of their time together? Had she
missed the signs that someone, maybe God had shown to her? Whatever it was,
Alex felt sure that it; whatever “<b><i>it</i></b>” was, was certainly in his eyes
that day. So engrossed in her silent revive was Alex that she never heard Mark
finish his shower or head out to the huge leather couch by Alex’s side, softly
he smiled at her daydreams; which he could tell were good ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Taking a
deep breath, Mark needed to know; he had to ask.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Come lay
with me?” Mark said softly, as he tried to lay upon the sofa. After some effort
Mark managed to lay back slightly, slowly Alex lay close next to him; but no
matter how hard she tried, it still made Mark wince in pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark,
I’m sorry did I hurt you?” Alex cried out softly, smiling he shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I’m just
feeling my age baby girl…” Mark said softly, as his soft tender fingers gently
swept across her naked midriff. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Both were
more than a little aware that Alex was turned on by this action, and if both
were honest it was something they both wanted to continue. Gently Mark turned
Alex so she was facing him slightly; tenderly they began to kiss, caressing
each other as they went along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you
Alex, you are so beautiful…” Mark began, softly kissing her lips once more as
his fingers nimbly began to undo the top she was wearing. Seeing that she did
not attempt to stop him Mark continued, softly kissing and caressing her as he
slowly undressed her. In her mind Alex knew where this was headed, so slowly
she too began to undress Mark; gently helping him out of his towel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Now instead
of resting Alex wanted to explore these feelings Mark was creating deep within
her, with both nearly naked Mark stopped; his eyes seemingly searching her own
for the answer to an unasked question. All it took was Alex nodding for Mark to
understand completely and continue to undress her, not stopping until both were
completely naked. Now naked, both continued to softly kiss and caress each
other. Mark was tender and slow in every move he made, causing Alex to be more
than a little aware this night would last forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0000cc; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please
don’t stop Mark; I want to give myself to you…” Alex said quietly as she
tenderly took the lead and began to gently caress Mark’s ever-growing desire,
all Mark could do was nod silently; more than willing to give his heart, body
and soul to the woman he loved more than life itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">(</span><i><span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Cambria","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">This part is the
slightly naughty part.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">)<span style="color: maroon;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Mark’s fingers began to caress Alex’s willing body, gently making his way to
her bountifully breasts; his fingers easily manipulating them into arousal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark…”
Alex softly managed to breathlessly say, her heart totally lost to him now; not
that it would have taken much persuading in the first place to be fair. Maybe
her heart had always belonged to him, maybe it was that he came through for
her; whatever the reason Mark certainly had her heart, body, mind and soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“My God you
are so beautiful Alexandra…” Mark just about managed to say, his breath being
taken away by this stunning beauty before him; one he could now officially call
his own. That thought alone filled him with a yearning that he was not used to,
there had been other women in Mark’s life of course; but none had ever had this
effect upon him. Alex had always hated her full name, it was part of the reason
she came up with the wrestler name long before she had taken up wrestling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">The only
people ever allowed to call her by her full name were Gabby and her parents,
but now as she trembled at the sound of her name on Mark’s lips; she realized
he too would be one of few. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Your name
means helper of mankind…” Mark began to say softly and seemingly out of the
blue, Alex went to question him not realizing what he had meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“It fits
your personality so well; I am blessed, truly blessed.” Mark continued, his
heart still pounding in his chest; it was no good, he had to have her. With an
unabashed passion Mark continued his passionate loving tender assault upon
Alex’s willing and wanton body, she gasped out loud as his fingers found their
mark. Gently he would tease her nub, creating a longing desire neither would be
prepared for. Slowly his fingers found their way inside Alex causing her to
allow a deep moan escape from her lips, pulling him to her; she spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh Mark, I
am always yours…” Alex’s body shivered with pure pleasure against his solid
frame, yearning to give herself to him. Within moments she had found herself
laying helplessly underneath his massive frame, almost pinned to the sofa by
his own highly sensitive body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Mark was so
ready it took all his will not to fall at the first fence, with his body
hovering within inches of her own he needed to hear the words from her mouth
before he went down that road; he needed to be sure this was what she really
wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Please
Mark, make love to me…” Alex said seeing the question in his eyes, she knew he
would never just take her. Maybe that was the thing about him, she knew that he
would always respect her wishes and she would always be in control. Nodding,
Mark slowly entered Alex, trying to control his own wanton desire from taking
over him completely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Gasping
aloud as she finally felt him inside her, Alex tried to find some coherent
thoughts; finally giving up when she realized it was all a waste of time.
Entwining her body with his, they moved as one for the longest time; feeling
both of their desires growing to the point of no return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God
Mark, I’m going to cum…” Alex called out, pulling him even closer to her. He
needed no other words and totally understood what she felt, gently picking up
the pace slightly until they both could feel Alex letting go; finally allowing
herself to give everything to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“Oh God
Alex, I love you…” Mark called out as he came deep inside Alex moments after
she had, his eyes fixed to her own; their souls now joined as one. Slowly the
two lovers came down, resting together; their bodies still entwined as they
began to feel sleepy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“I love you
Mark, I promise you forever.” Alex said softly, gently caressing his naked
torso as he lay in her arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“And I love
you forever my beautiful partner, I will always belong to you Alexandra.” Mark
replied, knowing his heart and soul were indeed safe with this beautiful
creature; he could trust his ‘<b><i>helper of mankind</i></b>’ with his life.
