p style="text-align: center;" data-p-id="43c29e0d6f6f0cd3a68073b9be6a1126"emstrongCirca April 1996/strong/em/p
p data-p-id="2cf4a96359c43bb3c2ec221acd4d1f8e""Steph, wait up!" I yelled. I don't know why she was rushing. I was the one with the car keys./p
p data-p-id="c004c47dc42fc96ee208755885d65807"I turned the corner, trying to catch up before she got lost or messed up my car or something. But stupid me, I tried to cut the corner and I rammed right into someone, nearly falling backward. I would have fallen flat on my back, but he caught my hand and pulled me up./p
p data-p-id="5affd42ba33bf7550b2689e63e38b4cf""Sorry! My sister-I didn't mean-thank you-" I stuttered./p
p data-p-id="bc5868935cd6a6f2363328ff6276a951""Don't worry about it," he told me. I finally looked up to see who it was. Shawn Michaels. I knew exactly who he was. He was the wrestler I had the biggest crush on, the one I'd just gushed to Stephanie about merely hours earlier./p
p data-p-id="3f9ff9481ffb61cb4b7e136c7aed537b""I, uh, gotta go..." I trailed off awkwardly. I felt blood rushing into my cheeks./p
p data-p-id="9bbad8868bb042fc4980082863dd1d90""Right. Your sister."/p
p data-p-id="82c83888f91a5b3b25008e05369b23a3"I nodded and walked around him, running as soon as I had made it around the corner. I couldn't hide my blush any longer; my face was bright red. I panicked. Had I made a fool of myself? What was I wearing? I glanced down at my outfit. An old sweatshirt that Shane didn't fit anymore and a pair of sweatpants. I remembered now; I was feeling lazy this morning and basically just rolled out of bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid./p
p data-p-id="f47bc4b9b4693cd9d7dc82a8d10ec41a"Stephanie was sitting cross-legged on the hood of my car when I entered the lot. "What took you so long?"/p
p data-p-id="66693cb519e63bf74b3dfe970c93f2ae""Nothing," I replied quickly, dodging the question. "Get off my car."/p
p data-p-id="8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e"***/p
p data-p-id="46ddaad71f4a9f74aae70b8f65e1b92f"The next week at Raw, I sat backstage with Stephanie as we watched the show. We were in Dad's office, but he was in gorilla position, so it was just the two of us./p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="7fd928933029d1d199c2388c668892b6"I'd put a lot of thought into my outfit that day... just in case. I'm pretty sure every single piece of my outfit was new-and expensive. Steph had asked me why I got all dolled up, but I just shrugged her off./p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="ce84ba602dd0ce98f02da5fc56e4d67a""I just thought I should look the part. Especially if they're all just going to call me spoiled anyway."/p
p data-p-id="a3624365cd8243fd9c039465f92ab331"I hated it. Just because my dad owned the company, everyone thought I was some kind of stuck-up brat. I'd even mentioned it to Dad before, but he always shooed it away./p
p data-p-id="ac2c360ce88aa56dd5c52cd26d5bf050"em"/ememThey're/emem just jealous. /ememIt'll/emem go away."/em/p
p data-p-id="a282571f741d18ad74544905719dc6da"They were, and it didn't. But, hey, I got it. Dad was a busy guy, he didn't exactly have time for every little flutter of my feelings./p
p data-p-id="b7af757b299f1bf5c1e8da2d2e10653e"I needed a bathroom break. We'd been there all day, and I hadn't used the bathroom once. I was too nervous of running into Shawn again. It was irrational, but I was convinced that if I left Dad's office, I would bump into him again, probably embarrassing myself even worse./p
p data-p-id="fc7cad22df18b125b8c9335b648348d0"I told Steph I'd be back and slipped out into the hall. They way there was a piece of cake. I ran into only one person; Mark Callaway, also known by his ring name the Undertaker. I liked Mark, he was nice. He was reserved, but he was actually really wise. We were two odd balls out. He was probably the best friend I had, other than Steph. I loved listening to him talk about the business. It was fascinating./p
