This story is a work of fiction and in no way represents the lives, thoughts or actions of any persons living or dead. The characters are borrowed and I claim no ownership, nor do I imply any association or representation. I make no money from these writings and it is to be used for entertainment purposes only.

Randy flopped down on the bed in a hotel and snatched the remote from the night stand. He flipped the channels. News, Chick flicks, cartoons. Nothing interested him. He finally settled on a movie that he probably would not watch anyway. The room was too quiet and he needed the background noise. He plucked a bottle from the cardboard container. Smirnoff. Not what he would drink around his buddies but he liked the taste and did not care to get wasted. He only wanted to be numb. Numb to his soon to be ex wife's words. He placed an arm behind his head and leaned against the headboard. How could Gabby want a divorce? How could she have left him for the doctor that lived one street up? How had she met him? How could she have been attracted to another man when he, like a fool was nearly celibate. He had only been home twice in the last six months and each time she complained of women's troubles. He had been understanding and had never strayed. Not once.

Traveling was a big part of his job. Always on the road, working. Gabby had filed for divorce. Adbandonment. That was what she had written on the divorce papers she handed him. She wanted an uncontested divorce. Of course she would leave him the home, but she got half of what was inside which she would take the better half of surely. And half the bank account. Five years of marriage. Five years of his life wasted.

"What the hell?" A knock on the door aggravated him. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Ya."

He stood in the door, drinking his beverage.

"Randy … I have to … Um."

"Can it wait until tomorrow … uh.."

"Cammy."

Randy never could remember the name of the mousey brunette who walked with her eyes on her shoes. Her hair was tied up in a bun as it was every time he saw the writer. Her thick black rimmed glasses slipped to the tip of her nose and she pushed them back. She wore no make-up. Never did, but the robe pulled tightly around her was a change from the ankle length plaid skirts and blouses buttoned all the way up to her neck, not to mention they were two sizes big making her look twice the size she really was, or perhaps she wore them that way to disquise the fat. She still showed nothing and hugged her laptop tight to her chest.

"I'm sorry, Randy. I have to go over tomorrow nights storyline."

"It's a twenty minute main event and I'm suppose to loose. I got it." Randy began to close the door.

"But there's been a change." Cammy uttered meekly. "I wish it could wait but I have to give the script to the producer in the morning."

Randy groaned and nodded for her to come into his room. He swept a pile of trash off the table.

"Thank You." She nearly whispered and placed the device on the table and powered up. Randy went back to the bed and resumed the comfortable position. Of course life went on as usual. No one even looked at him with sympathy. Why would they? He never talked to anyone about his personal life. It was easier to keep it from being posted all over the internet that way.

"I'm thinking about starting a feud with you and Wade."

"That's wouldn't be hard to act out." Randy couldn't stand Wade Barrett, an Englishman who had been with the show nearly two years. He would take a cheap shot anytime he had a chance in the ring. He liked to hit and seldom pulled his punches as was required. Randy usually lost his temper during a match with him and the Kayfabe violence would turn to a real fight.

He watched Cammy work. She was one of the best writers they had, despite how hard she was to look at.

"How about this?" She asked referring to the dialog she had written for him to say the next night. The writers would always work with them on what they said. It was easier to memorize then winging it. That way he would not stumble on his words or accidentally say something that would get the company fined. The show had to say PG.

"It works." She wrote his character well.

"I'm going to take it to Richard."

Fifteen minutes later, she returned.

"What?"

"he doesn't like it." She sighed.

"come on in."

"I'm sorry. I know you have that autograph thing tomorrow."

"Here." He handed her one of his drinks.

"No, thanks. I don't drink."

"Ya right. I saw you down a couple at Kelly's birthday party."

"I don't drink every day." She corrected.

"Well, I don't like to drink alone." He opened it an placed it in front of her. "It's almost midnight and we are stuck working. I think you earned it."

Cammy did not touch the alcohol but her eyes kept glancing at it.

"I hope he likes this one." She said and left for the second time to show the script to the boss.

"Back again." Randy was ready to go to sleep when Cammy came back to his door after only being gone fifteen minutes.

