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DISCLAIMER: These stories are real people in fake situations.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: 1st, my fanfic will often deal with strange
situations/pairings, so if your easily shocked/offended, don't bother reading
any further. Also, a lot of these stories deal with wrestlers that are "Past
There Prime", so to speak. Just imagine all the wrestlers in the best shape
of their career, and you'll be fine.

2nd, please don't post this on any websites or message boards without my
permission. It's not hard to get. Just ask. Also, please don't edit any part
of this story without asking me.

3rd, keep any feedback constructive please, and I'd prefer if sent to my
e-mail address, and not on a message board.

4th, this story is written from the viewpoint that what happens on TV isn't
real, that the wrestlers are actors and know it's just a storyline.

5th, the main male character in this story is blind. I'm not, so I have no
earthly idea what it's like. I'm going on guesswork, and I don't mean
anything in this story to be offensive or in bad taste. Remember, it's just
a story.

~ Denotes Thoughts ~



Blind Leading The Blind
by Nero Rain (nero__rain@hotmail.com)

"Hi!" Mickie said cheerfully, almost surprising the shaking fan.

"Hi..." The fan replied, staring down at Mickie, her hands shaking slightly as
she held out her photograph.

Her smile never fading, Mickie looked at the fan. "What's your name,
sweetie?"

"Kelly..."

"Hi Kelly, I'm Mickie James." Mickie said, smiling as the girl giggled
slightly, breaking the nervousness slightly.

"I know..."

"You know?" Mickie said, still smiling. "Well, I guess that means you want
my autograph?" When the girl nodded, Mickie reached out and took the photo,
setting it down on the table and hammering out a quick autograph, topped with
the note, "To Kelly." Handing the picture back, Mickie smiled at the girl,
noticing the camera in her hand. "Did you want a picture?"

"If it's not to much trouble..."

"Of course not!" Mickie said, jumping up and leaning over the table, wrapping
her arm around Kelly as she handed her camera to one of the attendants. "Say
cheese!"

"Cheese..."

After the man took the picture, Mickie sat back down.

"Thank you Mickie." Kelly said softly, waving at her as she moved away.

"Your welcome!"

Tapping her marker on the table, Mickie scanned the crowd, looking at the
long line of fans waiting to meet her. Stopping on the one behind the person
approaching the table, Mickie couldn't help but stare at him for a minute.
Watching as he shuffled from foot to foot, she tried to get a good look at
his face, but couldn't due to the fact he was staring at the floor. Looking
to his right, she noticed an older woman holding his arm, leaning up to say
something to him before the guy nodded, his shifting getting more pronounced
after she did.

Shaking her head, Mickie smiled up at the guy at the table.

"Hi!" Mickie said, smiling at him and holding out her hand.

Taking it and shaking it, the guy smiled, holding out her newest promo
picture for the woman's champ to sign.

"Could you make it out to Phil?" he asked.

"Of course!" Mickie said, quickly writing out her generic note and autograph,
handing the photo back to him before shaking his hand again.

As he moved away, Mickie returned her attention to the guy moving towards the
table, his walking slightly off as the woman clung to him, her hand holding
his as they moved towards the table.

"That's kinda odd..." Mickie mused softly. "A guy taking his mom to an
autograph signing?" Shrugging her shoulders, Mickie pushed the thought aside,
remembering the many fans that had gotten overwhelmed by their emotions and
broke down at previous signings. "Maybe she's here for support..."

Putting her smile back on, Mickie watched as he slowly made his way to the
table, carrying a zip up leather case under his arm. Grabbing his arm
tightly, the woman stopped his forward movement.

Looking between Mickie and the guy, the woman leaned closer to him, telling
him, "She's directly in front of you."

Holding out her hand, Mickie smiled at the guy, finally realizing as he was
standing over her table that he was wearing sunglasses. Watching as he stuck
out his own hand, Mickie couldn't hide the confused look on her face as she
looked at the foot separating their hands. Waiting for him to take her hand,
she finally realized that he wasn't going to, and instead took his. As his
hand squeezed hers softly but firmly, she shook it up and down, smiling at
him as his hand trembled slightly.

"Hi!" Mickie said, trying to ease his nerves. "I'm Mickie."

Smiling back, he said, "I'm Dale."

"Hi Dale." Mickie said. "Did you have something to get signed or did you want
me to sign one of these papers?"

Shaking his head, Dale reached for the leather case, reaching to the
side that was facing up and trying to find the zipper. Watching in quite
bewilderment, Mickie stared as he tried again and again to find the zipper
she could clearly see hanging from the bottom of the case. Looking at the
woman, Mickie gave her a look of confusion, hoping she could shed some light
on the situation. Looking at Dale, then Mickie, the woman quickly realized
what Mickie was asking.

"He's blind." She mouthed.

Piecing the clues together, Mickie nodded and quickly stood up, taking the
case from Dale. "Here, lemme help you with that." She said.

"Thank you Mickie." He said, looking decidedly embarrassed. "I'm a huge fan."

"Really?" Mickie asked, quickly opening the zipper.

"Yes." He said, smiling nervously. "I've been watching you since you first
broke in back in 2001."

Stopping her opening of the case, Mickie looked at the woman, again giving
her a questioning glance. "Watching me?" Mickie whispered as quietly as she
could. "I thought he was blind?"

Hearing Mickie's soft words, Dale smiled. "I'm newly blind." He said.
"Hopefully not for much longer."

"Ahhhhhh." Mickie said. "Umm, sorry."

"Not your fault."

"No, I meant for..."

Waving his hand, Dale smiled. "No problem. I'm still trying to get used to it
myself."

Reaching into the case, Mickie pulled out the plastic photo holder, turning
it over and getting a look at the picture, her eyes going wide as she did.

"Where did you get this?" She asked softly, staring down at the picture.
Seeing the woman's eyes go wide, Mickie quickly shook her head. "It's nothing
like that." She said. Looking back at Dale, she asked again, "Dale, where did
you get this?"

Turning his gaze towards the floor, he softly said, "I bought it online."

"What is it?" The woman finally asked, half curious, half nervous.

Turning the picture around to face her, Mickie said, "It's my first promo.
From MCW." Looking at Dale, she said, "I don't even have one of these!"

Shrugging, Dale continued looking at the floor. "I'd give it to you, but it's
the only one I have..."

"I don't doubt it." Mickie said, smiling. "I think they only made like a
dozen of these as a test."

"Well, I can't account for the other eleven, but I got one." He said,
smiling. "Could you sign it "To Dale."?"

Nodding, Mickie quickly sat down, pulling the picture carefully out of the
case and signing it. Putting it back into the plastic, she took great care
not to bend it before putting it back in the leather case. Handing it back
to the woman, Mickie smiled at Dale.

"If you ever want to get rid of that, lemme know." She said with a giggle.
"It's missing from my collection."

"Yea, but this one has my name on it now." He said. Smiling, he added, "If
I find another one, I'll get it for you."

"You don't have to..."

"I don't, but I will." He said. Grinning, he told her, "Like I said. Big
fan."

Smiling, Mickie took his hand in hers again. "Well, thanks Dale. Hope to see
you again sometime."

Nodding, he shook her hand. "I hope to see you again, period."

Realizing what she had said, Mickie immediately tried back tracking. "I
didn't..."

Smiling, he nodded. "I know what you meant." He assured her. "Thank you very
much Mickie."

"No problem." Mickie said, smiling as the woman led him away from the table
and towards the exit. Watching them move towards the door, Mickie grinned as
she turned to the next person in line, sticking out her hand and saying, "Hi,
I'm Mickie."

* * *

Plunking down in her locker, Mickie wheeled her suitcase around to sit in
front of her before tipping it over. Opening the top zipper, she quickly
pulled out her outfit for the night, taking a hanger out and quickly hanging
it up on the side of the locker.

"Signing go well?" Someone asked.

Looking up, Mickie smiled at Trish. "Quite well."

"Anyone cry?" Torrie asked cautiously.

"Thankfully no." Mickie said.

"Any weirdo's?" Trish asked, smiling.

"Again, thankfully no." Mickie giggled.

"Sounds like a boring day." Trish said with a grin. "The crying fans, that's
not funny, but the weirdo's can be funny."

"No weirdo's, sorry." Mickie said. "But I did meet a cool guy."

"A guy?" Torrie teased. "No, I can't believe a guy would show up at an
autograph signing."

"Especially a Diva autograph signing." Trish said. Looking at Torrie, she
asked, "You've never had a guy come to a signing, have you?"

"No, never."

Giggling with the rest of the divas at the joke, Mickie smiled. "A blind
guy." Hearing the laughter stop, she looked up. "Name was Dale. Any of you
ever meet him?"

"Can't say that I have." Trish said. "What'd he look like?"

"About ya tall." Mickie said, holding her hand about eight inches above her
head. "Black hair. Wore sunglasses."

"Doesn't ring any bells." Trish said. "Well, it does, but doesn't narrow it
down any."

"His mother brought him to the signing." Mickie said. "Said he was a big
fan."

"They all say that." Lita commented with a grin.

"He had like my first promo." Mickie said. "I don't even have it. He said
he'd try and track one down for me."

"How does he have one and you don't?" Torrie asked.

"MCW only made like a dozen of them as a test run." Mickie explained.

"MCW?"

"Maryland Championship Wrestling. I wrestled there in like 2001."

"And he has your promo?"

"Yep." Mickie said. "Like I said, I don't even have one. As far as I know,
MCW never released them."

Shrugging her shoulders, Torrie asked, "If they didn't release them, then how
did he get one?"

Shrugging back, Mickie leaned back in her locker. "Where there's a will,
there's a way."

Nodding, Trish turned her attention to her suitcase. "Umm, Mickie, I hate to
be the bearer of bad news, but..." She trailed off, before finishing quietly,
"Kenny was looking for you."

Looking at Trish, Mickie tersely asked, "Are you serious?" When Trish nodded,
Mickie shook her head. "For fucks sake. Do I have to send him, like, a legal
paper telling him were thru? Is that what it's going to take?"

Shrugging, Trish held up her hands. "I am only the messenger. Please don't
kill said messenger."

Signing, Mickie threw up her arms, leaning back in her locker and dropping
her head down. "I'm sorry." She told Trish softly. "It's just.four months!
Take a fucking hint! I even gave him the ring back!" Waving her hand around,
she added, "If it was the other way around, if I cheated on him, I could see
it, but he screwed around on me! If he wanted it to work out, he shouldn't
have started banging that bottle blonde bimbo."

Grinning, Trish pointed a finger at Mickie. "Hey, not all us bottle blondes
are bimbos."

Smiling, Mickie nodded. "I know. It's unfair to label you all." When Trish
nodded, Mickie grinned, standing up and moving towards the door. "When you
find one who isn't a bimbo, let me know."

Dodging the mass of projectiles thrown her way, Mickie laughed as she dashed
out of the locker room.

"You better run!" Trish laughed, tossing another shoe at the door for good
measure.

Laughing, Mickie jogged away from the locker room, waving a hello to a few
wrestlers moving around the backstage area, going about there business.
Seeing RVD walking towards her with a plate of food, she smiled.

"Rob, where's catering?" She asked.

Pointing down the hall behind him, Rob told her, "Down the hall, hang a
left."

"Thanks." Mickie said, walking past Rob and heading towards the catering.

Moving down the hall, Mickie skipped happily down the hallway, watching the
hustle and bustle of activity flow by, keeping her eye out for Kenny as she
went. Turning the corner, Mickie found her forward progress halted as she
slammed into something, her wandering eye not wandering in front of her as
she bounced off the object, stumbling back a few steps. Quickly catching
herself, she shook off the impact, quickly working up an apology as she saw
what she had hit was a person.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry..." She started, before looking up and smiling. "Dale!"

"Mickie?" Dale asked cautiously.

Nodding, Mickie smiled, before realizing that he couldn't see her nod, and
said, "Yup, Mickie."

"Sorry." He said, smiling. "I didn't mean to run into you."

"Oh, no, I ran into you!" Mickie quickly said, smiling. "I should be more
careful is all."

"It's alright." He said, smiling.

"So, what brings you here?" she asked, watching as his shuffling from foot
to foot from earlier returned.

"Backstage pass." He said. "Friend of a friend of a friend knew how big a WWE
fan I am, and got it for me for my birthday."

"Oh, happy birthday!"

"It was seven months ago." Dale said, smiling. "He's thoughtful, if not
prompt."

"Oh." She said, giggling. "I'm like that too. I have friends I keep promising
to get gifts for from birthday parties when we were kids." When Dale laughed,
she grinned again. "So, meet any of the superstars yet?"

Shaking his head, Dale told her, "I've heard a few of them around, but since
I can't see who it is, and Katie doesn't know them, it kinda makes it hard
getting autographs."

Looking at the woman, Mickie smiled. "Katie?" When she nodded, Mickie held
out her hand. "Mickie James."

"Nice to meet you." The woman said, trying to feign interest.

Picking up on her hints, Mickie asked, "Not a wrestling fan?"

"Not in the least." Katie said, smiling softly. "No offence."

Nodding, Mickie shrugged. "None taken." Looking at Dale, she asked, "Did you
want to meet some people?"

Shrugging, he reached under his arm, pulling out a program. "I was hoping to,
but like I said, kinda hard."

Looking at Katie, Mickie said, "Well, if you wanted to, I could take your son
here around and introduce him to people. Give you a break." Seeing them both
crack up laughing, Mickie stared, confused. "Did I say something funny?"

Smiling, Dale nodded. "Katie's not my mother." He said. "She's just someone
I hired to help me out."

"Oh!" Mickie said, nodding. "Well, it's just, she's older than you."

"It's alright." Dale said. "We get that a lot."

Looking at Katie, Mickie asked, "Well, does that sound ok?"

"I don't know." Dale said softly. "I mean, you have a show to get ready for,
and things to do. I don't want to be a nuisance."

"Don't worry." Mickie said, reaching out and taking his free hand. "It's no
bother. As long as you don't mind sitting around every now and then when I
have to go do something."

"Not at all." Dale said quickly. Turning to face Katie's direction, he said,
"Could you please give Mickie your cell number? She can call you when she
needs you to come back."

Nodding, Katie reached into her purse, pulling out a piece of paper and
quickly jotting down her number. "I'll keep close. You won't be to long, I
take it?"

Shrugging, Mickie said, "Well, the show starts in about two hours, and it's
two hours long. I can look after him until it's over, at least."

"Oh, ok." Katie said, smiling. "Well, in that case, I'll just go back to my
place. Just give me ten or fifteen minutes to get here when you call."

"Will do." Mickie said, smiling as Katie let go of Dale's arm.

"I'll see you later Dale." Katie said, waving goodbye to Mickie. "Thanks!
Just call me when you want me to pick him up."

As Katie moved away, Mickie moved over to Dale. "She looked board." Mickie
said, giggling.

"She was." Dale said. "I wasn't even going to drag her here, but my buddies
all but forced me to come. Told me I need to get out more."

"Don't get out much?" Mickie asked.

Shaking his head, he told her, "Until I get a better grip on this being blind
thing, I don't feel like going out to much. A lot of the things I used to do
required sight, and now that that's gone, it kinda limits my options."

Nodding, Mickie looked around, seeing if Katie was still around before
turning to Dale. "Umm, Dale." She said softly. "I just thought of something."

"Which would be?"

"I've never looked after a blind guy." Mickie said nervously. "I have no idea
what I'm doing."

Smiling, he looked in her direction. "You're just thinking of this now?"

"Uh-huh."

Shrugging, he held out his right arm. "Just take this." He said. When she
grabbed his arm, he smiled. "Wrap your arm around it, kinda like elbow to
elbow." He instructed. When she did, she noticed he got substantially more
nervous as she moved closer to him. "This way, you can walk and I can keep
pace with you. If you were just holding my hand, I'd be roaming all over
the place, but this way it kinda keeps me straighter."

"Ok."

"Now, just take me wherever you wanted to go." Smiling, he added, "Just try
not to walk me into things. I'm putting my safety in your eyes here."

Laughing softly, Mickie slowly turned them so he was facing towards the
direction of the catering tables. "I'll do my best."

"That's all I can ask for."

Smiling, Mickie started walking again, taking small, slow steps until she was
sure Dale could move faster safely. "So, if you don't mind me asking."

"How did I go blind?" He finished, smiling.

Nodding, she grinned. "Get asked a lot?"

He nodded, telling her, "I got caught in a blast at work, and the light flash
burned my retinas. I'm not sure if that's the technical term, though. After
the doctor told me "Your blind", I kinda stopped listening." Smiling, he
added, "Sadly, unlike the Fantastic Four, I wasn't granted superpowers by the
blast."

Laughing, Mickie nodded. "They got bombarded by cosmic rays."

"You know your comics."

"A little." Mickie said. "When I used to have to drive from town to town
wrestling in a van full of guys, all they'd have to read were comics, and I
kinda got into them that way."

Shrugging, he said, "Still, no superpowers." Sighing softly, he said, "It's
been seven months. The doctors said that I still might get my sight back, but
it's getting to the point where it's not looking good, pardon the pun."

"Seven months?"

"Yup." He answered. "I got to see your first appearance on RAW, then the next
day, boom." Smiling, he added, "I still listen to RAW every week, but since
JR got fired, it's hard to keep track of the action during a match since the
other announcers aren't the greatest."

Moving to the catering table, Mickie smiled. "So, how did you get Katie to
help you? Is she like a friend of the family?"

Shaking his head, he told her, "I hired her with some of the money I got in
the settlement from the accident."

"Settlement?"

Nodding, he told her, "When a faulty pipe in a gas plant blinds you, they
tend to want to sweep it under the rug quickly. Money helps that along. They
settled out of court to avoid paying a lot more. They paid plenty as is."

"Ahh, I see." Mickie said. Moving forward, Mickie grinned. "And this would be
the catering department. You hungry?"

"No, thanks." He said. "I ate a little while ago."

Nodding, Mickie went to let go his arm, but stopped. "Would you be ok for a
minute while I grab something?" When he nodded, she untangled her arm from
his, reaching for a paper plate. "I'm always hungry." She said with a smile.
"It seems every time I turn around I just wanna eat, eat, eat."

"That's not a bad thing." He said with a smile. "At least you're not
anorexic."

"Well, maybe not." Mickie said, quickly loading up her plate with food. "But
I am getting kinda thick."

"You're filling out." He said with a smile. "I doubt you're getting fat."

"Not fat." Mickie said. "Just thick."

"And that's a bad thing because?" He asked. "Incase you didn't notice, Trish
is a little on the thick side to, and she's probably the most over Diva of
all time."

"Yea, true." Mickie said, smiling. "But still, you can't see me, so maybe
I've ballooned up to like five hundred pounds since my debut."

"Alright, that might be a little to thick." He admitted with a smile.

"See? You can't be sure." She said, smiling.

"Well, I could, but it would involve a lot of inappropriate touching." He
offered with a shy smile. "Which, I'm betting, is a big no thanks."

Smirking, Mickie looked at him, using his lack of vision as an opening to
check him out full.

~Well.~ Mickie thought, giggling softly. "You sure you don't want something
to eat? We have desserts." Seeing him hesitate, she smiled. "Come on, you
know you wanna."

"I do wanna." He admitted. "It's just.it might get.messy."

Smiling softly, Mickie reached out, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.
"I'll look after you, ok?"

"Mickie, you don't have too."

"No, I don't." She said, smiling. "But I want to. Now, dessert?"

"What's on the menu?" He asked, relenting.

"Well, we have cake."

"No cake." Dale said, smiling. "I know that gets messy."

"I told you."

"No cake." He repeated. Smiling, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Umm, ice cream.which I'm betting is in the cake department." She said,
smiling as he nodded. "We have cookies."

"What kind?"

Looking at the spread, Mickie smiled. "Pretty much any kind you want.
Chocolate chip, oatmeal raison, sugar."

"Can I just get a variety?" He asked.