p data-p-id="7f877a79ee1778448df505ca3145e5bf""Hi," I greeted, waving./p
p data-p-id="240e5fe0c20ca112a4d24f1b2649c22e""If it isn't the daddy's girl. Just to clear something up; were you diapers silk or molded out of pure gold?" he replied jokingly./p
p data-p-id="fc8f055f2c45990ce6f48666f018df80""Is that what they're saying about me now?"/p
p data-p-id="5a1cf2f68b38ffb6a77c6c51035ce627"He shrugged. "I just hear rumors. Don't worry about it. They've obviously never met you."/p
p data-p-id="d239fdd4b57cf596be9ba8bef70ff5da""Can you do me a favor next time and just knock them out?" I joked./p
p data-p-id="40119a4d9eb6df46f3d0aa63ea99758f"He chuckled. "Will do."/p
p data-p-id="b4009d40e6e34c9df0fa47500980d6bc"We parted ways and I completed my warpath to the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom proved to be the troublesome part. I opened the door and slammed right into Shawn again. My face flushed immediately. At least I didn't fall this time./p
p data-p-id="736fa80294b0467ed27b9366628a19f1"I was ready to dump a thousand apologies on him, but he just laughed. "We have to stop meeting like this."/p
p data-p-id="e81a8f77c30dca1ad1330e95afae3fe8"I giggled. He seemed so friendly; I don't know why Dad always talked about how he was trouble. He seemed nice to me./p
p data-p-id="57081a747bd6d3c7a17b28ad49bf27ae""I'm sorry, I have this problem where I'm just drawn to every possible obstacle in my path."/p
p data-p-id="24355e270d9ba9dd1114d5b24a6e3504"He laughed again. "I can see that. You might want to get that checked out."/p
p data-p-id="8aa159ad5b6ffe947f8305e07b906100"I was sure my face was bright red. I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation with him. "Uh, you have a match tonight, right? Good luck."/p
p data-p-id="0dd412b2e3dfbd795a30f98da59084c5""Thank you Miss..."/p
p data-p-id="75e19812a3b8cc0a1bfe43c6ea15a452""Sarah-Well, only my dad really calls me that-uh, you can call me by my middle name, Katherine-or just Kat-whatever you want, really," I managed to get out, making a fool of myself./p
p data-p-id="ee97e4337a1e6e4e28e0b49928d854b7"He simply smirked at me. "I'm Shawn."/p
p data-p-id="5a8331d32725fdc1d024036b6a6798af""I know." God, why did I say that? That sounds so creepy! "I, uh, watch the show."/p
p data-p-id="408eace997458e545431bca78ad15c44"He chuckled. "Right. My bad. See you around, Katherine."/p
p data-p-id="69378f46bf781e72f86cb64bae6f8a94""Bye," I breathed. It felt like the last breath I would ever breathe. I couldn't believe that just happened. I pinched myself to make sure I was dreaming. It was real./p
p data-p-id="6971541467abe00b1f2ec0cad1c59e6d"I sprinted back to Dad's office, sealing the door shut behind me. I squealed aloud, and I couldn't even wait to tell Stephanie. It all just started pouring out. I always told Steph everything./p
p data-p-id="7125a18407977603f5eeeb7dbc192343"She sat wide-eyed, listening intently to my whole spiel about my huge crush on him, and the two times I'd run into him, how he knew my name now, and how we were basically already destined to get married. The last part emmay/em have been exaggerated./p
p data-p-id="733e50884a0e7da760e2aa33c43404b9"She had a thousand questions, of course./p
p data-p-id="c59eed807acc485f217768ef28e1542b""Steph, I've run into him twice! I only know his name!" I told her before she could bombard me again./p
p data-p-id="16e03814082a15f6077a158a498d9943"We watched Shawn's match, along with the rest of the show. He was a fantastic wrestler, and it really showed./p
p data-p-id="012361712e05bb5cf0c2b68c50d59c24""Isn't he great?" I asked./p
p data-p-id="c3f6908785cfc54d581b90febee25a41""You can't date him!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Dad will emkill/em you. And him, for good measure."/p
p data-p-id="2a37fd08bddfbedef97a88c9dc845d0d""I know, I know, we're not allowed to go out with any of the wrestlers." I sighed, falling onto the couch beside her. "That's a stupid rule, in my opinion-"/p
