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( )=thoughts
"When your body hits the floor it's usually naked with a paying customer," I heard myself saying on the tape.
"That was a really good one Chris," Stephanie replied. "You're really good at pretending to hate me."
"Who's pretending?"
"So not funny," she replied as she hit me with a pillow.
"Well I thought it was," I said hitting her back.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"3:16, why?"
"Because I have to leave soon. Hunter's going to be home from his rehab in a little while."
"Oh."
(Why does she have to leave to go be with that sorry excuse of a husband she has. Wait a minute am I jealous? No, I can't be. Steph is my really good friend, nothing else, I don't think.)
"Chris are you OK?" she asked interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"You just seemed a little out of it."
"I was just thinking that's all. So how is Trip?"
"He's fine. Doctors said he's doing great in his rehab and he should be back in no time."
"Well that's good, I always did enjoy beating the crap out of your husband."
"What are you talking about? Hunter has beaten you so many times that I've lost count."
"No, Hunter and his sledgehammer have beaten me."
"Whatever," she said pushing me.
"Back to you," I said pushing her back.
"That's it," she said getting up.
"What are-"
Before I could finish Stephanie pounced on me and we started play wrestling on the floor. Next thing I knew I was laying right on top of her.
(God she's beautiful. Why didn't I notice this before? She has gorgeous hair and eyes. She has the body of a goddess. She's perfect.)
We slowly started moving towards each other. Our lips were about to touch.
"I-I gotta go," Stephanie muttered as she pushed me off and got up.
"OK," was all I could manage to say.
"I'll see you tonight at Smackdown," she yelled on her way out the door.
"Bye," I yelled and then I heard the door close.
(What just happened? Were we about to kiss? No, this can't be happening. She's a married woman and she's my friend. Friends don't kiss. This just can't be happening. Oh, who am I kidding, this is happening. I have a crush on Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.)
( )=thoughts
"When your body hits the floor it's usually naked with a paying customer," I heard myself saying on the tape.
"That was a really good one Chris," Stephanie replied. "You're really good at pretending to hate me."
"Who's pretending?"
"So not funny," she replied as she hit me with a pillow.
"Well I thought it was," I said hitting her back.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"3:16, why?"
"Because I have to leave soon. Hunter's going to be home from his rehab in a little while."
"Oh."
(Why does she have to leave to go be with that sorry excuse of a husband she has. Wait a minute am I jealous? No, I can't be. Steph is my really good friend, nothing else, I don't think.)
"Chris are you OK?" she asked interrupting my thoughts.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"You just seemed a little out of it."
"I was just thinking that's all. So how is Trip?"
"He's fine. Doctors said he's doing great in his rehab and he should be back in no time."
"Well that's good, I always did enjoy beating the crap out of your husband."
"What are you talking about? Hunter has beaten you so many times that I've lost count."
"No, Hunter and his sledgehammer have beaten me."
"Whatever," she said pushing me.
"Back to you," I said pushing her back.
"That's it," she said getting up.
"What are-"
Before I could finish Stephanie pounced on me and we started play wrestling on the floor. Next thing I knew I was laying right on top of her.
(God she's beautiful. Why didn't I notice this before? She has gorgeous hair and eyes. She has the body of a goddess. She's perfect.)
We slowly started moving towards each other. Our lips were about to touch.
"I-I gotta go," Stephanie muttered as she pushed me off and got up.
"OK," was all I could manage to say.
"I'll see you tonight at Smackdown," she yelled on her way out the door.
"Bye," I yelled and then I heard the door close.
(What just happened? Were we about to kiss? No, this can't be happening. She's a married woman and she's my friend. Friends don't kiss. This just can't be happening. Oh, who am I kidding, this is happening. I have a crush on Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.)