"Ok." Mickie said, grabbing another plate and setting a few of each cookie
on it. Looking at him, then at her full hands, she smiled. "Hold out your
arm." Holding out his hands, he got confused as she giggled. "I meant, just
hang them down but put them out a bit."

Nodding, he did as he was told. Sliding her arm under his, Mickie hooked her
elbow around his, keeping the plate steady as she started leading him towards
a table. Moving him over to a chair, she set his hand down on it before
moving away slightly, letting him get his bearings before he pulled out the
chair and sat down.

Setting his food in front of him, Mickie asked, "Want something to drink?"

"Milk?"

"One milk, coming right up." Mickie said, quickly moving over to the tables
and pouring out two glasses of milk.

Moving back to Dale, she set a glass in front of him, telling him, "The
cookies are right in front of you." Taking his hand, she guided it to the
milk. "And that's the milk."

"Thank you Mickie." He said softly, reaching out with his free hand and
grabbing a cookie.

"No problemo." Mickie said, taking her seat to his right.

Holding the cookie up, Dale shook his head. "You can have no idea how
frustrating it is to know I have a cookie in my hand and not know what kind."

Looking up at him, Mickie sighed softly. "I wish you didn't have to."

Smiling, he asked, "Is it a good kind at least?"

"Aren't all cookies good?"

"Good point." He said, moving the cookie towards his mouth and taking a bite.
"Chocolate chip."

"My fav." Mickie said, smiling as she picked up a sandwich.

"Mine too." He replied. "So, did the autograph signing today go smoothly?"

"Yup." Swallowing the bite she had taken, she added, "No crazies, no criers,
and no clingers."

"The three C's?"

"Yea." She said. "I'm not sure what are worse. The crazies scare you, the
criers make you feel bad, and the clingers just weird you out."

"I'd go for the clingers." He said. "I'm a guy, so no one's just running up
and hugging me, but I'd imagine it gets a little old for you."

"Sometimes." She admitted. "I don't mind fans, like, giving me a quick hug or
something, but it's when they hang on a little to long."

"Or there hands drift a little to much."

"Exactly." Mickie said. "I've had my ass groped more times than I care to
remember."

Smiling, he bit into another cookie. "I wish I could say the same."

Giggling, Mickie forked some salad into her mouth. "Awww, don't get groped
much?"

"Not in a while, no." He answered with a smile.

Smirking, she told him, "Don't worry. You got a nice ass. I'm sure it'll be
groped in no time."

Blushing brightly, he chuckled nervously. Taking a drink of his milk, he said
softly, "I wouldn't count on that."

Shrugging, Mickie smiled, picking up another slice of sandwich. Looking at
the plate of cookies she had gotten for him, she smiled. "Are you sure you
don't want something normal to eat?" She asked. "We have stuff that wouldn't
be messy."

Smiling, he spun a cookie around between his fingers. "Such as?"

"Well." Mickie said. "For starters, I have a sandwich. They have all kinds.
Cold cut, roast beef, egg salad." Looking over at the table, she said, "And,
we have a wide and varied assortment of finger foods. Something that's always
big around here."

"What kinds?"

"Hot wings." She offered with a smile.

"Pass."

"Ummm, mozza sticks.pizza.salads."

"No thanks." Dale said softly.

Looking over, she grabbed at straws. "I could make you like a little deli and
cheese plate?" Seeing his interest peek, she smiled. "Come on. I'll do it up
so it'll be easy and mess free."

"Should I be eating your guys food?" He asked, trying to find an out. "I
mean, isn't this stuff for the wrestlers?"

"Everyone eats it." She assured him.

Pushing out her chair, she moved over to the table, grabbing a paper plate
and quickly scanning over the options. Grabbing a few pieces of each meat and
cheese, she set them on the plate. Looking around, she smiled and grabbed
half a ham sandwich, setting it on the plate before moving back over to Dale.
Setting the plate in front of him, she took his hand and moved it from the
cookie plate to the deli plate.

"There." She said. "There's meat, cheese and a ham sandwich. Just watch out
for the toothpicks."

Smiling shyly, he nodded. "You do realize I can afford to feed myself,
right?"

"Of course!" Mickie said. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I'm eating,
and I don't like eating alone, so I'm pushing food on you to make me feel
better."

Chuckling softly, Dale reached around, putting his hand over a toothpick.
Sliding his fingers down it, he tested the object at the end of it before
picking it up, moving it towards his mouth.

"Cheese." Mickie said, alerting him.

"I know." He said, smiling. "Meat has some give to it when I push on it.
Cheese doesn't."

"Ahh." Mickie said, smiling. "Have a system, do we?"

"Yea, but my fingers get covered in stuff." He said, smiling. "Oh well.
Better than wearing the food I guess."

"That's a good way to look at it." She said.

Sighing softly, Dale looked down at the table. "I just wish you didn't have
to baby sit me."

"I'm not baby sitting you." Mickie said. "I'm helping you. Big difference."
Seeing Dale go to say something, she cut him off quickly. "No more talk. Eat,
drink and be merry."

Smiling, he reached out, finding his plate and taking another toothpick up,
popping the object at the end into his mouth. "Cheese." He said, smiling.

"There's an assortment of meats on the plate." Mickie told him. "Any you
don't like that I should pick off?"

Shaking his head, Dale picked up another piece. "Nah. I'm pretty easy going
when it comes to food."

"When people can get you to eat."

"I'm eating." He said, smiling. "Even thou I already ate, I'm eating. Just
like you wanted."

"What did you have for supper, anyways?" Mickie asked, pushing her empty
plate away.

"Burger King." He said, smiling. "High end, I know."

"Well, if you like it, who cares?"

Smiling, he nodded, fumbling around and finding the sandwich half. "Not me.
I'm almost getting to the point where I'm not wearing half of it." Smiling,
he said. "It's weird. When I could see, nothing like that would happen. Now
that I can't see, everything seems to want to find my shirt."

"You haven't spilt anything yet." Mickie offered.

"Give it time." He said, smiling. "Besides, it's all food that if I do, I can
just brush it off anyways. I'd never try and eat half the stuff I used to eat
in public now."

"That's not a good way to go thru life." She said softly. "I mean, if you
like foods, you should eat them."

"I do." He said. "And I will. It's just, like I said, I'm still fully getting
used to being blind. Up until about two months ago, the doctors were trying
everything they could think of to get my sight back, so I wasn't really
trying to learn how to get by if they couldn't do it. Now that they tell me
they can't help me anymore, I've started trying to figure things out. Katie
helps where she can, but I can't expect her to spoon feed me meals, so I
gotta learn how to do that stuff for myself."

"Coming along?"

"Getting there." He said, smiling. "I wouldn't have left the house for
anything two months ago. Now, I've been out three times today. Once to your
autograph signing, once to Burger King, and once to come here."

"I'm still curious as to where you got your hands on that promo." Mickie
said.

"My little secret." He answered, smiling at her. "But, like I said, if I can
track down another one, I'll pick it up for you."

"You don't have to."

"How about we drop that from our vocabularies for the night?" he asked,
smiling. "We both know that we don't have to do things for each other, but
we both want to."

"Deal." She said, smiling as he finished off his food. "Ready to go meet some
of the guys?" When he nodded, she smiled. "And girls?" Seeing him smile, she
giggled. "We'll save the girls for last."

"If you want." He said, grinning as she moved around the table and took his
arm again.

Moving slowly, Mickie kept an eye out for things she might normally just walk
over, very aware of the trust Dale was putting in her. Looking around, she
tried to track down any superstars in the area, smiling as she spotted Rob
Van Damn making his way back towards catering.

"Rob!" Mickie said quickly, gaining his attention. When he looked, she
motioned for him to come over. "This is my friend Dale."

"Coolness." Rob said, moving over towards them. Stopping in front of them,
Rob looked over Dale, grinning slightly. "The dude's blind, isn't he?"

Looking at him, Mickie asked, "How did you.?"

Pointing at Dale, Rob grinned. "He's wearing sunglasses inside. At night."
Reaching out, he took Dale's hand, shaking it. "How's it going?"

"Alright." Dale said, smiling. Reaching into his coat, he produced his
program along with a marker. "Could you sign this, if it isn't to much
trouble?"

"No trouble." Rob said, taking the program and marker from him and quickly
flipping to his page in the book. Signing it quickly, he handed it back to
Mickie. "Nice meeting you dude." Rob said, smiling as he moved past them
towards catering.

As Mickie started moving them again, Dale laughed softly, quickly attracting
her attention.

"What?" She asked.

Shaking his head, he smiled. "You never noticed the sunglasses thing, did
you?"

Hitting his arm playfully, she smiled. "I just thought you were trying to be
all cool and stuff."

Smiling, he walked with her. "I wish. I hate sunglasses."

"Then why wear them now?"

"It's better than the alternative." He said.

"Which would be?"

Stopping their progress, he turned to her, lifting up his glasses and showing
her his almost white eyes. "That." He said, before sliding the glasses back
into place. "Walking around with my eyes closed feels funny, so I leave them
open for the most part, even if I can't see anything." Shrugging, he added,
"And people get freaked out by the eyes, so I just keep the glasses on.
Around the house I ditch them, but when I'm out they stay on."

"That sucks." Mickie said.

"Ahh well." He said. "That's life."

"You know, for someone who lost their sight, you're remarkably calm about
it."

"Not much I can do." He said, moving slowly. "What good is getting mad
gonna...FUCK!"

Hearing a crash, Mickie turned and watched as Dale hopped up and down on his
left leg, his right leg off the ground as the chair he walked into fell to
the floor.

"Ohmygod!" Mickie said quickly. "I'm so sorry!"

Whining softly, Dale tested his leg, limping slightly as Mickie moved him out
of the path of another chair. "It's alright." He said, trying to smile. "At
least it wasn't anything solid. Whatever it was had some give."

"It was a chair." Mickie said glumly. "God, I should have seen it."

"It's alright." He assured her, smiling again, this time trying to ease her
mind. "It takes some getting used to."

"That's easy for you to say." Mickie said, starting them moving again when
she was sure he was ok. "It's not you walking a blind guy into things.
Christ, that was dumb."

"Mickie, it's ok." He said, reaching out blindly, finding her hand where he
left it and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "See? The leg's ok." Wiggling his
leg out, he smiled as she giggled. "Nothing broken. It's fine."

"Ok." She said, smiling. "Thanks for understanding, Dale."

"You weren't trained for this stuff." He said. "Katie's been doing it for
years."

"Yea, and I'm betting she would have seen that chair." Seeing him go to say
something else, she quickly added, "Alright, alright, I'll shut up."

"Don't shut up." He said, smiling. "Just stop talking about chairs unless I'm
heading for another one."

"Chair." Mickie said, moving Dale slightly to his left.

"See? You got that one." He said, smiling.

"One of many." Mickie said. "Don't put to much faith in me yet."

Smiling, he waved his hand. "Don't worry. I've got cast iron shins at this
point. I've probably bumped into everything in my house ten times by now."

Nodding, Mickie led him into the main area of the building. "Ooo, look!"
Mickie said, pointing at Ric Flair before she realized what she had said.
"Fuck." She cursed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry."

Smiling, he gave her hand another squeeze. "It's alright. I understand. Katie
still says stuff like that. It's human nature."

Nodding, Mickie asked, "Want to meet Ric Flair?"

"Of course." He said, smiling. "If you want to introduce me."

Walking up towards Ric, Mickie smiled and waved as he looked up from his
notes. "Hi, Ric." She said cheerfully.

"Well hello, Mickie." Ric said, smiling at her.

"Ric, my friend here was wondering if you could sign his program." Mickie
said, taking it out and turning to the right page.

"Sure, no problem." Ric answered, taking the book before looking at Dale.
Looking at him, Ric asked, "Are you're blind, big fella?"

As Dale burst out laugher, Mickie shook her head, her cheeks turning a shade
of red as Ric looked between the two. Looking at him, she shook her head.

"Long story."

* * *

"So, am I missing anyone?" Dale asked. "I can't think of anyone. Except for
Vince and Shane, but I don't expect them to waste there time."

"They would." Mickie assured him. "It's just, we haven't run into them yet."

"Oh well." He said. "I don't think I got the Spirit Squad's autograph either.
I thought I heard them thou."

"They were around." Mickie said hesitantly.

Looking over in her direction, he softly asked, "Aren't you engaged to one of
them? Kenny?"

"Was." Mickie said softly. "Didn't work out."

"I'm sorry." Dale said, wishing he hadn't brought up the subject.

Waving her hand, Mickie meant to dismiss the thought with the motion, before
realizing that Dale couldn't see it. "It's ok." She said. "Not your fault."

Moving towards the Divas locker room, Mickie smiled an evil smile, a plan
forming in her mind.

"Wanna met the girls?" She asked sweetly.

"If it's not to much trouble." He said. "Like I said, I know you're busy."

Getting a firm grip on his arm, Mickie quickly moved them towards the
door, barging it open with her shoulder and dragging him inside. Seeing the
horrified looks on the other Diva's faces, Mickie broke out laughing as they
started screaming at the man in there changing room. Hearing screaming, Dale
started yelling, startled by the sudden change in atmosphere.

"Mickie, what is he doing in here!" Victoria yelled, grabbing a towel and
covering herself.

"Where am I?" Dale yelled, clinging to Mickie.

Realizing that he plan had gone horribly wrong, Mickie quickly tried to calm
everyone down.

"Guys, guys, guys!" She quickly said, holding Dale tighter. "This is Dale.
The blind guy from the autograph signing."

Wrapping a towel around her body, Trish glared at him. "Are you sure he's
blind?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm blind." Dale offered nervously, hoping it would be the
right thing to say to escape the situation without bodily harm.

Slowly standing up, Trish crept silently over to Dale and Mickie, keeping low
as she moved. Getting right in front of him, she put her hand in front of his
face. Waving it back and forth, Trish ignored Mickie as she sighed and rolled
her eyes.

Standing still, Dale asked, "Someone's waving a hand in my face, aren't
they?"

"Ah-ha!" Trish yelled, a smile of triumph covering her face. "See! He can
see!"

Shaking his head, Dale reached up, pulling off his glasses, showing Trish his
eyes. Seeing them, her face instantly went from happy to shock.

"He can feel your hand blowing air in his face." Dale said, sliding his
glasses back on. "Also, no one was saying anything, so I put two and two
together."

Realizing her stupid mistake, Trish let her hand fall to her side. "Sorry."
She said softly. "It's just, you kinda took us by surprise, is all."

Smiling, he shrugged. "Hey, I'm just as freaked out to be here as you are to
have me here." Looking towards Mickie, he asked her softly, "Mickie, could
you take me out, please?"

"No!" Trish said quickly. "Stay, please."

"I don't think."

"Please, stay." Trish repeated, feeling profoundly stupid for her actions. "I
didn't mean to insult you, but."

Holding up his hand, Dale smiled. "Trish, please, stop." He said. Grinning,
he told the Divas, "Being in a changing room with a bunch of probably naked
divas that I can't see isn't the best thing in the world. If I could see, I'd
beg to stay, but since I can't, it's just teasing." Hearing the girls laugh,
he smiled, turning to Mickie. "Please, take me out."

Nodding, Mickie grabbed his arm, leading him slowly out the door, letting it
close behind her.

"I'm sorry." Mickie said. "I just thought that would be funny."

"It was." He admitted. "But next time, please let me in on the joke. I
thought someone was gonna stab me with a curling iron or something."

"Ok." Mickie said, smiling. Looking at her watch, she sighed. "Well, I gotta
get ready for my match with Torrie." Looking up at him, she asked, "Think
you'd be alright alone for fifteen, twenty minutes?"

"As long as I'm not in the way." He said. "Just plunk me somewhere out of the
way." Smiling, he added, "And please don't forget about me."

"I won't." Mickie assured him with a smile. Moving over towards an isolated
corner, Mickie grabbed a chair and drug it towards a TV. "There." She said,
moving him around and sitting him down in the chair. "There's a TV here so
you can listen to the match if you want."

"Of course I will." He said, smiling.

Patting him on the shoulder, she told him, "Alright, I gotta go get changed
real quick, then whoop Torrie's ass, then I'll be back, ok?"

"Ok."

Moving away from Dale, Mickie sprinted towards the locker room. Moving to
open the door, she reached out to grab the handle but found it being pulled
away as the door opened from the inside. Seeing Trish standing on the other
side, Mickie smiled.

"Torrie ready?" She asked, slipping past Trish and into the locker room.

"Yep." Trish said. Looking around, she asked, "Where's Dale?"

Pointing towards the general area she left him, Mickie said, "I put him in
front of a TV while I wrestle."

Nodding, Trish smiled. "Mind if I talk to him? I kinda made an ass of
myself."

"Go ahead." Mickie said, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it into
the locker.

Smiling, Trish closed the door, walking towards where Mickie had said Dale
was. Moving around the corner, she smiled as she spotted him. Grabbing a
chair, she moved towards him.

"Hi, I'm Trish." She said, smiling as he turned towards the voice. "You may
remember me as the girl who was an ass and was waving her hand in your face
earlier."

Smiling, Dale nodded. "Hi, I'm Dale." He said. "You may remember me as the
guy who would be the luckiest guy on the planet if he could see and would
have had a video camera about five minutes ago."

Laughing, Trish moved up beside him. "Is this spot taken?"

"There's a spot somewhere?" He asked, smiling.

"Guess not." She said, plunking her chair down and sitting down next to him.
Looking up at the live feed of Raw, Trish asked, "What you doing here?"

"Listening to Mickie's match until she comes back." He said.

"Oh." She said. "Umm, I guess she forgot that these feeds don't have the
commentary, just the sound from the stadium."

His face falling a bit, Dale leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.
"Guess so."

Looking at him, Trish smiled. "Don't worry. When the match comes on, I'll
give you the play by play." She said.

"Thank you Trish."

"It's the least I can do." She assured him. "It's not supposed to be a long
match anyways."

"No?"

"Nope." Trish said. Looking at him, she asked, "Do you want to know what's
gonna happen?"

Shaking his head, he grinned. "I'd rather find out live."

Smiling, Trish nodded. "Alright, get comfortable, because here we go."

Listening to the live feed, Dale asked, "Did Torrie get new theme music?"

Nodding, Trish said, "Yup. From the new CD."

"I'll have to pick that up." He said. Hearing Mickie's music, he smiled. "And
that would be Mickie."

"Correct." Trish said, waiting for the bell to ring. "You'll have to forgive
me. I haven't done this before."

"I'm betting you'll do alright." He said. Smirking, he added, "Can't be any
worse than the Coach."

"Hey, the Coach isn't bad." Trish said, smiling.

"He's not JR, either." Dale said.

"Alright, I'll admit that." Trish said, turning her attention back to the
match. "Alright, lockup...Mickie grabbed Torrie in a side headlock...Torrie
tripped her and rolled it into a pin...two count."

"So close, yet so far away." He said, smiling.

Looking at him, she grinned. "Don't you want Mickie to win?"

Shrugging, he grinned. "I do, but I think Torrie should wrestle more."

"Ok...Umm, we missed a part." Trish said with a giggle. "Quit interrupting."

"Ok."

"Torrie's in the corner, and Mickie is giving her gut punches...Mickie whips
her into the far corner and charges, Torrie jumps over her and goes for the
pin again...Mickie kicks out at one." Looking at him, she couldn't help but
smile at how engrossed by her description he was. "Torrie gets up and is
waiting for Mickie...clothesline, followed by a drop kick while Mickie's
down...Swinging neck breaker, and Torrie pins again...two count...They both
get up, and Torrie whips Mickie towards the ropes...reversal...Mickie grabs
Torrie and drops her across the ropes..."

"I hate that move." He said, smiling.

"Yea, they kinda botched it." Trish said.

"Like I said, Torrie needs more time in the ring."

"What did I say about interrupting?" Trish laughed.

"Sorry."