p data-p-id="d9171f866886f27322903f55fb305a44"I was cut off by Dad himself walking into the office. Speak of devil and he shall appear, I guess. I quickly snapped my mouth shut./p
p data-p-id="71c1f728acbc1b81083bfc94b184ae5d""Hello, Sarah, Stephanie," he greeted, sitting down at his desk and getting right back to work. He never actually stopped working, he just started doing different jobs. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked absent-mindedly. He wasn't really listening, he just felt he should talk to us./p
p data-p-id="2a882ff51bf13e0edcc2deed1fa98b1b""Yeah, actually. The matches were spot-on," I said politely./p
p data-p-id="7fff4bbd9835587e215d60c590030289""I thought the first one was boring," Steph added./p
p data-p-id="e05f303b12c8690fbcd408a41e514c20""That's good," Dad responded, obviously not hearing anything we just said. He was reading something at his desk./p
p data-p-id="1a644d35e63e27e32e57f54d0543ea9a"I stood and walked over to stand right in front of the desk. I had a question to ask him for the thousandth time. I put my hand on the paper he was reading, forcing him to look up at me./p
p data-p-id="11217b5f3400e362a27bd887a5012b40"He stared at me quizzically. "Yes?"/p
p data-p-id="5076b1f35caf5679b12d251d984de199"I was about to speak up and ask him for the thousandth time to let me wrestle, or maybe at least be a manager, even though I already knew the answer. What was that saying? The true definition of insane is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Well, by that definition, I was insane. But I wanted into this business so badly. I'd waited nearly twenty-one years on the outside looking in, and I wanted so badly-more than I wanted to breathe-to be a part of it. I was going to ask, but there was a knock at the door./p
p data-p-id="da6e0eaa13af9f47df62fffa5f55550c""Come in," Dad called./p
p data-p-id="6579cd25c4ea2d94a21880e95f1c3118"It was Shawn. I swear to God, my heart skipped a beat. I think I even gasped, causing Dad to glance at me in suspicion./p
p data-p-id="ed2d918bfcacb7e683ed227066d5bfbc""Girls, can you come back in a bit? Sarah, we will talk later," Dad announced. I got the memo. The wrestlers were more important than us./p
p data-p-id="54dd491a19d059f18fa8c6d2091174d9"I couldn't move for a few seconds. I had to walk past Shawn to leave the room. He smiled at me as I passed. He smiled at me! Butterflies went wild in my stomach./p
p data-p-id="6ae62b38385b52839ca18cf3862a6a3e"I had a feeling this little crush was going to be the end of me.../p
p style="text-align: center;" data-p-id="43a358072ae0efd8bc384675c369f8be"em-/embr /emShawn's POV/embr /em-/em/p
p data-p-id="31aaf8b55c6ce209fc4164096f30f0df""Please tell me you're not going after her," Kevin said. We were packing up to leave./p
p data-p-id="577bfb6d839f9bf4de4a6e8ec38842b3""Who?" I asked, playing innocent. I knew exactly who he was talking about, of course./p
p data-p-id="9522ee17ced07a7ddabab04862ac3b2a""Don't play that game with me. The one you apparently told Paul was, and I quote, 'hot enough to have her own solar system'," he replied./p
p data-p-id="df00400fba3574db0c590b9f84ec3f03"I shrugged, zipping up my bag. "So what?"/p
p data-p-id="6d03d8436a860dc3292fae01b1b388c6""Do you know who she is?"/p
p data-p-id="5cd3442040b0c8b296b914c4c1c377be""Her name's Katherine," I answered./p
p data-p-id="aba41df05fcd4be41966310374e5d7ee""Okay, but do you know emwho/em she is?" he asked again./p
p data-p-id="9baa39420e2d84bd11c1cbd7e32c4178""Why does it matter, Kev?" I asked, shrugging it off./p
p data-p-id="6329479f037bcd25c263b132e621c62a""She's emVince's /ememdaughter/em. You touch her, and he'll have your ass."/p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="a655c73a383a35d88c1adf19d9e009ca"I slung my bag over my shoulder and we left the locker room. "I love a challenge."/p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="da6ee2f53a52b31d113f5e79be755bc4"I didn't see the big deal. She was just another girl. I could have any girl I wanted, but I wanted her. So, by God, I was going to get her./p
