Chapter 2

"Of course, Amy, I'll be more than happy to stay with you," Trish said, flashing a warm smile.

"Thank you so much, Trish," Amy said as happiness surged within her.

Amy went home and talked about the situation with her Husband, who readily agrees.

After taking to Adam, Amy called Trish and gives her the good news,

Trish quickly began packing clothes and taking them over to Amy's.

Adam was leaving town for Berlin on Wednesday, Amy had Trish all moved in and set up in the Guest Room by Tuesday night,

Soon eight thirty rolled around and Adam was still at work, so Amy walked across the hall to Trish's room and lightly tapped on the door,

"Come in, Amy." Trish replied.

The redhead cautiously entered Trish's quarters, Trish was seated at the vanity brushing her flowing blonde hair, a sight that made Amy's breath catch.

"What can I do for you, Amy?" Trish asked, looking at Amy through the mirror.

"Uh Trish, would you like to go out to dinner with me, tonight?" Amy asked nervously.
Trish smiled as she stood up from her seat and turned to Amy.

"I would be delighted to go out to dinner with you tonight, Amy." Trish answered before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on Amy's right cheek.

After changing into a pair of dresses and low-cut high heels, Amy and Trish left the house and got into Trish's car.

"Where are we dining, Amy?" Trish asked as she took Amy's right hand.

"There is nice little French restaurant just down the block." Amy says.

The two wrestlers go to the restaurant and enjoy a nice romantic dinner together, afterwards Amy pays for their meals and they exit the restaurant, hand in hand,

"Where to now, Amy?" Trish asked.

"I don't know, Trish." Amy replied as Amy stopped walking and turned to face her friend and co-worker.

"We could go back home and maybe... make out a little?" Trish suggested.

Amy's eyes bulged and she found herself unable to speak as well as blushing intensely,

'M-make out with Trish? Sure, that's how it will start and then my resolve breaks and I rip off all of her clothes and ravage her.' Amy thought as paranoia rifled through her mind,