"Mickie jumps on Torrie, dropping bombs onto her face.oops, almost had a
wardrobe malfunction...bet King picked up on that...Mickie is waiting for
Torrie...Got her hooked up, jumping DDT...1, 2, 3..." Smiling at him, she
announced, "The winner, and still woman's champion, Mickie James."

"You were right." Dale said. "That was kinda short."

"There's more." Trish assured him. "You can't hear it, but Beth just came out
and is threatening Mickie. She's gonna chase her out of the arena."

"I hope she's coming back." Dale said with a smile. "She's the only one with
my helpers number."

Smiling, Trish reached over, squeezing his hand. "Don't worry, I'm sure all
the divas would pitch in and look after you."

Grinning, he told her, "That sounds like a very appealing offer."

Giggling, Trish smiled. "I bet." She said. Looking at him, she realized she
had some time to kill before Mickie came back. "So, if you don't mind me
asking..."

"How did I go blind?"

"Actually, I was gonna ask if you were born blind, but I'm betting you
weren't."

Shaking his head, he told her, "Nah. I'm what my doctor referred to as "Newly
blind." like its some sort of prize."

"Not the easiest thing to cope with, I'd imagine." She said softly.

Shaking his head, he said, "I'd do almost anything to be able to see again...
it's just...hard..." Sighing softly, he added, "I had sight for twenty years,
and then all of a sudden, I'm blind."

"That sucks." Trish said softly.

Smiling, he nodded. "Some birthday present, huh?"

Looking at him, she asked, "What does that mean?"

"I got blinded on my birthday." He said. "I was working at the plant...I used
to work at a gas refinery for some big company...and I was just getting ready
to punch out and go get some cake, and all of a sudden this alarm went off. I
went running towards it, because, well, I had friends and stuff in that area.
Next thing I know, there's this big flash of light, and I'm waking up in
intensive care."

Hearing something, Trish turned, looking as Mickie rounded the corner,
smiling at the two. Looking back at Dale, Trish asked, "So, are you getting
along ok?"

Sighing again, he let his head drop slightly. "It's hard." He admitted. "I
used to like to read and stuff before the accident, but now I can't do that.
I'm trying to figure out how to read brail, but it's going slow." Pausing for
a moment, he softly added, "I used to really look forward to watching you
guys on Monday nights."

Putting her hand on his shoulder, Trish said, "I wish I could help you."

Putting on a smile, he shrugged. "Well, it sucks, but a few million bucks
helps ease the pain."

"Million?"

Nodding, he smiled. "The fire department found that the blast was caused by
faulty maintenance. Everyone and there dog told me to sue the plant, so the
company settled out of court to avoid having there name drug thru the papers
any more than it already was." Shrugging again, he told her, "I'd give them
their money back if they could give me my sight, but it's a nice consolation
prize."

Deciding to make her presence knowing, Mickie moved up behind Dale, setting
a hand on his shoulder. "Hey buddy." She said, smiling at Trish. "How'd you
make out?"

"Good." He said. Motioning towards where Trish was, he said, "Trish was nice
enough to swing by and keep me company. She also did play by play on your
match."

Looking at Trish with a questioning glance, Mickie asked, "How come?"

"You forgot, didn't you?" Trish asked, smiling. "The live feeds here don't
have sound."

"Oh, right." Mickie said, suddenly feeling dumb about leaving a blind guy in
front of a TV without sound.

"It's alright." Dale said. "Trish was an excellent commentator." Looking
towards Trish, he added, "You should think about auditioning for JR's job."

Smiling, she asked, "But if I did that, who would Mickie wrestle?"

"Good point." He admitted. "Maybe after your done wrestling. You could be
like the King, without all the puppy chants."

"I'll keep it in mind." Trish promised, standing up. "Well, I gotta go get
changed. Wrestling clothes are not great for wearing around town."

"Change?" Dale asked, smiling.

"Yup."

Grinning from ear to ear, he asked, "Can I come watch?"

Hitting him lightly on the shoulder, Trish joked, "You know, that blind story
is slowly loosing its creditability."

"I was joking." He said, smiling as he leaned back in his chair.

"I know." Trish said. "I hope to meet you again sometime, Dale. It was nice
talking to you."

"You too, Trish." Hearing Trish move away, Dale listened as Mickie took
Trish's chair, sitting next to him. "So, are you done for the night, or do
you have something set up with Beth?"

"Nope, Beth chased me out of the building." Mickie said. "I'm done. I just
gotta take a quick shower and get changed."

Nodding, he held out his hand. "Well, it's been a blast hanging out with
you."

Taking his hand, she looked at him. "Did you want me to call Katie?"

Shrugging, he told her, "Well, I assume you want to. You have other things to
do, don't you?"

Shaking her head, she said, "Not really, no. I'm driving myself home
tomorrow, so I don't have a set time to leave or anything. I'm pretty much
free." Seeing him nod, she grinned. "Did you want me to call Katie, or did
you want to hang out some more?"

"Really?" He asked, sounding very enthusiastic. Realizing how what he said
sounded to eager, he calmed himself down slightly. "Really?" He asked again,
this time sounding more calm and collected. "You wanna hang out with me?"

Giggling, she stood up, leaning down and giving him a peck on the cheek,
giggling more when he gasped slightly. "Sure!" She assured him. "Just wait
here, ok? I'll be as quick as I can."

"I'll be waiting." He said, smiling. "Not much else I can do..."

Giggling, she gave his shoulder a final squeeze before turning and sprinting
towards the locker room. As she dove into the locker room, someone came
around the corner, moving towards Dale. Hearing footsteps, Dale smiled.

"Forget something, Mickie?"

"It's not Mickie." A voice said. "It's Kenny, and we need to have a little
chat..."

* * *

Moving into the locker room, Mickie smiled at Trish, quickly stripping off
her ring outfit and wrapping herself up in a towel before bolting into the
shower room. Watching Mickie go, Trish shook her head as she heard soap and
shampoo flying around as Mickie rushed thru her post-match ritual, cleaning
herself in record time before moving back into the main changing room.

"Jesus, did you even shower?" Trish asked, looking at Mickie.

"Uh-huh." She said, grabbing a comb out of her suitcase and running it though
her hair with one hand as her other worked at drying off the areas of her
body that the towel didn't cover.

"In a rush, are we?" Trish asked with a smile, watching Mickie's frantic
pace.

"Uh-huh." Mickie said, grinning as she blushed at what she knew was going to
be the next question.

"Doing something with Dale?" Trish asked, giggling as Mickie's flustered
look.

"Uh-huh."

"What ya doing?"

"Don't know yet."

"Going on a date?"

"No!" Mickie said quickly.

"Why not?" Trish asked. "Is it because he's...?"

"No.definitely not.that doesn't matter." Mickie assured Trish.

"You know..." Trish said, pulling on her socks. "He's kinda cute."

Smiling, Mickie nodded. "I've noticed."

Seeing Mickie smile, Trish pointed at her. "You totally have a crush on him."

"I do not!"

"Do so!" Trish teased. "Does he live around here?"

"I assume so." Mickie said, thankful that the topic had changed.

"Then ask him out!" Trish urged. "You only live a few hours away."

"Trish..." Mickie whined softly as the topic changed back. "I just got out of
a long term relationship."

"Like four months ago!" Trish reminded her. "Its high time you got back on
the horse."

"I don't know..."

"He likes you." Trish assured her. "I know he wanted to ask to see you
change, but he asked me because he knew I'd take it as the joke it was."

"And I wouldn't?" Mickie asked.

"He'd be serious with you." Trish said with a smile.

"He's blind." Mickie reminded her. "How would he watch?"

An evil grin creeping over her lips, Trish reminded her, "Well, he's trying
to learn brail..."

Cutting her off quickly, Mickie laughed, "Don't wanna hear it, don't need to
hear it!"

Smiling, Trish told her, "At least see if he wants to go do something."
Seeing Mickie's resolve buckle slightly, Trish pressed on. "You don't have
to go home right away, do you?"

"No." Mickie admitted. "But.he's a fan.and I did just break off an
engagement..."

Cutting her off before she talked herself out of it, Trish quickly said, "You
broke it off with Kenny four months ago. You said that yourself." Seeing
Mickie still balk, Trish played her final card. "I'll chaperone for you two,
ok?"

Shaking her head, Mickie smiled. "Alright, I'll see if he wants to do
something." She said, making Trish smile. Pulling on her shoes, Mickie
grinned. "He is cute, after all."

* * *

"Kenny?" Dale asked. "Like, Spirit Squad Kenny?"

"Yup." Kenny said, stalking over to Dale, towering over him.

"Hi!" Dale said, smiling, not realizing that the large wrestler was glaring
down at him. "Could you sign my program? Mickie was showing me around, but we
missed you guys..."

"Fuck no I won't sign your program!" Kenny said, swatting the offending
magazine away harshly.

Quickly standing up, Dale tried to get a fix on where the voice was coming
from, but couldn't as Kenny circled him.

"What are you doing with Mickie?" Kenny asked, looking Dale up and down,
sizing him up. "You moving in on my girl?"

Dale, sensing that the situation was going to get a lot worse before it got
better, tried to reason with Kenny.

"Me and Mickie?" He asked, shaking his head. "No, man, you got it all wrong."

Poking Dale in the chest, Kenny smiled as the smaller man backed down. "Do I
now?" he said. When Dale nodded, Kenny poked him again. "So I didn't see
Mickie kissing you goodbye?"

"Kissing me?" Dale asked, his mind scrambling for an explanation as to what
Kenny was talking about. Suddenly remembering Mickie's peck on the cheek, he
asked, "What, when she gave me a peck on the cheek? That was nothing!"

"Nothing?" Kenny asked, continuing to circle him. "It looked like something.
Or do you mean it was nothing compared to what you're going to do to her
tonight?"

"What are you talking about?" Dale asked, his breathing picking up as his
fear started to get the better of him. He knew he wasn't much of a fighter
when he could see his opponent. Blind, he was all but helpless as the large
wrestler continued to poke and circle him. "What would I possible be doing
with Mickie tonight?" he asked, knowing now wasn't the time to tell Kenny
that Mickie had asked if he wanted to hang out.

"You tell me." Kenny said. "I'm sure you're already thinking of all kinds of
nasty shit to do to my girl..." Pushing him roughly, Kenny smiled as Dale
stumbled back, trying to catch himself and nearly falling over the chair he
had been sitting on. "Well, asshole, she's my girl." Kenny said firmly. "You
want her, you're gonna have to take her."

"I thought you guys were broken up!" Dale said, quickly realizing that
nothing he could say was going to save him from an ass whipping. "And I don't
want Mickie!"

"The hell you don't." Kenny said. "I've seen you two.you've been hanging off
of her all fucking night." Pushing him again, Kenny moved so he was right in
front of Dale. "You want to steal her, little man? How about you try taking
her and see how quick I stomp your ass...try it. I'll give you the first
shot..."

"I don't want to fight you." Dale said firmly, again trying to back up but
finding a wall blocking his path.

"I don't care what you want." Grabbing Dale by the front of his shirt, Kenny
smiled. "No where to run now."

"Kenny, what the fuck are you doing!"

Turning away from Dale, Kenny saw Trish and Mickie running towards them.
Seeing Mickie, Kenny's face lit up as she moved towards him.

"Mickie..." He started, before she pushed him roughly, sending him tripping
over the chairs.

Moving quickly, Trish grabbed Dale. "Dale, come with me." She said quickly,
moving him out of harms way as Mickie glared at Kenny.

"What do you think your doing?" Mickie spat.

Pointing at Dale, he said, "I'm stopping that guy from violating you."

"Violating me?" Mickie asked, tiling her head to the side. "Violating? What
the fuck kind of word is violating?" Not waiting for an answer, she yelled,
"It's shit like this why we are never getting back together!"

"Mickie, baby..."

"Don't." Mickie said, holding up her hand. "Just don't. We're done. And
nothing you can say will change that."

"Mickie, this guys a creep!" Kenny said, pointing at Dale. "I saw the way he
was hanging off of you! He's trying to get into your pants!"

"And if he was?" Mickie asked. "What business is it of yours? I'm a big girl,
and I can make up my own mind!"

"He's only doing it because of how you look!"

Hearing that, Mickie and Trish exploded with laughter. Seeing Kenny look at
her funny, Mickie shook her head.

"You really are a pathetic retard, aren't you?" She asked. Seeing Kenny was
getting mad, Mickie held up her hands, shrugging. "You want to kick his ass?"
She asked, pointing at Dale. "Kick his ass. Then you can finally know what
it's like to beat up a blind man." Seeing Kenny's expression change from rage
to shock in an instant, Mickie nodded. "Yup. He's blind. He has no idea what
I look like. And for the record, he was hanging off of me because he can't
get around by himself." Shaking her head, she told him, "I never want to see
you again."

Turing away from him, Mickie moved over to Dale, who was trying to get his
heart rate back to normal. "You ok, Dale?" She asked softly. When he nodded,
she wrapped her arm around him, leading him away. "Lets get out of here."

As Trish and Mickie led Dale away, Mickie held him close. "You ok?" She asked
softly.

"Yea." He said, still shaking slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Not your fault." Mickie assured him. "Ask Trish. He's been weird since we
broke up."

"Total stalker material." Trish told him. "Nothing you could have done."

Stopping in his tracks, he said, "My program. He did something to my
program..."

Nodding, Trish looked at Mickie. "I'll go get it. Just wait here, ok?" When
Mickie nodded, Trish turned and walked back towards Kenny. Looking at him,
she asked, "Where is Dale's program?" When he didn't answer, she pushed him
aside, looking around and finding it on the floor beside the TV stand.
Picking it up, she turned and started to walk past Kenny. When he grabbed
her shoulder, she turned and glared daggers at him. "You will let go of my
arm, or you will be unemployed by tomorrow." Trish said with a quiet rage.
When he let go, she added, "If you're lucky, Mickie won't say anything about
this to Vince. Don't push your luck."

Walking away from him, Trish quickly moved back to Mickie and Dale. Taking
his hand in hers, Trish handed him back his program.

"Thank you Trish." He said softly.

"Your welcome, Dale." She said. "Let's get out of here."

Nodding, he moved with the two divas as they led him towards the exit.
"Mickie?"

"Yea, Dale?"

"I do know what you look like." He said. "You told Kenny I didn't, but I
do..."

Smiling, she punched him in the arm lightly. "It was a sound argument. Don't
split hairs."

Smiling, he nodded, letting Mickie walk him along as Trish handled the door
opening duties.

* * *

"You sure you're ok with this?" Mickie asked. "We can totally go somewhere
else if you want."

Shaking his head, Dale smiled. "It's cool. Just as good as anywhere, I
guess."

Moving towards the door of the club, Mickie and Trish smiled at the doorman
as they moved in, Dale in tow. "Still not to late to back out." Mickie said.

Smiling, he asked, "Do you want to do something else? Cuz I don't really care
what we do."

"No, this is fine." Mickie said. "It's just, I dunno..."

"It's fine." Dale assured her.

Nodding, Mickie followed Trish into the club, quickly spotting a table in the
far corner and grabbing it. Parking Dale down in the back chair, Trish and
Mickie flanked him, looking around for familiar faces. Spotting some fellow
wrestlers, Trish and Mickie relaxed.

"Some other wrestlers are here, Dale." Trish said. "Anyone you need for your
program?"

"You mean besides the Spirit Squad?" He asked, smiling.

"Hey, anyone but Kenny is no problem." Trish said, smiling.

"Well, I never got any of the Divas to sign." He said.

Smiling, Trish reached over, taking his program. "Duh! I forgot to sign it,
didn't I?"

"I don't think I asked." He said. "Would you sign it?"

"Of course!" Trish said, flipping to her page and signing it. "There we go.
To Dale, please don't get your ass kicked by Kenny, Trish Stratus."

"Thanks." He said, grinning. "I think."

Looking around, Trish spotted some familiar faces. "There are some other
Divas here. Want me to get them to sign?"

Shaking his head, he quickly told her, "You don't have to..."

"It's no problem." Trish said. "I need to get a drink anyways." Looking at
Mickie, she asked, "You want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Dale?"

"Same here."

"Alright then." Trish said, getting up and turning to look at Mickie. "See if
he wants to dance!" She mouthed before moving away.

Nodding, Mickie turned to Dale, smiling nervously. "Umm, Dale, can you
dance?" She asked.

Hearing the music playing, he shook his head. "I can't fast dance."

"Oh." Looking away, Mickie sat quietly, looking around for Trish. Spotting
her, Mickie shrugged at her.

"Why aren't you dancing?" Trish mouthed, holding the program so Lita could
sign it.

"He can't fast dance!" Mickie mouthed back.

Quickly nodding, Trish thanked Lita before moving up to the DJ. Leaning in,
she whispered something into his ear. Seeing him nod, she watched Trish move
away as he pulled out a series of records. Moving back towards the table,
Trish smiled as the DJ came over the speakers.

"Alright folks, were gonna slow things down here for a little while." He
said, putting on a slow song. "So grab your guy or girl and get your butts
on the dance floor.

Smiling, Mickie thanked Trish before turning to Dale. "Dale, can you slow
dance?"

Blushing, he turned towards the floor. "Umm...I...Umm..."

"Please?" Mickie asked softly, reaching out and taking his hand.

Feeling her soft hand holding his, he smiled, trying to find a way out.
"Mickie..."

"Please, Dale?" She asked again, standing up and moving around to his side of
the table. Taking both of his hands. "Come on, you said you couldn't dance to
fast music, and he's playing slow songs now. Please, dance with me?"

Smiling, Dale shook his head, standing up as Mickie smiled. "Alright." He
said. "But I'm warning you right now, I will step on your feet."

"That's fine." Mickie assured him, moving him skillfully the short distance
to the near corner of the dance floor.

"And I need you to be my eyes." He said. "I won't know if I'm gonna bump into
something."

"I will." She assured him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he
nervously put his arms around her waist.

As they slowly shuffled around and around, Mickie moved closer, hugging Dale
softly as she smiled at Trish, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Thank you." She mouthed.

Nodding, Trish mouthed back, "Can I dance with him next?"

Nodding, Mickie hugged him tighter, letting her head rest on his chest. "See.
You haven't stepped on my feet." She said with a smile.

"Wait for it." He said. "It's coming."

"Stop that." Mickie said softly. Looking up at him, she said, "You need to
stop being so negative. I know that it can't be easy for you like this, but
you're getting along ok, aren't you?"

"I guess..."

"And, your not wearing your food." She pointed out.

"I assume so." He said.

"Your not." She assured him. "And, I've had people who could see step on my
toes." Smiling, she added, "I'm just keeping mine a little further back with
you."

Smiling, he said, "Well, at least you're planning."

Hearing the song come to an end, Mickie turned towards Trish, who was getting
up from her seat.

"Trish wants to dance with you." Mickie said. "Is that ok?"

"Of course." He said, smiling. "Just let her in on the keeping her feet back
thing."

Giving him a final hug, Mickie smiled. "I will."

Moving away, Mickie whispered to Trish, "Keep your feet back so he doesn't
step on them." As Trish nodded and moved by, Mickie sat down in her chair as
Trish moved towards Dale. Taking his hands in hers, she slid them around her
waist before wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders.

"Hi, Dale." Trish said.

"Hi Trish." He said, smiling as she started moving.

"So, keep my feet back?" Trish asked with a smile.

"Unless you want them stepped on." He said.

"No, I don't think I want that."

"I wouldn't either." Looking away, he softly said, "Thank you again for
getting my program back. I would have gotten it myself, but..."

"No problem." Trish said. "Kenny needed to be put in his place anyways."
Smiling at him, Trish shifted gears mentally, putting herself into full
matchmaker mode. "So, Mickie tells me that you have a pretty rare photo of
her." She asked.

Nodding, he said, "Her old MCW promo."

"You know." Trish started, smiling as Mickie shook her head, knowing what
Trish was doing. "Mickie doesn't even have one of those."

"She told me that." He said. "MCW only made a dozen."

"And you got one?" She asked. When he nodded, she asked, "Do you mind telling
me where you got it?"

