Ch. 3

Randy

Now settled on the bus after a great workout and my adrenaline still pumping, I dial my wife's number. On the third ring she answers, "Hi baby."

"How are you?" I feel my mouth stretch into a wide grin. Sam and I have been married for five years while we've dated off and on for four years.

"I'm fine. You were great out there tonight! What are you doing?" Samantha's voice is soft, clear, and low not the high soprano Honor's is.

"Thanks babe. Making sure my new shadow is comfy. We got our assignments today."

"Oh yeah... is she cute?" Her voice is rather flat and unenthusiastic.

I pause for a moment to check to see where Honor is exactly, "Her name's Honor. She actually too... sexy to be in the ring... like she thinks this is all fun and games. Don't kill me for that last comment."

"You can look, but don't touch Randy." I hear my icy tone in her voice as she warns me.

A round of chuckles kills me while I listen to my girls on the phone. My six-year-old daughter, Alanna, read me a story and told me about her day with Mommy. When I wrap up my call it is four-eighteen, and we boarded at two something.

I find Honor laying in her bunk, wearing a long purple skirt and a white tank top, her hair no longer straight in a ponytail falling past her waist. Instead it's all pulled back off her face with a head band in a ridiculous mass of thick curls highlighted by streaks of purple on the ends.

"Hey buddy. You missed the shower." She snickers.

"What?" I raise my right eyebrow as I cross my arms and lean on to the second bunk, where she is. "Make up your mind yet?"

As she shifts her top begins riding up; either she doesn't notice or she just wants to tease me. I'm betting on the latter.

"Friday's is coming up on the next exit so let's go there?"

What kind of reaction would I get if I flick my tongue over the delicate flesh?

"Coolbeans." She goes back to scrolling through her phone; I glance at the screen she's on something I don't recognize. "What are you on?"

"Tumblr."

"That blog site?"

"Never heard of it, old timer?" She chuckles as I feel my cheeks burn.

"Who, do you think you are you talking to?" I reach over pulling her body close to mine and tickling her stomach. Honor screams into giggles, trying to escape my hold, but I lock her in and tickle her some more. I only met her today but I feel so comfortable around her. That's good. Right?

"You gonna answer me?" I dig my fingers to her sides just enough to replenish her shrieks of laughter. Holding her against me I feel how small she actually is.

"Randy!" She shrieks snorting between laughs. Well then...

"PLEASE?!" By now Honor's gasping for breath between giggles as I tickle her mercilessly. She throws her head back, a delighted smile permanently stuck on her face due to my juvenile activities.

"Randy! STOP!" She pulls at my hands lost in deep laughter, there is a giant smile affixed across her lips as I note the ever slight gap between her front teeth. I give in and free her, conjuring the image from previous moments. We catch our breaths in a slightly awkward silence. Finally I speak up, still teasing, "Still don't have an answer for me?"

"You gonna attack me again Grandpa?" Mischief coloring her expression as she reclaims her spot on the bunk, she sits Indian style. An unwarranted image of CM Punk in the ring sitting much like Honor is doing now, flashes through my mind.

"If you don't pipe up, then yes."

Honor simply gives me a crooked smirk, "Yeah that blog site. You know the online diary thing. Almost like Twitter."

Honor meets my gaze, while her big eyes are so hypnotic and bright. Her dis-position and round oval face misleads one to believe she has all the innocence and virtue of a child.

"Are you listening?" The girl is snapping her fingers in my face, conjuring my attention once more. "I know. I'm hard to stop fantasizing about."

I roll my eyes externally brushing off her truth infused sarcastic remark, blushing internally, because she's right.

"Like I said, mostly it's a photo wasteland." Her full lips turn up at the corners as she scrolls down the phone, "See."

My jaw drops at the sight before my eyes. Me! Quite honestly I am used to not-so-pleasant pictures of myself being posted, but this one caught me by surprise. It is the picture of me that was taken years ago, getting out of the shower with the towel in front of my junk. Except, someone had Photoshopped out the towel and added some other dudes penis.