And that was indeed what he would do, for maybe the first time in his life Mark
would give himself totally and completely to someone. As they two drifted off
to sleep, Mark was for the first time in his life contented; excited for all
that the future held for them both.</span><span style="font-family: "Tahoma","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-7344034161724031872012-05-02T02:53:00.003+01:002012-05-02T02:53:32.154+01:00A Few Things To Say....<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Colin. A member of St. John in Kent, though he is working
with LINKs while he studies with our Uni. Oh my life he had me and my colleague
in absolute stitches, I don’t know when I have met someone as funny or easy to
talk to. From his genuinely interesting life, to his ability to do a fair few
impressions of peoples accents; he is a genuine funny and nice guy ~ but never
in my life will I look at oral sex in the same way again!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a little gem
for anyone, who like me loves to send her mobile/cell phone for a swim! Yes we
have all been there, not always on purpose; but we that have done this learn
that phones and water do not mix!! So here’s a little tip; if your phone has
been for a swim… turn it off and find an airtight container. And some rice. Now
it does not matter what type or colour; just that it is dry stuff. Place phone
in airtight container, fill with the dry rice and seal the container. Leave it
for, ideally 48 or 72 hours; though 24 should do the trick. You should now have
a fully working phone again!!!</span><o:p></o:p></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-66706374294782514912012-04-09T05:01:00.001+01:002012-04-09T05:02:47.222+01:00Just to Say....<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Watch this space ~ more blogs will be coming asap!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://words.bighugelabs.com/blog.php" target="_blank">Check This Out....</a></span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-90468553410899363792012-04-03T04:04:00.000+01:002012-04-03T04:04:15.860+01:00Fanfic Tastic! CSI Miami...<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My Dearest H,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I never thought this moment would come, never thought I would be able to say the words I longed to say. That day seems so long ago, but yet; it still feels so raw… I am sure it does for you also. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When you came to my rescue that terrible day, you must have just felt like it was your job; yet how quickly things changed. To have lost one member of your team is bad enough, but two must have hurt you deeply; now I see why or rather how you could understand so well how I was feeling… you were feeling it too weren't you?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I never did get to thank you for saving my life twice that day; you really were my hero on more than one occasion. I do not know if I would have given up had you not been there, I know you always said I was far stronger than I knew; but I still do not know what would have happened had you not been there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As the months went by all I could think of was you and those beautiful blue eyes, I could not explain it; I tried to rationalise it… but you were all I kept coming back to. Your kindness and warmth meant so much to me, and right at a time when I needed it most.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It took me forever to call you, and even longer to get the confidence to ask you out. I can still see the look on your usually emotionless face; it was like you had never been asked out before. I must admit the silence was not what I expected, nor was the coolness of your reply. But I do understand now, I know why you would not let me jump right in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It must have taken so much for you to let me in, to tell me your past. I hope that I conveyed all that I truly meant that night, I knew it would not be an easy ride; but with your arms around me I knew I would never regret falling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I don’t, nor will I ever regret falling. You make the days seem easier, and the nights oh so longer when we are together. I know that I shall always have your heart, and am sure that you know you shall always have mine too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I will always feel save, and be protected when I am with you; my dear sweet beautiful H.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In closing, thank you for the past 12 months; and here’s to the next years. I cannot wait to spend them with you my darling husband to be, I know they will be the best years of our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Always Yours<br />
Alexandra xxx</span><o:p></o:p></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-86147294596174631072012-03-21T01:57:00.001+00:002012-04-03T04:02:03.965+01:00The Crap from Hell....<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel so bloody useless.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You don’t realise just how much you rely upon your hands ~ and to a lesser extent; feet ~ until you lose the use of them. Okay so I know ~ well, hope it will only be temporary; but it is still a scary thing to have to face. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Especially when you are used to being the “strong” one. I am always the one they ask to help with the heavy shopping; I am always the one they go to when they have a tough jar or tin to open; now I just feel weak as a kitten!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As someone who uses their hands a lot, as a writer and within my St. John work; the prospects of not being able to do the things I love is overly hard for me to deal with. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Even things you take for granted every day like eating and going to the toilet, are problematic ~ do you know how hard it is to cut up a stake with the wrong hand? Or wash after you’ve been to the loo?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Usually this would not be a problem, I’d ask my folks to help me out and spend a few days resting it etc. but things are not normal at the minute are they? Nope, we have the cousin staying!!! I have realised that I really do <b><i><u>NOT</u></i></b> play well with others!! And if you add the stress to when I am not feeling too good; it all makes for a very nasty Nicky!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now don’t get me wrong I love my cousin, I really do… I just cannot live with her! And I know that sounds bad too, it isn’t meant to. It is just that our house is so small and we are all in each others faces… well, that and the fact she is such a lazy mare!! And totally indecisive over everything, even chocolate bars!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have struggled to get through these past six weeks, and in truth I have failed badly. Dad has the scars on his arm still to prove how angry I can get, I am sure the neighbours have gotten used to my “moments” but I doubt my cousin will… still didn’t make her want to run for the hills though.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don’t want to be angry, petty or nasty; but I really have had the most awful trouble coping with it all. Which has been made all the worse because I am in pain with my hands, feet; and various others bits that need to be thrown in the bin!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today is Monday 19<sup>th</sup> March; she has finally gone to another lady’s for a few days… she shall be back Friday when my Dad will tell her she has to be gone by the end of April… hopefully only staying with us Friday and Saturday. However, I am sceptical of this actually working; but then that is me ~ and I know that life has a way of biting you in the ass when you least need it too!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lord only knows I need this free time, let’s hope I can get some calm rest between now and Friday!</span></span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-51456029354951862142012-02-20T12:05:00.002+00:002012-03-15T23:44:31.126+00:00Men! You're ALL the Bucking Same!!!