"Ebay." He said with a smile. "Where else could you find something like
that?"

"I should have known." She said. "Pay much for it?"

"To much." He said. "But I wanted it, so who cares, right?"

"How much did you pay?" Trish asked.

"To much." He repeated.

Smiling, she asked, "Alright, let me rephrase. How much is to much?" Seeing
him blush, she told him, "Come on. It can't be all that much."

Sighing, he softly said, "About three hundred."

"Dollars?"

"Dollars."

"Wow." Trish said, smiling. "You must really like Mickie."

Nodding, he told her, "She's my favorite wrestler. Male or female."

"Would you ever pay three hundred dollars for one of my pictures?" Trish
teased.

Smiling, he shrugged. "I'd pay that and more to see you again. But beyond
that, I don't know."

"You saying Mickie looks better than me?" Trish teased, smiling as he
blushed. "Huh?"

"I never said that."

"Well, I'm asking." Trish giggled. "Who looks better, me or Mickie?" Seeing
him smile, she pressed on. "Come on, I won't be mad."

"People only say that right before they get mad." Dale said.

"I promise." Trish assured him. "Do you think I look better, or does Mickie?"

Looking away slightly, he said, "Mickie."

"I figured as much." Trish said. "You must be a big fan of hers. Only a big
fan would go to all the trouble of tracking down that picture, let alone
paying that much for it."

"Or an obsessive fan, maybe." He said softly.

"I don't think you're obsessed." She said. "You didn't cry, or latch onto her
or anything like that."

"I wouldn't do that." He said. "I don't want to freak her out."

"Well?"

"It's just." He said, trailing off, looking for the right words. "It's just,
I get so nervous around her. When she was going to go get changed, she gave
me a kiss on the cheek...a peck, really, and I almost had a heart attack."

"That sounds more like a big crush than obsession to me." Trish said.

Shrugging, he admitted, "I don't know. I just know that she makes me
nervous."

"A good nervous or a bad nervous?"

Thinking, he said, "I'd have to say a good nervous, if there is such a
thing." Shaking his head, he added, "But if she knew how much I paid for that
picture, she'd probably freak."

"She'd be flattered." Trish assured him. "I know I would be."

"Have you ever have a fan spend that much on something of yours?"

"Besides on WWE auction?" Trish asked. When he nodded, she said, "I don't
know. No one's ever told me."

"Then how could you know?"

"Because I know." She said. "And I know that Mickie likes you too."

"I don't think..."

"You don't have to think." Trish said. "I know. She told me she thinks you're
cute."

"Cute can mean a lot of things." He said. "Babies are cute...of course, maybe
that's what she meant."

"What do you mean by that?"

Sighing, he let his shoulders fall. "Trish, I am a baby. I've been blind for
seven months, and I'm no closer to figuring out how to get by than I was
seven months ago." Shaking his head, he added, "And I don't think Mickie
would want to have to deal with that all the time. I know I wouldn't want to
put her thru that hell..."

Cutting him off, Trish put a finger against his lips, silencing him. "Look,
if I'm reading you wrong, and you don't like Mickie, that's fine." She said
softly but firmly. "But, if you're to scared to talk to Mickie because you
feel sorry about yourself, then maybe you don't deserve to have her like you
anyways."

Breaking apart from Dale, Trish moved over to Mickie, who was giving her a
questioning glance.

"Go dance with him." Trish said.

Nodding, Mickie jumped up, quickly moving over to Dale, who was beginning to
freak out at Trish's sudden disappearance. As Mickie slid into his arms, Dale
calmed down substantially.

"Trish, I'm sorry..."

"It's Mickie." Mickie said. Feeling him tense up, she held him tight. "I
don't know what just happened, but I'm here."

"I was talking with Trish, and I said something stupid." Dale admitted.

Moving over towards the two, Trish leaned in to Mickie, whispering, "Ask him
about the promo."

Nodding, Mickie looked up at Dale. "Dale, where did you get that promo of
me?" Seeing him try to shift his face away, she held him in place. "What's
wrong?"

"I got it on Ebay." He said softly, knowing where this line of questions was
heading.

Leaning in, Trish whispered, "Ask how much."

"How much did you pay for it?" Mickie asked. Seeing him blush, she smiled
softly. "You paid a lot for it, didn't you?" When he nodded, she asked, "How
much?"

"To much."

Holding him tightly, she asked, "Please, Dale?"

Sighing, he didn't know weather to hold her tighter or walk away completely,
not knowing which would calm his nerves. Realizing neither would help, he
softly, nervously said, "Like three hundred dollars."

Feeling her squeeze him tighter, he didn't know weather to take that as a
good sign or a bad one.

"Geez, three hundred?" She asked, smiling. "Am I really worth that much?"

Smiling, he let out a sigh, relieved that she hadn't reacted the way he
thought she was going to. "It was to me." He said. "You're my favorite
wrestler." Smiling shyly, he added, "I kinda feel weird dancing with you,
to be honest. I'm probably to big of a fan for my own good..."

"Dale, your not to big a fan." She said softly. "If anything, I'm not sure I
deserve a fan like you."

"Of course you do." He said. "It's just...I don't know...I told Trish that I
thought paying that much would seem kinda obsessive."

"No, no, no." Mickie said quickly. Grinning, she moved in closer. "And I'm
sure you're not obsessive."

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Because I've dealt with obsessive fans before." Mickie said. "And you ain't
one." Seeing him go to say something, she quickly asked, "Have you tried to
grab me and drag me away?"

"No."

"Well, do you have a shrine built in my honor?" Laughing, he shook his head.
Smiling, she hugged him tighter. "Well?" Seeing him smile, she smiled back.
"I think you're just trying to get out of dancing with me."

"Oh god no." He said quickly. "I like this. Dancing is good."

"Well." Mickie said, smiling as Trish smiled at them, nodding. "Maybe you'd
want to hang out some more? Like, somewhere else?"

"If you don't mind looking after me." He said.

"Of course not." She said. Smiling, she asked, "Maybe, if you want, we could
go back to my hotel and watch a movie?" Quickly realizing she used the word
"Watch", she quickly amended her offer, telling him, "Or we could..."

"I'll listen." He said, smiling. "If you'll describe it. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me." Mickie said, smiling.

Seeing her two projects hitting it off, Trish stood up, moving over towards
them. "Well, I think I better get going." Trish said. Taking Dale's hand, she
gave it a squeeze. "Nice meeting you, Dale."

"Nice meeting you too, Trish." He said. "And I'm sorry about.what I said
earlier."

"Water under the bridge." Handing him his program, she smiled. "You're all
set, except for the Spirit Squad."

"Thank you."

Mickie pulled apart from Dale, smiling at Trish. "Wanna share a cab? Me and
Dale are gonna go back to the hotel and watch a movie."

"Alright." Trish said, before mouthing, "I want details!"

Smiling, Mickie nodded before taking Dale's hand in hers and wrapping her arm
around him. Moving towards the door, they followed Trish as she led them out
of the club, quickly flagging down a taxi.

* * *

"Here, lemme help you with that." Mickie said, taking his coat and putting
it on a hanger before sliding it into the closet. Watching him kick off his
shoes, she quickly put them in the closet before closing the door.

Taking him by the arm, she moved him towards the couch, letting his hand find
the arm before he sat down. Moving to the other side of the couch, Mickie
grabbed the remote as she sat down, hitting the PPV button on it as the TV
came to life.

"Let's see." She said, looking over the options. "We have...King Kong."

"Pass." He said. "Seen it while it was in theaters."

"Alright...Chicken Little."

"Eh..."

"Oh! The Ringer!" Mickie said excitedly. "Can we watch that? Please?"

Smiling, he leaned back on the couch. "If you want."

"I want." Mickie said, smiling as she hit the order button.

Nodding, he smiled as the movie started up. "You don't have to describe
everything." He said. "Just...if there's a joke or something that needs
visuals."

"Will do." Mickie said, turning her attention to the TV screen.

Reaching up, Dale slid his glasses off. Setting them on the arm of the couch,
he asked her, "Do you mind?"

"Of course not." Mickie said quickly. "Make yourself comfortable."

Nodding, he readjusted himself on the couch, getting into optimum movie
watching position. Leaning back, he rested his neck and head on the back of
the couch. Smiling, Mickie watched as he unwound, almost seeing his muscles
relax as he stretched out.

"Comfy?"

"Very." He said, smiling. "Thanks for having me over."

"Thanks for coming over." She said.

Smiling, he asked, "Who am I to refuse the wishes of the WWE woman's
champion?"

Giggling, Mickie leaned against the arm of the couch, watching as the opening
credits of the movie came on.

* * *

Looking up at Dale, Mickie smiled at the peaceful look on his face. When she
had ordered the movie, she had sat him down on the far end of the couch,
making sure he had all the space he had needed to feel comfortable. But
slowly, as the movie had played, she inched closer, scooting a few inches
every few minutes until she was sitting next to him. Even when she had
wrapped his arm around her shoulders, he hadn't resisted like she had feared
he would.

Smiling as he rubbed her upper arm, Mickie looked up at Dale, grinning as she
decided to make her final scoot.

Moving his arm softly, she lifted herself up, moving over and sitting between
his legs. Hearing him sigh softly, she leaned back, her back pressing into
his chest. Taking his arms in her hands again, she wrapped them around her
shapely body, mimicking his sigh as she felt him hug her softly. As he held
her
softly but firmly against his body, Mickie worried slightly as his arms
rested against her body. She knew she wasn't as cut or as thin as most of the
other WWE Divas, but, at that moment, she hoped that Dale had been telling
the truth about what he had said before and was like every other wrestling
fan on the planet, picking his favorite Diva more for her looks than her
wrestling ability.

Feeling him rest his head next to hers, Mickie grinned. ~Maybe he's willing
to ignore the fact that I got a little move diva to hold onto.~ She thought,
leaning her head back to rest next to his.

Looking back at him, she took in the sight of his face, un-impeded by
sunglasses for the first time. Watching as he intently listened to the movie,
she licked her lips softly, reaching behind her and taking his face in her
hand. When he pulled his head up slightly, she struck, moving slowly and
kissing him softly on the lips.

Feeling her lips pressing against his, Dale held her tighter, his mind going
on autopilot as he kissed his favorite WWE Superstar, male or female, back.
Feeling her spin around slightly, he let his grip go slack so she could turn
around, facing him more head on as she kissed him again, her lips prying his
open softly as she tried to get her face level with his. Rubbing her hands
around his chest, she purred softly as his hands started to roam her back,
ever so slightly touching the top of her butt. Reaching back, she took his
hands in hers and pushed them down, moaning softly as he took the hint and
cupped her rump.

As his hands caressed and massaged her plump backside, Mickie hissed softly
into another kiss, pulling back and craning her head down, licking his neck
softly as he tilted his head back, giving her full and complete access.

"Touch me, Dale." Mickie whispered. "Touch me anywhere...everywhere...touch
me."

Moving his hands around to the front, he rubbed her thighs thru her tight
jeans, gaining another moan from Mickie's full lips.

"More." Mickie urged, moving back up and kissing him on the lips again.

Moving his hands north, he rubbed her sides, starting Mickie's engine with a
purr.

"Yes..." She hissed, holding him tight. "God, Dale, touch me...I need you to
touch me."

"Mickie..." He said softly, his lips seeking out hers again.

As she gave him what he craved, he returned the favor, moving his hands
inwards, cupping her large breasts thru her shirt, making her moan loudly
around his lips, thankful that his latest touch hadn't crossed any lines.

Panting softly, Mickie held him tightly. "Dale, do you have a condom?"

Dale sat in stunned silence, not knowing how to answer, positive his dream
girl didn't just ask him what he thought she had, and making him to stunned
to answer even if he believed it had happened.

"Dale, condom?" She asked again, again to no reply Pulling back slightly, she
looked at him, his flustered face sucking in huge gulps of air. "Dale, don't
you want to do this?" She asked softly, almost scared of the answer.

Snapping himself out of his trance, Dale realized that an answer had to be
given. Rubbing her sides softly, he said, "Yes, I do want to do this, and...
kinda."

"Kinda?" Mickie asked, confused.

Nodding, he said, "I'm sure I have one in my wallet...but it's been there a
while...so it's probably not any good."

Smiling, Mickie gave him a kiss before moving off of him and off the couch.
Feeling her body leave him, Dale started to panic, wondering what he had done
right to cause her to ask him if he had protection, and what he had done
wrong to make her leave his lap when he told her he didn't. Feeling her hands
take his, he let her pull him up to his feet.

"Come on." Mickie said, guiding him towards the closet. Opening it, she
pulled his shoes out, setting them on the floor in front of his feet. "Left
foot." She said.

~Is she kicking me out?~ Dale thought, his mind going into full blow panic
mode as he gave Mickie his left foot. As she slid his shoe on, he thought,
~She's kicking me out!~

"Right foot." Mickie said, smiling. "So, you had a condom, huh?"

"Tw...two..." Dale stuttered, giving her his right foot and letting her slide
his shoe on.

Standing up, Mickie gave him a peck on the lips, only adding to his
confusion. "Eh, don't worry if their no good." Taking his coat and slinging
it over his shoulders, she slid on her own shoes as she gave him an evil
grin. "Two wasn't going to be enough anyways." Sliding her coat on, she took
him by the arm, leading him towards the door. "Come on, let's go."

"Go where?" Dale asked, his mind running thru all the possibilities of what
was going on. "And can I get my glasses?

"There's a pharmacy across the street." Mickie said. "And we need to get you
some condoms. We'll only be a minute, so you don't need your glasses."

"Condoms?" Dale asked hesitantly.

"Yes, condoms." Mickie said. "You did say you wanted to do this, right?"

"Of course!" he said quickly. "It's just, what the hell is going on? Are you
kicking me out? If so, could you at least call Katie...?"

"I'm not kicking you out!" Mickie said quickly, realizing for the first time
that she hadn't full explained to him what she was planning. "Jeez, why would
I kick you out?"

"I thought I messed up somehow." He said softly.

Moving him down the hall, she smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You didn't mess up." Moving into the elevator, she hit the button for the
ground floor. "Now, come on, we have protection to buy."

Hearing the doors slide closed, Dale said the first thing that popped into
his mind.

"Does that mean you still wanna?"

Smiling, Mickie pulled him down to her level, kissing him on the lips. "I
still very much wanna."

* * *

"Alright, here we are." Mickie told him. "The condom rack. What type do you
use?"

Hearing her question, Dale raced to find an answer, but came up empty.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Mickie asked. When he nodded, she asked, "How can a guy
forget his favorite condom?"

"It's been a while." He admitted.

Nodding, Mickie asked, "You said you had some in your wallet?"

"Two."

Moving closer, Mickie asked, "Where's your wallet?"

"Front right pocket." He said, gasping slightly as her hand dove into the
pocket and retrieved his wallet.

Quickly opening it, Mickie checked the usual spots for condoms before coming
upon the two in question. Pulling them out, she quickly eyed the wrapper,
smiling as she inspected them.

"Holy shit!" Mickie said, not believing what she had in her hand. "There
almost disintegrated! How long have they been here?"

Blushing, Dale said, "Since I was sixteen."

"And your how old?"

"Twenty three."

"Man, you need to keep these things fresh." Mickie said with a grin. "You
never know when your gonna need them to have sex with a WWE Diva."

"How was I supposed to know this would come up?" He said defensively. "I have
some at home in my dresser!"

"Which does us no good right now." She said, smiling. "So, narrow it down a
little. Do you remember the brand?"

"Umm, Trojan I think."

Looking back at the rack, Mickie grinned. "That doesn't narrow it down much.
Anything else?"

Thinking for a minute, he added, "I seem to remember purple."

Checking the selection again, Mickie nodded. Seeing the two purple Trojan
boxes, she smiled.

~Magnum and Her Pleasure. Both are good options.~ She thought with a grin.

"Alright, that narrows it down to two. Do either light purple or dark purple
ring any bells?"

Mulling it over, he thought before saying, "Light purple."

Grinning at his selection, she moved closer, hugging him and pulling him down
for a kiss. "The condom you have selected is the Trojan Her Pleasure model."

Grinning at her performance, he told her softly, "That sounds familiar."

Smiling, she looked back. "Alright, all we need is a size, and we'll be all
set." Looking back at him, she smiled as he blushed. "Don't know?"

"Nope."

"You mean you don't remember?"

"Nope."

Smiling, she asked, "You mean you've never whipped it out and measured it."

Laughing, he shook his head. "No!"

Trying to figure out a way go get the information she need, Mickie briefly
considered taking one of each before an idea popped into her head. "Dale, can
I do something?" She asked sweetly. "It's a tool for gathering information so
we can get out of here and back to my hotel ASAP."

"Ok." He answered quickly, wanting to do anything he could to get back to her
hotel.

Looking around, Mickie made sure they were alone in the isle before reaching
out and cupping his crotch, making him moan as she rubbed her hand around,
feeling his cock come to life. Moving closer, she kept an eye out for anyone
as she moved her hand from the front of his pants, lifting up his shirt and
pushing her hand down inside his boxers, stroking his member to hardness.
Looking up at him, she saw the look of panic on his face.

"Mickie..." He started nervously, before she cut him off.

"I'm watching out." She assured him. "If someone comes, I'll just slid it
out, ok?"

"Your hand or my dick?"

"My hand." Mickie assured him with a giggle, giving him another few pumps to
calm his nerves and make sure he was fully hard. Pulling his pants out a bit,
she peeked down into the darkness, smiling at her handy work. Pulling her
hand out, she moved to the rack, grabbing the right box. "Alright, lets get
going." She said, smiling as she wrapped her arm around his again.

Smiling, Dale let her lead him towards the front of the store. "Do we have
to?" he asked. "I was starting to enjoy that."

"I bet." Mickie said. Looking at him, she said, "Well, we could stay here and
I could give you a hand job, or we can go back to my room and do much, much
more."

Nodding, he smiled, asking, "Are we at the counter yet?"

"Almost."

"Can we hurry?" He asked, gaining a giggle from her.

"No." Mickie said firmly. "No rushing."

"Please?" He asked. "Don't they have an express lane?"

"It's a pharmacy, not a grocery store." She said. "No express lane." Smiling
as he grumbled softly, she hugged him tightly. "Don't worry, I'll make it up
to you." She assured him.

"How?" He asked, smiling playfully.

"Well, I am going to have sex with you." She said. "I think that's worth
quite a bit in the make up department."

"I guess." He said, squeezing her hand as she moved them up.

Setting the condoms down on the counter, Mickie quickly pulled out the
necessary cash, giving it to the girl working the counter and waving off the
change as she took the small bag from her.

"Come on, you." Mickie teased, pulling Dale towards the door.

Pulling him out the door, she quickly glanced down both ways of the street.
Seeing no traffic, she led him across the street, quickly getting him into
the lobby and moving towards the elevator.

"Are we there yet?" Dale asked, smiling as Mickie pushed the button for her
floor. "What was that? The elevator?"

"Yup." Mickie said, sliding into his arms and kissing his neck softly.

"So, not much longer?" He asked, rubbing her soft, sexy body.

"Getting anxious, are we?" She asked.

"Very."

Hearing the door open, Mickie quickly checked that it was the right floor
before pulling him out of the elevator, moving him as quickly as she dared
towards her room. Reaching into her pocket, she fumbled with her key card,
sliding it in the door and quickly opening it. As the door closed, Mickie
pounced on him again, pulling him down and kissing him softly.

Breaking free for a minute, he asked, "Mickie?"

"Dale?"

"You said something earlier that got me thinking."

"Which was?"

"That two condoms wouldn't be enough."

"The way I feel, I'm not sure one box will be enough."

"That's fine, but, I assume by that you meant I'd be here a while?"

"Hopefully longer than a while, but yea."

"Alright, could you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Not that kind of something.at least not right now."

"Alright, what?"

"Could you call Katie and let her know that you'll be looking after me
tonight? She's probably getting worried that I haven't called..."

"Oh, I'll be looking after you tonight all right."