p data-p-id="2cf4a96359c43bb3c2ec221acd4d1f8e""Steph, wait up!" I yelled. I don't know why she was rushing. I was the one with the car keys./p
p data-p-id="c004c47dc42fc96ee208755885d65807"I turned the corner, trying to catch up before she got lost or messed up my car or something. But stupid me, I tried to cut the corner and I rammed right into someone, nearly falling backward. I would have fallen flat on my back, but he caught my hand and pulled me up./p
p data-p-id="5affd42ba33bf7550b2689e63e38b4cf""Sorry! My sister-I didn't mean-thank you-" I stuttered./p
p data-p-id="bc5868935cd6a6f2363328ff6276a951""Don't worry about it," he told me. I finally looked up to see who it was. Shawn Michaels. I knew exactly who he was. He was the wrestler I had the biggest crush on, the one I'd just gushed to Stephanie about merely hours earlier./p
p data-p-id="3f9ff9481ffb61cb4b7e136c7aed537b""I, uh, gotta go..." I trailed off awkwardly. I felt blood rushing into my cheeks./p
p data-p-id="9bbad8868bb042fc4980082863dd1d90""Right. Your sister."/p
p data-p-id="82c83888f91a5b3b25008e05369b23a3"I nodded and walked around him, running as soon as I had made it around the corner. I couldn't hide my blush any longer; my face was bright red. I panicked. Had I made a fool of myself? What was I wearing? I glanced down at my outfit. An old sweatshirt that Shane didn't fit anymore and a pair of sweatpants. I remembered now; I was feeling lazy this morning and basically just rolled out of bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid./p
p data-p-id="f47bc4b9b4693cd9d7dc82a8d10ec41a"Stephanie was sitting cross-legged on the hood of my car when I entered the lot. "What took you so long?"/p
p data-p-id="66693cb519e63bf74b3dfe970c93f2ae""Nothing," I replied quickly, dodging the question. "Get off my car."/p
p data-p-id="8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e"***/p
p data-p-id="46ddaad71f4a9f74aae70b8f65e1b92f"The next week at Raw, I sat backstage with Stephanie as we watched the show. We were in Dad's office, but he was in gorilla position, so it was just the two of us./p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="7fd928933029d1d199c2388c668892b6"I'd put a lot of thought into my outfit that day... just in case. I'm pretty sure every single piece of my outfit was new-and expensive. Steph had asked me why I got all dolled up, but I just shrugged her off./p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="ce84ba602dd0ce98f02da5fc56e4d67a""I just thought I should look the part. Especially if they're all just going to call me spoiled anyway."/p
p data-p-id="a3624365cd8243fd9c039465f92ab331"I hated it. Just because my dad owned the company, everyone thought I was some kind of stuck-up brat. I'd even mentioned it to Dad before, but he always shooed it away./p
p data-p-id="ac2c360ce88aa56dd5c52cd26d5bf050"em"/ememThey're/emem just jealous. /ememIt'll/emem go away."/em/p
p data-p-id="a282571f741d18ad74544905719dc6da"They were, and it didn't. But, hey, I got it. Dad was a busy guy, he didn't exactly have time for every little flutter of my feelings./p
p data-p-id="b7af757b299f1bf5c1e8da2d2e10653e"I needed a bathroom break. We'd been there all day, and I hadn't used the bathroom once. I was too nervous of running into Shawn again. It was irrational, but I was convinced that if I left Dad's office, I would bump into him again, probably embarrassing myself even worse./p
p data-p-id="fc7cad22df18b125b8c9335b648348d0"I told Steph I'd be back and slipped out into the hall. They way there was a piece of cake. I ran into only one person; Mark Callaway, also known by his ring name the Undertaker. I liked Mark, he was nice. He was reserved, but he was actually really wise. We were two odd balls out. He was probably the best friend I had, other than Steph. I loved listening to him talk about the business. It was fascinating./p
p data-p-id="7f877a79ee1778448df505ca3145e5bf""Hi," I greeted, waving./p