<a href="https://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150632936377855">Men! You're ALL the Bucking Same!!!</a>:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">I’ve been going over this in my mind again and again, have been thinking about how to write this for ages. I wish I knew where to start, wish I could be clinically like I can with most other things in my life. My life is shit; I am tired of how it has been treating me. Maybe I deserve it, they do say you get what you give don’t they; well maybe I deserve this crap?</span><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I have asked for this, turning myself into something I am not; then expecting life to treat me better. Perhaps I am being punished for how I treated people in my past, lord only knows I have not always been as nice as I could have been! There was Phil, who I hurt because I was not able to handle my feelings for someone else and his inexperienced ways. And I know I hurt Scott deeply too, god rest his soul ~ how I miss that man, biggest regret of my life!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could have been nicer, better and kinder; I am sure. But putting aside all that, I am not a bad person. I would do anything for anyone, I am kind. And honest, and loyal; and loving. Maybe this is my problem? Maybe life does not like nice people; maybe this is how it is meant to be? Yes part of these things I am feeling is from being turned down, again; but it is more than that. Everything has gotten on top of me of late, if it isn’t my love life; it is my health. If it isn’t family problems, it is political problems… it all has this nasty habit of fucking up my life, and making me wish I had an end to it all. And the sad thing is, I don’t know if I could change much of it even if I tried. I mean how on earth will I ever be able to compete with those girls you see on Geordie Shore or in TOWIE? And let’s be honest, when you look like them girls; girls like me (fat, ugly and stupid ones) will never ever get a look in.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I knew long before most other people I would never be worth much when it came to looks and love etc. I am great, believe me I think/know that I am; but I will never be good enough for some Greek Adonis ~ that just isn’t how things work for me or my life, and that’s not putting myself down; it is just me being honest and realistic! No matter how great my personality, without lots of money; I shall never look like them girls guys go wild for. I know not all men go for that, but the only thing I make is a great friend… that or a good fuck ~ and now that part of my life is over; there does not seem much open to me anymore! Now I know you will all think I am just on a downer and exaggerating, but I have lived with myself far longer than the majority of you have known me. I know me, I know my life; and I know how it works and will end for me. And believe me when I say, I know that it will not end well for little ol’ me!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Truth is I cannot blame being turned down twice for these feelings, it is more than that; this has been coming for a long time. Far too much is wrong, and far too many people think they are helping and know best… I hate feeling the way I do, I hate being alone; I hate my depression and the lack of confidence that plagues me so much. Even when I try to be brave & approach people, I get it wrong; it has never worked out ~ I am never enough and always get the “I’m not interested” line! Well, either that or the “let’s fuck & nothing else” kinda guys! Both depress me even more than being alone does, it is always the same old story ~ and let me tell you; none of that bodes well for me and my future! Yes, it is true; my lot is certainly not a happy one ~ which is why I feel like the only way forward is if I close my heart to everything and everyone… maybe the best way is to hate all; that way I can know what to expect right?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let’s face it, there are far too many examples of the shit I have had to deal with; hell I could write a book about it all ~ now there’s an idea! Not sure all my “ex’s” (and I use that term loosely, there have not been many of them have there now?) could deal with being part of a book; maybe it has something to do with a guilty conscious? Not all have been <strong><em>that</em></strong> bad; just that none have really bothered to stick around and see the real me… Truth is, I know that I give out the wrong impression; I know I do not always help myself ~ but let’s be honest here, you guys are all the same anyway; so what’s the point really? You all think with your dicks, that is all you want from any girl; it fuels you and all that you do. So when that is the last thing you want, or can do; it clearly leaves a huge problem to deal with doesn’t it? I mean, what else are you guys going to see in me? Because you sure as hell don’t see my kind, caring nature; or my loving and loyal personality do you?</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All you see is the flirty, bubbly girl you want to fuck and forget; or the best friend you can share you deepest, darkest secrets to and never think any more about... I am not your potential girlfriend, or a possible wife; I am there for you to use and abuse ~ that is all I shall ever be! And you know the worse thing about all of that? I am stupid enough to <strong><em>allow</em></strong> you to do that to me, I <strong><em>let</em></strong> you treat me like this! Even when I try to change the way you guys think, you still see me as a nothing or no one kinda girl. Take the two single guys I have tried to get to know, I have things in common with both. I am not after their money or position in life; I just simply wanted to get to know both better… no strings or promises, just to see how I got on with them. I am fed up of a million and one “do-gooders” telling me that “I’ll be okay;” and “I’ll meet someone…” Trust me on this one, I won’t; and it will not happen ~ ever! Deal with it, because that’s what I am having to do!!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As much as I know the majority of my friends, care about me and have my best interests at heart; but please believe me when I say that I know what I am talking about. No I am not going to be okay, no I am not going to find someone; this is my reality and how my life will end. And it isn’t about having faith or belief in myself, it isn’t about putting myself down either; it is purely me being totally honest ~ which no one seems to be able to handle. Why is that? Why can those friends with my best interests at heart not see it, why do they insist on trying to get me to believe in fairytale fantasies? I know it may look like I am being negative, but I am not; just being honest. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, and I am sorry if you think I should be more positive about myself and life; but it will just not work out for me that way… and before you start to give me examples of “happy endings,” allow me to give you my own examples.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is only ever drunk men, married men or men with “issues.” All they ever want is to fuck me, and the sad fact of the matter is that I allowed them to use me and take what they wanted to take. I thought by giving them what they wanted, they would love me and stay. Sex has never been big on my list of priorities, never interested me or been something I longed for; it was always “you” guys I wanted to please ~ thinking this is what would make you want me and stay. The countless number of guys who want to spend time with me when I am giving it out, who then cannot wait to marry someone else… the guys who want to share their secrets with me but would rather spend their lives with anyone else, and don’t even start me on about married men! Yes I know I have not helped myself, yes I know I could have been stronger; that is my fault… and I am the one that will have to answer for my actions!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So trust me people, I know my life; and how it is going to turn out. In light of all this, I have decided to close my heart up and throw it away. No long will I need it, no longer will I ever try to find the confidence to make the first move; no more Miss nice girl ~ me and love are over, I am leaving you; and no coming back… I am a woman, and I quit this crazy little thing called love!</span></div></div><div><br />