"Should I be afraid or should I be happy?"

"I promise you, I'll make you very, very happy."

"Could you call her, please?"

Nodding, Mickie moved him over to the bed, sitting him down and kissing him
softly before reaching into her jeans, pulling out the number Katie had given
her before dialing the phone. Waiting for a minute, Mickie shook her head,
sighing softly.

"Voice mail." Mickie said. "I'll leave a message." Waiting for the beep,
Mickie smiled, saying, "Hi, Katie, this is Mickie James. Dale and I are gonna
watch some movies tonight, so I'll be looking after him. Don't worry, he's
been very helpful in teaching me how to look after him, so he's in good
hands. I'll drop him off sometime tomorrow. Bye."

Hearing the phone hang up, Dale smiled. "I'm in good hands, am I?"

"Very good hands, if I do say so myself." Mickie said, quickly moving back to
the bed and sitting next to him.

Moving closer, Dale held her softly, his hands rubbing her sides as she moved
in, kissing him softly on the lips. Pulling away slightly, Mickie scooted
onto the bed, taking Dales hands and leading him onto the center of the bed.
Kissing him softly, she smiled.

"Alright, I want me naked now." She giggled, kissing him again as she waited
for him to follow her instructions.

"Umm, slight problem." He said.

"Which is?"

"What are you wearing?" He asked. "I can't see, so I'm kinda flying blind
here, pardon the pun."

"Jeans and a top." Mickie said.

"What kind of top?"

Taking his hands in hers, she smiled, putting them on her tummy. "Feel around
and find out."

Nodding, Dale got started, his hands gliding over her tummy. Cooing softly,
Mickie closed her eyes, loving the feeling as he stroked her soft skin.
Feeling his hand start to shake, she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing he was
trembling, she quickly moved his hands away.

"Dale, what is it?" She asked softly. Reaching over, she rubbed his jaw
softly. "Is this a fan thing? Because I swear, that stuff doesn't matter to
me..."

Shaking his head, Dale said, "It's not a fan thing...it's a blind thing."
Sighing softly, he told her, "I can't see you. I can't tell if I'm doing
good, or if I'm doing bad, or if I'm pleasing or hurting you..." Looking
down, he softly added, "Unless you say something while I'm holding you, I
can't even be sure it's you in my arms..."

Moving to him, Mickie took him in her arms, kissing him before pulling him
into a tight hug. "If you do good and please me, I'll tell you. If you do
bad and hurt me, I'll tell you." Pulling him back and kissing him on the
forehead, she said, "And I'll be the only one with you tonight. Anyone you
touch will be me, and only me." Seeing him nod, she smiled. "So, please,
take off my clothes."

Nodding, Dale reached out, taking Mickie into his arms again. Reaching
around, he felt her shirt, smiling at her.

"No buttons." He said. "That's a good start."

Reaching down, he grabbed her shirt, pulling it free from her jeans before
pulling it up and over her head.

"Figures." Mickie said with a smile. "Guy can't see, and he still goes right
for the boobs."

"There nice boobs!" Dale said defensively.

"There not real."

"Still nice."

"They suit me though." Mickie said. "A thick girl needs a big pair."

"Will you stop with that thick crap?" he asked. "You're not thick. Your
curvy." Reaching up, he took her face in his hand, pulling her in for a soft
kiss. "You're my favorite Diva. Even though you're a wicked wrestler, that's
not why you're my favorite." Smiling, he kissed her again. "You're my
favorite because you're smoking hot." Rubbing her tummy, he smiled as she
cooed. "So sexy, and curvy, and beautiful." Moving his hands to her jeans,
he quickly found her fly, undoing it and quickly pulling it apart. Rubbing
her firm thighs, he added, "And, for the record, a girl needs a little meat
on her bones. It's just not healthy if she doesn't."

"But..."

"But nothing." He said firmly. "Say it with me. I'm curvy."

Smiling, Mickie went with the flow. "I'm curvy."

"I'm sexy."

"I'm sexy."

"I'm beautiful."

"I'm beautiful."

"There, was that so hard?" He asked.

"No."

"Good, now, if you're done putting down your curvy good looks, can I get back
to getting you naked?"

"Would you?" She asked, smiling. "I'm waiting half naked here."

"Well, that won't do." He said, smiling. "At the very least, I should be
making you wait fully naked."

"With all my curves exposed?"

"Exactly." He answered. "And, since I can't see, I'm going to have to use my
other senses to know just how sexy those curves are."

As he reached for her pants, Mickie smiled. "Other senses?" When he nodded,
she giggled. "So you're gonna hear how sexy I am?"

Smiling, he hooked his fingers into her waistline and pulling them down and
off. "I'm hoping to use that sense to know if I'm doing good."

"Oh, trust me, you do good, your gonna hear it." Mickie assured him. "I'm a
screamer."

"So I might end up deaf by the end of the night?" He joked.

"Maybe." Mickie said. "So, not hearing?" When he nodded, she grinned.

Caressing her hips and thighs softly, he tried to get a feel for the kind of
underwear she was wearing. "Just normal panties?" He asked.

"Yup." Mickie said. "Nothing fancy."

"But very sexy." He said.

"So, if not hearing, then what?" She asked, smiling as he hooked his fingers
in her waistband again. "Smell?"

Leaning down, he drew in a deep breath of her scent. As he pulled down her
panties, he smiled. "Scent doesn't come into play very much in love making."

"It can." She assured him. "Sex has a smell."

"I suppose." He said. "So, I guess that'll be another one I use to know if
I'm doing good."

Seeing his head hovering over her bare core, Mickie shivered slightly.
Seeing his hand toss her panties aside and return to her leg, her shivering
increased. Feeling both hands move up her legs, then thighs, heading straight
for her pussy, her shivers turned into full-blown quivers.

"Taste, maybe?" Mickie asked hopefully.

Smiling, Dale rubbed her folds softly, smiling at the smooth skin. "Mmmmmm,
I like this." He said, leaning down and flicking his tongue along her pussy
lips, making her jump.

Moaning softly, Mickie rubbed herself, her hands gliding over her body as
Dale lapped at her folds happily. Feeling him pull back slightly, Mickie
wanted to cry, but thought better of it. She knew confidence would be an
issue tonight, and screaming at him to eat her wouldn't help matters any.

~He's shown he willing to do it, so he'll do it again.~ Mickie reassured
herself.

"So, taste?" Mickie asked.

Shaking his head, he said, "Taste is more a way to please you."

Smiling, Mickie watched as he moved up her body again, trailing kisses in
his wake. "So, what's left?" Arching her back, she let him reach behind her,
taking the hooks of her bra and quickly undoing them. "You know, I know guys
who can see that are baffled by that." She said with a giggle. "And you still
haven't told me how you're going to find out how sexy my curves are."

Pulling her bra off, Dale tossed it aside before putting his hands on her
tummy, rubbing her belly softly before moving slowly towards her breasts.
Feeling her squirm again, Dale smiled as he leaned down, searching out her
lips as his hands found her breasts.

"Touch." He said softly, her lips finding his just as his hands cupped her
breasts.

"Touch?" Mickie asked playfully.

"Touch."

Smiling, she kissed him again, licking his lips slightly. "Are you sure it
isn't taste? I think it might be taste. I think we gave up to quick on
taste."

"Positive."

"Could you check again?" Mickie asked. "Please?"

Smiling, Dale gave her a parting kiss on her lips before moving back down
Mickie's squirming body, peppering her skin with kisses and licks as he
worked his way south. Using his hands as his guide, he slowly moved towards
her core again. Giving her delicate folds a soft kiss, he stuck out his
tongue, lapping at her slick lips. Dragging his tongue along her pussy, he
tried in vain to clean her juices from her body, his efforts made moot by
the fact that she was producing slickness quicker than he could clean it up.

Pulling back, he gave her another kiss on her sensitive lips, smiling as she
cooed happily. "Nope, not taste." He said. "Sorry."

"Can we try again later?" Mickie asked.

Smiling, he moved back up her body, taking her face in his hands. "Of
course."

Looking up at him, Mickie touched his face softly. "Dale, why do you have
your eyes closed?"

Suddenly growing shy, Dale looked away. "My Ex and I tried to have sex after
I was blinded, and she told me she couldn't because of my eyes." He told her
softly. "She told me it was like I didn't have a soul. Hence why she's my
ex."

"That's harsh." Mickie said. "Why would she say that?" When he shrugged, she
held him tighter. "Open your eyes." When he hesitated, she kissed him softly.
"Please?"

Sighing, Dale tried looking away, but Mickie held him firm. Blinking a few
times, he opened his eyes, nervously awaiting her reaction. Feeling her
pulling his head down, he smiled as her lips met his again, kissing him.

"It doesn't bother me." Mickie said. "Honestly, it's better than having them
closed. That's what looks weird to me."

"Ok."

Rubbing her hands together, Mickie giggled happily. "So, can I get you naked
now?"

"If you want."

"Want?" Mickie asked, smiling. "What, you know a different way to have sex?"

Smiling, he shrugged. "Well, we don't have to be fully nude."

"I'm not nude." Mickie insisted. "You forgot my socks."

"I don't plan on having sex with your feet." Dale informed her.

"No?" Mickie asked playfully. "I can think of a few things you could do with
them..."

Shaking his head, Dale grinned. "Sorry, but no. But I will take your sock off
for you if you want."

"Please."

Nodding, Dale sat up, kneeling between her legs. Taking the left one in his
hands, he slowly moved it up until it was at a ninety-degree angle to her
body. Rubbing her firm thighs softly, he smiled as she squirmed under his
touch.

"A bit wound up?" He asked with a smile.

"No, not a bit." She said. "A whole friggin lot!"

Smiling, he cradled her leg against his body, leaning forward and finding her
calf. Flicking out his tongue, he swatted at the firm flesh as he continued
to rub her thighs, slowly moving his hands upwards her knee, then higher and
higher until he finally reached her foot. Fumbling slightly, he found the
elastic of the top and slid his thumbs under it, peeling the tight fabric off
before taking her foot into his hands. Rubbing his thumbs along the instep of
her foot, he smiled as she moaned softly, her butt wiggling on the bed and
rubbing against his crotch.

"I thought you didn't like feet?" Mickie asked before another moan poured out
of her lungs.

"I never said I didn't like them." He corrected her. "I just said I didn't
find anything sexual about them." Giving her foot another solid rub, he
smiled as she groaned happily. "But, apparently, you do."

"A good foot massage is the way to a woman's heart." Mickie assured him.
Smiling, she added, "And anywhere else on her body you may want to go."

"Well, right now, I want to go to the other foot." He said.

Letting go of her foot, he gave her a peck on the instep, making her giggle
before letting it fall slowly to the bed. As he felt her leg wrap around his
waist, he reached down, gently grabbing her other leg and pulling it up.
Grabbing her sock, he peeled it off and tossed it to the side along with the
rest of her clothes. Going to move back down, he found her hand pressing
against his chest, stopping him.

"Rub that one too?" She asked softly.

"Sore, is it?"

"Very." Mickie said. "Wrestling, and dancing, and all that walking around we
did..."

"Poor baby." Dale said, grinning as he quickly found her foot and started
rubbing the underside of it, making her purr softly. "Let Dale make it
better."

"So, so sore..." Mickie moaned softly, relaxing fully on the bed as his
skillful hands worked her foot.

Kissing her calves, Dale rubbed her sole softly but firmly, drinking in
Mickie's soft moans. "So, do you have, like, a foot fetish or something?"

"I wouldn't call it a fetish." Mickie said. "I just like foot massages."

Smiling, he gave her foot a quick peck before letting it slide down his body.
Following its lead, he laid over Mickie again, quickly finding her lips and
giving her a soft kiss.

"Well, anytime you want a foot massage, I'm game." He said.

"Right now..." Mickie said, smiling as she rubbed his chest. "I want to get
you naked."

"No arguments here." He said, smiling as he gave her a peck on the lips.

"Alright, sit up." Mickie said, scooting out from under him as he sat up.

Moving so she was kneeling in front of him, Mickie reached down, grabbing the
bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head, stopping when she
had his arms above his head and kissing him. As she tossed his shirt to the
side, she leaned in, kissing his chest with soft kisses, making him moan as
she kissed lower and lower.

"On your back." Mickie said.

Moving quickly, Dale felt around for the edge of the bed, and, not finding
it near him, stretched out cautiously. Satisfied with his position, he smiled
as Mickie straddled him, her hands rubbing his stomach and chest.

"You work out." She said, leaning down and kissing his chest again.

"Its one of the things I can do inside that I like doing." He said.

Smiling, Mickie reached down, taking his fly in her hands, making him moan.
"Well, I'm hoping you'll like doing this."

"I'm positive I will." He said, moaning softly as she rubbed his penis thru
his jeans.

"Is this for me?" Mickie asked softly, stroking his rock hard member.

"If you want it."

"I want it." Mickie said, hunger creeping into her voice. "I want to see it,
smell it, feel it, hear it pushing inside me..."

Smiling, he asked, "What about taste?"

"Not taste." Mickie said. "Completely devour."

Shivering slightly, Dale nodded. "If that's what you want..."

"It is." Mickie said, making short work of his fly and unzipping his jeans.
"Lift your hips up."

Doing as he was told, he waited eagerly as Mickie slid his jeans off, hearing
them land with a thud on the floor to his left before feeling her fingers
hook into his boxers. Lifting his hips again, he moaned softly as she pulled
them down and off, tossing them aside before making quick work of his socks.
Feeling her move around the bed, he waited as she opened the box of condoms,
quickly pulling one out before scooting back over to him. Feeling her curling
up against his leg, Dale's breathing picked up as her hand gripped his rod
softly, stroking his hard member.

Smiling, Mickie leaned down, licking the tip and making Dale jump slightly.
"Lucky me, lucky me." Mickie mused, stroking her new toy.

"Lucky you?" Dale asked, confused.

"Yup. Lucky me."

"Why lucky you?"

"Well, for starters, your bigger than Kenny." Mickie said. "Not like triple
him bigger, but noticeably bigger."

"Ok."

"And, second, I know you're going to be good."

"And you know that how?"

"Because you're my number one fan."

"Oh god..."

"You are my number one fan, aren't you?"

"I guess..."

"You guess? If your not sure, maybe I should go find my number one fan..."

"I'm your number one fan."

"I thought so. And, as such, I know my number one fan wouldn't let me down."

"Geez, pressure much?"

"My number one fan wouldn't let me leave here tomorrow unfulfilled."

"Tomorrow?"

"I said I was gonna take care of you, didn't I?"

"Yea, I guess..."

"And it wouldn't be nice of me to take you home in the middle of the night,
would it?"

"Probably not."

"I know my number one fan will make me come."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

"You sound pretty sure."

"I'm very sure."

"How are you so sure?"

Gripping his rod, she pumped it softly as she ducked her head down, taking
the tip into her mouth and sucking it softly, making Dale moan. Letting it
slide out of her mouth with a slither of her tongue, she told him, "Because
my number one fan wouldn't let me down."

"Oh god, I hope not." Dale moaned.

Taking the condom wrapper between her teeth, Mickie quickly opened the
wrapper and rolled the latex down his cock, giving him a few strokes for good
measure before moving to lie beside him.

"Please, put it in me." Mickie asked softly.

Nodding, Dale quickly scrambled into position, his hands fumbling around
Mickie's neither regions, quickly lining his shaft up with her dripping hole.
Smiling softly, he told her, "I should tell you, I haven't done this since
the accident."

"I thought you and your ex..."

"Tried." He said. "She couldn't get past the eyes, so that flame of passion
burnt out pretty quick."

Smiling, Mickie slid her legs around his waist. "It's ok." She said. "I'm
willing to let you use me as a guinea pig."

"I didn't mean that..."

Giggling, she said, "I know what you meant. And I'm willing to work with you.
Go as slow as you want." Rubbing his stomach, he smiled, adding, "But don't
forget. We're re-trying taste later."

Nodding, he gripped his cock, pushing forward and sliding into her soft
folds. Pushing in as deep as he could go, he leaned down, laying over her as
she gripped him tightly.

"Stop, stop, stop." Mickie quickly said, hissing softly. Feeling him go to
pull out, she quickly wrapped her legs around him, holding him in place.
"Don't pull out, just give me a minute."

"Does it hurt?" He asked hesitantly.

"A little." Kissing him softly, she assured him, "In the best way possible.
Just gimme a minute."

Nodding, Dale leaned down kissing her face before moving down, quickly
finding her neck and kissing it, keeping himself occupied while she adjusted
to having him inside of her. Planting open mouth kissing on her neck and
throat, he flicked his tongue along her windpipe, listening to her coo softly
as he did. Ducking his head down lower, he smiled as Mickie moaned, his mouth
quickly finding her breast and flicking his tongue across her nipple.

"Yes..." Mickie moaned, holding his head steady. "Alright, alright, go..."

Pulling out slowly, Dale eased his penis out of her tight vice, not wanting
to leave her warmth but knowing he'd be returning shortly. Rubbing her other
breast with his hand, he attacked her nipple gently, pushing back into her
and listening to her moans for any hints of the pain from before. Not hearing
any, he pulled out again, loving the soft whimpers Mickie made when he pulled
out, only to moan when he pushed back in.

Feeling her arms squeeze around him tightly, Dale pushed into her again and
again, each thrust landing with a soft slap as thighs met ass. Licking her
hard nub, he suckled her softly, letting her moans and groans be his guide
as to weather he was doing good or not. And, as promised, Mickie was very
responsive, sobbing in lust with each little touch. Pulling his head up, he
quickly found her hands wrapping around it, trying to force him back down.

"Mickie, you don't have to fake it." He said softly. "I mean, my ego can
handle it if you're not coming with each thrust."

"You think I'm faking?" Mickie whined, craning her neck down and kissing him
passionately. Breaking apart, she whined louder, his pumps hitting home in
just the right way. "What did I tell you?" Smiling, she told him, "I'm a
screamer, and you ain't heard nothing yet!"

Smiling, Dale nodded before letting her hands pull his head back to her
breast, shifting to the neglected right one and taking her nipple into his
mouth, raking his teeth across it softly and gaining a ear piercing scream
from his lover. Lapping at her hardened nipple, he thrust into her harder
now, confidant that he wasn't hurting her anymore. Hearing her screaming
and moaning pick up, he knew he was doing what she wanted.

"Oh, fuck..." Mickie whined, her legs wrapping tighter around Dale's waist,
rising and falling with his hips as he pushed into her again and again.
"Fuck me, Dale..."

Moving back up to her lips, he kissed her, hovering over her head, her arms
wrapping around his neck and holding him in place. Sliding his tongue across
her lips, he smiled as she quickly shot hers out to meet it, aggressively
slapping his and making him moan. Suckling her tongue, he pulled back slowly,
letting her stick out her tongue as far as she could, not wanting to break
the contact.

Smiling, he rubbed her sides, making her moan. "I take it I'm doing ok?"

"Very ok." Mickie whined, her legs now pulling her hips up to meet his,
impaling herself on his cock with each thrust.

Leaning down, he kissed her cheek, asking, "So, do you wanna stop right now
and go back to trying taste?"

"Fuck no!" Mickie yelled, hitting him playfully. "You stop now and I'm
leaving!"

"Resorting to threats now?" He asked, smiling.

"I'll do whatever I have to do." She said.

Pouting slightly, he asked, "You'd leave a poor, defenseless blind man alone
in a strange hotel room?"

Giggling, Mickie said, "If you stop, I'll take it under serious
consideration."

"Well, I better not stop, should I?"

"My number one fan wouldn't stop." Mickie teased. "He'd make sure that I come
over and over again."

"Well, if I last long enough to make you come once I'd be happy." He said.
"You are my fav..."

"Stop that." Mickie said, swatting him playfully. "I'm just another girl..."

"Who happens to be hot as hell..."

"Just another girl..."

"Just another girl my ass." He said, diving down and kissing her neck. "Just
another hot, sexy, curvy, beautiful woman who I want to please again and
again, and make sure she knows that I'm her biggest fan."

