Prohibited

Chapter 3

Stacy ran her fingers through her hair massaging her sweetly scented shampoo into her scalp. The water cascaded down her slender body like rain drops. She ran her hands over her slick curves smoothly cleansing her skin. The hot steam from the locker room shower filled the entire room. When she was finished she turned the shower knob and the water came to a stop. Stacy ran her small fingers over her face and then through her hair ringing some of the excess water out. She grabbed a towel damping her hair with it. She then wrapped the towel around her body and walked over to the mirror.

Stacy ran her hands through her hair a few more times in an attempt to untangle it. She examined her reflection carefully. She jumped back a bit startled when she seen Randy Orton in the mirror approaching from behind her. She looked into his blue eyes through the mirror and they were locked with hers. She knew this wasn't a dream or some erotic fantasy, he was really there and that made her even more nervous. He really was captivating. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black dress pants. She stood before him uncomfortably in nothing but a towel. Randy licked his lips as his eyes traveled Stacy's wet body hungrily. She turned to face him abruptly. Nervousness crept over her, but oddly seeing him was a rush. Probably because she didn't know what to expect or if she'd be able to control herself while being around him.

"W-what are you doing here? These are the Divas showers." Stacy stuttered walking passed him. Randy could only smile. He loved playing this game, it was almost like cat and mouse. She turned to face him once again.

"I figured after the way you teased me, I owe you one." Randy replied moving closer to her. "I mean, it's only fair right?" He grinned continuing to move in on her until she was backed up against the wall.

"That's ok." Stacy uttered. She wasn't sure if she wanted this or not. She knew all the things that were said about Randy. What if he was just using her for sex? Another woman to add to his list.

"I insist." Randy smirked running his hand up her damp arm. She closed her eyes tightly and then reopened them trying to fight the intoxicating feeling. She tried to convince herself she would be using him too.

"Anyone can walk in." Stacy replied using any excuse she could think of. Randy grabbed her wrist tightly.

"I locked the door." Randy challenged with a cocky smile.

"Ouch, your hurting me!" Stacy yelped. Randy loosened his grip but took a hold of her other arm. He brought her arms over her head pinning her against the wall. Now he had compete control, as if he hadn't before. The towel clung loosely to her body.

"Better?" Randy grinned closely. He was getting tired of all this stalling. Why didn't she just give in? They both knew eventually she would anyway. He brought his lips to her neck and began to kiss and suck hungrily. Stacy's eyes fluttered shut and she let out a shallow breath allowing herself to enjoy the amazing feeling. He was the first man to make her feel so many different sensations, and this was just from a kiss.

"Randy." Stacy sighed. Randy removed his face from her neck to look at her. "Why me? I'm sure there are plenty of other girls you could have had your way with by now." She reasoned.

"Who says I haven't been sleeping with other women?" Randy grinned. Stacy gave him a dirty look. Although it was true, Randy could have had a hundred women on the side and Stacy would never know it.

"If that was supposed to be a turn on..." Stacy began cocking an eyebrow.

"Because your the one I chose." Randy shrugged simply in a serious tone. He devoured her lips not giving her a chance to respond. He still held her hands firmly above her head as he returned his luscious mouth to her tender neck. She could feel her towel slipping and it was only a matter of time before it fell completely off of her body. She worked one of her arms free and began kissing his neck. She then began to nibble and lick his ear playfully. She knew this drove most men wild and Randy seemed to be liking it. Randy clasped a hold of her other arm pinning her once again.

He captured her lips into a heated kiss and she let out a moan. She kissed him back with equal passion, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. Her towel which had slowly been slipping from her body, finally fell to the floor. He pulled away breaking the kiss and releasing her arms. He scanned her glistening body with his piercing eyes and she looked absolutely flawless. Stacy felt at her most vulnerable, regardless of how many times she had been told she looked incredible. She didn't usually do things like this and it's not like she would let just anyone see her like this. The cold air hit her body and she soon has goose bumps. The towel had only fallen a few seconds ago and she already felt cold.