My temper begins to rise and I almost yell at her, "Take that down! Now!"

"Can't. I didn't post it. But see it has one thousand, seven hundred, sixteen favorites." I scowl at her in turn she smiles brilliantly, momentarily confusing me. She pets my shoulder while saying, "Creepy picture, I don't recommend Tumblr for children under the age of sixteen because this sight can go from puppies to porn in a millisecond flat." She glances up and grins, "Lax. It's not a big deal."

I shrug away from her while trying to suppress my temper and say flatly, "Whoever made that can suck my dick." Speaking of my dick, that is where I'd love to see Honor's sexy little mouth.

We pull up in a lot down the street from T.G.I. Friday's. There's a mall further down; a group of guys, including me went to check it out last time we were here in Orlando. I smirk at the memory as we walk inside. Honor and Rob (my bus driver) are accompanying me as we stand in the waiting area. The hostess, a woman in her late twenties, greets us. She's chubby and making googly eyes in our direction, "My name is Erin. Three of y'all?"

"Yes m'am," I say. She doesn't have an ugly face; she just dresses a little trashy. Her uniform clothes are absolutely too tight for her body shape.

"Actually," Rob chimes in, "These two will be by themselves... I'll be at the bar if you guys need me."

"Don't drink too much, bud." I tell Robert as he strolls on over to a woman dressed in emerald green.

"I wasn't planning on it bro." Before he walks away he pounds my fist and Honor throws him a knowing glance.

"Right this way," Erin looks back and winks.

Taking our seats, in the red and white booths Honor delves into the menu. Taking a sip of her iced tea the waitress previously brought, she decides on her meal.

"Appetizer?" Her face puckered at something behind me and then she returned to looking over the menu before placing it back in its spot on the edge of the table.

"Mmm, wait what?"

"Want an appetizer?" as I ask the hostess coyly strolls pass our table. I block Honor's view mocking her, as she yet again ignores me and continues to make disgusted faces at whatever has her attention.

"Randy, hold on. Is she giving me the look?" Honor looks at the podium at the entrance, behind our booth.

"She's probably trying to get my attention," I shrug spotting our waitress just as she arrives to take our orders. Honor gets the Jack Daniels burger with seasonal veggies instead of fries and I order a steak, nine ounce porterhouse with the veggies and a side of cinnamon apples.

"How narcissistic are you exactly?" Incredulity replaces the confusion on her face.

"It varies daily." I snicker at my response then ask, "So earlier when we were talking about your family...tell me about them."

"They're cool, I guess," she shrugs bringing her sandwich to her mouth and taking a huge bite "There isn't much for me to tell..."

"What do you mean there isn't much for you tell?" I take a bite of broccoli, and sip my glass of water then continue, "It isn't fair that you can look up my family history on Wikipedia and I don't know anything about you."

Honor stares at me as she thoughtfully chews her food, then says, "Well, I lived with my mom's side of the family most of my life… when I turned 16 my idiot dad tried to make amends for not being in my life. I found out I had an older brother named Dimitri and I moved up there for a year then back down to Florida to pursue wrestling. Here I am."

As we eat our food a comfortable silence forms, until the hostess decides to keep checking up on us to see how we are, her fascination with us keeping her glued to our section. The agitation on Honor's face increases as the woman politely badgers us.

"Excuse me... Your check." our host Erin, slips a piece of paper under Honor's coaster while Honor is distracted as she looks over the ticket folder.

"What did she sneak under your drink?"

Honor stares at me dumbfounded, eyes as wide as saucers. She picks the glass and coaster up then starts laughing darkly, "She gave me her number."

"No way!" I say snatching the folded paper from her and read it. Sure enough it had girly hearts and what not written on it; indeed she had been giving Honor 'the look'.