Crazy For This Girl By Amanda
	Title: Crazy For This Girl Author: Amanda Rating: NC-17 Content: f/f slash, sex Characters: Trish Stratus and Sara Calloway Spoilers: None Summary: Trish Stratus has searched for love in all the wrong places. What happens when she falls in love with an unlikely person? Can this person devote their life faithfully to her? Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned in this story. I don’t mean to imply anything about the characters either. I do own this story so please do not steal it. I don’t bite so if you wanna post this somewhere just ask me! Feedback is greatly appreciated. NOTE: The lyrics and the title were taken from the song by the same title by Evan and Jaron so check it out! Chapter One--- Trish’s POV She rolls the window down and she talks over the sound of the cars that pass us by and I dunno why but she’s changed my mind… No! Not again! This is NOT fair! How can they possibly play the one song that depresses me to my chocolate eating stage 8 times in the last 4 hours?!? HOW?!? Somehow they know about my hatred for that song and that’s why they play it! To annoy me! Its hard to believe I’ve been driving around this god forsaken place for four hours. Who knew there was that much to see in one small Tennessee town! I haven’t really seen much of anything. I’ve had a very bad week. My best friend married the man of her dreams 2 days ago. I was of course the maid of honor as I am at almost every wedding I go to. Why is it I'm never the bride no matter how many times I catch the bouquet? You’d think I, of all people, wouldn’t have problems finding someone to be with. I could have anybody I want, but the problem is that I have yet to meet somebody I can picture myself growing old with. Odd I know, but it’s the Trish way of life. I’ve tried my luck with men… but hey… they’re all just like my chocolate addiction… they head strait for my hips. Men are worthless, maybe that’s why I gave them up. My last boyfriend, a football player (need I say more?), tried to get me drunk and rape me but that didn’t happen. Here I am again dwelling on the past. I should learn to put things behind me and move on but that too is hard. My first relationship with another woman was better than any I’ve ever had with a man. My first lesbian lover happened to be Nora, known to you all as Molly Holly. We had to keep it a secret and it was very difficult. We hardly ever saw one another and when we did, we fought all the time. She was enlightening and I don’t hate her for leaving me. I know I’m needy and soft hearted and she wasn’t used to that. Most southerners from the U.S.A. don’t, no pun intended to my American fans! I lean forward and flip off the radio drowning out the song that so depresses me. The air is getting cooler as night approaches. The Tennessee nights are so beautiful. The sky turns all different shades of pink and purple and blue before it fades to blackness. It kinda reminds me of Jeff Hardy’s hair. I’m not too sure where exactly I am, but I know I’m near a city for I see the lights ahead of me. Hell Trish, might as well have a good time while you’re out, at least try and meet somebody halfway decent, perhaps someone who has all their front teeth intact. I know it’s wrong of me to stereotype the south, but what’s life if you cant have your own images? My black rental car proceeds into the lighted part of town with bars and stores and clubs to each side of the road. Cars are filling the parking lots to each small booming building. Time to get it together Trish. I pick a club at random and park my tiny car in front of it, praying it doesn’t get hit or stolen. I have a sudden feeling of nervousness as I take the keys from the ignition and drop them into my purse. I shove my purse under the front seat to prevent it from being stolen. I didn’t wanna hafta lug the thing around the club all night anyway. I step out of my vehicle pressing the power lock button and shutting the door once outside. I pull my shirt down, covering my stomach and adjust my black leather pants. I know, I look like a slut. My purple tank top is cut way too low in the neck and my pants are unbelievably tight, but hey… its how you get noticed. As I make my way toward the entrance a couple of drunken men stagger out door and collapse against an old battered Ford pickup. I snicker and continue inside, my gut trying to get my attention the whole time. I walked inside and saw people dancing, drinking, laughing, making out, the works! Something told me, deep down inside me, that my whole life was about to change. I ignored my instincts and proceeded inside. Stay smooth Trish, stay smooth. I found a place at the bar and