Please Forgive Me

Part 2

As promised, here is part 2. Thanks for the reviews.

Hours later, Skye unloaded her belongings from Phil's bus while he stood leaning against it watching her closely.

"Are you sure," he asked again. "I mean I get you want some time alone, but you didn't have to go and rent a car just to do that. I mean you can use my bus while I'm in Chicago."

"I need to clear my head, and driving really helps with that, but I appreciate the offer."

"I just don't think you need to be by yourself," he insisted giving that brotherly look of his. "Maybe you can ride with April and Celeste?"

"I'll be," she swallowed, "fine." The word seemed really hard for her to believe. "Look, it's just a two hour ride. I'll call you the moment I get to the hotel."

"You better," he told her then tugged her into a hug. "And you will be," he whispered against her temple. She pulled back and gave him a questioning gaze. "You're going to be fine, Gracie. I don't have a wuss for a sister. You are so much stronger than you think you are."

Nodding, she smiled a bit at that and reached down for her bags. "Thanks. I'll see you in a week?"

"Call me," he requested, "anytime."

After promising that she would, she grabbed her stuff and started making her way through the parking lot where her rental was parked. When she neared it, she noticed a lone figure leaning against it with his bags at his feet.

When her eyes locked with Joe's, she stopped walking, "What are you doing here?"

"I overhead that you were riding alone to Bakersfield and I could use a ride myself."

"I'm sure your cousins can fit you in," she dismissed as she went to pop the trunk and toss her bags inside.

"They weren't here tonight," he pointed out.

"Right," she remembered then shook her head. "Well, sorry, I can't help you out." She past him and went for the driver side door.

"Skye, I'm desperate here. I mean you're not going to leave me stranded are you?"

She snorted, "Oh, I wouldn't say that you'd be stranded considering that I can clearly see the other two members of the SHIELD at the end of the lot in their rental car waiting to see if you crash and burn." She gave him a tight smile. "Good to know that the three of you can reconcile so easily."

He let out a defeated sigh, "Okay, fine, this is my ditch effort to try and get some time alone with you so that we can talk."

"I already told you," she stated calmly as she jerked open the door. "I have nothing left to say."

"Well, I have a lot to say," he countered lightly.

"Well, perhaps, your friends will be happy to listen," she shot back, sliding into the seat. "Perhaps even Summer would love to give you a ride herself."

He grabbed for the door before she could shut it, "Skye, please, I'm trying to fix this."

"And to think," she commented dryly. "All you had to do was just trust me."

He had nothing to say to that. So, he released the door, allowing her to slam it close.

Taking a step back, he listened as she started the engine and slowly backed out of the parking spot. He watched as she switched out of reverse and the car pulled forward, but to his surprise it did not pass him and head toward the exit. Instead, it came to a stop right beside him and the window rolled down.

"I'll give you a ride on one condition," she expressed, not looking at him. "There will be no talking whatsoever. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it," he answered immediately, grabbing his stuff. He tossed it in the back then slipped into the passenger seat and buckled himself in and tried to get comfortable in the small space.

Without another word, she pulled out of the parking lot and soon they were driving on the interstate with no words being spoken.

This lasted for nearly thirty minutes until Joe just had to break the silence, "I'm sorry."

"No talking, remember?"

He let out a sigh, "Look, I know you're mad and you have every right to be. I just – what are you doing?" He glanced at her wide-eyed when she whipped the car to the right onto the shoulder and came to a complete stop.

"I said no talking. If you can't handle that then get the hell out of the car," she told him firmly. "I'll call Colby and he can swing back and pick you up."

"You can't be serious..."

Her eyes narrowed. "Try me," she challenged.

He swiped a hand over his face in exasperation. "Okay. Whatever you want," he relented.

"Do you actually think that I wanted any of this," she questioned, heatedly. "All I wanted was for the man that claimed to love me to believe me. No, it took Randy confessing before you would even consider me innocent. How do you think that makes me feel, Joe, huh?"

"I did believe you," he argued, staring down at his hands. "I know the kind of woman that you are and you would never do that to me."

"Then why did you shut me out," she cried out in anguish. "I mean the same thing happened with you and Summer last year and I believed you when you said it was all her doing. I believed you because I trusted you! If you trusted me at all, you would not have just pushed me away like that!"