Moaning, she told him with a smile, "If you're not my biggest fan, I'm
betting your close."

"Are you calling me thick?" He asked, licking her neck, moving towards her
ear lobe.

"In a very good way." Mickie said. "And long..."

"I'm glad I'm good enough." He said, smiling as he took her ear lobe into his
mouth, licking it softly.

"Your doing fine." She told him. "Very, very fine."

Holding her tightly, he asked, "Where is the edge of the bed?"

"About...three feet either way. Why?"

Gripping her tight, he quickly rolled them over, moving her on top. Smiling,
Mickie sat up slightly, putting her hands on his chest and letting her legs
slid out to the side. Lifting herself up, she pulled off of his cock, moaning
as she emptied herself before dropping back down. Feeling his hands slide up
her body and cup her breast, she smiled happily as he rubbed her nipples
softly.

Giggling, Mickie asked, "You're learning brail, right?" When he nodded, she
laughed, asking, "Do you know what they mean in brail?"

Grinning, he rolled the hard nubs around softly, telling her, "I think
loosely translated it means, "Please don't stop, you're doing something
right."."

Leaning back further, Mickie bounced happily in his lap, riding his cock as
she moaned and groaned louder and louder. Leaning back, she yelped as his
cock rubbed against her g spot. Feeling his hands slide up her body, she
cooed loudly as they cupped her bouncing breasts again, palming the large
orbs and caressing them softly. Looking down at him, she noticed he had
closed his eyes again.

"Dale, your eyes." She said.

"I know." He answered, smiling. "I'm just trying to get a mental picture of
your hot, curvy body riding me."

"I'm soaked with sweat, if that helps at all." Mickie teased.

"It helps a lot." He said. "God, I wish I could see it..."

"I wish you could too."

Smiling, he thumbed her nipples, loving her whining moans. "Well, as much as
it sucks that I can't, I'd rather feel it and not be able to see it than see
it and not feel it."

"Does it feel good?" Mickie asked, her hands covering his as he continued to
play with her breasts. "Does my pussy feel good sliding up and down you big,
thick pole?"

"Oh god yes..."

"How about the rest of me?" She asked. "How does my thick body feel?"

Feeling him pump up into her roughly, Mickie whined as she bounced up and
down, her comments clearing triggering something.

"Curvy!" He hissed. "If I hear thick one more time, I'm leaving!"

"Resorting to threats?" She asked.

"If that's what it takes." He said. Rubbing her chest, he moved down, rubbing
his hands over her stomach and curling around to cup her ass. "Thick is ugly.
Curves are sexy."

"Do you think I'm sexy?" Mickie asked.

"You are the very essence of sexy." He said. Giving her butt a squeeze, he
moaned as her pussy contracted around his rod again. "God, Mickie...I've had
a crush on you since I first saw you..." Moving his hands back around to the
front, he cupped her breasts again, telling her, "I was so worried when you
signed with the WWE that they'd make you get all kinds of surgery and totally
kill what I loved about you."

"I got those done on my own." Mickie moaned. "I hope you like them..."

"I like you." He said. "Whatever you are, I like. I used to like you as a
wrestler when you were in TNA, but now..."

"Don't you like me wrestling?" She asked softly.

"I love you wrestling." He said, smiling. "But now, you're so hot...so
womanly..."

"That's a kind word for..."

"Don't say it." He said, reaching behind her and pulling her down on top of
him. "Curvy, sexy woman..."

Resting her arms beside his head, Mickie continued to ride him, slowing her
pace as her body started tingling. Kissing him, Mickie let her head rest
against his, his thrusts into her matching perfectly with her sliding up and
down his shaft.

Rolling back over so he was on top again, Dale thrust into Mickie, her legs
immediately wrapping back around his waist as her arms wrapped around his
neck, keeping him close as she moaned and groaned loudly, her noise getting
louder with each pump. Pulling back slightly, Dale latched onto her right
nipple with his lips, sucking the hard nub softly as Mickie's moans and
groans turned to pure screams.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Dale, Dale, fuck, fuck!" Mickie screamed loudly,
her hips bucking to meet his rod. "God, I'm coming! Dale, don't stop!"

Redoubling his efforts, Dale pushed into her faster, her dripping slickness
making the pushing easy and smooth. Feeling her begin to shake, he held her
tight, pushing into her again and again, her screaming egging him on. As her
whole body began to tremble, he sucked her nipple softly, hoping to add just
a little bit of pleasure to her orgasm as she bucked wildly on the bed.

"Coming, coming, coming!" Mickie screamed, her arms locking in a death grip
around Dale as she refused to let him leave, her body needing the release he
was giving her too much.

Feeling his own climax rapidly approaching, Dale tried to slow down and hold
off, but Mickie quickly put an end to that.

"Faster, harder!" Sobbing loudly, Mickie's hands rubbed around on Dale's neck
and shoulders, urging him to keep servicing her breasts.

Picking up speed again, Dale tried to hold off, letting Mickie's pleasure be
the center of his world as she cried out again and again, her pussy squeezing
his dick tightly as she came. As her voice started to loose some of it's
thunder, Dale felt her arms start to go slack, his sign to stop holding back
and finally give in to his own pleasure.

Grunting softly, Dale held her close, pushing into her softly, taking care
not to be to rough with her hyper-sensitive pussy as he came, moaning softly
as Mickie urged him on. Signing softly, he partially collapsed on top of her,
keeping his upper body up with his elbows.

Drawing in deep, heavy breaths, Mickie held Dale softly, her hands stroking
his head and neck softly.

"See?" She said, smiling. "I told you that you wouldn't let me down."

Smiling, he scooted up to her face, missing with a few kisses before finding
her lips.

"God, I hope not." He said.

Sliding out of her with a groan, Dale laid back on the bed, smiling as Mickie
quickly snuggled up against him, her head resting on her chest.

"Thank you, Mickie." He said softly.

"Why are you thanking me?" She asked.

"Well, you didn't have to do this..."

Silencing him with a kiss, she said, "I wanted to." Smiling, she rubbed his
tummy, raking her nails over his slick flesh softly. "I still want to."

"More?" He asked, letting his head drop back onto the bed.

"Hey, you're my number one fan." Mickie said. "I thought you'd be up for
more."

"I'm also human." He said, smiling. Hugging her softly, he said, "Just give
me a minute to calm down."

Smiling, Mickie laid against his body, her head rising and falling with his
chest. Snuggling close to Dale, she held him tight, her body draped over his
as he slowly caught his breath.

"So." Dale asked, smiling. "Was this your plan all along?"

"What?"

"To...you know...do it with me."

"No." Mickie said. "Honestly, I just wanted to spend some time with you. Then
the thing with Kenny happened, and we ended up at the club.around then is
when I started thinking about it."

"Sorry about the thing with Kenny, by the way."

"Like Trish said, nothing you could have done." She assured him.

"Still, I don't like arguments, especially when I'm the thing in the middle."
He said. "And I shouldn't have said anything to Trish about my program. As
soon as she went back for it, I started thinking, "Alright, what if Kenny
takes a swipe at her?"."

"He'd get his ass fired." Mickie said. "Trish has a lot of pull around the
company."

"Still, if he would have hit her..."

"Don't dwell on it." Mickie said. "She could have said forget about it, but
Trish isn't like that. She knew how much it meant to you, so she did what she
had to do."

"So what's Kenny's deal, anyways? I think he's more obsessed about you than I
am."

"I told you, you're not obsessed."

"I think I am." Dale said, smiling. Rubbing her side, he grinned happily as
she purred. "I'm obsessed with proving that I'm your number one fan."

"You're well on your way to doing that." She said. Seeing him smile, she
said, "As for Kenny, well, it's a long story."

"Is there a condensed version?"

"He cheated on me, I dumped him, he wants to get back together, and I want to
get on with my life."

"Wow, that was condensed." He said with a grin.

"It's better than hearing the long one." Mickie said. "It's the same story,
but involved me swearing a lot."

"I think that might be fun to hear." He said, smiling.

"It's not fun to tell."

"Then I don't want to hear it." Dale said.

Smiling, Mickie kissed his chest softly. "So, how was your first
post-accident sexual experience?"

"Fantastic." He said with a smile. "I just wish I could see that hot, sexy,
sweat covered curvy body of yours..."

"Jeez, hearing you brag it up makes me want to watch me too."

"You can watch it." He noted.

"No, I meant, get one of those Vegas rooms, with the mirrors on the roof an
everything, and just watch."

"That would rule." Dale said with a smile.

"You know what else would rule?"

"What?"

Smiling, Mickie pulled the old condom off, tossing it into the trash. "If you
wanted to do it again."

"That would rule." He said, smiling.

"Do you?"

"Yes." He said. "If you want to."

Smiling, Mickie gave him a peck on the cheek before scooting to the
nightstand for another condom. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Hearing Mickie rip open the wrapper, Dale smiled as she felt her hand
gripping his rod softly. As soon as he was covered, she grabbed his hands,
pulling him into a sitting position.

"So, how do you feel about doggy style?" Mickie asked, smiling as he grinned.

Quickly getting onto his knees, he smiled as Mickie quickly moved into
position, teasing him with her butt. Waving it softly, she smiled as he
whimpered, trying to get a grip on her butt as he brushed past his cock.

"So, doggy?"

"How about something like doggy." He asked, finally giving up and grabbing
her hips with both hands, holding her steady.

"Whatever you want." Mickie said.

Nodding, he moved in behind her, taking his rod into his hand and lining it
up. Pushing into her again, he smiled as she moaned softly. Leaning forward,
he reached around her torso, hugging her before pulling up, taking her with
him and moving her into a sitting position in his lap. Hearing her groan, he
leaned down, kissing her neck.

"This ok with you?" He asked.

"Oh yea!" Mickie whimpered, her hands running over her body, trying to find
something to do with them.

Rubbing her chest, Dale moaned softly as Mickie rose up, pulling herself off
of his dick before sliding back down, groaning along with him as her hands
found his. Caressing her large chest along with him, Mickie bounced slowly in
his lap, letting her body lean back against him as she drove herself down on
his rod again and again. Feeling his fingers rolling her sensitive nipples
around softly, Mickie groaned, letting her head drop down as she panted.

Kissing her neck softly, Dale hugged her tightly, loving the slow and steady
pace she was keeping. Rubbing her breasts, he held close, her skin slick with
sweat as promised and sliding up against his, her body never leaving contact
with his for more than a split second. Kissing her neck and back again, Dale
smiled as he playfully spat out her hair as it became tangled with his lips.
Reacting quickly, Mickie grabbed her hair and pulled it to one side, reaching
around and grabbing Dale's head, pulling his lips back to her neck and
letting him know with a moan that the path was clear.

Dragging his tongue along her neck, Dale drank in Mickie's salty taste, the
promised scent of sex filling the air as she lovingly massaged her breasts
along with him, her fingers matching his as they danced over her nipples,
pinching them softly before moving out, rubbing them to hardness. Moving his
right hand from her breast, he slid it down slowly, teasing her belly button
with his fingers before dipping lower. Covering her crotch with his palm, he
rubbed her softly, gaining more loud groans of pleasure from her.

"Be gentle." Mickie whispered. "I'm really sensitive."

Nodding, Dale adjusted his tactics, moving his palm away and replacing it
with a pair of fingers. Barely touching her nether lips, he waited for her
reaction.

"More."

Pressing down harder, her rubbed her softly, another moan escaping her lungs.

"More."

Again applying more pressure, he smiled as her moaning reached a fever pitch.

"Just like that." Mickie instructed him. "Touch me just like that..."

"However you want." Dale said softly, kissing her shoulder as she continued
to rise and fall in his lap.

Nodding slightly, Mickie slid up and down his body, his hands making sure she
stayed close. Sobbing loudly, Mickie held his head to her neck, his soft
nuzzling matching perfectly with everything else he was doing, his superior
height letting him pelt her searing skin with kisses as she rode him member.
Feeling his left hand dance over her nipple, tweaking and teasing it as his
right played with her folds just as she had asked him to, pleasing his idol
to no end.

"Is this alright?" He whispered, kissing her on the cheek softly. "I know
it's kinda slow..."

"It's perfect." Mickie sighed, letting her head fall back, her face sliding
against his as she moved up and down. "It feels perfect."

"Am I your number one fan?" he asked with a smile.

"Without a doubt." Mickie said. "God, every Diva needs a fan like you."

"They can try and find one if they want." He said, moaning softly as she
squeezed down on his penis. "But I'm yours, and only yours. If I can do
anything to please you more, please, please, please let me know." Licking
her neck again, he dove into her flesh, kissing and licking her gently. "I
want to worship you like you should be worshiped. I want to treat you like
the goddess you are."

"Dale..."

"Kiss me, please."

Stopping her movements, Mickie turned her head, quickly giving him what he
asked for. Finding her lips quickly, Dale kissed her gently, lovingly, his
tongue dancing around the entrance of her mouth, flicking her lips as she
moaned again, his hands never stopping as she kissed him back. Letting her
tongue slide out, she offered it to him slowly, flicking his with hers
gently and making him moan. Breaking apart, Dale went back to her neck, not
wanting to leave her lips, but knowing she wanted to continue her ride.

"God, Mickie, you are so beautiful." He whispered as she started up again,
slow and steady. "I don't have to see to know how sexy you are. Your body is
perfect, so curvy and full, so soft."

Drinking in his praise, Mickie moaned loudly, her pussy gripping his cock
tightly, not wanting to let it go. Feeling his tongue slide over her skin
again, she smiled. "Taste good?"

"So good." He said. "God, you must be sweating up a storm. Your so salty, and
slick." Rubbing his left hand over her entire chest, he moaned as she purred.
"Your soaked..."

"In more ways than one." She said. Pushing his hand against her pussy softly,
she asked, "Can you feel that? Can you feel how wet I am?"

Rubbing her pussy, he covered his fingers in her slickness. "You must be one
easy girl to work up..."

"I wish." Mickie whined. "I hardly ever come."

Smiling, he rubbed her some more, loving the loud noises she was making. "I
bet you know how to set yourself off."

"Or course."

"Is there anything else I can do?"

"No." She said. "Just keep doing what your doing."

Nodding, he pulled his right hand away from her slit, moving it up her body
and towards his mouth. Watching in wide-eyed fascination, Mickie followed its
path, his slick digits keeping clear of her body as his thumb trailed along
her electrified skin. Just before he could put the digits into his mouth, she
grabbed his hand, greedily taking his fingers into her mouth, slithering her
tongue all around them, hoping to gather up her sticky essence. Doing what
she could, she let his fingers drop from her lips before turning to him,
taking his head in her hands and kissing him, sliding her tongue into his
mouth, letting him take what he could as best she could.

Sliding his tongue along hers, he savored her taste, wrapping his lips around
her fleshy intruder and sucking it softly, smiling as she giggled.

"You like?" She asked, pulling her tongue back.

"Not as much as you apparently." He said. "Greedy little thing."

"Take some more if you want." She offered.

"And have you steal it?" he asked, smiling.

"We could share." Mickie said sweetly, her pussy showing its appreciation for
that idea by squeezing him tightly.

"And how would we do that?"

Taking his hand in hers, Mickie quickly ran it down to her pussy. "Alright,
thumb first." She said. Feeling Dale rub his thumb over her dripping folds,
she moaned, letting him go a little longer than necessary before stopping
him. "Alright, pinkie." Smiling, he repeated the process, slicking up his
little finger until she grabbed him by the wrist. Moving him back up, she
said, "Open your mouth."

Opening his mouth, Dale laughed as Mickie stuck his thumb in it, taking his
pinkie into her mouth and sucking it happily.

"You like?" She asked.

"I feel like we're in a porno version of Lady And The Tramp." He said,
smiling. "And my hand is the spaghetti."

"Are you calling me a dog?" Mickie asked playfully.

"Well, you are in the doggy style position." He noted with a smile.

Scoffing, Mickie smiled as she pulled away from Dale, dismounting his prick
and spinning around, quickly kissing him to assure him she knew he was
joking. Pushing him softly, she moved him backwards until he was leaning back
against the headboard.

"Why did we stop?" Dale asked. "I was really enjoying that..."

Quickly hopping over his legs, she grabbed his prick in her hand, lining it
up again with her slit before dropping back down.

"I wanted to be face to face." Mickie said. Leaning forward, she kissed him
softly, adding, "I want to kiss you."

Smiling, he kissed her back. "Kinda pushy, aren't ya?"

Grinning, she pulled off of his cock, moving until she was almost empty
before dropping back down, moaning loudly. "My number one fan would do what
I want."

"Hey, I wasn't complaining." He said quickly. "However you want me, you can
have me."

Licking his lips, Mickie smiled as he shivered. "What if I wanted to take you
out on the balcony and have sex with you?"

"I take it you'd be the lookout?"

"Of course."

"Alright, lets go."

Moaning, Mickie let her head rest on his shoulder. "I was joking."

"I assumed so, but still, I'm game."

"I'm sure you are." Smiling, she kissed him, telling him, "Besides, be happy
with what you got. You get to explore my curvy front again."

Smiling, he moved his hands up from her waist to her chest, cupping her
boobs. "I almost forgot about that." He said. Leaning down, he kissed her
breasts softly, smiling as she cooed. "Hi, guys."

Giggling, Mickie hugged him tightly. "Quit saying things like that."

"Why?"

Kissing him, she said, "Because you're making me want to talk to you more
than screw you."

"I wouldn't mind that." He said softly. "Your great to talk to. You actually
listen to me."

Smiling, she pulled herself off of his cock, sobbing as it was extracted from
her tender pussy before dropping back down. "Talk later." She whined. "Fuck
now."

"Yes, sir!" He said, cupping her busty chest and lapping at her nipples,
making her moan again.

"Sir?" Mickie whined, bouncing up and down slowly. "Do I feel like a sir to
you?"

Kissing her breasts, he said, "Most certainly not."

"Damn straight."

Holding his head to her chest, Mickie ran her fingers thru his hair, moaning
loudly as she repeatedly dropped herself down onto his cock. Pulling him back
slightly, she kissed him, her breath hissing thru her nose as she cried out
in passion. Feeling his hands leave her breasts, Mickie whined loudly, trying
to urge him to put them back. When they cupped her butt, she groaned, not
happy with the development, but accepting that they were still rubbing her
body, if a different area.

Breaking the kiss, Dale leaned into Mickie, nuzzling her neck as his tongue
flicked out and found flesh. Running his hands over her sweat soaked back, he
moaned softly, his own noises of pleasure getting drowned out by Mickie's
vocal show. Latching onto her throat, he massaged the skin with his lips,
smiling as he followed Mickie's urgings and went lower, capturing her breasts
in his hands again and sucking on the nipples, adding another dimension to
her screams.

"Dale...Dale...Dale..." She whined, her bouncing increasing as she held him
tighter, he whines and moans turning to sobs and cries.

Feeling her begin to shake, Dale held her tightly, her sweat covered skin
pressing against his, her chest rubbing into his as she slid up and down, he
vice screwing shut another notch as she gripped his dick and held on for dear
life.

"Oh Dale...it feels so good...don't stop..." Mickie urged, sobbing louder and
louder as she reached her end, her body unwilling and unable to hold off any
longer and quivering to release.

Rubbing her sides, Dale tried to find her lips, but, failing that, settled
for burying his face into her shoulder, panting loudly as she continued to
ride him, her screams of pleasure rattling thru his skull as promised.
Feeling her motions slow down, he reached around and grabbed her plump rump,
getting a good grip before lifting her up, letting her slid off of his pole
before setting her back down. Hearing the moans of appreciation from his
lover, Dale kept going, doing the work for her and letting her ride out her
orgasm in peace.

As she slowly calmed down and came off of her high, he let her drop into his
lap a final time. Sucking in breaths, Mickie poured hot air down over Dale's
chest, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she basked in the afterglow.

Rubbing her butt softly, Dale smiled.

