NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Brenda and myself.

After quite a bit of walking, we found a nice secluded spot far down the beach.

"This is perfect, don't you think?" Brenda asked me.

"I've got to agree," I replied. The spot was surrounded on three sides with nothing but sand and water in front. There was almost a perfect square-shaped clearing in the middle. "This is perfect."

"Well then let's spread this blanket out," Shawn said, smiling. "How about some help, ladies?"

"Yeah, we'll leave that to you men," Brenda said. She linked her arm through mine again. "We're gonna go exploring."

"Don't go too far," Taker said, particularly to me. "You know what I told Vince about that Ray guy."

"Ray?" Brenda asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Who's Ray?"

"My stalker," I said with a sigh.

"You're that popular already? You've only been seen on TV one night," Shawn said as he started to spread the blanket out on the sand.

"He was her stalker before she even came to the WWE," Taker said. He briefly filled Brenda and Shawn in on my history with Ray, looking at me as he told my story so he could confirm that he was getting the details straight.

"It's official. You're not leaving our eyesight now," Shawn said, shaking his head.

"Yeah. Suddenly us two going exploring doesn't seem like such a great idea," Brenda said, shaking her head as well. She went over and helped Shawn get the picnic stuff set up.

"They never said you and I couldn't go exploring, though," Taker said. He put a protective arm around my shoulder. "Hey, we'll be back in a few."

"Wait, I wanna let you see my bikini," I told him. He removed his arm and I quickly stripped down to my black bikini.

"Damn!" Shawn whistled. When Brenda slapped him hard on the arm, he quickly tried to cover up what he'd said. "I mean, nice bikini, that's all."

"Stop staring!" Brenda yelled at him playfully. She quickly stripped down to her bikini as well. It was red.

"Red and black," Taker said. "Those colors go together well. They're two of my favorites."

"Let's see the two girls kiss," Shawn suggested. "Ow!" he exclaimed when Taker slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," Taker ordered. Then he looked back at me. "Shall we walk?"

"Yes we shall," I replied. I winked at Brenda, who was smiling, and at Shawn, who was rubbing the back of his head.

"I think I have a concussion," Shawn groaned.

I smiled sympathetically at Shawn, then looked up at Taker. "We'll be back in a few," I told the other two, and we walked off together, headed down the beach to an even more secluded spot.

We didn't have to go very far to find another spot. There was a flat rock just out by the water that no one was around. It looked pretty solid, so we climbed up and sat down on top of it.

"I finally have you alone again," he said. "You've been talking a lot of smack today, young lady."

"Who me?" I asked innocently. "I'm afraid I can't recall talking any of this 'smack' that you speak of."

"Shall I remind you?" he asked, getting into the weird way I was attempting to speak. He made his voice sound sort of high-pitched, trying to imitate me. "That's not all I wanna do... Maybe I want it... I always have high expectations. Think you'll be able to satisfy me?"

I laughed at him. "Wow, for an old guy you have a great memory. Those were exact quotes!"

"I'll teach you about calling me old, little girl," he warned me.

"Who you callin' a little girl?" I asked in a fake "tough" voice. He laughed at my efforts of trying to intimidate him. "What, that didn't intimidate you?" I asked.

"Not one bit. But thanks for making me laugh," he said, and laughed again. He kissed me before I even knew what was happening, and when he pulled back, all traces of laughter and amusement had disappeared from his face, only to be replaced by intensity and desire. "I've only known you for a few days and yet I'm happier than I've been in a long time."

"Maybe it's because I'm someone you can just laugh at," I said quietly. "I mean, I'm just this gawky-looking kid..."

"Quiet, J," he said. "Stop talking all that crazy bull shit. What I'm trying to say is you make me feel young again. You make me smile. I like you..."

"I like you, too," I said. The whole time, I was thinking how weird it was to hear him saying those things. He just didn't seem like the type to say things like that, but then again he was a pretty straight-forward kind of guy.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. He looked off at the water, and at how the sun reflected off the water. He just sat there gazing away. "Nature is beautiful, isn't it?" he asked absently, after he had been quiet for a few minutes.

"But not as beautiful as you," I said in a low voice.

He looked at me and smiled, then said, "You mean not as beautiful as you." He grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, let's get back to Shawn and Brenda. They're probably worried sick about us by now."

"Worried sick about us?" I repeated as I got down off the rock and we started walking hand in hand back in the direction we'd originally come from. "Are you sure about that?"

"Ok, they're probably not worried," he said. "But they would be if they knew how I was feeling back on that rock with you."

"Would I be worried?" I asked curiously.

"You'd love it," he answered firmly. "But let's not talk about it right now. I don't need you raping me on the beach. I'm a married man, remember?"

A married man... How could I forget?

When I didn't reply, he squeezed my hand and looked down at me, concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's nothing..." I bit my lip and tried not to think about it.

A married man...

It's short, I know. Bear with me, the next chapters will get more interesting, whenever they get off the beach.