</div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Because it's damn true!!!</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-26823411700867194832012-02-13T06:45:00.000+00:002012-02-13T06:45:53.149+00:00Alastair Campbell & This Week....<div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Having finally caught up with my politics stuff, I wanted to talk about something that Alastair Campbell spoke about on This Week; (a political satire programme, on after Question Time) mental health and depression. I can hear a few gasps around the room, but hopefully I can hear a few people getting comfortable too…</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1 in 4 people will, at one point in their lives suffer with mental health issues. I heard a comment from someone (I think he was American, but I won’t hold that against him) that he thought it was all rubbish and a made up English thing. And I found it a crying shame that people like that exist, that people like that can so easily and quickly dismiss the fact that mental health issues can be just as bad as something which you can see ~ in my opinion, many times worse.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let’s face facts, many people cannot bring themselves to admit they have mental health issues; scared of what people will say. How they will be treated, and how others we deal with it… we have seen the adverts where the guy asks how his work colleague is after being off for a while, it shows the many reactions that the guy who asked could get. It is one of them things we don’t like to talk about because we don’t know how to handle it, we don’t know what to say.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To hear Alastair talk about it openly makes a difference, to hear that politicians go through what I have been though means a lot more than someone who pretends they understand and care. More celebrities should talk about it though, I know many have no problem these days admitting they have been bullied; so why not that they have gone through some mental health issues? Of course I know why, because so many people <strong><em>still</em></strong> see it as a weakness.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have suffered with severe clinical depression for far too many years. I know that being bullied did not help, but I am certain it is far more than that. I have tried to get help many times, most times result in either a “quick fix” which fails to go the distance; or end up causing rifts between my parents and I ~ sounded like the Queen there didn’t I… oooo get me ~ which is the one certain and constant thing I have always had in my life, and the one thing I get very defensive over! I have tried taking tablets to help me, but I could not get on with them firstly; but also feel like they are not “dealing” with the problems and only masking them…</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It is hard to explain to someone who has never “been there” just how it feels when you have depression, or indeed any mental health problem… how can you tell someone that you are sick, when they cannot see anything wrong with you? There are no bits hanging off or lumps and bumps, there is nothing to show people; especially if they are strangers! Now it is true to say that family and close friends can usually tell when things are wrong, but how do you show someone like the job centre just how you feel?</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now I don’t claim to have all the answers, but I can assure readers that the one thing you should not do; is follow the path that I took. The one other thing sure to unsettle people more than telling them you have a mental health problem, is to tell them you tried; on more than one occasion to kill yourself. There is nothing quicker than those words to get many a friend running from the hills, or to send chills down the spine of people when you tell them that. I don’t choose to tell people because I am ashamed of what I tried to do, I am unsure of how you will deal with it if I tell them I was (and still am sometimes) that weak that I could not cope or deal with life.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The stigma attached to mental health issues are a hard one to overcome, Alastair is correct about that. He is also correct that more politicians and celebrities should be more forthcoming when it comes to dealing with their own issues, not just for themselves; but also others who suffer too. It is not a sign of weakness to be diagnosed with cancer, diabetes or heart related conditions; there is no stigma attached to bullying or abuse. All those things are terrible to not only live through, but also deal with; why should mental health issues & depression be any different? There has been much good work done to highlight the problems people with disabilities and special needs face, people are beginning to understand just what these people go through; so why can we not do the same with mental health problems?</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The only difference between the two sets of people is that you can <strong><em>see</em></strong> any physical differences someone might have.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.292969); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I would like to see a world where everyone can live in a safe; fair & free open society. Where we seek to balance the fundamental values of liberty, equality and community; in which no one shall be enslaved by poverty, ignorance or conformity... in other words, where we are all free to be who we are; and to be respected as human beings regardless of race, religion or our health related issues.</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-57910084291458141412012-02-10T05:35:00.000+00:002012-02-10T05:35:18.174+00:00On A Rant Again... (Yes a political one ~ but it isn't a bad one!!!)<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Firstly, I’d like to wholehearted congratulate Chris Lofts and Lisa Samiotis; our new County Council Councillors for Towcester. What a great result and in my opinion, something that we all needed… Well done to all; especially Jane Hollis & Scott Collins, for all the hard work that went into such a great end result. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now can we in the Northampton part of the party all look towards the future and the NCC (Northamptonshire County Council) election? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What happened to our party at the Borough election was horrible, as a party member who had helped out & worked her butt off; as well as a human being who saw many a good person (yes even you Mister Woods) lose their seats ~ it hurt like crap. We are all (including me) licking our wounds, yes still. To be so soundly defeated may have been what many thought we deserved, I am not here to question that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What I do want to bring up is the fact that we seemed to have just stalled and come to a halt when it comes to Borough matters. I can understand why, and can see that with only four councillors (one of whom is Deputy Mayor) it is very hard to be an effective opposition when it comes to council matters. However, my big fear is that those good people that we had with us; will just give up and essentially let “them” win. Such a huge amount of experience and passion will be lost to this town, and that can never be a good thing!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There is an old saying, which I feel is most apt here… “When you fall, you don’t give up. You pick yourself up; dust yourself off and start again…” <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I can see why many feel that this is not an option open to them. Pride (or ego, you call it whatever you like) is one of those things that; once it takes a beating, it takes a hell of a lot to make things better. Some may feel too old or past it, I get that feeling too. Believe me, I totally understand why many have the feelings they do; I cannot say that I would not feel the same if it was me.