"I don't know what he expects." She sat down. Her eyes were watery and she looked as if she was about to cry. She opened her laptop then grabbed the bottle he had given her. She drank it down in one gulp.

"Want another?" He opened a new bottle and set it beside her even though she had shaken her head no. He sat on the bed and watched her drink as she typed asking him for his input her and there. After an hour of working she took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.

Randy stared. Her robe had fallen away and he could see the silky gown beneath it. She wore no bra and he could make out the outline of firm breasts and erect nipples.

The room was cold. He thought and got up to turn on the heater.

Maybe it was the alcohol that he had been drinking. He had already finished what he had brought with him and had sent the bellboy to buy him two more six packs. But he saw Cammy differently. She was a woman and he was starved for intimacy. She was on her fourth without realizing it because he continually gave her a fresh one everytime her bottle was nearly empty.

Her cell phone rang just as she was finishing the new script.

"Can you believe it? He wants to use the first one now." She gathered closed the lid of her computer and leaned back in the chair. "I'm so sorry I wasted your night."

Randy could not refrain from placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing them. She did not seem to mind. She was already drunk.

"I'll get out of your way." She picked up her purse and phone and slung them over her shoulder and picked up her laptop. She headed for the door. She stumbled slightly and Randy saw an opportunity. He closed the door before she had opened it an inch and cupped her face in his hands when she turned to look at him, a shocked look in her eyes. He kissed her hard. Still all she could do was stare, surprised.

Randy knew Cammy had a crush on him. He had been teased about it by his friends. How her face would turn red when he complimented her. He had never teased her as some of the other talent did. He was always respectful and he called her doll and sweet heart the same as he did with any other woman he spoke to. It was how he was. It was how he spoke. It never meant anything to anyone except maybe Cammy, who everyone knew had a boyfriend at home, still she never heard sweet talk. She was shy around Randy and wore that look. The same look he had remembered from girls who had crushes on him in school. Always tongue tied around him. She had that way too.

Now here he was, going through an emotional rollacoaster, his life in shambles and he only wanted payback and Cammy was drunk and standing in her night clothes in a man's room who desperately wanted a one night stand. He had planned on it the next night. Going out to a bar and finding someone to bring back to his room. But this girl was already there.

Her removed the clip from her hair and her hair fell down her back in thick waves. She had red highlights. He took off her glasses and placed them on the table. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and outlined with thick, long eyelashes. She didn't need make up. Her complexion was beautiful. The slight attraction he thought the alcohol had created became honest. He pulled her closer and removed her robe. It fell to the floor and he maneuvered both their bodies to the bed and laid her down. His hand caressed her breasts over the silky pink gown she wore. She never stopped him from kissing her. Perhaps she thought she was dreaming. She did nothing when his hand moved under her gown and lifted it until it was over her head and then laying on the floor.

He slipped both their bodies under the comforter and removed his own clothes before moving between her legs.

"Wait."

But Randy did not hear her. He was already thrusting himself inside of her and kissing her neck. Her first moan sounded like a muffled scream. He felt her tense body relax and her moans became that of pleasure. She clung to him, her nails wanting to dig in his back but he grabbed her hands and held them to the bed remembering he would be on camera the next night.

He did not think of anything but how wonderful it felt to be that close to someone. He had never remembered making love feeling as good as it did that moment. He shuttered, thrusting himself deep inside even though nothing his seed been being planted.

Out of breath, he rolled from her hot body. He gazed at the woman he had just taken and wondered why she wanted to hide its beauty.

He said nothing and headed to the shower. He let the hot water fall over his head. That was when he felt it. The guilt. He was technically still married and he had taken advantage of Cammy. The poor sweet writer who he knew would have never laid down with a man she barely knew if not for the drink he had continually given. He was sure she had no idea how many she had truly drank.

When he was finished he exited the bathroom, expecting Cammy to be gone. Instead, she was fast asleep in his bed just as he had left her.

He covered her and smiled. He should have woken her and asked her to leave, but it would have been disrespectful. He just couldn't do it.