looked the menu over that was hanging above the counter. Wow… who knew there were so many variety’s of alcohol?!? I didn’t see this many in those huge clubs in New York! Amazing. I wonder if any of these are illegal? Moonshine perhaps? I smile as a man clad in a white T-shirt and black dress pants asks for my order. I keep it simple only ordering a beer. Start out slow. You don’t wanna get plastered before 8 o’clock. After getting my drink I turn around on my stool turning my attention to the dance floor. So many people crowded into such a tiny space, its odd really. There’s plenty of room but yet everyone wants to be on the floor that changes colors! Well… now that you’ve managed to get inside, pour liver damaging alcohol into your system, and scan the room it’s time to find yourself a girl. I know… I talk to myself, but it’s not like you don’t do it either so back off! My eyes dart from one woman to the next searching to see if there is a husband or boyfriend nearby. Taken…. Taken… Ugly… Taken… Old… Toothless… Plastered… and then I saw her. In all of my 25 years I’ve never seen such an amazingly beautiful sight. On the other side of the room she stood against the bar with her elbow propped up on the counter. She had a long neck in her hand and her unentertained eyes watched the happy patrons dance the night away. Suddenly I pictured me standing beside her, growing old with her and before I even knew her name I knew that she was the one I was meant to devote my life to. She stood just over five feet tall with a slender waist and a perfectly proportioned body. Her eyes had an icy stare to them and her long blonde hair framed her young face superlatively. I had to have this girl. Suddenly her head turned in my direction and her eyes were locked with mine. She was enchanting. My heart skipped a beat when her pink lips contorted into a small inviting smile before she turned away and set her sights back to the dancing. My emotions ran wild (sorry to steal your catch phrase Hogan!) when my ears were filled with the song that only a little while ago depressed me… it no longer did. Would You Look at her she looks at me She’s got me thinking about her constantly But she don’t know how I feel As she carries own without a doubt I wonder if she’s figured out I’m crazy for this girl, Crazy for this girl. Chapter 2--- Trish’s POV (see part one for disclaimers and such.) Before I realized what was happening I was moving across the floor toward this earth-bound angel. I felt as though I were floating as I covered the space between us. I heard no voices, no music, just the sound of my heart beating in my ears. I saw no people except for the object of my interest. My heart leaped up in my throat as she smiled again at me as we finally met. “Hi, I’m Trish.” I said sitting on the bar stool beside her, still carrying my beer. “Sara. Nice to meet you Trish.” She replied, still wearing her graceful smile. Oh my god! Her voice was like that of a thousand Angels singing in unison. It was more beautiful than anyone could humanly imagine. She was even more captivating up close. Her tight black tanktop accented her chest and slender body. She wore tight jeans making her legs look so touchable. Her makeup was applied moderately making it obvious that she’d be beautiful with or without it. Okay so we’ve made the introduction, now what? “What are you looking for tonight?” Asked Sara, growing curious about me. She knew exactly why I was there, but refused to make this easy on me. She had no idea who I was or what I did for a living and that I was thankful for. Her green eyes stared past my outer shell and into my very being. She was searching me. She was interested in what I had to say. She held a certain mystery to me. Why would somebody this beautiful be in a rough neck club like this? But her question, what am I looking for tonight? I can’t tell her I’m looking for a nice lesbian to marry! So I’ll do the next logical thing… lie through my teeth. “Oh I’m just looking for a little fun ya know. A few beers, dancing, just wasting the night.” I replied. She cocked her head to the side and laughed softly. “C’mon now, I can see that’s not true. I can look into your eyes and see that.” I didn’t know if she noticed it or not but my cheeks turned a pale shade of red as my own embarrassment took over me. “Yeah, you’re right. I may be looking for more than that, a lot more than that.” I voiced, focusing my eyes on the floor. Obviously she was just as captivated with me as I was with her. She watched every move I made with an anxious expression. She brought her hand to my face and brushed my cheek with the back of her fingers and continued this motion for