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But here is where I think I might differ slightly, and I am not preaching or anything at people that are better than me! If it was me, sure I would be devastated; but I hope that sooner rather than later I would pick myself up again. I am sure that someone; probably my parents, would kick me up the butt and tell me to pull myself together and get on with it. And they would be completely right to do that, after all that is what political life is partly about isn’t it? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know that I am not a Councillor, and have not been in politics that long; I admit I do not know all the ins and outs of the local political world. However, what I do know it that s*it happens! One minute you are the best thing since sliced bread, the next you can be clinging on by your fingernails. That is just the way things are, you are damned if you do; and damned if you don’t… in short; when you enter into the political field, you must understand and except that you are not <b><i><u>always</u></i></b> going to get things right ~ and you are not always going to be liked by everyone! Again this old saying seems to fit; “you can please some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time!”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I am sure than many councillors (and not just in my party) understand this, I understand this; and should I take that step to try become a councillor I’d like to think I would never forget that either. It must be so hard to continue to fight with passion and fire as strong as it was when something like this happens; when you lose so heavily, I imagine that it makes you question everything… up to and including the belief that those who vote must hate you so much that what is the point in fighting again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But my point to end is that you simply must keep going. I know that it is hard, and I am sure that I underestimate just how hard it would be. But I feel that you just cannot let “them” win, you cannot just give up and let whatever party it is sell the people of your ward and town down the river. People can be fickle, (I am no different) we sometimes vote without thinking things through fully. We as voters want the best we can for ourselves and family, we want the best for our town. We use blind faith sometimes in the hope that those courting for our vote really do care, and really will do their best for us and our town/community. Sometimes the vote will not go our way as politicians, but that does not mean we should give up on the fight or wanting to do our best for the town or its people… <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">At the end of the day, we are all voters too. We all belong to this town and we all want our best for our families and our town don’t we?</span><o:p></o:p></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-92122603766586551242012-02-09T02:02:00.001+00:002012-02-09T02:04:10.721+00:00Dearest Gil,, a csi fanfic - FanFiction.Net<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7816526/1/Dearest_Gil"><span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Dearest Gil,, a csi fanfic - FanFiction.Net</span></a><br />
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</div><div><span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Must try my hand at writing something like this as soon as I can!</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-57672041274002594082012-01-28T02:11:00.000+00:002012-01-28T02:11:14.489+00:00Women & Men ~ Take Note.....<span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wrote the following after seeing a link on Facebook a friend commented on, I did not know all the "other bits" to the link and will not be commenting on all the other stuff here. I am not sure I understand enough about all the facts to make a true opinion about the matter, I wrote this originally to say that the main basis of the "bill~that~was~not" was that I agreed with the idea of "just say no" being a viable option when it came to sex... I do not think that it should be <b><i><u>all</u></i></b> down to women, guys you have to take an <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">equal</u> amount of the thing here; after all ~ you have a part to play too! I also believe, as I will hopefully show in the below piece; that sometimes "no" is an option! It should not be about "having" to preform to feel like a woman (or man for that matter) ~ it should be about what "<b><i><u>YOU</u></i></b>" want, not what you "<u><i><b>SHOULD</b></i></u>" be doing!!! </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">Having just seen a link on facebook posted by a friend regarding a female MP and her bill, I thought that I would add my own views; which may not be liked by everyone ~ but again, it’s just my views!</span><br />
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<div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nadine Dorries is MP for Mid Bedfordshire and as I can understand it put forward a bill about extra sex education lessons for young girls between 13 & 16 years old; which would include advice on "the benefits of abstinence".</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now it seems that she has withdrawn the bill, apparently causing a million and one feminists, humanists and pro-choice activists to cheer madly and wildly. I have no idea why Ms. Dorries removed the bill, which won support first time around; I also have no idea why other woman are so against this bill either. Surely the whole point of years of struggling to get equality means that we women do not<strong><em>have</em></strong> to follow the crowd or do what people tell us to do? I don’t normally look to myself for an example; but let me put forward my view of this…</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hate sex. I have never liked it, and I doubt I ever will. Despite what people may think, despite my flirty nature and past misdemeanours, it has never been of interest to me. Now much of this I am sure is down to my hormones and constant bleeding/women troubles, but it is partly due to choice too!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What I need is other women that understand, not to feel unnatural and about as sensual as a pencil. What I need is to find one guy who doesn’t think with his dick and will be understanding, not continued pressure from all and sundry to be more of a woman.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It would be heaven to not feel like a freak just because I am not being banged every single night, or because I don’t want to be screwed by every man to walk god’s green earth!!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You know what, I actually agree with Nadine to some extent. It would be great if girls were taught that you don’t need to have sex, until you are ready. And while I am at it, why not teach young girls more about what can go wrong with their bodies; rather than just what happens when they get their man (or men) into bed… no one ever told me what happens when your bits go wrong. No one has ever said, this is normal or this is not normal. And when I have only my mother to turn to for advice, it can get very hard to not only find my voice when something goes wrong; but also understand my body and life. So instead of making the women you are fighting to gain equality for, feel like freaks; why not start supporting a full and complete sex education for women!!!</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-73160218614181240632012-01-28T01:59:00.000+00:002012-01-28T01:59:24.729+00:00And She's Off On A Rant Again!!!<div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><u><b><span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few things that have been on my mind of late</span></b></u><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">…</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's been a while since I wrote anything blog like, so I thought I would get my finger out and start again… The Daily Mail/Mail on Sunday… the devil reincarnated or a good honest read; that says what people really think? I know what I think, but please discuss!!!