"You're right," he agreed with a nod. "It's not your fault – it's mine."

"I don't understand," she whispered in confusion. "Did you want something like this to happen or something?"

"No, of course not," he answered shaking his head.

"Then why is it your fault? Hell, I've been thinking this whole week it was mine. Why the sudden change of heart?"

"It wasn't long ago that you had once said that you were waiting for the other ball to drop, like what we have is too good to be true? I feel like that too all the time. I keep thinking that I'm going to lose you somehow."

"I don't understand," she replied. "I mean for this entire relationship you've been the strong one – the one who assured me that there was no reason to be afraid."

"I wanted you to believe that," he told her simply. "I didn't want to seem..."

"Weak," she answered sharply. "Is that what you think of me?"

"Absolutely not," he asserted. "You are much stronger than me because you can admit that you came out a better person because of it and you can even admit that you had insecurities when you began dating me."

"So, you're insecure? Why? Who did this to you?"

"Lina," he answered.

"Lexi's mother," she added unnecessarily. "She was your Randy, huh?"

"Basically," he remarked. "I know I've always told you that we just couldn't make it work that it was a mutual thing, but I lied."

"Why," she questioned softly.

"Because it's hard enough sharing a child with her, I didn't want to have to rehash it all especially since I found someone new."

"Tell me what happened," she prodded. "What did she do to you?"

"I wanted to marry her," he began. "I mean we had been together, hell, all of college and then some. I thought she was it for me. She had gotten pregnant, so I went and got a ring, planned the proposal, and then the bottom just fell out. She admitted to cheating on me with buddy of mine that I used to play ball with and it had been going on for years. She was in love with him. She wanted to be with him, not me. However, she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was. So, I had to endure nine months of watching them together while waiting to see if she was carrying my baby."

He swallowed.

"Obviously, you know how that turned out. I'd never wish my daughter away, but having to see her mother and have be a co-parent in her life was incredibly hard after that. I didn't know how to bounce back from it. Yeah I dated a few women here and there, but I always kept them at arms-length. Then you walked into my life and I just..." He released a soft sigh. "Losing you would be a thousand times harder than it was to lose Lina. So, when I saw that picture of you kissing Randy – it just shattered my entire world, Skye. I don't know how I could move on from you because every part of me needs you in my life."

"How can you want to be with me," she started as stared at him with misty eyes, "when you can't even trust me?" She continued, "I mean you tell me all the time that you see yourself marrying me and us having this long, wonderful life, but if there isn't trust then what's the point even continuing this?"

"You're right," he agreed. "Deep down, I do trust you. There will always be a part of me that believes you will leave me for someone better. I mean Orton's a dickhead, but he's successful, better off..."

"And not the man for me," she put in. She gave him a fierce look, "Don't you dare tell me who I deserve." Shaking her head, she released a long sigh. "The fact that you've kept this part of you from me is just astounding. I have let you in on all of my emotional baggage and you've never felt the need to tell me anything of your past. I mean you try so hard to keep this tough guy image when it comes to your emotions and I'm supposed to be the person you should be comfortable with seeing that side of you."

"I know," he relented.

"I just wished that you would have fought for me. Hell, fought for us, but you just let me walk out the door and didn't try to stop me." She shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know if you're in this as strongly as you thought you were." She faced forward and put the car into drive. "I'm done talking for now."

He stared at her profile with a heavy heart and turned to look out the window.

When the two reached the hotel, they didn't speak a word to each other as they gathered their belongings and made their way inside the lobby to the front desk.

"How may I help you, miss?" the woman behind the desk asked.

"I need to check-in," Skye answered simply.

As Joe watched her talking to the woman, another hotel worker spoke a few spaces down the counter, "Sir, can I help you?" Joe eyed Skye's form a moment longer before realizing that she wasn't intending to sleep in the same room with him.

With a short nod, he walked over and gave the man his information and accepted the room key. He casted a look over at Skye who was finishing up with her own check-in process and turned to head over to the elevators.

As he waited for the lift to arrive, Skye walked up with her suitcase and duffle bag. His eyes moved over to her face and lowered to her bottom lip. "I hate myself for that," he commented with grief.

"It wasn't your fault," she muttered, situating the strap of her bag more comfortably onto her shoulder. "I shouldn't have tried to jump in the middle of a beat down."