"You are amazing." Randy remarked. Stacy sighed feeling a little more comfortable and less uneasy. He probably said things like this to a lot of girls but she couldn't help but blush. He put his hand on her shoulder gliding it down her neckline, over her subtle breast and then over her stomach. She instantly began to shiver from the slightest touch. He licked between her breast and traveled down her stomach with his hot tongue. He swirled his tongue around her navel then worked his way back up. When he was face to face with her once again, Stacy was flushed with desire. She didn't care about getting too involved or hurt anymore. Stacy lustfully ripped Randy's shirt off. The buttons went flying all over the floor exposing Randy's muscular chest. She shot her tongue into his mouth kissing him urgently. She placed kisses on his neck pushing his shirt down his arms and off of his body. His shirt hit the wet floor while she kissed his chest. His hot body was the only thing keeping her warm.

Randy smashed his lips on top of hers and she let out a moan as he lifted her up by the cheeks of her ass. She wrapped her wet legs around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall. She slipped her hand into his pants rubbing his manhood and he quickly moaned in approval against her lips. Randy began to unbuckle his pants while Stacy's mind slowly began to take over. Why did she have to start thinking now of all times? What was she doing? This was wrong. She shouldn't be doing this. Stacy untangled her legs from Randy's waist and shoved him away.

"I can't do this!" Stacy protested grabbing her towel from the floor and wrapping it around her naked body.

"Why not?" Randy cried in frustration with a confused look. She really was a tease. Stacy hastily made her way towards the door avoiding eye contact.

"Randy, were not even together!" Stacy exclaimed.

"So...we can be friends with benefits." Randy reasoned grinning.

"That's really not a good idea, because I don't fuck my friends." Stacy answered pointedly. "...and since when are we friends anyway?" She asked.

"Ok, then we can just have benefits." Randy smirked.

"I don't think so." Stacy shook her head. The idea of possibly developing feelings for Randy and wanting more than just good sex was so not worth it. It was bad enough she could already feel herself falling for him a little too fast.

"We've already gone this far, why stop now?" Randy reasoned moving closer. If they didn't stop now, this whole situation had the potential to break her and somehow she knew it. She wouldn't tell him that though.

"I told you, I'm a good girl." Stacy smirked. Randy gave her a look.

"Are you sure your not just scared?" Randy asked with a challenging grin. The truth was, yes, she was scared. She was scared of how he could possibly make her feel, she was scared of letting herself get hurt again. She was scared.

"Sorry Randy, I just don't do this kind of thing. It's bad enough it's gone this far." Stacy answered walking away and exiting the locker room. Randy licked his lips watching her hips sway as she left.

"It'll only go further." Randy promised out loud to himself with a wicked grin. He knew Stacy would eventually give in.

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Lita jumped back slightly surprised when two masculine hands covered her eyes.

"Guess who?" A voice with a familiar southern accent asked from behind her.

"Matt!" Lita smiled as she turned around and hugged him.

"Are you surprised?" Matt asked with a grin.

"Yeah! Are you back for good? Your healed up and everything?" Lita questioned happily. She hadn't gotten to smile much lately, unless of coarse she was beating on Trish.

"Not exactly. I haven't been cleared to wrestle yet, but I figured with that monster Kane out on injury it'd be the perfect time to visit. Maybe we can even spend some alone time together." He suggested with a smile.

"That sounds great." Lita smiled placing her bag in her locker.

"Are you ok after everything that happened? I mean with losing the baby. I know how hard that must have been." Matt asked sensitively in a sympathetic tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but to be honest I really don't want to talk about that." Lita replied.

"So, now all that ties you to Kane is this marriage." Matt offered. Lita looked away, she really didn't want to deal with this right now. "Don't worry, because we're going to figure out a way for us to be together and for him to be completely out of your life." He promised pulling her into a kiss. She almost felt like she was cheating on Kane, she was married after all. He pulled away slipping the wedding band off of her finger. He placed the ring on the shelf in her locker and they shared a smile. Lita still felt this strange uneasiness.

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Stacy walked down the hall in a short mini skirt. She had just blown her hair dry and she looked great. She was still thinking about what had happened between her and Randy. She could feel herself falling for him faster than she would like the admit and the crazy part was she didn't even know why. It was something she was losing control of. When most women think of love it's all about simple small things, and sweet romantic gestures. It's not like Randy had tried to sweep her off her feet but he still had a hold on her somehow. These feelings were so hard to understand. Was it just passion and lust? If they slept together would she have whatever it is out of her system and be able to move on? Was it just morbid curiosity? She didn't know why she couldn't keep herself away from him and she felt like it was killing her. She didn't like this feeling. If this situation was already driving her crazy, then intimacy would just make things further complicated.

