Long time no update....sorry to the faithful readers of this fic....ive just been so distracted with other fics...as of now i have 5 chaptered ones. so sorry again, review please :)

It had been over a month since Chris had walked in on Torrie and Trish in the throws of passion, and as much as Torrie wished she could say that was the end of it...she'd be lying. Things had only escalated since then, now that she couldn't deny that she wanted Trish anymore they had started meeting each other any chance they got.

The Boise native was ashamed of herself, she didn't want to want Trish...but now that she did, she couldn't seem to get enough of her. John didn't know anything, and she felt like trash sneaking around on him like that.

But it was just supposed to be fun; John was the one that she loved, and the one who loved her. She really did want to stop; more then anything she just wanted everything to just be normal again. Things had gotten way out of hand in her opinion, the guilt was eating her up inside but that didn't make her ask Trish to stop.

"Oh god, don't stop..." Torrie blurted, tangling her hands in her lovers hair, holding her against her neck.

So...she wasn't exactly a master of self control...if she was she probably wouldn't be in this broom closet right now, pants around her ankles with five minutes till show time. The worst part was is that she was probably going to wind up in the ring with the blonde too, and Torrie knew she wouldn't resist letting her hands 'slip' during the match just to tease her. It seemed that the Canadian enjoyed watching her squirm.

A loud voice interrupted them, "Has anyone seen Wilson or Trish, there up next and I haven't seen either of them in like a half hour..." Cindy the production manager yelled, going out of her mind in an attempt to find them.

"Shit," Torrie cursed, banging her head back against the wall.

Looking up at her Trish smiled, wiping the smudged lip gloss from her chin, "Guess the funs over then...I'll see you out there..." She told her, opening the door a crack to make sure the coast was clear before booting it out of the closet.

Doing her best to catch her breath the other woman stayed there for a while, she pulled her spandex booty shorts back up over her hips and re-adjusted her top. Torrie sighed and ran her hand back over her blonde locks in her best attempt to fix her hair before slipping out of the dark confinement herself.

How on earth can I keep doing this? She asked her self, taking her time as she rounded the corner before running straight into John, "There you are baby..." He said smiling, wrapping his arms around her. "Where have you been? The production staff has been going absolutely crazy trying to find you."

"I was just warming up, needed a quiet place you know?"

He nodded, "Ok well you better get out there before Vince blows a gasket."

She smiled, "K later cutie.

Reaching back he smacked her ass, "Yeah later...." He told her, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.

Torrie walked slowly back from gorilla, afraid she'd run into her competitor again. Trish had beaten her 1-2-3 against the mat, but not before she found time to whisper in her ear, "Come to my room later, we can finish what we started."

The Boise native didn't know what to do, she wanted to see her...she ached to. But seeing John before the match had made the familiar feeling of guilt rise up from her stomach. She knew that this was all so wrong, yet it just had to feel so right. Torrie wished that she didn't like the feeling of Trish holding her close, the feeling of her warm skin on her own...but she loved it.

Ever since she was a little girl she had been taught that lies would always come back to haunt you, that secrets would always blow up in your face, that what goes around comes around but she couldn't keep herself from hiding her double life. It wasn't something she could be proud of; in fact she was completely ashamed of herself. She was raised better then that...and it had nothing to do with the fact that Trish was a woman. Torrie knew that if she had just said to her mother that she liked women too she would be accepted, but what they wouldn't accept was the fact that she was cheating on someone she claimed to love.

She tried not to frown when she saw her boyfriend making his way over to her, holding her bags in his hands. "Hey I thought we could just get out of here."

"But I haven't had my shower yet..."

His face lit up with a smirk, "I thought we could get one together back at the hotel."

"John I..." She started, trying to tell him that she wasn't in the mood for all that...but she didn't get a chance.

The man moved his fingers to her lips, "Shhh don't thank me now, I can think of plenty of ways for you to do that later." She sighed as he moved to her side, "You've just seemed really distant as of late, tonight I'm going to make you happy."