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Why is it that when something hurts, everything else wants to join it too? When my left leg wants to hurt, my right heel wants to join in the party… then my women’s troubles wants to come along and start causing havoc, and if that wasn’t enough my head wants to pound me into submission… on top of which I manage to get caught by the mother of all colds!!! Including the full blown, blocked nose, sort throat and dry tickly cough too!! Jeez, doesn’t my body know I have a life I need to be getting on with!</span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having just watched the news about youth unemployment rising, I wanted to make the point a friend made; what about dropping the youth part for those of us older than 24 years old? It should be just about the unemployment aspect, rather than just being about the yoof of today! I can understand better than most just how it feels being unemployed, that doesn’t change because you are young or old; if anything it is worse for those nearer to retirement age than youngers just out of school.</span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-51645120416106936112012-01-28T01:55:00.000+00:002012-01-28T01:55:31.118+00:00More Nutty Nan...<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another day and another problem to deal with for us, Nan is; I know an old age and as such has earned the right to let loose.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But it seems that far too many people are happy to just let her fall by the wayside than they are to help her. I don't think it's a good thing that she is in debt and cannot look after herself, nor do I think it's something people should just shrug their shoulders at.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What if it was YOUR Mother or Gran? Maybe you are so rich you can keep bailing her out? Maybe you have the money and time to do a 180 mile round trip every day? Or maybe you just have a black hole where your heart should be? Either way, I am screaming out for help and no one seems to be listening.</span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-43989905968230167152011-10-22T06:33:00.000+01:002011-10-22T06:33:51.121+01:00Nutty Nan's are Damned Difficult...<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:TargetScreenSize>544x376</o:TargetScreenSize> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">I cannot begin to explain what angers me most, that this has been allowed to happen or that so called London Community Spirit is nowhere to be seen.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">My Nan used to be the one who was always there, the one to give her all for everyone. She'd never think twice about giving her last cent to those who needed it, she was always the first to help and last to leave.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">So you can understand why I am just a little bit pissed off that now, when she needs help most; they have all seemed to have fucked off and left her in this appalling state.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">She worked in the centre of London until she was 85 years old, when she retired due to the start of health problems. And I think this is clearly where the trouble began, there is nothing for her to do anymore now. Being widowed in her mid 50's also did not help, but she always had something or someone to keep her occupied. And then things changed, losing the community hall across the road has made it worse in my opinion.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">With her health getting worse, she lost the sight in one eye; and when you couple that with heart and breathing problems, it all adds up to an elderly lady getting frail and older. And that in itself scares me, especially with the area she lives and indeed the world we live in. Maybe it is very Tory of me, but how can you trust someone that would kill you as soon as look at you!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">So with the health problems and the area she lives in, it already looks bad; add to that the fact she is clearly lonely and has nothing to do. Now the problem she has been faced with is dementia - something she believes she does not have, but clearly does. And I guess this is what has been making things worse, that and the fact she still thinks she is working and earning a wage.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Truth is she is slowly becoming unable to look after herself or indeed her affairs, and I won't even start on about the state her flat is in! She was never like this when younger (yes I know it happens with age) and the truth is, it is frighten to think someone could be allowed to get like this is in our Country. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Part of my anger is towards all the "friends" she helped out over the years, those she looked after. Where are her religious friends? What about those she used to work for/with? Or those from the Eastern Star whom she spoke so highly of? Or even those fellow Freemasons that stood with my Grandfather before he died? Where is this "loyalty" they speak of so highly?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Yes I know she is our family, but when that family cannot be there surely the purpose for friends is to take on the families’ mantle? Is it too much for someone to give a damn? I want to blame the council of the area, but in truth I feel that they are like most council’s; say they'll look after all the people in the ward and then neglect those that matter most.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">She lives in a block of flats that seem to be the place the council send the misfits of society - and I do not mean any offence by that, just the best way to explain. The flats cannot have been modernized in all the years they have been up; they don't look like it anyway! It's a two bedroomed flat and when she was able, seemed easy to clean and look after. But now, it is a totally different story. Whether or not it is her health causing her trouble, she simply cannot look after the flat as it is.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">It looks like she hasn't hovered in years, goodness knows how many dust bunnies there are under the beds etc. The spare room is filled with food and gifts and things I know she cannot afford, the bath looks like it either hasn't been used or cleaned in years. The loo is bad now, especially due to there being a leak from upstairs - filled with damp and stains all up the walls. And there is a distinct smell of stale urine around, not unlike the one coming from her chair in the lounge.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Talking of the lounge, it too looks in a right mess. There is food everywhere again, half eaten sometimes too; and a pip/stone still lying where it fell on the paper. Food and stains covers the floor, coffee table, footstool and bizarrely; remote controls for the televisions. One of the more worrying things is the small gas fire/heater by her seat, it is a worry that something could happen and effectively blow the whole building up!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">And then we come to the kitchen, and I swear she must either not eat or have a cast iron stomach... The place is full of food, it is on top of the small dining table; the work surfaces are also covered. No idea what is in the pantry, I hate going into the place; your feet stick to the floor! And the fridge, open the door at ye own peril - the rancid smell hits you within seconds, and lingers for ages - and travels too! God only knows if anything is within date, I am sure there must be a penicillin farm growing in there!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">That is just the state of her home, something both her younger self and her husband would have had a fit over. It is the state of her mind which is more of a worry, and there are many reasons why it does. Not least that she simply does not seem to understand she no longer has a wage coming in, she just cannot afford to keep spending like she is earning money each week. Every day she seems to go out shopping, buying food she seems not to eat; let alone want.