It should be easy to tell him to stay away from her and to leave her alone, but it wasn't. Stacy spotted Trish with Maria and rolled her eyes. Trish had to be the last person she felt like dealing with, other than Randy of coarse.

"And they call me a slut?" Trish cackled as Maria smiled. Stacy just kept walking trying to act uneffected. She didn't know where that had come from but she wasn't about to get into another verbal war with Trish. Perhaps Randy had been bragging to everyone this whole time and Stacy had been clueless of it. Lita came walking up the hall with a smile and Stacy smiled back at her, it was nice to see her happy.

"Guess what?" Lita asked happily as she approached the long-legged blonde.

"What?" Stacy inquired.

"Matt came to visit me today. Were gonna be hanging out later." Lita smiled. "Oh my god!" She gasped wide-eyed in horror.

"What?" Stacy exclaimed in concern.

"Where did that come from?" Lita asked pointing to Stacy's neck. Stacy touched her neck with a serious expression. She had no idea what Lita was talking about. She ran passed Lita to the Divas locker room. Lita followed closely behind her.

Stacy ran to the mirror that hung on the wall in the locker room. She grabbed her neck with a gasp. There was a large, very noticeable hickey on her neck. How had she not noticed that when she was getting dressed?

"So, who's it from?" Lita asked sounding very interested and intrigued. Stacy removed her hand to examine her neck. She had always thought hickey's looked gross. She usually didn't let guys give them to her. That very moment Molly walked passed them and gave Stacy a look of disapproval obviously noticing the hickey. Stacy rolled her eyes, the last thing she needed right now was Molly's judgement. Not everyone could be wholesome, pure, and perfect like her.

"Help me hide it!" Stacy insisted urgently as panic spread across her face.

"Hey Molly, do you have a scarf or anything?" Lita asked. Stacy winced. Why the hell did Lita have to ask her? That wasn't helping! Molly gave Lita and Stacy a disgusted look. She pulled a scarf out of her bag and hand it to them. Stacy was a bit surprised little Miss Holier Than Thou was even willing to help.

"Keep it. God only knows what you'll do with it." Molly rolled her eyes turning and leaving the locker room.

"Why did you have to ask her?" Stacy sighed.

"Who cares? It's just Molly." Lita reasoned placing the scarf around her neck. Yeah, just Molly, the one who had warned here to stay away from Randy in the first place. By the look on Molly's face, it was like she could tell it was from him, and then the way she shook her head at Stacy. What did Stacy have to be ashamed of?

"This doesn't look right. I don't even wear scarves." Stacy complained. "I'll just have to use make-up." She added pulling the scarf from her neck.

"Who did you get the hickey from?" Lita repeated.

"Nobody." Stacy replied annoyed. She could only imagine Lita's face if she knew.

"You obviously got it from somebody." Lita stated.

"That's none of your business." Stacy snapped.

"I thought we were friends." Lita reminded.

"We are." Stacy sighed.

"So, you know you can tell me anything right?" Lita asked raising an eyebrow. "It's not like I'm gonna tell anybody." She added.

"I'm just embarrassed. It was some random guy. I can't remember his name. It happened at a night club." Stacy lied. She had been afraid of Randy making her look like a slut and here she was telling her close friend she had been given a hickey by some stranger she couldn't even remember the name of? Why had she lied? If Randy was bragging about how far he had gotten with Stacy then it would eventually get back to Lita. Then Lita would be mad at her for lying, and rightfully so.

"Oh...well maybe the guy was trying to mark his territory." Lita joked with a laugh. Stacy laughed with her as she retrieved some make-up for her neck. She had never thought of that. Had Randy purposely left a hickey on her neck?