"I would have killed him," he admitted with a slight nod. "Probably better that you had jumped in." The doors to the elevator opened and the two stepped inside.

After the doors closed and she punched the "3" button and he pressed the "4", each of them stood on opposites sides of the lift in silence.

She spoke up, "Why were you even there? Last I saw of you, you were getting all cozy with Summer."

"I was coming to find you," he responded and added. "It wasn't what it looked like."

"It's funny," she snorted. "How easily things can be wrongfully perceived without knowing the facts."

He nodded not knowing what to really say to that. When the elevator reached her floor, she paused mid-way from exiting to turn and gaze at him. "I guess," he began. "I'll see you at the arena."

"Yeah," she answered softly and walked out.

With a frown, he leaned back against the back wall and the doors closed.

A half hour later, he was sitting on his bed with his head buried in his hands. The moment he had entered the room, he had taken a seat on the foot of the bed and just sat there completely unsure where his relationship with Skye was at the present moment.

Reaching into his jeans, he pulled out of his phone and pulled up his text message app. He entered Skye's number then began typing a message. He bit his bottom lip in hesitation before sending the message to her.

This is me fighting for you. What's your room number? I can't sleep another night without you.

He waited with anticipation for her reply, but after several minutes he realized that perhaps she wasn't ready to forgive him.

With a short nod of acceptance, he stood and headed over to his bag to start getting ready for bed. As he slipped on some basketball shorts, his phone chimed, signaling a new message and his heart leapt. He walked over to where the phone laid atop the covers and swiped it up.

Room 332. Bring your stuff.

He smiled and quickly pulled on a shirt the grabbed his things.

When he arrived at her room, he brought his fist up to knock and stood back to wait for her to open the door.

The door finally opened and she motioned him inside. Once he walked in and put his bags inside the room, he turned to meet her gaze as she stood near the door. She was still dressed in her post-Raw attire, but was barefooted and her hair was down.

She looked beautiful as always.

He felt the need to break the silence, but he didn't get the opportunity. She swiftly walked across the empty space between them and launched herself into his arms.

With arms securely around his neck, he released a relieved breath before wrapping his arms around body and pulling her up off the ground. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry."

"I know," she whispered shakily. "You're just being a man who can't express his insecurities well. We're going to have to work on that. Don't worry you're still my big Samoan."

He let out a choked out chuckle, "You mean you're big, sappy Samoan."

"All that matters is your mine and I'm yours," she conceded. "We have to trust each other, Joe." She pulled back so that their eyes could connect. "I need you to trust me."

"I do," he stated firmly. "I won't ever let you walk out on me again."

"Promise," she requested softly.

"I promise." He placed her back to the ground. "I need to give you back something." He pulled away and walked over to his suitcase and slung it onto the bed.

"And what's that," she questioned as he began digging through the clothing. He pulled out a familiar gray shirt and she allowed herself to finally smile.

"Don't ever leave this behind again," he ordered gently as he held it out.

"It killed me to do it," she replied, taking it and bringing it to her chest.

"Why don't you put it on so we can get ready for bed?"

She nodded and turned away to begin undressing. She was very aware his eyes were watching her as he was doing the same. Once the t-shirt was on and she was ready, she headed over to the bed and pulled back the covers before climbing in.

He walked over to the other side and does the same. Once the lights were off, he pulled her toward him, pressing her back against his chest. "I love you," he whispered as his lips buried themselves in her hair.

"And I love you," she stated in return.

Soon the pair slowly drifted off to sleep and everything was finally feeling right.

The next day, Skye was sitting next to Brie and Nattie as they watched the taping of Main Event as the SHIELD took on the Usos and Kofi Kingston.

"So all is well finally," Brie asked.

"Yeah," Skye nodded. "We talked a lot about trusting each other and he apologized for not believing me. He had his reasons and I understand, but he understands what he did was wrong."

"I'm glad," Nattie told her. "It's good that you guys could work it out. Don't worry about the fans. If they see the two of you together then I'm sure they'll forget about all of this."

"You know Mark considered trying to make this into some kind of storyline," Skye chuckled. "I told him no chance in hell. Well, maybe not in those exact words."

