I own none of the WWE superstars (but I'd love to own Mark for a night).

Special Note: Mistress Martin, your "feeling" was right! (suspenseful music plays...)

Nightmare Double Date From Hell

We got to Paula's place a little while later.

"Aren't you gonna go up to her door?" Glen asked.

"Nope. Blow the horn," Mark said. He was sitting behind me, and I could see him looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"That's kinda rude, don't you think? I mean, this is your first date with her," Glen said.

"First and last," Mark said. "Now just blow the horn and we'll say the reason I didn't come up to the door is because my hips are hurting."

"Fine," Glen said. He blew the horn a couple of times and when no one came to the door, he sighed. "Fine, Mark, I'll go get your date."

"Be my guest," Mark said in a voice that showed he really didn't give a damn who got his date.

Glen got out of the car and walked up to the door. I took this chance to talk to Mark and go over some sort of way we would survive this nightmare double date.

"So, you can't be rude to her when we're on this date," I told him.

"Why the hell not?" he asked. "She's a bitch."

"I agree, but still, if we want her to keep our little secret you have to be nice to her," I pointed out.

"Point taken. I'll try to be on my best behavior," he said with a sigh. He looked out the window. "Oh great, here they come."

He was right. Glen and Paula were approaching the car together. She was wearing an all white dress. It was short and made her look sort of trashy. Her shoes were also white, and her hair was just outrageous.

"She's wearing all white and the rest of us are wearing black. How weird is this gonna look?" I asked.

"Like she does. Weird as hell," Mark replied, then put on a fake smile as the door opened and Paula joined him in the backseat.

"Hello everybody," she said in an upbeat voice. I looked back at her and gave her a small, fake smile. She looked over at Mark, then scooted over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Nice seeing you again, Sexy," she said to him.

He wore an expression on his face that I'd never seen before, even in all the years he had pretended to hate me. He wiped his lips off with the back of his hand and looked at her. "I don't kiss on the first date," he said in a voice he fought hard to control.

She ignored the comment. Glen started driving while she talked. "Poor thing, Glen told me your hips were giving you a problem..." She leaned over and started rubbing Mark's hips.

"Hands off," Mark ordered immediately.

"Funny. I got the impression earlier in the kitchen that you were more of a hands-on kinda guy," she huffed, then sat back angrily in her seat and looked out the opposite window.

I looked at Mark through the rearview mirror and he looked at me. Then we looked away.

Glen sensed the tension in the car and tried to lighten the mood. "So, do you guys want to do dinner first or a movie?" he asked. "I vote we should do the movie first, but it's your decision, too."

"I think we should see the movie first also," I said.

"I vote dinner," Paula said from the backseat.

"Movie," Mark said, probably just to spite Paula. "Majority rules."

"So movie it is," Glen said.

We rode to the movie theater in an uncomfortable silence. Mark and I locked eyes in the rearview mirror again and I winked at him. He smiled at me and licked his lips, and suddenly I wanted to just turn around and kiss him. Of course I didn't because that would've been crazy on my part. My husband was sitting right next to me! Jumping over the seat to kiss his best friend was obviously not a great plan.

Soon, we arrived at the movie theater. Instead of rushing around to help Paula out of the car, Mark opted to help me out. It made sense, since he was sitting right behind me, but Paula glared angrily at him.

"Hello, who's your date? Her or me?" she asked him when he and I met her and Glen on the other side of the car.

"Unfortunately, you," he replied, and grudgingly switched places with Glen. Then the four of us walked over to the theater, got tickets, and went inside.

"Anybody want snacks?" Glen asked. He was always the peacemaker in any situation.

We got some snacks, then headed into a dark theater and found some good seats. The seating arrangement was very interesting to me. Glen went down the row first. I came next, followed closely by Mark, so close in fact that the front of his body was touching the back of mine. And then last came Paula, who had to almost run in her white shoes just to keep up with Mark.

The movie was supposed to be a scary one, and it was. It scared the crap out of me. I held on tight to Glen's arm, but even tighter to Mark's hand, which was just out of view. I'm pretty sure I saw Paula holding on to Mark's left arm, but he wasn't providing her with any comfort at all. His attention was divided between the movie and me, and that left none for her.

Less than two hours later, we emerged from the movie theater. Glen and I were holding hands and walking close together. Paula was holding Mark's hand, but he wasn't holding hers.

"I am starved!" Glen exclaimed, trying to start a conversation.

"Me, too," Paula agreed. She looked up at Mark. "Think you can fill my appetite?"

"Nah. Maybe you should find another candidate to do the job," Mark replied. He looked over at me and let his eyes linger hungrily on my body, then looked at Glen. "Where are we going to eat at?"

"I heard of this new restaurant and I figured we could try it out," Glen replied as we walked over to the car. "It's supposed to be all classy and high society."

"This should be fun," I said, trying to be optimistic about the situation.

Glen turned on some soft music as we drove to the new restaurant. I guess he just couldn't take the silence and tension anymore.

We arrived at the restaurant in no time. It was called Mystical Oasis. We walked inside together and soon we were seated in a private area near the back of the restaurant.

"This place is nice... Very soothing," I said, deciding to be the one to break the silence. And it was soothing. It had waterfalls and fountains and plants, sort of making it look like a tropical forest of some sort.

"Yeah, it has the whole tropical forest feel to it," Mark said, as if reading my mind. "But if a bird flies by and drops some shit in my food, I'm gonna be mad."

This caused all of us to laugh and relax a little. We had dinner with a couple of drinks, and by the time we were getting ready for dessert, everybody had loosened up a bit and Mark wanted to dance.