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Randy threw his duffel bag on the floor of his hotel room. He took off his shoes and went into the bathroom. He smirked at his handsome reflection as he grabbed a toothbrush. He really was good looking. He was in the middle of brushing his teeth when there was a knock on the door. He finished up and there was a second knock. Randy made his way to the door and answered it. Stacy stood before him and angrily walked in, right passed him. Randy shrugged and shut the door turning to her with a smirk. Stacy fidgeted in her spot still giving him a hostile glare. She knew she shouldn't have come there but it was impossible to fight. She tried to convince herself that she was going to bitch him out for making her look like a whore and then leave. She was just there to confront him. She knew there was more to it than that although she would never admit it. She wanted to see him. She just couldn't stop herself.

"Is there a reason why your here?" Randy asked walking further into the room until he was standing right in front of her. "Not that I mind of coarse." He added with a grin.

"Are you trying to make me look like some sort of slut?!" Stacy accused pointing to her neck. Randy glanced at the medium-size hickey carelessly. It wasn't as noticeable as it had been earlier but you could still see it. Why was she freaking out? He had seen and done much worse.

"It'll be gone in a few days." Randy shrugged nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter! I'm the one who has to walk around looking like a whore because you felt the need to mark your territory." Stacy snapped.

"Mark my territory" Randy literally laughed. "I wasn't 'marking my territory' and I'm not trying to make you look like a slut. I haven't told anyone anything, I don't want anyone to know about this either." he explained.

"Why? Your not the one who's reputation would be trashed." Stacy retaliated crossing her arms.

"Because I prefer to keep things private." Randy shrugged simply.

"I think you did it on purpose!" Stacy insisted angrily. She should have just dropped it and left. why further embarrass herself? Randy had just basically said to her face that he wouldn't even want anyone to know he had ever touched her. "If anyone knew about what happened, your reputation would soar." She snapped.

"I told you, I don't want anyone to know either. My rep is just fine. I don't need to tell anyone about the sluts I mess around with to boost it." Randy grinned slipping a finger through her hair. She glared at him completely enraged. He had just called her a slut!

"You asshole!" Stacy snapped angrily slapping him across the face as hard as she could. Randy put an arrogant hand to his cheek in shock. That had actually stung. Before Stacy could storm out, Randy angrily pushed her and she fell back on the bed. He hadn't pushed her hard but it was enough to send her petite body flying. She stared at him wide-eyed. She jumped up from the bed infuriated. How dare he push her? She slapped him once again just as hard.

He grabbed her head and crushed her lips with his pulling her into an intense kiss. All this tension was making things hot. Stacy couldn't resist. She threw her arms around him returning the passion. Randy grabbed the back of her thighs lifting her up and bringing her to the bed. He climbed on top of her never breaking the kiss. She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth and he rested his hand on her hip. Her hands went from his shoulders, roaming down his muscular arms, and gliding over his muscular chest. She pulled up his shirt and he helped her pull it the rest of the way off. Randy moved his lips down to her neck kissing all the right places further stimulating her body the was already aching for him.

He slipped his hand up her shirt and over her bra clad breast causing her to arch her back. Her nipple quickly hardened at the slightest touch. She pulled her shirt off and grabbed his head capturing his lips into an urgent kiss. She nibbled on his succulent lips as she sucked on his tongue, and played around with his hot mouth. He was such a good kisser. He must have had tons of practice. She began kissing his toned chest and his hands traveled up her short skirt firmly gripping her ass. She unbuckled his belt swiftly pulling it off and tossing it to the floor. Stacy stared at him lustfully. She was too deep into the moment to think straight. She didn't even want to think right now. She just wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

Randy tore her Jean mini skirt off literally ripping the fabric and pulling it from her body. He even looked incredibly sexy when he did it, giving her a look only he could give. He began kissing her again massaging his tongue with hers. He masterly unhooked her bra with one hand and tossed it to the floor. He began kissing her subtle breast taking a nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue as he gently squeezed the other with his hand. Stacy gasped arching her back. He turned his attention to her other breast softly biting and teasing. He left a trail of kisses as he worked his way down her stomach pulling her panties off with his hand. He tossed her thong to the floor. Now Stacy laid before him naked at her most vulnerable yet at the same time strangely comfortable.

She couldn't remember ever wanting someone this much. Randy kissed her knee with the most sultry look. He slid his hand down her thighs slowly lowering his head between her legs.