The other two women laughed and the trio watched as the SHIELD won the match. "So," Brie spoke up. "Considering the fact that Joe is present, I guess he didn't get fired?"

"He's been fined and on probation for six months," Skye sighed. "I guess Randy got the same punishment."

"Have you seen Randy," Brie questioned and the sandy haired woman shook her head.

"I think he's pretty much laying low for a while."

"Good," Nattie commented. "Maybe things can go back to normal."

"Hopefully," Skye remarked as she stood. "I need to head over to hair and make-up."

"Alright, good luck tonight," Brie called out to her retreating form.

A couple of hours later, Skye sat in catering finishing off the last of her chicken when a throat cleared behind her.

"Uh, is this seat taken," it asked.

She glanced over shoulder at an anxious looking Jon as he stood with his hands buried in his jean pockets.

She released a snort, "I don't see why you're even asking. It's not like we're friends." She stood up. "Besides, I'm finished, so the table's all yours."

"Skye, come on..."

She spun around to face him. "Ambrose, you made it perfectly clear what you think of me, so I'm at a loss of why you're here right now. I've got a match to get ready for and I don't have time..."

"Everything okay over here," Colby asked as he walked up to the two of them.

"Everything is just dandy," Skye answered as she glared at Jon. "Just two coworkers not seeing eye-to-eye and I need to get going...later, Colbs." After a quick wave, the diva was out the door.

"She called me Ambrose," Jon commented staring at the door. "She's never called me that."

"She's pissed. You called her a slut," Colby reminded.

"I didn't call her that," Jon insisted.

"It was implied," Colby shot back. "You can't be surprised that she'd be pissed at you. It's going to take a lot of groveling, man."

"You can't be fucking serious," Jon complained. "Can't a simple 'I'm sorry' suffice?"

"Nope," his buddy answered. "You're going to need some kind of grand gesture or something." He patted the Ohioan on the back. "Good luck with that."

The other man grunted.

As he strolled backstage, Jon bypassed some production people as they readied everything to begin the taping of Smackdown. Truthfully, he had been looking for Skye to attempt the whole I'm Sorry for kind of sort calling you a slut thing, but was halted in his search by Drew McIntyre.

"Hey, dude is it true what they're saying about Skyler?"

Jon turned and gave him a close, inquisitive look, "What are you talking about?"

The Irish man grinned, "Well, their some social media sites saying that she's pretty easy if you get my drift. I mean your boy obviously forgave her after her thing with Orton, so I was just wondering if she's ever gave you a little taste? I mean certainly Reigns is willing to share –"

The man's words were cut off by a swinging fist.

After meeting with Cerrano, Jon stepped out of the Talent Relation's office and closed the door behind him with soft sigh.

"So," voice spoke up off to the side. His head turned and he found Skye leaning against a wall not too far down from where he stood. "How bad was it?"

"Just a warning," he answered, slowly approaching her. "He understood my reasoning and therefore took it easy on me."

"So, what was it about," she asked curiously. "I mean what did Drew say that got you so pissed?"

"He was talking shit about my friend," he remarked as he eyed her pointedly. "I didn't like it, so I let him know in the form of my fist."

"Oh," she whispered, glancing down.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"What'd he say," she questioned softly as her eyes lifted. "Let me guess...he wanted to find out if I'm really a slut after all. Hey, why did you get so angry I thought you shared his opinion?"

"I really don't," he replied. He released a breath, "I'm sorry." When she just stared at him, he sighed. "Look, I really suck at apologies. I know what I said was wrong and I was only sticking up for my friend."

"So, I'm not really your friend then? Kind of makes the whole punching Drew thing pretty stupid then."

He raked a hand through his unruly hair and huffed, "Yes, you're my friend – I just dammit I didn't mean it!"

"Friends don't say shit like that," she pointed out. "Look, I get that were your Joe's friend first, but I just thought we had better relationship than that."

"We do," he claimed. "Look, I tend to run my mouth off without really thinking and I regret saying that to you."

"You did," she questioned with a raised brow.

"Yes," he reiterated. "Let me just put it to you this way. I don't let anyone call me Jonny and I let you." He gave her a small smirk. "If you weren't my friend, I would have told you lose that nickname a long time ago."

To his relief, Skye grinned. "You secretly love it," she accused.

"I fucking hate it," he corrected. "I keep hoping you'll drop it."