p data-p-id="240e5fe0c20ca112a4d24f1b2649c22e""If it isn't the daddy's girl. Just to clear something up; were you diapers silk or molded out of pure gold?" he replied jokingly./p
p data-p-id="fc8f055f2c45990ce6f48666f018df80""Is that what they're saying about me now?"/p
p data-p-id="5a1cf2f68b38ffb6a77c6c51035ce627"He shrugged. "I just hear rumors. Don't worry about it. They've obviously never met you."/p
p data-p-id="d239fdd4b57cf596be9ba8bef70ff5da""Can you do me a favor next time and just knock them out?" I joked./p
p data-p-id="40119a4d9eb6df46f3d0aa63ea99758f"He chuckled. "Will do."/p
p data-p-id="b4009d40e6e34c9df0fa47500980d6bc"We parted ways and I completed my warpath to the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom proved to be the troublesome part. I opened the door and slammed right into Shawn again. My face flushed immediately. At least I didn't fall this time./p
p data-p-id="736fa80294b0467ed27b9366628a19f1"I was ready to dump a thousand apologies on him, but he just laughed. "We have to stop meeting like this."/p
p data-p-id="e81a8f77c30dca1ad1330e95afae3fe8"I giggled. He seemed so friendly; I don't know why Dad always talked about how he was trouble. He seemed nice to me./p
p data-p-id="57081a747bd6d3c7a17b28ad49bf27ae""I'm sorry, I have this problem where I'm just drawn to every possible obstacle in my path."/p
p data-p-id="24355e270d9ba9dd1114d5b24a6e3504"He laughed again. "I can see that. You might want to get that checked out."/p
p data-p-id="8aa159ad5b6ffe947f8305e07b906100"I was sure my face was bright red. I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation with him. "Uh, you have a match tonight, right? Good luck."/p
p data-p-id="0dd412b2e3dfbd795a30f98da59084c5""Thank you Miss..."/p
p data-p-id="75e19812a3b8cc0a1bfe43c6ea15a452""Sarah-Well, only my dad really calls me that-uh, you can call me by my middle name, Katherine-or just Kat-whatever you want, really," I managed to get out, making a fool of myself./p
p data-p-id="ee97e4337a1e6e4e28e0b49928d854b7"He simply smirked at me. "I'm Shawn."/p
p data-p-id="5a8331d32725fdc1d024036b6a6798af""I know." God, why did I say that? That sounds so creepy! "I, uh, watch the show."/p
p data-p-id="408eace997458e545431bca78ad15c44"He chuckled. "Right. My bad. See you around, Katherine."/p
p data-p-id="69378f46bf781e72f86cb64bae6f8a94""Bye," I breathed. It felt like the last breath I would ever breathe. I couldn't believe that just happened. I pinched myself to make sure I was dreaming. It was real./p
p data-p-id="6971541467abe00b1f2ec0cad1c59e6d"I sprinted back to Dad's office, sealing the door shut behind me. I squealed aloud, and I couldn't even wait to tell Stephanie. It all just started pouring out. I always told Steph everything./p
p data-p-id="7125a18407977603f5eeeb7dbc192343"She sat wide-eyed, listening intently to my whole spiel about my huge crush on him, and the two times I'd run into him, how he knew my name now, and how we were basically already destined to get married. The last part emmay/em have been exaggerated./p
p data-p-id="733e50884a0e7da760e2aa33c43404b9"She had a thousand questions, of course./p
p data-p-id="c59eed807acc485f217768ef28e1542b""Steph, I've run into him twice! I only know his name!" I told her before she could bombard me again./p
p data-p-id="16e03814082a15f6077a158a498d9943"We watched Shawn's match, along with the rest of the show. He was a fantastic wrestler, and it really showed./p
p data-p-id="012361712e05bb5cf0c2b68c50d59c24""Isn't he great?" I asked./p
p data-p-id="c3f6908785cfc54d581b90febee25a41""You can't date him!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Dad will emkill/em you. And him, for good measure."/p
p data-p-id="2a37fd08bddfbedef97a88c9dc845d0d""I know, I know, we're not allowed to go out with any of the wrestlers." I sighed, falling onto the couch beside her. "That's a stupid rule, in my opinion-"/p