"Oh my god" Stacy gasped sinking her nails into the blanket when he slipped his tongue inside of her. She couldn't believe he was doing this. She would have never imagined Randy to be the type of man to focus so much on his partner's pleasure. She expected him to take what he wanted and not too focus so much on her needs. He was making her crazy. He pushed his tongue deep into her core swirling it around. He worked his tongue fast like a tornado. Stacy let out a cry as he continued to work his tongue pushing it in and out. He moved his tongue over her clit and up and down pushing it as deep as he could hitting all the right spots. She clutched the blanket with her nails and let out a pleasure filled gasp. He returned to her upper body once he was sure she had orgasmed.

Stacy gasped as Randy placed hot kisses on her neck. She slipped his hands in his pants and began rubbing his manhood. He was definitely hard and a pretty decent size too which made Stacy even more intrigued. Randy let out a muffled moan pulling away from her. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, as she watched him with desire filled eyes. He pulled his pants down along with his boxers to just above his knees. Stacy licked her lips while she watched him hungrily.

She pulled him into a heated kiss searching his entire mouth with her tongue. His manhood slid up against the slit of her center and she let out an urgent moan that sounded more like and animalistic growl. She wanted him so badly. Randy slightly lifted her hip and finally slipped his way inside of her. She clutched is back at the incredible feeling digging her nails into his soft flesh. He dexterously began pumping. Each thrust he went deeper and harder. Stacy dug her nails into his back leaving a trail of claw marks.

He knew exactly what he was doing and worked every movement with such skill. It was like he was an expert and had done it a billion times. There was a difference between doing it and knowing how to do it right and Randy knew just how to do it. Stacy's walls contracted and tightened milking him for all he had. When he knew he release was approaching he began grinding down and pushed into her core even harder and faster, but not enough to hurt her. Her gasps for air became more urgent and needy. She let out a scream as she scratched his back and called out his name after his final thrust. Randy moaned breathing heavily as sweat drenched both of their bodies and they both released.

"Randy" Stacy moaned.

Stacy cried out with desire, she didn't think she had ever been so loud. Randy collapsed on top of her and she held him tightly. When they both caught their breath Randy pulled out and slipped away from her embrace. He gave her a cocky smirk he was surprised he hadn't broken her back. He pulled his pants up and buttoned them. Stacy sat up pulling the covers over her naked body a bit surprised. He wasn't going to hold her or cuddle with her? Or, at least spend the rest of the night with her?

"What?" Randy asked when he noticed her staring at him.

"Nothing." Stacy uttered beginning to feel like shit. Randy rolled his eyes. He could tell he had somehow hurt her feelings and although he didn't really care, he also didn't feel like dealing with it.

"You can go now. It was good ok? Definitely worth the wait." Randy smiled touching her cheek. "I'm just not into that whole looking deeply into each other's eyes and cuddling type of thing." he shrugged. Stacy frowned. She hadn't even made him wait that long. He had pretty much just told her to leave. She could feel tears stinging her eyes, but she wouldn't cry in front of him. Stacy shook her head. He was probably used to girls giving it to him easily and now she was no different.

"Just don't tell anybody about this." Stacy muttered getting off of the bed and beginning to put her clothes on.

"It'll be our little secret." Randy grinned. He had gotten what he wanted and now she had to go and be ashamed of herself. Randy grabbed her arm after she was done getting dressed. "Hey, don't look so sad. We both know this isn't over." He added with a conceited smile. She couldn't believe he actually thought he would get into her pants again. He placed a small kiss on her lips and then another. She couldn't help but slightly smile and it made her sick. He had just fucked her and told her to get out of his room, and she still couldn't fight these feelings?

"Goodnight." Stacy replied as she made her way toward the door.

"I'll see you around." Randy grinned.

"Only in your dreams." Stacy answered with a smirk as she shut the door behind her.

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Stacy walked down the hall of the hotel pulling her jacket tighter to her body as she made her way to her hotel room. She felt ashamed and used. It's not like Randy had ever promised her anything. She knew how this would turn out from the beginning she just didn't expect him to be so cold. She was a woman and she had needs just like he did and there was no reason to feel ashamed because it's not like she did this sort of thing regularly, so why did she feel like shit? It's not like she hadn't enjoyed it. She really enjoyed it, at least the physical part of it anyway. She just hadn't particularly liked the ending. Did he really just have to discard her like that?

