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Chapter 2

Kimberley leaned back in her chair and stretched, rubbing her tired neck as she checked the time. Surprised by how late it had gotten, she turned back to the computer screen and the story she had been working on for the past few nights.

I'll just finish this chapter then head to bed, she thought to herself, knowing she had to be at work early the next morning.

After struggling to find the right words, she finally wrote a decent ending to the latest chapter of her story and saved it to her computer. Then, before turning in for the night, she clicked the other button at the bottom of her screen, bringing up her favorite website, Sinful Nature.

One of her closest friends, Michelle, had created the wrestling fan fiction site as a place for female wrestling fans to come together and drool over their favorite stars. Knowing that Kim was a big fan of Glen Jacobs, the man who portrayed Kane, Michelle had urged Kim to check it out and maybe even post some of her work there.

Always one with an overactive imagination, Kimberley had written several fan fiction stories herself. But the thought of putting them out there for everybody to read kind of made her nervous. It wasn't so much a lack of confidence that made her reluctant. She knew she was a decent writer and many of her closest friends had told her that they loved her work. Rather, it was the love and admiration that she had for Glen that held her back. After all, what would he think if he were to ever read the stories that she had written about him? How would he feel about a total stranger pretending to know such intimate things about him?

After several discussions on the topic, Michelle had finally convinced Kim that she had a better chance of winning the lottery than to have Glen Jacobs stumble onto the website and read her stories about him. After all, he was a busy man and he didn't have time to concern himself with everything his fans did. So after much prodding and poking, Kimberley had started posting one of her stories, about a medieval princess who had been rescued from an evil prince by Kane, one of the King's most valiant knights. While she had originally thought her story was kind of silly, she had gotten several great reviews on it, which had helped to build her confidence even more. Since then, she had posted a few more stories, always with the same glowing results, and her concerns about Glen ever reading them had slowly faded into the background.

While Kim normally didn't have any difficulty coming up with new ideas for her stories, her latest work had been very challenging for her to write. It was no secret to anybody who knew her that she absolutely worshipped Glen. She knew just about everything there was to know about the guy, from his early days working with Al Snow in the now defunct Smokey Mountain Wrestling organization to the modern day Kane, and all his other failed gimmicks in between. And although she had never been lucky enough to meet him in person, she had heard from many others who had, and they all had nothing but the highest praise for the man. He was apparently nothing but a big teddy bear outside of the ring, always pleasant and cordial and eager to please a fan. So, wanting to repay him for his hard work and kindness, she had decided to write a story that emphasized his best qualities. A tribute of sorts to his love of the fans, his dedication to the business and the hard work that had gotten him where he was today. Something that would have a little bit of reality mixed in with the make-believe and, of course, a little bit of smut added in just for good measure.

Kim smiled when she remembered the first time she had ever tried writing a sex scene involving Glen. Just the thought of being in that position with him was enough to make her whole body tingle. To have him wrap those huge arms around her. To have him hold her against his massive chest. To have him whisper in her ear with that incredibly sexy voice of his. It was enough to make her knees weak. But, alas, it was only fiction. A fantasy that would never be fulfilled. She sighed in frustration, the ache in her heart painfully tight, as she realized that her greatest dream would never come true. Glen would never be hers.

Finally turning off her computer, Kim stood from her chair and stretched again, then headed to her bathroom to change into her pajamas. Then, stumbling back into the room, she pulled back the covers and climbed into her cold, empty bed, wishing that Glen was there to help keep her warm. Smiling at the thought, she closed her eyes and snuggled into the pillow and slipped off into the world of pleasant dreams.

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Glen sighed as he opened his closet and pulled out some clothes, packing them into his suitcase as he prepared for another long week on the road. He didn't know what was more exhausting—traveling to four different cities over four days time or spending three lonely days by himself while he was home. Sometimes, he was almost grateful for the new work week to begin. At least while he was on the road, he had his friends to keep him company.

Turning to his dresser to gather the remainder of his things, he stopped when he saw the picture sitting on top. Picking it up, he ran his fingers over the glass, remembering when it had been taken. Those had been happier times then. His wedding day. A time when he believed that love could truly conquer all. He shook his head when he thought of how blind he had been. How easily he had fallen. Although things had been over with for over a year now, it still seemed like it had only happened yesterday. And although she was gone from his life for good, for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to put the picture away. Along with the pain, it also gave him a small glimmer of hope. Hope that maybe someday, he could find that kind of happiness again. And this time, it would be for real.

Sitting the picture back down on the dresser, he finished packing his bags and carried them through the house, sitting them beside the front door. As usual, he had an early flight to catch in the morning, and he had discovered long ago that if he got himself into the habit of packing everything the night before, then he could easily gain an extra thirty minutes worth of sleep in the morning.

Heading back to his bedroom, he grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants and headed to the bathroom to shower…another wonderful time-saving habit that saved him a few extra minutes in the mornings. When he was done, he brushed out his hair and pulled it back into a low ponytail to keep it out of his face while he slept. Then he gathered the remainder of his things and placed them in a small carry-on bag before heading back into his bedroom and climbing into bed.

He stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling for several minutes before he realized he wasn't tired enough to go to sleep. Sitting up again, he used the remote to turn on the television and he flipped through the channels as he tried to find something interesting to watch. Not finding anything there, he turned the TV off and gazed around his room, spotting his video game system in the corner. He considered hooking it up to play a few games, but he knew once he got engrossed in that task, he'd be up all night. Looking around once more, he spotted his laptop, which was lying on top of the desk underneath the window and he decided that he would spend some time surfing the web.

He gathered the computer up in his arms and carried it back to the bed, plugging it into the bedside outlet before he crawled back under the covers. Turning it on, he first checked out a couple of his favorite gaming sites and read up on some of the upcoming releases. Then he headed over to to place an order for some more books. He loved to read and usually kept several new books on hand to take with him when he traveled. However, due to his extreme boredom, his last supply of fresh reading material had been quickly depleted, so he figured he'd go ahead and stock up now, so his order would be there in time for the following week's trip.

Once that was done, he checked out a couple of popular wrestling sites, always curious as to what the fans thought about the current storylines and characters. Not finding anything important there, Glen was almost ready to turn the computer off when he remembered the locker room conversation he'd had with the guys a few days earlier. He smiled at the thought of his friends fighting with each other over some stupid little website. He wondered what could have possibly been so special about it to make grown men act like four year olds.

What had they said the name of the site was? Sinful something or other? Glen strained to remember the conversation, trying to recall the name Chris had given him.

Sinful Delights, maybe?, he thought, typing the words into the search engine.

Nope, that's not it, he thought again, when his search brought up the site for a gourmet candy shop.

"Hmmm. Sinful Pleasures? Nope, that doesn't sound right." he said out loud, as he tried to piece together the puzzle. "Sinful Stories? Nope, that doesn't sound right, either…."

Unable to come up with the right word, he finally performed another search, this time for wrestling fan fiction sites. After sorting through several pages of results, he finally found one with the word "Sinful" in it.

That's it! Sinful Nature, he thought to himself, as he clicked on the link to the site.

"Now, let's see if I can figure out what all the fuss is about. Maybe I can even find some dirt that I can use against the other guys when I see them tomorrow."

With that thought in mind, he opened the page and gazed down the list of stories, randomly clicking on one as he began to read.