"So, I'm your number one fan?" He asked.

Chuckling softly, Mickie held him tight. "No." She said. "You're my new best
friend."

"I can live with that." He said.

"Did I say best friend?" Mickie asked. "I meant best friends with benefits."

Kissing her shoulder, Dale grinned. "And what benefits would that be?"

"Well, we could, like, go out and do stuff together." Mickie teased.

"That would be nice." He said. "You could tell me what's going on."

"Of course." She said, slowly lifting up off of his rod and letting it fall
out.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"You could totally crash at my place if you needed to." Mickie said.

"Again, that'd be nice." He said. "And you could do the same."

"Thank you." Mickie giggled. "Oh, and of, course, sex."

Smiling, he rubbed her slick sides. "Well, duh. I thought that kinda went
without saying."

Kissing him, Mickie slowly dismounted his legs, keeping her hands on him as
she laid down on the bed.

"Lay down." She instructed.

Quickly complying with her wishes, he let himself slide down the bed,
stretching out. Crawling over, she draped herself on top of him, letting his
arm slide under her head as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Mickie?"

"Yea Dale?"

"I still am your number one fan." He said, smiling.

Moving up to his face, she brushed her hair aside, kissing him softly.

"I know." She said. Settling back in, she grinned, adding, "I think I may be
yours."

Smiling, Dale gave Mickie a squeeze, holding her tightly as she drifted off
to sleep before quickly following her lead.

* * *

Blinking open her eyes, Mickie smiled as she held Dale tightly. Looking
around, she tried to find a clock to get her bearings. Not finding one, she
settled for looking at the roof beside the window. Seeing darkness, she moved
Dale's arm from around her shoulders.

Sliding off the bed, Mickie made sure not to disturb her slumbering lover,
smiling as he snored softly. Standing up, she stretched out her back,
grimacing as she tried to work out the kinks on the way to the bathroom.
Quietly closing the door behind her, she turned towards the sink, turning
on the water and running some over her face, cleaning the sleep from her
eyes. Drying off, she looked around, trying to find her toothbrush.

"God, I didn't leave it at the arena, did I?" Mickie mused, searching the
counter for the brush before finding it and her toothpaste lying under a
washcloth.

Quickly putting a layer of paste on the brush, she opened her mouth wide,
looking into the mirror and searching for any offending pieces of food.
Finding none, she set about brushing, sliding the brush over her teeth,
moving slowly and scraping away a nights worth of slime.

"Mickie?"

Hearing a voice, Mickie shut off the water, listening more intently.

"Mickie!"

Realizing Dale had woken up, she opened her mouth to say something, but only
succeeded in drooling blue paste over the sink.

"Mickie, where are you?"

Grabbing the door handle, she opened it and peeked her head around the
corner. Seeing Dale sitting on the edge of the bed, she watched as his arms
searched around, trying to find her. Watching in quiet fascination, she
started to smile at the sight until she realized that him looking around,
and not finding her, was the first step towards him freaking out.

"Oh shit, oh shit..." Dale said softly, his hands still hoping to find his
curvy lover somewhere on the bed.

Moving quickly, she ran to him, toothbrush still lodged in her mouth.

"Isth oookay." Mickie mumbled around a mouthful of paste and brush, reaching
out and grabbing him by the shoulders. Seeing him jump, she slid onto the bed
next to him. "Isth me, icky."

"Mickie?" He asked, reaching out grabbing her. Moving his hands to her
stomach, he thought about trying to verify by touch if it was in fact Mickie,
but thought better of it, realizing that if it wasn't her, that whoever it
was probably wouldn't be thrilled by him grabbing her boobs.

Spitting her brush across the floor, she said, "It's me, it's me..." Seeing
his shaking subside, she watched as he turned away from her, his face burning
bright red.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. "I just...got scared...I woke up, and reached
for you, and you weren't there..."

"I was in the bathroom." She said softly.

"Oh." He said, suddenly awash with stupidness. "I yelled your name..."

"And I tried to yell back but I had a mouthful of toothpaste." She said.
Smiling, she added, "Still do."

"Oh." He said, now looking the part of someone who was awash with stupidness.
"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright." Mickie said softly, wrapping her arms around him and holding
him tightly. "It's ok sweetie, I'm here."

Nodding, he didn't look in her direction. "It's just...I got freaked out when
I couldn't find you." He said quietly. "All I could think about was, "If she
jetted in the middle of the night, how in the hell am I getting home?" No one
knows where I am."

Turning him to face her, she kissed him softly, reassuringly. "It's ok, I'm
here." She said. "I wouldn't ditch you. I wouldn't jet." Holding him tightly,
she assured him, "I'm here for the long haul."

Nodding, he held her tightly. "I feel so stupid..."

"Don't." She said. "It's ok, I understand."

Sighing, he let her hold him, trying to gather his nerves again. "I'm barely
ever left alone..."

Nodding, Mickie held him in her arms. Kissing him softly, she watched as he
smiled.

"Mint." He said. "Brushing your teeth, you said?"

"Yup." She said. "Was almost finished, anyways."

"I wish I would have known I was spending the night." He said, trying to
lighten the mood. "I would have brought mine."

"I'd offer you mine." Mickie said, turning and staring at the brush on the
floor. "But I spat it onto the floor when I came running back in. I don't
think I'll be using it again, either."

"I don't want yours anyways." He said, grinning. "All those germs..."

"Like you wouldn't have those germs anyways!" Mickie said. "Your tongue's
spent more time inside of me than mine has!"

Smiling, he ran his hands down to her thighs. "In various places, too, I
might add."

"Speaking of which." Mickie said, standing up and taking his hands in hers.
"Don't think I forgot about trying taste again later."

Feeling her pull him to his feet, he smiled. "Actually, I did forget."
Following her arms to her shoulders, then her face, he pulled her close,
kissing her. "Thanks for reminding me."

"Anytime." Mickie said, moving to his side and getting into position to move
him. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Bathroom."

"Umm, I don't need to go." He said. "But, I guess it couldn't hurt to know
where it is..."

"Well, it's good to know you don't need to.you know what." Mickie said,
moving in front of him and leading him thru the door. "But I was thinking
about what you said. About germs."

"I was joking..."

"Well, I figure, we both need to clean up." She said. "So, does a bath sound
good? This place has a nice tub."

Smiling, he folded into her arms. "Is this another one of my benefits?"

"Of course." She said, kissing him before moving over to the tub, starting
the water before asking him, "How hot do you want it?"

"As hot as you want."

Nodding, Mickie turned the heat up a little bit, testing the water again
before turning the faucet on full blast.

"So, is this tub big enough for the two of us, or are we, like, taking
turns?" He asked.

Taking him by the hand, she led him over to the tub. Resting his hand on the
tub, she said, "Feel for yourself."

Running his hand around the rim of the tub, he smiled as he felt how big it
was. "It'll do." He said, smiling as he stood up.

Dipping her hand into the water, she nodded, satisfied with the temperature.
"Come on." She said, taking him by the hands and leading him to the tub.
"Alright, put your right foot in..."

"Put your right foot out, put your right foot in, and you shake it all
about." He sang, smiling as she giggled.

"Well, we can either hokey pokey or hanky panky." Mickie said, smiling as he
gingerly slid his foot into the water. "Thought so."

Getting his footing in the tub, he slowly lifted the left one up, putting it
into the water as Mickie moved in with him. Helping him sit down, she watched
as he backed up into the corner. Getting down on her knees, she shut the
water off before sitting down, turning and pushing back, moving to sit
between his legs. Feeling his arms wrap around her body, she purred softly as
his right hand stroked her hair, his fingers running thru her long brown
locks.

"You like short hair or long hair?" She asked.

"Long."

"Blonde or brunette?

Smiling, he leaned down, kissing her head. "Brunette's have more fun."

Giggling, she snuggled closer. "Trish would probably disagree with you."
Feeling him shrug, she added, "That's probably why she wanted to go brunette
and dress up like me." Hearing his breathing pick up, she smiled. "What?"

"I knew she dressed up like you." He said. "But she died her hair like you
too?"

"Yup."

"So, in essence, there was two Mickie James's running around?"

"Uh-huh."

Smiling, he leaned down, asking her, "If you guys are in town on my birthday,
do you think I could have that as my birthday present?"

Giggling, Mickie smiled. "You know, me stalking Trish was just a storyline,
right?"

"Please don't ruin this thought for me." He said, smiling as she giggled
again. "Just tell me, "Dale, since you're my best friend, with benefits, I'll
think about it."."

Turning around slightly, she kissed him, telling him, "Dale, since you're my
best friend, with benefits, I'll think about it."

"Thank you."

Looking up at his smile, she asked, "So, you'd really want a three-way?"

"Wouldn't any guy?" He asked. "Getting to have two hot women at the same
time. And, if Trish looks like you, and acts like she did when she was
pretending to be you, it'd be like having two of you. What could be better?"

Kissing him softly, she grinned, asking, "Aren't I woman enough for you?"

Nodding, he leaned back, hugging her tighter. "You're probably to much for me
to handle." Rubbing her stomach, he added, "I doubt I could handle a ménage ů
Mickie."

"Well, you're handling one Mickie pretty well." She said. "Two might not be a
stretch. Might even be interesting..."

"So you'd..."

"Dale, since you're my best friend, with benefits, I'll think about it."

"My birthday is October 11, by the way."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"I don't think you will. I think your just patronizing me."

"And if I am?"

"Oh, I see, playing the old, "Patronize the blind guy and trick him into
thinking there's a chance of a three-way with Trish Stratus" trick, are we?"

"Old trick? That's the first I've ever heard of it.or anything like it."

"It goes back generations. They tell you this stuff when you go blind."

"Do they?"

"Yes, they do."

"Who are they?"

"They are the people who tell you that kind of stuff."

"I'm not getting a straight answer, am I?"

"Mickie, since you're my best friend, with benefits, I'll think about giving
you a straight answer."

"If you can tell me who they are, and introduce me to them, I will call Trish
up right now and get her up here for some three-way action."

"There on vacation. Also, they only talk to blind people."

"Also, you're making this up."

"And if I am?"

Turning around in his arms, she leaned forward, kissing him on the lips.
"Then you're gonna have to settle for me."

"Settle?" he asked, smiling. "Like that's some kind of second rate
consolation prize."

"I'm not Trish."

"Your Mickie James, curvy goddess." He said, kissing her face as she giggled.

Feeling his member pressing against her backside, she grinned, reaching down
and stroking it, making him moan.

"I'm also Mickie James, adventurous lover." She said, sliding off of his lap.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

Smiling, she rubbed his prick, making sure it was fully hard before taking a
deep breath. Diving down, she went under the water, her mouth zeroing in on
his prick and sucking it between her lips quickly. Forming a watertight seal
around his cock, she sucked hard, her tongue lashing against his head.
Bobbing up and down slowly, she jerked the bottom part of his cock.

Sucking softly, Mickie applied constant pressure to his dick, her tongue
slathering the tip with her saliva as her lungs started to burn from lack of
fresh air. Giving him a final pump, lick and suck, she pulled off, quickly
surfacing and letting out her breath. Laughing at the expression on his face,
she wiped the wet hair from her face, her hands still stroking him as she
quickly gathered her breath.

"What was...?" Dale started, before Mickie dove again, wrapping her thick
lips around his penis again and sucking.

Feeling his hips shift, Mickie fought to hold onto his dick, but her seal was
broken. Sucking softly, she coughed as water poured into her mouth. Pulling
away, she broke above the waterline again, coughing and sputtering as water
poured out of her nose.

"Mickie, are you ok?" Dale asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Water went down the wrong pipe." She sputtered, smiling at him. "Now keep
still."

Before he could ask anything else, her head was under the water again.
Latching onto his cock again, she stroked him softly, her hand gliding up and
down his shaft as she pulled the skin back, ran her tongue along the rim of
his head. Feeling his hips begin to move, she stopped sucking until she knew
he would listen to what she had said and stopped.

Taking his balls into her free hand, she almost smiled as she rubbed them
lightly, his hips shaking as he fought to keep them from moving. Sucking his
cock, she nursed it softly, her tongue gliding and sliding over the sensitive
head.

Letting his rod fall from between her lips again, she moved back up, her hand
continuing to keep his dick company while her lips were away.

"Do you like it, Dale?" She asked, drawing in deep breaths to catch her
breath as quickly as possible.

"Oh, Mickie..." He said, smiling as he leaned back against the wall of the
tub. "If I said I loved you, would you believe me?"

Smiling, she moved up, kissing him on the lips. "Right now, I'm betting you'd
say anything to get me to finish."

"You can have my first born.and second born.and any beyond that you want." He
said. "Anything."

Rubbing her thumb over the head, she purred, "How about after I'm done, you
go back to testing taste?"

"We can do that now." He said quickly. "Just show me where the bed is..."

"Nuh-uh." Mickie said. "I wanna finish here first."

Giving him a parting kiss, she slid down his body, taking a deep breath just
before she went under. Moving quickly, she went back to work. Slapping his
dick with her tongue, she slid her pouty lips up and down the first few
inches, her hand jerking him faster than ever. As much as she was loving the
feeling of pleasuring him like this, she knew she didn't want to spend the
whole night in a tub of rapidly cooling water.

Raking her nails over his sack lightly, Mickie dug deep into her bag of
tricks, rubbing her tongue liberally around his cockhead, forgoing subtly and
going straight to substance. Feeling his hips begin to jerk, she pumped her
hand harder, lapping up the pre-come that oozed from his cock.

Pulling off reluctantly, Mickie surfaced, sucking in air.

"Are you close?" She asked.

"Very."

Diving back down, she took him quickly into her mouth, sucking and pumping
like a woman possessed. Whipping her tongue against it over and over again,
she tried to hold him tightly, his hips wiggling back and forth as he tried
to help her hold steady. Throwing his head back, Dale groaned loudly, seed
pushing out of his cock and into Mickie's mouth. Fisting his cock, she
pulled rope after rope of come out of his cock, moaning along with him as
she slurped up his seed.

Feeling his orgasm subside, she slid his cock out of her mouth as she came up
one last time. Swallowing loudly, she smiled as Dale groaned again.

"Mmmmmm, salty." She purred, curling up against Dale.

Watching him, she smiled as he panted loudly, his chest heaving.

"Have you done that before?" He finally asked.

"Nope." She said, kissing him softly. "You're my first."

"Thank you."

Moving slowly, he pushed Mickie away. Confused, Mickie let him move her
across the tub. Standing up, Dale quickly found the edge of the tub, standing
up and getting out. Watching in quiet fascination, Mickie waited for Dale to
explain what he was doing.

"Mickie, could you get out, please?" He asked, smiling softly.

Jumping up, Mickie got out of the tub, moving towards the towel rack.

"Mickie?" Dale asked, loosing her wet footsteps.

"Yea?" Mickie said, before shrieking as Dale grabbed her, spinning her around
and pulling her into his arms.

Fumbling slightly, he grabbed her butt, lifting her off the floor and letting
her wrap her wet body around his.

"Where's the door?" He asked, smiling as he started turning slowly.

Waiting for him to get the angle right, she said, "Forward."

Moving slowly, he went forward, letting Mickie guide him from the bathroom.

"Dale, I need to dry off..."

"Am I gonna miss the door frame?"

"Yes, but..."

Cringing slightly, she hugged him tightly as he moved through the door,
missing it by less than an inch.

"Your out, but..."

"Bed."

"Turn...about ninety degrees right." Mickie instructed. When he did, she said,
"About...twenty feet."

Moving quickly, Dale smiled as he silently counted off paces. Just as he was
about to stop, Mickie yelled, "Stop!"

Reaching down, he found the bed. Moving slowly, he crawled onto the bed,
Mickie still latched onto his body.

"Dale, towel..."

"No." He said, smiling as he laid her down on the bed.

"But..."

"No time." He said, kissing her before moving down her body. "I need to do
this." Getting to her crotch, he found her legs still locked together.
Looking up at her, he pouted. "Please, Mickie, please?"

Smiling at his begging, she quickly spread her legs, giggling as he dove
between them.

"Trying taste?" She asked, smiling as he lapped at her outer folds.

"I did promise." He said, slurping up the water and juice around her pussy.

"Did we really have to soak the bed to do this?" She asked, running her
finger thru her wet hair.

Looking up towards her, he grinned, hoping she was looking back at him. "I'm
soaking this bed with your wetness one way or another."

Shivering slightly, she said, "It's a big bed."

Licking her folds softly, he smiled as she whimpered. "I have a big
appetite."

Sobbing pitifully, Mickie squirmed under his touch, her feet unsuccessfully
trying to gain a hold on the slippery blanket. Feeling her legs moving beside
his body, Dale wrapped his arms under them, pressing her juicy thighs against
his neck as he moved closer, his hands winding around towards her crotch.
Feeling his hands sliding around her tummy, Mickie cried out in pleasure, her
squirming getting worse as he flicked his tongue out again and again, finding
her most pleasurable spots with ease.

"Fuck, do you have pussy sonar or something?" Mickie whined, her back arching
and her lungs emptying in one loud moan as he attacked again.

"Yea, just like Daredevil." He said sarcastically, smiling as he whipped his
tongue deeper.

Groaning loudly, Mickie bucked her hips softly, trying to drive his tongue
into her wetness. Holding her folds apart slightly, he pushed forward,
sticking his tongue out and sliding it into her pussy, smiling as she showed
her appreciation with loud screams and sobs.

"Good lord, you are loud." He said, darting his tongue in and out of her.

Sobbing out in short, loud barks, Mickie tried to keep still, but found her
hips unwilling. "God, your good!"

Lapping at her juices, he smiled. "You know, I'm beginning to think it might
be taste."

"What might be?"

"The way to find out how sexy you are." He said. Dragging his tongue along
her shivering folds, he added, "But, of course, I'll have to study it more
to find out for sure."

"Fuck yes!" Mickie cried, only half hearing what he had said, but
understanding the jist to mean "I'm going to eat you out more." and very
much liking that proposition.

"Would you like me to keep testing, Mickie?" He asked, fumbling around gently
and finding the top of her slit.

"Oh god yes!"

Hoping he did in fact know what he was doing, he pulled her lips apart
gingerly, dragging his tongue along her lips until her found the bit of flesh
he was searching for. Batting the nub with his tongue, he realized he had
found her clit when she screamed out louder, her bucking almost pushing him
from between her thighs.

Satisfied that he had her clit taken care of, he moved one hand away from her
pussy, running his nails over her thighs, teasing her wet skin. Feeling her
buck and spasm, he rubbed her fleshy thigh, massaging her flesh and holding
her down at the same time. Hearing her cry out again, he moved his other hand
into position, running his fingers along her slit. Suckling her tiny slit
softly, he slid his index finger into her moistness, her sobbing increasing
in volume and frequency. Moving it in and out slowly, he gradually added
another finger, moaning softly around her clit as her pussy contracted around
the intruders.

"Oh god, Dale, god, that feels so good!" Mickie screamed, her hips rolling in
slow circles as he tried to follow her motions. Feeling his mouth leave her
clit, she whined, "Don't stop! Why did you stop?"

"You're moving!" He said defensively. "I didn't wanna stop, but I can't find
it!"

Stopping her motions, she grabbed his head, pulling him back towards her
crotch. "Ok, ok, I stopped, now please, go again? Please, please, lick me,
suck me, fuck me, please?"

Grinning, Dale ran his free hand thru the sparse patch of hair above her
pussy, twirling the soft fur as she squirmed. "You know..." He said, lapping
at her folds between words. "I don't know if you noticed or not, but your
pretty...responsive."

"No shit!"

"No, really, you are." He said with a smile, giving her clit another tongue
bath as she cried out again. "Which is good, because, you know, I can't see
that I'm doing a good job. Am I doing a good job?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Well, thanks." He said, grinning from ear to ear. "Because, if you didn't
tell me, I wouldn't know." Pretending to think for a moment, he smiled,
giving her clit another swatting to keep her happy. "Well, I suppose I could
tell from smell." Drawing in a deep breath, he sighed. "You do have a lovely
aroma."