Stacy's spirits brightened when she heard a familiar voice with a strong southern accent. Stacy bounced down the hall with a huge smile, seeing him would definitely cheer her up. Her smile faded and she stopped dead in her tracks and backed herself up against the wall. She hadn't gotten close enough for them to spot her. What the hell was Matt Hardy doing talking to Gene Snitsky?! Matt knew the trauma that asshole Snitsky has put Lita through. There had to be an explanation to this. Matt must have been warning Snitsky to stay away from Lita. Stacy's heart was racing. She just couldn't believe it.

She inched her way down the hall against the wall as silently as she could, until she was within hearing range of their conversation.

"...but that wasn't part of the plan aren't you listening?" Matt explained to Snitsky.

"Hey, I got the job done didn't I?" Snitsky snapped. "If it weren't for me Lita would be carrying around that freak's baby." He insisted. Stacy gasped in horror. She had to be misunderstanding or something. Matt would never intentionally hurt Lita like that. Well except for that time he dumped her for no good reason, and then demanded a match against her and his brother Jeff. Then of coarse the time Lita had caught him checking out Trish Stratus and other women, at one point even Stacy. Then there was the time he pretended he wanted to marry her, humiliated her, dumped her, and cost her the career that she had worked so hard for that meant everything to her. Plus the time he slammed a steel cage door on her head and tried to attack her. Stacy frowned, Matt really had screwed up a lot now that she thought about it. But deep down despite everything he was a great guy, he would never do such a thing.

"Well, do you think you can finish the job?" Matt questioned in a serious tone.

"I thought for sure I had destroyed Kane at Taboo Tuesday. I didn't think he'd ever wrestle again. The guy couldn't even walk out on his own." Snitsky explained.

"Well, it obviously wasn't enough. I want Kane away from Lita and out of her life forever, even if that means making her a widow. You got that?" Matt insisted sternly.

"So, now you want me to take her husband's life?" Snitsky grunted with a laugh. Matt scowled, he hated hearing Kane being described as Lita's husband.

"Do whatever you have to do. I just want him out of the picture so Lita and I can move on with our lives." Matt answered.

"Ok, but when do I get the rest of my money?" Snitsky questioned.

"I already paid you half up front, plus I helped land you a WWE contract, so relax. I'll give you the rest when you finish the job." Matt replied a bit annoyed. Snitsky nodded.

Stacy could hardly breath as she listened to them. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach and had the wind knocked out of her. She was in shock and utter denial. There was no way, no way.

"He'll be back really soon, a few days actually. I'll finish him, you have my word." Snitsky promised with determination.

"Ok, good. Kane is really tough, it's not going to be easy. You better be careful he doesn't finish you." Matt warned. Snitsky could only laugh arrogantly.

"Trust me, this guy is done. Once I'm finished with him you and Lita can run off and be together. After I get my money that is." Snitsky declared extending his hand. Matt shook it firmly.

Stacy nearly threw up. The two men parted and went their separate ways down the hall. Stacy stood there shaking. She didn't know what to do. How could she ever tell Lita aout this? It would kill her. If it was having this effect on her she could only imagine how Lita would feel and the poor girl had already been through so much. How could she tell her this? How? Then there was poor Kane, who had been described as a monster but lately had really been there for Lita. He and Lita had both lost their child. Kane cried at Lita's side in that hospital, it was the first time she has ever seen Kane shed a tear. Now Lita's husband Kane, was in danger. The worst part is that Lita had no idea Matt had anything to do with any of this. A man she had considered her soulmate and the love of her life, was secretly making plans with her tormentor. Stacy's head was throbbing. She just didn't know what to do. Should she tell Lita and be the one to cause her that kind of pain, or just let it all unfold. Either way Lita would end up hurt. Stacy let out an exhausted sigh with her head in her hands.

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A/N: thank you too Jenny for the review. It means so much to me that you checked out this story. :) I'm so glad you liked it.


Preview: Will Stacy continue a purely sexual relationship with Randy or will it just leave her wanting more? Is Randy attached at all or is it just sex to him? Will Stacy tell Lita what she heard Matt and Snitsky talking about? Will Snitsky finish off Kane? What will happened next? You'll have to wait, read, and review to find out!

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