"Not a chance," she replied much to his annoyance.

"Am I forgiven," he asked with a soft chuckle.

"On one condition," she stated, slyly.

"And what's that," he asked wearily.

"I want a hug," she responded.

He gave her a surprised look, "That's it?"

"Not just your usual side hug thing," she retorted in explanation. "I mean a full on, last for at least ten seconds, kind of hug."

His face dropped. "You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack," she grinned opening her arms out. "Now hug me."

"Nope," he answered with a shake of his head. "Not happening."

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a baby."

"You're being ridiculous!"

"It's a hug," she argued playfully. "I'm not asking for much here. Besides you've hugged Joe and Colby before!"

"In a moment of excitement in the ring as my alter ego," he countered. "I don't do the hugging thing, Skye."

"I know and that's why I want you to make an exception for me."

"Sorry that's not going to happen," he repeated, firmly.

She crossed her arms. "Then I don't forgive you."

"Come on," he grumbled.

"Hug me," she restated holding her arms open again. "It won't kill you."

He glanced around them then muttered, "Fine, get over here!"

With a triumphant smile, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist while his arms wound around her body.

When they were embraced, she commented, "See? This isn't so bad, right?"

"Start the countdown, Brooks," he ordered playfully.

She snorted, "One Mississippi...Two Mississippi..."

"You're joking, right," he questioned incredulously.

"It's how I count, okay? And since you interrupted, I'm going to start over...One Mississippi..."

"Fucking hell," he groaned.

"You could try to tone down the negativity," she pointed out before starting over with her counting again out of spite.

She managed to get to four Mississippi before Joe and Colby strolled up and halted. They took in the scene before Joe spoke up, "Aw, look, they made up."

"And he's hugging her," Colby stated in bewilderment. "Jon doesn't hug."

"I know, right," Skye said in delight then tightened her arms around Jon's waist when the man started pull out of the hug once he realized they had an audience. "Now, quick, take a picture to use later for blackmail! Hurry!"

"Lopez, you pull out the camera and I'll kick your ass," Jon growled as he tried to pry Skye's arms off.

Colby let out a loud laugh as he quickly pulled out his phone and aimed at the pair. While Skye smiled brightly for the camera with her arms still wrapped around Jon, the other occupant of the hug glared dangerously at his friend as he took the picture.

Once a few clicks of the camera had been heard, Skye finally released Jon and laughed, "Okay, you're forgiven, Ambrose."

"Hey, drop the Ambrose shit," the blonde man requested.

"Whatever you say, Jonny," she countered smiling.

He returned it with an approving nod. "I'm going to grab something to eat."

"I'll join you," Colby replied and hugged an arm around Skye quickly hugging her then followed his friend toward catering.

Smiling at the duo as they walked down the hall, she turned around to face Joe who grinned.

"The gangs back together again," he commented as he pulled her to his side. "You do realize that he's going to get you later for that."

"I'd be surprised if he didn't, but I got you to protect me, right?"

"Of course, baby girl," he assured before leaning down to kiss her.

Later on in the night, Skye was packing up the last of her stuff in her suitcase inside the diva's locker room when Brie hurried up with her phone in hand.

"I would have figured that you and Bryan would have been long gone by now," Skye laughed.

"We're leaving shortly," the brunette answered quickly. "Have you been on ?"

"Not today, why?"

Brie didn't answer. She started fiddling with her phone then held it out for her to take.

Skye gave her a curious look before glancing down on the screen. Her eyes widened at the title displayed: Randy Orton releases an official statement about leaked Skyler Grace lip-lock photo.

"As most of you are very much aware, a photo was taken and posted without my consent. The damage that was caused by the leaking of this photo was hurtful to all those involved. That being said, I want to publically apologize to those that had been hurt as a result of my mistake. First and foremost, I want to apologize to Skyler Grace. I took advantage of someone that I have the highest respect for and really hurt her personal relationship. She has done nothing wrong and should not be held accountable for my actions. I hope that one day I will earn her forgiveness and I wish her the best.

Next, I want to apologize to my family, I am embarrassed by my actions toward Skyler and that is not the kind of man that my mother raised nor is the kind of man that my daughter would be proud of.