p data-p-id="d9171f866886f27322903f55fb305a44"I was cut off by Dad himself walking into the office. Speak of devil and he shall appear, I guess. I quickly snapped my mouth shut./p
p data-p-id="71c1f728acbc1b81083bfc94b184ae5d""Hello, Sarah, Stephanie," he greeted, sitting down at his desk and getting right back to work. He never actually stopped working, he just started doing different jobs. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked absent-mindedly. He wasn't really listening, he just felt he should talk to us./p
p data-p-id="2a882ff51bf13e0edcc2deed1fa98b1b""Yeah, actually. The matches were spot-on," I said politely./p
p data-p-id="7fff4bbd9835587e215d60c590030289""I thought the first one was boring," Steph added./p
p data-p-id="e05f303b12c8690fbcd408a41e514c20""That's good," Dad responded, obviously not hearing anything we just said. He was reading something at his desk./p
p data-p-id="1a644d35e63e27e32e57f54d0543ea9a"I stood and walked over to stand right in front of the desk. I had a question to ask him for the thousandth time. I put my hand on the paper he was reading, forcing him to look up at me./p
p data-p-id="11217b5f3400e362a27bd887a5012b40"He stared at me quizzically. "Yes?"/p
p data-p-id="5076b1f35caf5679b12d251d984de199"I was about to speak up and ask him for the thousandth time to let me wrestle, or maybe at least be a manager, even though I already knew the answer. What was that saying? The true definition of insane is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Well, by that definition, I was insane. But I wanted into this business so badly. I'd waited nearly twenty-one years on the outside looking in, and I wanted so badly-more than I wanted to breathe-to be a part of it. I was going to ask, but there was a knock at the door./p
p data-p-id="da6e0eaa13af9f47df62fffa5f55550c""Come in," Dad called./p
p data-p-id="6579cd25c4ea2d94a21880e95f1c3118"It was Shawn. I swear to God, my heart skipped a beat. I think I even gasped, causing Dad to glance at me in suspicion./p
p data-p-id="ed2d918bfcacb7e683ed227066d5bfbc""Girls, can you come back in a bit? Sarah, we will talk later," Dad announced. I got the memo. The wrestlers were more important than us./p
p data-p-id="54dd491a19d059f18fa8c6d2091174d9"I couldn't move for a few seconds. I had to walk past Shawn to leave the room. He smiled at me as I passed. He smiled at me! Butterflies went wild in my stomach./p
p data-p-id="6ae62b38385b52839ca18cf3862a6a3e"I had a feeling this little crush was going to be the end of me.../p
p style="text-align: center;" data-p-id="43a358072ae0efd8bc384675c369f8be"em-/embr /emShawn's POV/embr /em-/em/p
p data-p-id="31aaf8b55c6ce209fc4164096f30f0df""Please tell me you're not going after her," Kevin said. We were packing up to leave./p
p data-p-id="577bfb6d839f9bf4de4a6e8ec38842b3""Who?" I asked, playing innocent. I knew exactly who he was talking about, of course./p
p data-p-id="9522ee17ced07a7ddabab04862ac3b2a""Don't play that game with me. The one you apparently told Paul was, and I quote, 'hot enough to have her own solar system'," he replied./p
p data-p-id="df00400fba3574db0c590b9f84ec3f03"I shrugged, zipping up my bag. "So what?"/p
p data-p-id="6d03d8436a860dc3292fae01b1b388c6""Do you know who she is?"/p
p data-p-id="5cd3442040b0c8b296b914c4c1c377be""Her name's Katherine," I answered./p
p data-p-id="aba41df05fcd4be41966310374e5d7ee""Okay, but do you know emwho/em she is?" he asked again./p
p data-p-id="9baa39420e2d84bd11c1cbd7e32c4178""Why does it matter, Kev?" I asked, shrugging it off./p
p data-p-id="6329479f037bcd25c263b132e621c62a""She's emVince's /ememdaughter/em. You touch her, and he'll have your ass."/p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="a655c73a383a35d88c1adf19d9e009ca"I slung my bag over my shoulder and we left the locker room. "I love a challenge."/p
p style="text-align: left;" data-p-id="da6ee2f53a52b31d113f5e79be755bc4"I didn't see the big deal. She was just another girl. I could have any girl I wanted, but I wanted her. So, by God, I was going to get her./p