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">The other thing that worries me is that she is vulnerable, how easy would it be for some unscrupulous person to come along and con her? I am convinced that she has been, but seeing as the amount of poop she is in is huge; goodness knows when we will ever find out. But the main problem is that she is in amazing debt and trouble, and simply put; she does not understand just how bad it is! The main cause of the problems is her car, and the one thing I don't think she will be able to live without. Her car is the only way she gets out and about, it is her lifeline; but is also becoming her downfall too.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">She was always a nightmare to get into the car with, always willing to shout at the other drivers even when she was in the wrong! The she began to get a few speeding fines or parking in the wrong place etc, and now she has began getting bump after scrap on the ten year old car. Two years ago it came to ahead when she had an accident with a double decker bus; it was a bit of a bump; but thankfully no major injuries... The car took the worst. What was the worry was she had no idea where she had left the car, no real idea where it happened; or how. Clearly the shock has affected her, who wouldn't be; but just how much of it was to do with her dementia and how much the accident?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Every time we go down we spot how many more scraps and dents are there, wondering how many more she will have next time is anyone’s guess. And it isn't just the points or the dents or the accidents, it is the fear that one day she will have such a bad accident and either hurt herself or someone else. That and the fact she simply cannot afford to run a car anymore, it all adds up to worrying signs. She has insurance of over £800 a month, which is hard enough for anyone to find; let alone an elderly person.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Her road tax has run out, only just sorted out her MOT; after a good six months after it was due... But the most worrying thing is one (or maybe more) unpaid fine the Leiwsham council has given her, or to be more exact the fact she has not paid it/them. She has clearly had notices about the fines, but ignored them or been unable to pay. The council has forward the debt onto a debt agency, which gave her a chance to clear it but has also been ignored. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">Now she has been told that the bailiffs are coming to take her car away as a start of clearing her debts, though whether or not that will cover it is a different matter! Either they have either come for it and could not get access to it, or they will be doing so soon. Either way, things do not look good for her; or indeed us! So now what? Well, it seems that if it isn't one thing it is another. How to deal with it all when we can only get down to see her one a month or so? We can only do so much, and in truth it is all like an iceberg; and we are only scratching the surface!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">She was told to go to the bank Monday (today) and transfer some savings over; trouble is it seems that has not happened. Monday is nearly over and we have no idea where she is or even if she has gone to the bank, we don't know if her car has been taken away; or if she's had an accident or anything! And I guess that is part of the problem too, the not knowing and not really being able to help; that and the fact she is so damn stubborn! </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">She clearly still has the marbles to know when she does not want to do something, it does make me wish Dad (who's Mother it is) was more forceful; but can understand why he isn't or doesn't want to be.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: blue; font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";">So now what? In truth I don't know, I have no idea where to start; and I am sure my Dad doesn't either. The future does not look a pleasant one, and as someone who is a worrier; none of this helps any!</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif";"></span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-9220525286045260922011-08-09T06:51:00.001+01:002011-08-17T15:28:30.160+01:00When Squirrels Attack....<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Nervously I sat waiting for him to show, my stomach in knots; much like a lovers Celtic knot. My insides were all tight and strained, like a ring that has outgrown its owner. A million and one thoughts went through my mind, not least would he show up; one of my great fears which were aided by my great weakness ~ my lack of confidence. But my thoughts were like a million and one diamonds, and as soon as he walked into the bar those diamonds and their bright sparkle paled into a dull nothingness; the light in my eyes could easily light the way forward.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Had I really been longing for this moment? Was this going to be all I had dreamed it would be? Will the moment last? What if the feelings were not there? The doubt was there, ever present; much like Steffans itself ~ something I will always find in Northampton, like an old faithful friend; never one to ever let you down. All my fear and doubts came crashing to a head, my heart too full to speak; my mind not focused on what was so clearly in front of me. I was overwhelmed, like a kid in a sweet shop; or more likely a woman in Steffans with a limitless credit card ~ I wanted so much, but could say so little.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">And just like when a Mother knows what her child has done wrong, he clearly knew; he could sense it. And without another word, he took me into his arms and held me fast against his chest; no words being needed as I simply melted into those strong arms of his. As he continued to hold me against his solid frame, we begin to kiss; a true lovers kiss. The type you hear about in fairytales and see in movies, the kind that makes you go weak at the knees and makes your heart sing. Like a string of pearls, they are timeless and scream class and style. As we softly pulled apart I could still feel his closeness, his smile was warm and his touch tender.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Our gaze locked upon each other, his big beautiful brown eyes telling all I needed them to say; my own eyes transforming the need for words ~ he already knew me so well anyway. We must have stayed like this for hours, our friends came and went; the punters came and went ~ like other jewellers, many will come and many will go; but Steffans will always remain ~ nothing and no one seemed to matter to use. And as the moment between us grew, the words formed in his sweet beautiful mouth; he had to say it ~ he knew that it was a now or never moment. Pulling me closer to him, I could feel it too; I knew this would be the moment everything in my life had been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened his mouth, pausing slightly before he spoke those momentous words he had been longing to say...</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“There are kamikaze Squirrels about on the loose!”</span> </span></span></span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-72882950385216814162011-08-09T06:48:00.001+01:002011-08-17T15:33:12.572+01:00My Kingdom for a Squaround Mug!<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Squaround Mug ~ it’s not round, it’s not square; it is magic FM’s giveaway item!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I want one, more than I have wanted many things in my life!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">I want one more than I want children, marriage, a job, money, food and even drink!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">What do I need to do to get myself one of these mugs? I have tried everything, I have done the competitions; I have tried to be the fastest person to get my call or text message in ~ is it because I am from Northampton? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">I know I am not from London or living there; but my Nan lives there ~ in Abbey Wood… and my Dad was born there! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">As Mike Posner says, if I could write you a song to make you fall in love; I’d do it to get a mug! Though I cannot sing, so that might not work. Is it because you are Cooler Than Me?