several minutes. I brought my chocolate eyes up to lock with her amazing green ones, losing myself deep within her spirit. I truly was captivated. I was drawn in and hooked and I was waiting to be gutted, for my heart to be broken like it usually was. “Maybe you’re looking for something too, Sara.” I placed my hand on top of hers saying her name with caution. She nodded and placed her other hand in my mass of blonde hair. “Maybe we’ve both been looking for something and thought we’d never find it.” She spoke softly. “Maybe we’ve found it.” I whispered. She smiled softly and gently pulled me closer. Her head tilted slightly and in slow motion our lips pressed gently together. I found myself in complete bliss. I’d only met this girl about 5 minutes ago and I’m already kissing her! Even more amazing than that is the fact that I’m hopelessly in love with this girl! I’m crazy for this girl! Her arms wrapped around my neck as my hands flew to her waist. I backed her against the wall and turned up the heat. The kiss had suddenly turned spicy and full of lusty passion. The beat of the music added to the sultry encounter. I felt in that one instant that my life was complete. I’d found my missing piece, my other half. I saw myself growing old with this woman. After several minutes our embrace broke due to lack of oxygen. We emerged breathing heavily. I leaned my head against her shoulder as I tried to regain my composure. Little to my knowledge at the time Sara was having a dilemma on the inside that was tearing her apart. Behind my back she slipped off her wedding band and stuck it into her pocket. She’d made her decision… or so she thought, but then again the night was still young. Things could still happen. “Lets go back to your place.” She whispered against my neck. I nodded taking her hand and leading her outside and into the parking lot where we jumped in my rental car and headed off toward my cheap hotel room. Grade A Tennessee quality hotel accommodations should make the evening a bit more original. Chapter 3—Trish’s POV (see part one for disclaimers and such.) The drive to my hotel seemed to drag by slowly no matter how hard I pressed my foot on the gas pedal. We used this time to our advantage though, getting to know one another before the inevitable. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, so tightly in fact that my knuckles turned white. “Loosen up Trish,” Sara said reaching a hand over to massage my shoulder. I momentarily removed my eyes from the deserted road to smile at the angel beside me. “So, why don’t you tell me something about you.” She added only a moment later, not bothering to remove her eyes from me. “Well,” I chewed on my bottom lip, realizing I was doing 70 in a 55 zone, “what do you wanna know?” “Who are you? What do you do for a living? Do you come into bars often and steal girls hearts?” Her fingertips brushed against my cheek. I laughed a little trying to mask my nervousness. “Well, my name is Trish…,” I froze. If I told her my real last name she’d recognize me from TV so I thought fast, “Benz,” I thanked God silently for the passing Mercedes, “and I work at the Mercedes company.” I finished breathing a sigh of relief that she hadnt caught onto me yet. “Nice, but you didn’t answer my last question.” She smiled tucking my hair behind my ear. “I’ve only been with one other woman before, and when I saw you I just--,” I couldn’t say the rest. How could I tell her that I knew we were meant for one another when I saw her. “You just what Trish?” She urged me to continue with her urgent yet beautiful eyes. “I just,” I sighed and smiled, “knew I loved you.” There I said it! I awaited my speech about how love at first sight doesn’t exist but it never came. Sara’s expression did somewhat tense but she remain composed. A few moments of silence seemed to make the air about us uncomfortable. “So Sara, what’s your story?” I asked glancing at her from the corner of my eye. “My story,” she sighed leaning her head back against the headrest as if she were deep in thought, “I’m Sara Ca--, Sara Ford and I just lost my job at the grocery store. And as a matter of fact, I think I’ve fallen in love with you at first sight too.” She finished just as the car slowed down in front of a red light. The blonde goddess leaned over, supporting my chin in her hand, and pressed her lips gently against mine. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and deepened the amazing encounter. She moaned into my mouth, her free hand resting on my inner thigh sending sparks through my body. “Fuck goin to your place, lets just pull the car over somewhere. I need you, now.” She whispered heatedly against my neck. I had to admit, I loved the way she thought. I couldn’t last long enough to drive another half hour just to get to my hotel room. The car would be just as comfortable. I nodded my consent as the light changed. I sped through the intersection and parked the car at a rest area just off the highway. I turned off the engine and looked over to Sara was already looking back at me. It was dark but the light of the moon illuminated her perfect features wonderfully. She smiled at me before climbing over the seat and plopping down in the back. “What are you doing?” I giggled as she grabbed my arm and pulled me back with her. I landed on top of her, nose to nose, lip to lip. She smiled before pressing her lips against mine as she laid me down on the seat. Her body crawled up mine, rubbing her hands up my hips and caressing my inner thighs. She had completely taken my heart, my soul, and now she’d proceeded to seduce me. Chapter 4 (for disclaimers and such see part one… Trish’s POV) My breathing increased as did my heart rate. She hadnt even removed any clothing and I was already dying inside for her. Her tongue ran across the visible part of my stomach, licking around my belly button as her hands sneaked up to massage my breasts through my shirt. I moaned and gripped the edge of the seat for dear life. She smiled as she snaked up to kiss my lips, taking her time to allow her sensuous tongue to explore me needy mouth. Our tongues did battle inside my mouth before moving to her territory where it was my time to explore. My hands gripped her ass as our lips parted. She sucked on my bottom lip before moving down to kiss my neck. “God Sara, I’ve needed somebody like you for a long time.” I drawled feeling the amazing acts of pleasure being dished out by this angel. Somehow our actions didn’t seem wrong or kinky or anything like that. They seemed angelic and innocent, like two lovers kissing for the first time. We were two lovers, and we were doing something together for the first time. The only thing that made the night odd was the fact that we’d known one another for about an hour and look how far we’ve come. I hardly know anything about this girl. I never asked her if she was a lesbian or if she had a girlfriend or even a wife. None of these things mattered to me though and obviously they didn’t matter to her as she straddled my body and pulled her tank top over her head. Her flowing blonde hair fell about her shoulders and her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra so my eyes were very pleased with her actions. “Sara you’re so beautiful.” I whispered running my hands up and down her smooth stomach. “So are you, Trish.” She paused before she said my name, almost as if she didn’t believe it was my real name. The feeling was quickly shaken as she reached down and helped me get rid of my shirt. It was tossed into the front seat with her own previously removed top. My bra left very little for the imagination as it was black and my breasts were almost too big for it. The blonde grinned as she leaned down and licked what parts of my breasts she could before reaching behind me and unlatching the pesky material. It too was discarded and tossed away. Her lips quickly closed around my left nipple sucking gently and running her tongue across the hard bud between her teeth. Sara’s every action was gentle and loving. She was never rough, she was never too hard on me. We weren’t having sex but making love instead. “Mmm Sara.” I moaned slipping my hand down the back of her tight blue jeans and playing with her thong. I couldn’t wait to have her, all of her. The younger Sara moved down my body licking and planting kisses wherever they fell. She reached the zipper to my pants and pulled it down with her teeth. This of course turned me on to no end. I could feel myself getting wet at the mere thought of what was to come later on. Before I realized what was happening my pants were removed along with my sandals and tossed into the front seat with the growing pile of clothing. My thong, black and matching my bra, seemed to light a fire under Sara. She looked at my body beneath hers and moaned. “God I want you Trish.” She said in a broken voice. It was pretty obvious that she was wet too. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her. “Then take me Sara.” I replied taunting her, almost begging her to make love to me. Sara smiled and seductively pulled the zipper down on her pants. She slowly slid them off revealing inch by painful inch of her sexy body. “Girl stop playin.” I growled. She giggled and tossed her pants away now clad in only her pink thong. I reached down and grabbed her, throwing her on the seat beneath me. I’d had enough playing. I’d fallen in love and I wanted to prove this to Sara Lexus. She smiled up at me as my lips fell upon hers. It was a heavenly meeting. I thanked God for sending this beauty to me. “I love you Sara.” I whispered against her flesh. “I,” Sara hesitated as if having second thoughts, “love you too Trish.” In an instant I had removed my tiny black thong and her pink one. There we were laying in the back seat, in the flesh, making love after meeting and falling in love about an hour or so ago. Amazing isn’t it? I think so. My hands caressed her inner thighs as my tongue licked the flesh around her wetness. It was obvious she’d been waiting for me. She moaned and squirmed beneath me. I could tell she’d never been with a woman before. She didn’t know what to expect so I went slow. I licked her wetness before finding her sensitive jewel. She cried out my name and gripped the car seat. It continued to lick this spot for I knew it would finish her off faster than anything. I nibbled here again eliciting a scream and even more fidgeting from beneath me. “Oh my God Trish.” She panted over and over as I continued to work my magic on her body. I entered her with my tongue, licking her inner walls. This went on for around ten minutes before she finally couldn’t take another second of it. Honestly she lasted longer than I thought she would. “Trish, I’m cumming.” She shouted just before a flood of moisture graced my tongue. I lapped up her juices and moved back up her body to kiss her lips. I knew she could taste herself in my mouth for she confined her tongue to her own mouth. “My turn.” She grumbled shoving me gently backward to lean against the passenger side door. True, I was still turned on to no end but I didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t sure about. She quickly proved me wrong as a slender finger entered my tightness. “Mmm Sara.” I moaned leaning my head back against the cool glass. “Ya like that Trish?” She asked as yet another finger entered me. I gasped but nodded awaiting a third and a fourth. She finger fucked me for around 4 minutes before I came. I climaxed violently, my entire body shaking. I was somewhat embarrassed that I couldn’t hold out longer but the way Sara did things, the way she looked at me as she did it… it was altogether too much. I laid back on the seat breathing heavily. Sara collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. I reached down to the floor and grabbed a blanket that I usually carried with me for emergency’s and threw it over our nude body’s. “Thank you Trish.” Came that angelic voice of Sara. “Thank you Sara.” I replied running my fingers through her silky hair. “I love you Trish.” She whispered as the sweet essence of slumber took her away into dreamland. “I love you too Sara.” I replied. I didn’t sleep much that night. I stayed awake until around 3 AM watching her sleep so peacefully. She was truly and earth bound angel. Her wings must have been broken preventing her from ascending back into the heavens. She was my angel. I’m crazy for this girl. My thoughts finally put my troubled mind at ease and I too drifted away. She was the one to hold me The night the sky fell down And what was I thinking when The world didn’t end Why didn’t I know what I know now? Chapter 5 (Trish’s POV. For disclaimers and such see chappy 1) Morning came and for me it came all too soon. I groaned as my eyelids flicked open. I squinted as the sun shone brightly through the car windows and into my glassy eyes. My body ached from sleeping on the lumpy seat but that was not the only pain I was to encounter. I looked around recalling the events of last night. My eyes scanned around me only to see that the angel that had stole my heart had also disappeared. Her clothes, her shoes, and her gracious body was gone leaving me alone and scared. My body was completely nude save the blanket thrown loosely over my body. I sat up holding the blanket over my bare chest. There were no other cars at the rest stop and no sign on the blonde goddess anywhere. Had she left me? How could the things we experienced last night be so unimportant to her? I know that what I felt when I saw her, and that amazing feeling was none other than love. What am I to do now? I’m sitting naked and alone in the backseat of my car at a rest stop in Tennessee feeling used and confused. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and drip onto my chest. I stayed that way, crying and pathetic for what seemed like hours when in fact it was only about twenty minutes. Finally I moved, grabbing my clothes from the front seat and slipping them on, which wasn’t an easy task to perform in the cramped backseat of a compact car despite the fact that my muscles were killing me… as well as my heart. I have so many different thoughts running through my head that I can’t decide which one to focus on. I climb back over the seats, plopping down in the drivers seat. I turned the key and the car sprang to life and with it came the radio. I felt like smashing my head through the windshield when my ears picked up the familiar sound of the song that so touched my emotions. Would you look at her As she looks at me She’s got me thinkin about her constantly But she don’t know how I feel And as she carries on without a doubt I wonder if she’ll figure out I’m Crazy For This Girl Yeah I’m crazy for this girl Chapter 6—(SARA’S POV see part one for disclaimer) Have I done the right thing? No I havent. How could I leave Trish there alone like that? What’s she gonna think when she wakes up? She’s probably awake by now. I glanced down at my watch wishing I’d have stayed there with Trish in the car wrapped up in her arms. We had an amazing night. I know I felt something with her, something I havent felt in years. Did I do the right thing by leaving? Yes… yes I did. I’m married. I’ve been married for 5 years. I’m married to Mark Calloway. I’m happily married… right? Of course I am… I’m happy. That’s exactly why I’m sitting in my million dollar estate… alone. Mark says he cant make it home for a few more days. He always does this… he takes off and then when he does come back we fuck and then he heads out for the next city… of course I’m not happy! I should’ve stayed with Trish. She made me feel so special last night. She was so fragile, and that made me feel so in charge. Mark is always in charge. I reach my hand deep into the pocket of my jeans and pull out my wedding band. I played with it for a moment, staring in to my reflection in the gold luster. I looked past my hand to the clock on the wall. 11 AM. I wonder where Trish is and if she’s okay. I wonder where Mark is and if he’s coming home soon. What else can I do besides wait this thing out? I grab the remote control from the coffee table and flip the oversized tv on. I subconsciously flipped through each channel until I reached mtv where the song I heard made my blood run cold and tears come to my already droopy eyes. Right now Face to face All my fears Pushed Aside Right Now Ready to spend the rest of my life With you The song that played when she’d first met Trish sounded throughout the Calloway mansion. I made a mental promise to find this Trish that I loved so dearly and to make things right.. even if it cost me my marriage. Chapter 7 (TRISH’S POV) I’ve been driving around this god forsaken town for almost three hours. Traffic is miniscule and so are the people. I think I saw maybe 5 cars since I left the rest stop. I really have no idea where I’m going. I’m just driving. I really have no place in the world. I thought I’d found my place with Sara but obviously she didn’t think the same. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna give up this girl so easily. I’m not just going to go away… I’m gonna find her. She said she just got fired from a grocery store or something. How many grocery stores can a little town like this have? Two or three? I pulled over at a gas station that looked as though it were built in the 50’s. The pumps were so old I would be surprised if they actually worked. I brought my car to a stop beside a phone booth, rolling down my window and snatching the phone book. I flipped through until I found the towns name and scanned for grocery stores. I saw four… okay so I was off… I said three. The good news was that they were all on the same street. Good for me! I kicked the car into first gear and lit out of the parking lot like a bat outta hell. I completely forgot to put the phone book back. I realized that when I shifted into second gear and the book slid from the passenger seat and fell open onto the floor. I smiled as my new found determination kicked in sending me on the search for my love of a lifetime. I parked the car in front of Washington Plaza which contained the local K-mart, Bi-Lo groceries, Boot and Shoe store, Fishing Supplies, Stay-Lo groceries, and Bi-Rite. Can these people not spell? I allowed my eyes to scan the busy parking lot first. I didn’t see any sign of Sara, but then again I should’ve known better; she’s fired. I exited my car making a beeline for the entrance to the Bi-Lo grocery store. I had to pray that no one recognized me from TV. If so my whole mission could be in jeapardy. “Hey! Aren’t you Trish Stratus?!?” Damn. I cursed mentally and turned around to not a stranger but a co-worker. “Damn you Mark, don’t scare me like that. I