You stand up, & your excitement is completely shot when you see her in a leather jacket & black sweatpants. The immediate emotional plunge doesn’t go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”, Stacy asks. “Nothing,” you tell her. “I just thought… I mean… You said…”
“Yeah,” she responds. "I know what I said. But I didn’t say it was going to be here. We’re so far back here, we have no way of knowing what happens after our part of the show. We have to leave before the main event’s over & they lock us in.” You briefly think about being stuck somewhere alone with Stacy, whose looks are more stunning than anything Stone Cold could deliver, but then nod in agreement. She points toward the ring area, & continues, “But that just means the show’s over for them. Your show hasn’t even started yet. Come on.” She hands you a bag, & leads you to her limousine, which then takes you to a nearby hotel.
You follow her up to Room 191. “This is the room number I want in every hotel,” she points out. “The 1’s are for my legs, which everybody seems to focus on. You can guess what you want about the rest.” She opens the door, & gestures for you to have a seat. “I’m still sweating a bit after my match. I’m going to go clean up,” she says, removing her jacket. She then looks at you again. “Then again, you look like you went through a workout somewhere along the line, too. Why don’t you join me?”
Not dumb enough to reject such an offer, you follow her into the bathroom. |