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Well, I can write; a little bit anyways. So I would like to write you a poem if I may, just for you; maybe you will feel that this warrants a Squaround mug?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I could start by saying how much I want one</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How much I need one</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But I am sure you have heard it all before…</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I could tell you how great your station is</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I could tell you this is the only radio station I listen to</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And while it is true, it has all been said before…</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As has, I never listen to anything else</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Though this also is true…</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To find the right words to impress</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To find the right route</span></span></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #c00000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Maybe I need to return to the old fashioned road of begging?</span></span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-33336335310383417502011-08-09T06:36:00.000+01:002011-08-09T06:36:45.975+01:00Talk It Up. (assignment: dialogue)<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-GB</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoSubtitle" style="color: #660000; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Written entirely in dialogue. Done as a writing assignment, and an example of who to write dialogue. The basis of the story is a young girl visits her father in prison, where she tells him she is pregnant by a man her father hates. Her mother wants her to have an abortion; she does not seem so keen. Written to show how her father reacts and what the girl thinks to matters, hope you enjoy!</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Did you hear me Dad?” She timidly asked, not wanting to look up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I heard...” He just about managed to splutter, not willing to allow his anger to surface.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I told you that I want to keep it...” She added defiantly, not even allowing what her mother wanted to have any baring on her life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He won’t stay.” He added, knowing all to well what his “sort” was like.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes he will, he loves me!” She replied softly, not completely sure of the man she had been seeking comfort with.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Ha! Don’t make me laugh...” He shouted, raising his voice so the other inmates and officers heard him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“What does your Mother say?” He asked, knowing the answer already.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“She... she thinks...” No matter how hard she tried, she just could not bring herself to say the words.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Get an abortion, go on; say it...” He answered for her matter-of-factly, staring ahead of him blankly; while all his daughter could do was nod numbly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“She’s right too, you’re only a kid for fuck’s sake!” He added, finally allowing some of his anger to show; not realising what he had actually said.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I’m 18 Dad... two years older than when Mum had me!” She spat back, not ready to be put down in such a way.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You talk as if I have not thought this though...” She said more softly, sighing deeply as she stared out of the high windows with bars against them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You haven’t...” He threw back, knowing deep down he was wrong; they had brought her up better than that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Bollocks...” She shouted back, now it was her turn to make them all look; right on queue the room did as she wished.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Mum was 12 when she lost her virginity, I was 18...” She began, just about holding her calm.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“She was 16 when she had me, and you were 10 when you first got sent down...” She continued, her voice rose a little more; the room almost silent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“I am nothing like either of you!” She added, her fists clenched; her own temper just being kept in check.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“And I am still your father, even if I am in here!” He quietly answered back, finally seeing that she had more than a point.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“Yes, and you will be a Grandfather when you get out.” She said softly, wanting to show him what lay on the outside of these horrible four walls.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“And you’ll be a Mother...” He began, not sure whom he was reminding.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“And <b><i><u>HE</u></i></b> will be the Father...” He just could not help but add that, he wanted her to know he was still angry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">“He’ll take care of me Dad... of both of us!” She softly said, wanting to end this row; these days were too few as it was.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He best an' all..." He replied, trying to smile; knowing that life would never be the same again.</span><span style="font-family: "Candara","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></div>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8210091284084944295.post-38098430453521770162011-08-09T05:12:00.001+01:002011-08-17T15:31:37.083+01:00Nicky S.... for Serious Now!!!<div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just so you know, my last name ISN'T serious. </span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">But, I thought it about time we quit with this political crap and got back to the point of this blog ~ somewhere to post my writings and assignment etc. Plus in truth, having three (at least, even I have forgotten) blogs is becoming tiresome! I really want to get back to one blog for everything ~ and no, there was no politics in that comment whatsoever!</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Also, while I am at it; the picture I have used as my display is by an artist called Iain Faulkner.</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">The piece is called "In From The Storm" and all credit should go to him.</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Not just for the artwork, which I still think is amazing; but also for the fact that it was this piece that got me back into writing again.</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">I saw it in a now long gone art gallery in Northampton (just off the Ridings for those of us that know Northampton) and it just instantly stuck me as stunning. I wanted to sit there and study it all day long, I think the girls behind the counter must have got fed up of me always going in there and just sitting there.</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyways, I ended up writing a story based around it (I think I posted it on here ~ but it wasn't very good) and it got me back into writing. The picture has long since been sold; and as I said the gallery gone too.</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">But the one thing I am going to go back to doing is heading out to places and looking around for some ideas, that was one of my best plans; maybe it will work now?</span></div><div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span></div><span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">And if you happen to see me out looking lost (or even thoughtful) come and say hello, you never know; it could help an old writer out...</span>Nicky Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11456707783778025168noreply@blogger.com0