thought you were a crazed fan!” I smacked him on the arm playfully. He laughed and looked past me at the store. “So what brings you into town?” He asked crossing his arms over his denim clad chest. “Ohh I’m just,” I paused… should I tell him… maybe he could help, “looking for somebody.” “Oh? Who?” He inquired straitening his bandana. “This girl I met in a bar last night,” I paused as my cheeks flushed bright pink; Mark knew what I meant and raised an eyebrow with a smug grin gracing his lips, “She’s really great and she ran off and I gotta find her.” “What’s her name? I might know her. It’s hard not to know everybody in this little town. I’ve lived here for about 20 years.” The bright sun beamed down on him causing a light layer of perspiration to fight it’s way to the surface of his skin. “Her name’s Sara Ford, and I wasn’t completely honest… I told her my name is Trish Benz.” I laughed nervously running my fingers through my blonde locks. “That name doesn’t ring a bell, you might try asking my wife though. She’s around here all day. She might know her.” He suggested. “Yeah, she wouldn’t mind my visiting?” I asked. The last thing I wanted to do was cause problems for Mark and his wife. “Nah, don’t worry. If you want to follow me to my house you two can talk. I don’t think you’ve ever met, have you?” He asked turning and heading toward his Chevrolet. “No, I don’t believe we have. But listen I’ll follow you and I’ll see you there.” I said upon reaching my car. “Okay, see ya Trish!” He called. I got back in my car with newfound hope in my heart and a familiar song in my head… Would you look at her As she looks at me She’s got me thinkin about her constantly But she don’t know how I feel And as she carries on without a doubt I wonder if she’ll figure out I’m Crazy For This Girl Yeah I’m crazy for this girl Chapter 8 (Trish’s POV) How does he stand living all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. It took us almost an hour to drive all the way back here from town! Mark has always liked seclusion. That’s one thing I’ve learned about him since I came into the business. He has an amazing mansion! He’s got dogs everywhere and a huge pool in the backyard. It’s a massive house. I would almost bet you could house half of the population of America comfortably in that house! He parked his silver truck in front of the gigantic garage with me behind him. I got out still in awe. I strained my neck to look all the way up and down the house. “Wow, this is a beautiful place.” I commented putting my hands on my hips and following Mark to the door. “It’s the wifes house. I personally hate it but she insisted that we get a mansion after the money started coming in so here I am.” He sighed as we ascended the stairs leading to his front porch. “Your wife has good taste.” I chuckled as he opened the front door and walked inside. “Honey, I’m home and I brought a visitor!” He called, his voice reverberating throughout the massive room. I scanned the walls at the various photo’s, most of them being of Mark’s various accomplishments in wrestling. Directly in front of us lay a massive staircase which lead to the second floor which I imagined was just as elegant. “I’m coming!” Came a womans voice from somewhere in another room. That voice suddenly struck me as familiar. I’d heard that voice before, but I couldn’t quite place it. I assumed Mark had married some equally famous woman from some other sport or from tv… or perhaps a supermodel. Still that voice repeated itself in my head. Where had I heard that voice? “She always takes forever getting to the task at hand.” Mark laughed softly walking over and flipping a radio on and turning the volume down so low that the voices playing over it were barely audible. “This is The Duke at 101.5, your station for today’s hits! And here’s a new one from Madonna…” Came the deep male voice. “They don’t play nothin but shit over this damn thing.” Mark cursed turning back to look at me. I guess he knew that something was tearing at me emotions terribly. He walked over and patted me on the back. “It’s gonna be okay Trish, Sara will find your friend.” He voiced with obviously fake sincerity. I looked up into his face upon hearing the name that belonged to the woman I’d fallen so dangerously in love with. I opened my mouth to speak but my lungs stopped functioning properly. My lips formed words but I didn’t have a voice. “Sorry it took me so--- long.” Sara stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing me. Her hands gripped the doorway and her eyes grew wide. “Trish?” She spoke my name softly almost as if she were afraid she’d scare me off. “Sara.” I voiced. Chapter 9 (SARA’S POV) 5 hours