"Care to dance?" Mark asked, looking directly at me.

Glen raised his eyebrow. "You want to dance with Jade?"

"Yeah, buddy. Is that ok?" Mark replied.

"Ok? It's cool. At least you guys aren't ripping each other's throats out," Glen said as Mark whisked me away and left Paula looking on jealously.

"He doesn't have a clue what I've been ripping out of you," Mark whispered, pulling me into his arms and into the darkness, completely out of their view. "I must say, I love this dress you're wearing."

"Thanks. You're looking pretty hot yourself," I replied as we moved to the music.

"Seeing you in this dress makes me want to just rip it off and take you right here," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. He started slowly grinding against me. "Feel that? You've done it again."

I clutched him and leaned against him as we moved to the music together.

"This is nice, huh?" he said in a low voice.

"Very nice," I said, enjoying the warmth from his body.

"Mind if we break in?" Glen asked a few seconds later. "People are starting to think Paula's my date, and we can't have that."

"Save the last dance for me, Jade," Mark said, letting me go. I sadly slipped into Glen's arms and watched jealously as Paula slipped into Mark's embrace. I could tell Mark didn't want to dance with her by the way he kept looking at me. He wasn't holding her the way that he had been holding me.

"Seems like you and Mark are making peace with one another after all these years," Glen said.

I leaned my head against his chest as we danced. "We're trying to. I'm your wife and he's your best friend and we figure we're both gonna be around for a long time so we might as well try to bury the hatchet."

"Well, that's nice. I'm glad," he said, kissing my ear. "I don't know how much more fighting I could take from the two of you. I was about ready to lock the two of you in a room alone for a whole day to force you to stop hating each other."

"Lock us in a room? All day? Alone?" I repeated wonderingly. The idea was very appealing.

"But now that you've reconciled, there's no reason for me to do that," he said. He looked down into my eyes and leaned down to kiss me.

I didn't want to kiss him, but he was my husband, and just yesterday I had waited anxiously for those kisses. But then came Mark... And my whole life had turned upside down. I kissed Glen for all he was worth, pretending that he was Mark. We were both breathless when we pulled back, and when I saw he wasn't Mark it surprised me for a second. Then I looked over at Mark. He was watching me intently, and his face unmistakably had jealousy written all over it. He'd seen the kiss, and he didn't like it one bit.

Suddenly, Paula pulled his head down and forced him to kiss her. I could see he didn't want to kiss her, but then he looked over at me and realized that this was his big chance to make me jealous. And then, to my utter horror, he kissed her back! It wasn't the way he kissed me, though. It was an angry kiss, one that released all of the anger he had about Paula forcing us into this nightmare double date from hell and about the way he couldn't have me for himself... And when he finally pushed her away, she held her lips and looked up at him, but he was looking over at me. He gave an upset sigh and went to sit back down at the table where we had eaten dinner.

"Mark looks angry again," Glen observed. "Maybe you should go give him that last dance you promised so we can hurry up and end this crazy date."

I walked slowly over to Mark. He watched me approach as he took another sip of his drink.

"Mark, I saved you the last dance," I said in a soft voice.

"I think I'm gonna have to turn you down," he answered. "I just can't handle being that close to you without kissing you."

"Oh, don't be silly," I said, and then I took his hand. Once I touched him, I knew he couldn't resist. Just like his lips were my weakness for him, my touch was his weakness for me. I led him back out onto the dance floor and slid into his arms with ease, as if I belonged there and only there.

We danced close together, his arms pulling me tighter and closer as I moved against him. We danced for what seemed like an eternity, until we were interrupted.

"Um, guys? The music is off," Glen informed us.

We gave sheepish laughs. "I think we were off in some kind of alternate reality," Mark said. "After all, there's never been a time when we actually got along, you know?"

"I know all too well," Glen replied. "But come on, let's get this show on the road."

We got in the car and were on the way to Paula's house when she spoke up. "Would it be a problem if I spent the night tonight?" she asked.

"Uh, I don't think anyone would mind," Glen said. "After all, we have lots of guest bedrooms."

"I'll just sleep with Mark in his room," she said slyly.

"Over my dead body," Mark said. "This date is over."

"It's not over until I say it's over," she said.

Mark decided she didn't deserve a reply and just rode on in silence. Glen gave me a look that plainly asked what was going on, but I didn't give him an answer.

We made it back to our place in record time. Glen hopped out and hurried into the house to go set up a guest room for Paula because he knew she wouldn't be sharing a room with Mark tonight.

"Are you ready for a passionate night?" Paula asked Mark as the three of us walked up to the door.

"Hell no. Not with you," Mark answered bluntly. He opened the door and held it for me, then followed me through, leaving Paula to come in her own way.

"I have dirt on you guys," she reminded us. "And you know I'm not afraid to use it."

"You know what? I really could care less about this dirt you have on me," he said. "In reality, who do you think Glen will believe? His wife and his best friend, or the housekeeper?"

"I think he'd believe me. He's been suspicious about why the two of you have been getting along so well when you've always hated each other in the past," she said smugly.

"She's right," I said to him. "He just might believe her."

"Then I'm ready to confess," Mark said. "Because I refuse to be her little sex slave over an innocent kiss."

"In my opinion, that kiss wasn't so innocent," Paula piped up.

"Screw your opinion!" Mark snarled.

"Is everything ok down here?" Glen asked as he came back down the stairs.

Mark looked at me. I gave a slight nod, and he looked back at Glen. "We have a confession..."