Lastly, I want to apologize to the fans. I know that I'm looked up to by young children and I do not want them to think that what I did was right in any way. As for the fans and the social media individuals who have made the lewd comments about Skye's character, she does not deserve the hate and does not deserve to be called names when she is the innocent victim in all of this. I kissed her without her consent and I should be the one being criticized and not her. Please take down the photos and the comments and allow her to get on with her life without the negativity.

I hope that with time all of this will go away and everybody's lives can return to normal. I'm not proud of what I did and I just want to clear the air and make amends with those that I wronged. Thank you."

"Wow," Skye commented after reading the statement.

"I know," Brie agreed. "I'm surprised he did that."

"Me too," Skye said as she handed the phone back to her friend.

"Well, maybe this will help get the fans back on your side," she pointed out.

"Maybe," Skye answered, grabbing her things. "Look, I got to meet the guys. I'll see you in Phoenix."

"Yeah, see at Raw," Brie smiled and the two hugged.

Minutes later, she meets up with Joe in the hallway and greets her with a quick kiss to the crown of her head.

"Did you happen to glance at website," she asked him.

"Yeah, Colby showed me. Color me surprised that Orton would be thoughtful enough to put out a statement."

"Yeah, I know," she softly concurred.

"You ready," he questioned and she answered him with a nod. He helped her with her bags and the two headed for the exit.

Along the way, Skye caught sight of Randy as she and Joe walked through the indoor parking lot. He was in the middle of putting his suitcase in his a rental car which was most likely taking him to the airport like the rest roster were in route to.

She stopped walking and glanced at Joe. "Uh...would it be okay if I went over and talked to him?"

Joe gave her a confused look before realizing just who she wanted to go talk to. His features seemed to tighten.

"You trust me, right," she asked staring at him closely.

His face softened and he nodded, "Go ahead."

She gave him a small smile and leaned up to kiss him. "I won't be long." Turning, she slowly made her way over.

As she neared, she caught Randy's attention and his movements stalled as he watched her approach.

"Hey," she greeted lightly.

"Hey," he said in return then glanced over her shoulder. "I see you and Reigns made up. That's good. I'm glad you guys were able to work it out."

"Thanks, you sounded really sincere about that," she joked and he chuckled.

"Yeah, well, Iuh you're not easy woman to get over, Brooks."

That changed the mood a bit, but she pressed on, "Look, about that statement on the website..."

"It had to be put out there," he stated simply. "You shouldn't be criticized for something that you didn't do. It should be on me. I take the blame for all of it and I felt it needed to be addressed to the public."

She nodded slowly, "Well, I appreciate it."

"It's the least that I could do." He cracked a smile. "It can be the overdue apology that I never really got around to."

"Yeah, well, you were never really good with expressing yourself," she pointed out with a small smile.

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, something to work on, I suppose."

With a sigh, she commented, "Look, you're a good guy, Randy. You just made a lot of mistakes. Let this be your turning point."

He nodded and his eyes left hers to stare over her shoulder.

A throat cleared behind her and she turned to find Joe standing there. "You ready?" She nodded as the two men stared each other down, both their faces showing the evidence of their last encounter together.

"Yeah," Skye answered him.

"Take care of her," Randy requested, surprising the Samoan. "Don't ever let her slip for your fingers like I did." With a brief nod to both of them, he walked to the driver side door and climbed into his car.

Skye and Joe stood back and watched as Orton pulled out of the parking spot and drove away.

"Words of wisdom from the Apex Predator," he laughed. "I didn't think I'd see the day."

"Yeah I know," she agreed.

"Come on, we need to hi-tail it to the airport." He wrapped an arm around and led her toward the car where Colby and Jon were waiting. After loading up there bags, he turned around to smile, "Let's go home, huh?"

She smiled, "Yes, let's go home." She grabbed his shirt and leaned up to place a kiss to his lips.

They didn't get to enjoy the moment too long before jerking apart when a car horn beeped courtesy of Jon who was behind the wheel.

"Times a wasting," he hollered.

"Don't make me post that picture on twitter," Skye threatened and laughed when she heard him curse.

"Come on," Joe coaxed and the two climbed into the backseat where she found Colby laughing at a pouting Jon.

So, yeah, no amazing make-up sex. I hope you enjoyed. Please review. The last batch of reviews have been cracking me up!