later… “Soo Sara, what do you wanna do tonight?” Mark asked nipping at my neck as I sat staring blankly into a magazine. He’d come home early to surprise me with wine and a porno flick… very romantic… intended sarcasm. Honestly I didn’t want to do anything tonight besides cry over what I’d lost. “I dunno Mark, I’m not feeling well.” I said shifting in my seat so he couldn’t get to me as easy. He grunted and scooted closer wrapping his arm around my waist and enclosing my lips in his own. I fought him off quickly. “Mark, did you not just hear me say I don’t feel well?” I asked rather scornfully looking at him with angry eyes. “Well what the hell is wrong with you then?” He asked scooting back to his side of the couch and flipping the tv on. It was past 10 pm and all that was on was steamy kinky porn movies and I most definitely didn’t need to watch this. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that Trish had given me only hours ago. Did I make a mistake by letting her go? Would she still be waiting for me? I prayed that she would be because right then I decided what I wanted. Before Mark even had time to ask me what was going on I tossed my magazine aside and bolted for the door grabbing my keys from the table inside the foyer. With paper in hand I knew my destiny and that was to be with the one who could love me with a love so pure and sweet that you couldn’t imagine it… only experience it. Soon I was speeding toward her hotel as fast as my truck would take me. Chapter 10 (Trish’s POV) I’m about to give up. Its going on eleven o’clock and she hasn’t so much as called let alone show up. I’ve got to be in another unknown city for an unknown gig so I’ll be needing whatever sleep I can get. I don’t think I can even entertain the thought of sleep right now. I have too much playing in my mind right now to even lay down. Still I peel my shirt off and toss it on the floor. I replace it with a lacy black tank top. I really didn’t care what I slept in as long as it was comfortable. When you’re a wwe diva you don’t own a lot of comfortable clothing so you just hafta go with what you have. I replace my jeans with a matching pair of very short shorts. I sat down on the edge of the bed just remembering the last day in my mind. Last night I met the love of my life and had sex with her in the back of my car, she leaves me, she’s married, and I’m alone. It just doesn’t make sense but then again what ever does. One thing I’ve learned over my life is that very few things actually make sense. I flipped off the bedside lamp and lay down in the hard lumpy bed pulling the blanket up over my scantily clad body. I feel so useless, so used, so crazy, so.. soo--- My thoughts are interrupted by a gentle knock at the door. I hesitate a moment before getting out of bed. Who could this be? It could be Sara but she’s the last person I expect to see, not after what she said to me. She doesn’t love me. It’s time to accept that. I flipped the lamp back on and made my way to the door unlocking it and opening it slowly. To my surprise an angel had been knocking on my door. Her eyes were wet with tears and in her hand she held the tiny piece of paper that had this address written on it. She looked up and locked her eyes with mine. “I think we need to talk.” She said, her glimmering eyes melting my heart. I nodded and stepped back allowing her entry not only into my room but into my heart as well. The door closed behind us with a click. Sara sat down on the edge of my bed and looked to me. “I wanna be with you. I wanna leave this place and be with you. I love you Trish, please believe me.” She said her bottom lip quivering as tears came to her eyes once again. “Are you sure Sara? I know I love you, and I know I wanna be with you. I can take care of you.” I voiced moving to sit down beside of her. She looked up and our eyes locked. “I hope so, because I’m here to stay Trish.” A small smile graced my lovers lips as they grew closer to mine. In that one instant our lips had locked and our hearts had melted together into one. I knew she was back and I knew she was mine for good. I wrapped my arms around her waist and fell back on the bed bringing her with me. She laid beside of me, her head resting on my chest. I held her as tightly as possible without hurting her. “I love you Trish Stratus.” She smiled. “I love you too Sara.” I replied bringing her up for another kiss… a familiar song playing through my head. Would you look at her As she looks at me She’s got me thinkin about her constantly But she don’t know how I feel And as she carries on without a doubt I wonder if she’ll figure out I’m Crazy For This Girl Yeah I’m crazy for this girl THE END