"Oh god, oh god..."

"And of course, there's touch." He said, sliding his fingers in and out of
her quivering folds, her pussy lips trying in vain to capture his fingers and
hold them in place. "God, Mickie, your so tight."

"Please let me come, please let me come..."

"You wanna come?" He asked, playing innocent. "Well, I suppose I could use
the last way I know I'm doing good to please you." Licking his lips, he drank
in her nectar on his lips, his chin, his face. "Do you want me to use my
tongue to make you come? Slide it all around your clit, your pussy, drinking
in your sticky nectar? Is that what you want, Mickie?"

"Oh fuck, Dale, make me come!"

"Say it, Mickie." He said calmly. "Tell me how you want me to make you come."

"God, Dale." Mickie whined, her hips thrusting sharply in the air, trying to
find his tongue again. "God, Dale, lick my pussy.fuck, suck my clit, please!
Oh man...please, finger me!"

Hearing all he needed to hear, Dale pushed her hips down, his lips quickly
finding her clit again as his fingers picked up speed, sliding in and out of
her sticky love hole. As her screaming picked up, so did Dale's efforts, his
tongue batting at her clit as he sucked it softly, sending waves of pleasure
shooting thru Mickie's body. Feeling her hands return to his head, he smiled
as she gripped him by the hair, forcing his face harder against her pussy as
she sobbed loudly.

Screaming over and over again, Mickie rolled her hips softly, unable to keep
them steady as Dale had wanted. Holding his head tightly, she made sure his
lips stayed around her clit, his sucking and fingering quickly sending her
body past its breaking point.

"Oh god, fuck me Dale!" Sobbing pitifully, Mickie's hands changed there
stance in an instant, going from clutching his head, to rubbing it, and back
to clutching it before her hips started bucking.

Lapping at her juice, Dale smiled as he knew his time to shine had arrived.
Curling his fingers up, he danced the tips over her neglected g spot, sending
a bolt of pure sexual passion shooting up her spine. Arching her back
quickly, Mickie screamed louder than at any point during the night, her body
only on the bed at her shoulders and feet, lifting Dale's mouth with her hips
as she cried out for him to keep going. Working around the painful kink in
his neck, Dale assaulted her g spot again and again, each stroke forcing more
girl come to ooze out of her swollen slit, much to his lapping tongues
delight. Her whole body shaking, Mickie dropped back to the bed, her feet
slipping as her body became unsteady from the spasms. Her whole body felt
like Dale's tongue was licking it, giving her wet, sloppy tongue kisses over
her sweat soaked skin.

Softly raking his teeth across her clit, Dale smiled as she exploded again,
his lover unprepared for another intense stimuli so quickly and sending her
back into another arch. Breathing in deep breaths thru his nose, Dale drunk
in all his four remaining senses could tell him about her orgasm, savoring
in her taste, her smell, her screams of passion and the touch of her slick
velvet walls crushing around his fingers.

Feeling her body slowly come back to the bed, Dale continued licking at her
pussy, his fingers stroking her g spot as he tried to drain her of sticky
love fluids. Hearing her whimper softly, he smiled, his lovers voice finally
giving up.

"Stop, Dale, please, god stop..." She whined, her hyper sensitive pussy
starting to rebel against his lustful touches. "God, I think I'm gonna die."

Giving her a final lick, Dale scooped up as much of her cream as he could
before quickly nuzzling his way up her body. Feeling her shoulders, he
quickly found her face. Hovering over it, he smiled as he held out his
tongue, offering his lover a treat. Moaning softly, she quickly craned her
neck up, taking his tongue between her pouty lips and sucking it clean,
bobbing up and down the fleshy pleasure maker to be sure she had gotten all
he had to offer before letting her head fall to the bed.

Knowing she probably wanted a little space, Dale slid off of her, giving her
some separation as he held out his arms, rubbing her soft body.

"Oh god, oh god..." Mickie panted, quickly finding Dale and curling up
against him, sliding into his arms.

Smiling, Dale held her softly, letting his panting lover regain her strength.
"You know, Mickie, I think this might be the coolest thing a WWE Diva's ever
done for a fan." He said with a smile.

Looking at him, she asked, "You think I'm doing this for you?" When he
nodded, she saying, "No, Dale. I'm doing this with you. Big difference."

"Which would be?"

"Doing it for you makes it sound like this is all about you, that I'm not
getting anything out of it." She said. Kissing him softly, she licked his
face, cleaning up the mess she had made. "But, doing it with you, that means
that I'm getting something out of it as well."

"Such as?"

"A best friend with benefits." She said, smiling as he held her tighter.

"I like being your best friend with benefits." He said. "It's a nice person
to be."

"I bet." Mickie said, kissing him softly.

Smiling, Mickie held Dale close, letting his hands continue to roam over her
back and butt, wiggling her plush rump for him whenever his hands came in
contact with it. Moving her legs, she smiled as he moaned softly, her thigh
coming into contact with his member.

"Ready to go again, I see." She said, smiling as she tried to capture his
prick between her thighs.

Moaning softly as she finally succeeded and started rubbing her firm thighs
around his dick, he told her, "You don't have to. I mean, if you wanna take
a break..."

"Hell no your not taking a break." Mickie said, smiling at him. "I'm not
through with my number one fan just yet."

"You can keep doing this." He said, groaning as she giggled, her whole body
moving as she tried to jerk his cock with her thighs. "This feels good."

"Is this what you want?" Mickie teased, rubbing her thighs around, moaning
softly. "A thigh job? Huh? Do you want me to rub my tight, firm, curvy thighs
all over that big, hard cock? Or..." She said, moving to press her body
against his, letting all of her womanly charms come to bear on him. "Do you
want to please me again?"

"Please you." He said quickly.

Giving him a peck on the nose, she smiled. "I figured as much."

"But I reserve the right to request a thigh job in the future." He said with
a smile. "That kinda felt nice..."

Giggling, Mickie quickly scooted away from him and moved to the nightstand,
retrieving another condom. Quickly moving back to Dale, she slid in behind
him, kissing his neck softly as she wrapped her arms around him, rubbing his
chest.

"So, you wanna please me?" Mickie asked, smiling as she pelted his neck with
kisses.

"Of course." He said. "A pleased Mickie has meant a pleased Dale so far."

"Well, what if I wanted you to taste me again?" She teased.

Spinning around in her grip, he quickly pulled her into his arms. "Then I'll
taste you."

"But there can't be much pleasure in that for you." She said.

"There's more than you think." He said. "I didn't get hard again by not going
down on you."

"Well, what if I wanted you to touch me?" she asked. "Just rub your hands all
over my body?"

"How about I give you another foot massage?" He offered, smiling as she
purred. "That was nice, wasn't it?"

"That was very nice." Mickie purred. "But, right now, I think I want
something a little more intimate."

"Tell me, and I'll do it." Dale said, holding her close. "You know I'll do
whatever I can to please you."

"Oh, I know that very well." Mickie said.

"Then tell me." He implored.

"Eager to please, are we?" She asked.

"Very eager."

"Well, I suppose, you could do me." She said with a smile. "I did go to all
the trouble of getting another condom."

"Well, we wouldn't want it to go to waste, would we?" He asked, smiling as he
heard her tear the wrapper open. "You know, I can put those on by myself."

"I know." Mickie said. "I just like doing it. Gives me another excuse to
touch your cock."

"I see." He said with a grin.

"Ha, ha." Mickie said, rolling the condom on before stretching out on her
back. "Ok, pleasure me."

"Gee, romantic." He said, smiling as he felt around, finding her and moving
to lie on top of her.

"Romance is over rated." She said. "And, so long as your pleasing me, feel
free to make this as romantic as possible. You're quite good at it."

Letting her legs wrap around his waist, he lined his penis up with the slit
he had just licked clean, rubbing it around to get it in before pushing
forward, slowly giving her his full length. Hearing her moan loudly, he
stopped for a minute, finding her face and peppering it with kisses, giving
her time to adjust again.

Hearing her moaning stop, he pulled out, her legs not wanting to let him move
but knowing he'd be back, again and again. Wrapping her arms loosely around
his shoulders, Mickie held him close, groaning loudly as he pushed into her
again, his lips finding her throat and pelting it with licks and kisses.
Feeling him pull out, she groaned, the empty feeling killing her before she
was filled again, Dale kept the promised romance front and center as he went
soft and slow, kissing her wherever he could find flesh as his hands ran thru
her soggy hair.

As he pushed into her again, he arched his back slightly, his head tilting up
as he groaned softly. Seeing an opportunity, Mickie moved her head up, her
lips attaching to his neck and returning the favor, pelting his Adam's apple
with soft kisses. Moaning, he pulled back, eager to find her lips and kiss
her properly. Finding her eager as well, he quickly found her lips against
his, his head pushing her back down onto the bed as he offered her his tongue
gently. Quickly opening her mouth, Mickie let her tongue slide out gently,
swatting at his playfully as they both sucked in air, there lips an imperfect
seal.

Holding her head steady, Dale licked her lips, running his tongue around her
pouty lips before capturing the upper one between his own lips. Suckling it
softly, he moaned as she cooed, her pussy again squeezing his member as he
thrust into her depths. Pushing back slightly, Dale leaned down, licking his
way down her body until his head hovered over her bouncing chest. Cupping her
soft breasts in his hands, he took her right nipple into his mouth again, his
tongue quickly hardening the small nub as Mickie screamed out in pleasure.
Running her fingers thru his hair, she held his head steady, not willing to
let him leave her breast until she allowed it. Pushing her hard nub around
gently with his tongue, Dale smiled as she sobbed and whined, her noises
changing by the minute, but always staying loud.

"You know, I think we're going to get complaints about you screaming." He
said, smiling as he gave her nipple a lick. "You may not be allowed back."

"Less talkie, more suckie." Mickie whined, moaning happily as he obeyed her
command and resumed his nipple play.

"Pushy." He teased, cupping her other breast in his free hand and rubbing it,
his fingers beginning to start the prep work for his mouth switching to her
other nipple.

Thrusting into her, Dale moaned as her velvet walls gripped his dick again
and again, as if begging him not to leave. Unable to grant her silent wish,
Dale pulled out again, leaving his lover empty and needy before pushing back
in, making her full and fulfilled. Quickly switching over to her left breast
before she had the chance to stop him, he quickly bathed her nipple in
saliva, his tongue whipping across the hardened flesh as she arched her back,
silently offering her body to him. Rubbing her hands over his back, she
moaned softly as he continued to push into her, going slowly, making each
thrust count, pushing into her at just the right angle and rubbing her just
the right way.

"Oh god, Dale..." Mickie sighed, desperately wanting to kiss him, but not
willing to let her nipples go neglected. "Keep going, Dale...please, don't
stop..."

Smiling, he rubbed her nipple softly, taking great care to not hurt her. "You
think I'd stop?" He asked.

"I think you might." She said, moaning loudly. "As payback for waking up and
not finding me beside you."

"Oh yea." Dale said. Pulling out till just the tip of his penis was inside of
her, he smiled, not thrusting in. Hearing her groan pitifully, he smiled.
"Payback is hell, isn't it?"

"Please, put it back in." Mickie whined, her whole body craving his thrust.

"You want it?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Yes! Please!"

"Then you do it." He said. "Pull yourself up."

Whining softly, Mickie hooked her legs around him as best she could. Using
all the strength her wobbly legs had, she pulled herself towards him,
impaling herself on his shaft, making both of them moan. Letting herself
slide down, she moaned as she pulled herself up again, working into a slow,
backbreaking rhythm of pulling and releasing.

"Geez." Dale said, smiling as he fought to hold himself up against Mickie's
pulls. "I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"I want it." Mickie groaned, her body beginning to shake with exertion as the
rate of her pulls began to slow.

Feeling her finally stop, Dale quickly found her lips, giving her a kiss as
he pushed back in, sending groans of happiness flying out of her lungs.

"Don't ever stop again." Mickie pleaded, her arms holding him tight to her
body as he pulled out.

"I have to at some point." He said. "Guys aren't built to last forever."

"Don't stop." Mickie repeated. "Don't stop."

Nodding, he kept going, his strokes long, slow and even, pushing into her
quivering body again and again, her whole body rocking as he hit home time
after time. Feeling her hands begin to roam around his back, he returned
the favor, caressing her soft skin, rubbing her sexy curves as she moaned
and groaned. Kissing her gently, he smiled as her arms wrapped around his
neck, holding his head in place as she kissed him with urgency, her body
quaking as his hips slapped into her plump rump.

"Oh god, oh god..." Mickie whined, her familiar call alerting Dale to the
fact that he didn't have long to find his own nirvana.

Fighting to hold off his own orgasm, Dale kissed her again, hoping to silence
his busty lover, her calls not helping him in his fight. But Mickie wouldn't
be quieted, her lips breaking free as she screamed loudly in his ear, her
pussy clenching tightly around his rod.

"Dale, Dale, please, more, harder, faster, more, more, more!" Mickie cried,
pulling her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Digging deep, Dale clawed up any energy he could, giving Mickie what she
wanted, moving harder, faster, pushing into her as deep as he could, his
crotch pressing tightly against her soft skin with each thrust. Finding her
nipples again, he lapped at them, adding another layer to her screaming.
Feeling her body begin to shake, he kept pushing into her, his own pleasure
finally kicking it's way thru his efforts and emptying itself into the
condom.

Gritting his teeth, Dale continued to give her all he could, ignoring his
sensitive penis attempts to stop him and pushing into his lover over and
over, her orgasm clenching her vice tight around his cock and squeezing the
life out of him. Feeling her back arch, he winced as she screamed loudly,
his ears ringing from the noise as she flailed around on the bed, only her
legs and his hands keeping her in place to receive more thrusts.

Feeling her body slowly go limp, Dale stopped his thrusts, his rapidly
deflating cock threatening to rebel if he didn't. Pulling out slowly, he
reached down, quickly taking the condom off.

"Garbage?" He asked.

Looking around, Mickie mumbled, "Sort of behind you, to your right. Kinda
about forty five degrees almost."

Smiling, Dale tossed the condom, hoping for the best as he laid down beside
Mickie. Feeling her quickly move to lie on him, he smiled as she panted for
air, her lungs greedily sucking in any fresh oxygen around.

"Did you...?" He asked, trailing off.

"Totally." Mickie said, smiling as she kissed him on the cheek. "I told you
my number one fan wouldn't let me down."

Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her soft body against his.
"You sexy, curvy woman you."

"Curvy." She repeated. "I can get to like curvy."

"Curvy is good." He said. "I like curvy."

"Then I like curvy." Mickie said. Smiling, she rubbed her hand over his
chest, tracing his muscles. "So, Mr. number one fan, Mr. best friend with
benefits, how was it?"

"You are a goddess." He said firmly. "Total, one hundred percent, sexual
goddess."

"And you're ok with not being able to see me?" She asked.

"No, I'm not." He said. "I never will be. Especially seeing you like how you
must look right now. But I'm willing to make that trade, so long as I can be
your number one fan from time to time.not that I expect you to come running
to me every time."

"Who else would I run to?" Mickie asked.

Shrugging, he said, "I dunno. I just figured..."

"Well, you figured wrong." She said. "Anytime I have an itch, I expect you to
be ready, willing, and able to scratch it. Is that gonna be a problem?"

Smiling, he shook his head. "Anytime. In about fifteen minutes would be a
good time."

Giggling, she rubbed his chest. "Well, maybe not in fifteen minutes...but..."
She trailed off, thinking something over. "What are you doing this weekend?"

Shrugging again, he said, "I dunno. Probably the same as always. Sit around
the house and listen to the TV. Oh, and maybe go to Burger King. Gotta make
my big voyage out of the house."

"Well, maybe, do you think you could get a flight home from Philadelphia?"
She asked shyly, hopefully.

"I guess." He said. "But why?"

"Because, that's where Raw is." She said, grinning.

"Oh." He said, before what she really meant kicked in. "Oh! Raw. Oh, ok...so,
I could fly out to Philly, and, maybe, we could hang out?"

"Well, not quite." She said.

"Just sex?"

Giggling, she swatted him playfully. "Let me finish."

"Sorry."

"Excited much?"

"Wouldn't you be?" He asked. "Get to spend time, any time, with a curvy love
goddess..."

Smiling, she kissed him, shutting him up. "Keep quiet and let me talk." She
said.

"Sorry...again."

"Ok, well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." She said,
smiling as he shook his head. "I was gonna drive myself to the next house
show on Saturday, and I could use some company."

"Ok." He said, trying to figure out what she was asking. "Did you want me to
ask Katie if she'd go, or something?"

Sighing, she shook her head. "God, you're kinda thick, you know."

"Hey..."

"I don't want Katie to come with me." Mickie said. "I want you to come with
me."

"Oh."

"In every sense of the word come."

"Oh." He said. "Umm, I don't think Katie could come...come along, that is.
She has things she has to do on the weekend..."

"Don't worry." Mickie said quickly. "I'll look after you."

Shaking his head slowly, he said, "Mickie, I don't know.after getting a
ticket home from Philly, I probably won't have a whole lot of money left for
the month. Probably just enough to eat."

"What does money have to do with it?"

"Well, you'd be looking after me." Dale said, trying to explain it without
sounding weird. "I'd have to pay you. I don't expect Katie to look after me
for free, so I wouldn't expect you to either."

Smiling, Mickie rubbed his tummy, smiling as he shook slightly. "So, you'd
have to pay me?" She asked. When he nodded, she smiled. "Well, if you can't
afford money, I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement...if you
catch my drift."

Grinning, he asked, "Mickie, are you insinuating what I think you are?"

Smiling, she snuggled closer to him. "Maybe. What do you think I'm
insinuating?"

"That I could pay you off with sex." He said bluntly. When she giggled, he
smiled. "What to I look like, a whore?"

"You'd be a gigolo, not a whore." She said, laughing as he shook his head.

Sighing, he shrugged, telling her softly, "Would you really want me to come
with you? I'm a lot to look after."

Moving quickly, Mickie silenced him with a kiss. "I totally want you to come
with me."

Nodding, he said cautiously, "I don't mean this to sound weird, or mean, or
rude, but...I can't look after myself. I can do the basic things, so the
bathroom isn't a problem, but if you get tired of me, you'd either have to
fly me home or ditch me..."

"I would never ditch you." Mickie said quickly. "And I don't think I'd get
tired of you."

Smiling softly, he asked shyly, "Am I that good?"

"Your that fun." Mickie said. "Believe it or not, when you're not worrying
about being blind, you're a hell of a guy to be around. I loved showing you
around this afternoon. And dancing was fun, wasn't it?"

"It was." He said. "But, still, it's a lot of work." Hearing her sigh, he
held up his hand. "I'm giving you this one last opportunity to back out and
forget you ever asked. I won't be insulted..."

Kissing him again, Mickie hoped she had shut him up for the last time. "I
want to do it." She said. "I want you to come with me. I want to spend some
time with you. Please?"

Smiling, he nodded. "You want me to go out on the road and spend time with
you?"

"Yup."

"And, as payment, I'll have to...do things?"

"Lewd, nasty things." She assured him. "Like getting blowjobs in hotel
bathtubs."

"I don't know." He teased, smiling as she giggled. "That sounds like a lot
of work."

"It will be." She said. "I'll be working your bone.oops, I meant, working you
to the bone."

"Sure you did." He said, smiling.

"So, do you wanna go?" she asked hopefully.

"Are you kidding?" He asked, smiling as he hugged her. "Get to go out on the
road with my favorite best friend with benefits, a curvy, sexy goddess of a
woman and be her sex slave? You think I'm going to turn down an offer like
that?"

Smiling, she squirmed in his grip, her happiness bubbling over. "I hope not!"

"I'm in." He said, smiling as she kissed him to seal the deal. "Turn down
something like that. Are you crazy?"

Curling up tight against his body, she smiled, her mind already starting to
map out the weekend ahead.

"Completely loony."


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