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>CHAPTER 4 > >The sun was getting ready to rise. Mark woke up >wondering what had happened. The last thing he >remembered he and Margaret were looking at the moon. >He felt something on his shoulder. He turned and >smiled. Margaret was still asleep with her head on his >shoulder. His arm was still around her. She looked so >peaceful sleeping. It felt so right with her next to >him. > >He thought back to how the evening had gone. The look >on her face when he gave her the rose. When she told >him how she didn't think he would go for someone like >her. He was going to have to work on that. Of all the >women he's known, none have ever made him feel that >what he felt really mattered. The tears in her eyes >when she told about how she felt about their ages. > >Her eyes, he still couldn't believe those eyes were >for real. They were the most beautiful he had ever >seen, almost surreal. He had to laugh when they had >won the money at the casino. She had almost tripped >over the seat she was so ecstatic. > >The walk they had taken, the kiss. He could feel her >lips quiver when he first kissed her, almost like she >was doing so for the first time. They were warm and >full, perfect for kissing. But it was the second kiss >that sent him spinning. This time it was full of >passion. He knew there was a lot of passion in her, >and he was hoping to be the one to bring it out. > >There was a feeling he had that she wanted to say >more, but held it back. He wouldn't ask her, she would >take care of that in her own time. What surprised him >a little was she wanted to listen to the music he >liked. This was something he hadn't expected. She was >willing to accept what he liked without making a big >deal out of it. Mark had the feeling he would be >occupying her time, permanently. > >By this time she was stirring in his arm. He kissed >her on the forehead. She slowly woke up. She felt >something around her. Then she remembered, she was in >Mark's arm. She turned her head up and was looking in >his smiling eyes. What a way to wake up. > >"How long was I asleep?" > >"You mean how long were we asleep. Probably about 3 >hours." > >"You mean the both of us?" She started to laugh, and >so did he. It seemed only natural to give her a "good >morning" kiss. > >"I must look a mess. What about your arm? Do you think >you can move it?" > >It took a while but they finally got the circulation >started back in his arm. > >"It does feel good to move it again. Say, how about a >bit of breakfast. I am getting a little hungry." > >"So am I. There are a couple of places open." > >"Let's go." > >There was a coffee house open. It was busy but not >overly full. They seated themselves. Each had a cup of >coffee to at least get them started. Mark asked what >would she like. Not being one for too much in the >morning, she had juice and toast. He ordered the >works. They talked about the night before and how each >of them had really enjoyed it. > >"I want you to have the money we won." > >"Mark, you actually won it. After all you were the one >who pulled the handle." > >"Take and use it for whatever. I'm not what you call >hurting for money." > >Breakfast was lingered over. As they both were still >tired, they went back to her house and fell asleep. > >It was about four in the afternoon when they woke up. >Mark knew he had to get back to Memphis to catch his >plane. Reluctantly they got up. Margaret gave a >washcloth and towel so he could freshen himself. > >Fifteen minutes later he was kissing her goodbye, but >said he would call after his match. They would make >plans to go out again in a couple of weeks. She waved >goodbye to him as he left. > >Mark called after the match, and just about every >other night after that. They would talk for a couple >of hours at a time. She was beginning to wonder what >his phone bill was like. It was always good to hear >his voice. She had been keeping up with his matches. >She was always excited when he came to the ring. One >night while they were talking, he said instead of him >coming there, why don't she come to Houston. They were >going to be there and that was his home base (so to >speak). He would make the travel arrangements. She >felt like she could get at least a week or two (she >did have enough time in at work). Mark said he would >call to let her know what time her plane was leaving. > >About a couple of days later he called, told her which >plane and that her ticket was waiting on her. She was >to pack lightly. He would get anything she needed for >her when she arrived. > >After packing, she made arrangements for the house to >be looked after. She then had a friend take her to >Memphis to the airport. She picked up her ticket and >was soon on her way. About two hours later she landed >at the airport. > >CHAPTER 5 > >Margaret was going through the terminal trying to >locate the baggage claim area. After asking she went >over to pick her bag up. Just as she was about to pick >it up, a big hand reached around her. She turned and >there he was. > >"I'm glad you're here." He kissed her on the cheek. > >"So am I." > >"By the way, you will be staying at my house." > >Margaret was surprised. She had expected a hotel room. >She had completely forgotten he had a house here. > >"I also have another surprise. I'm taking you to the >arena the next day to meet everyone, even the head man >himself." > >Her eyes bugged out. She never expected this. > >They left the airport, this time in a very expensive >limo. She thought limos were only for taking the >wrestlers to the matches. On the way, they stopped at >a shop. Mark bought her some outfits and some other >things she needed. One thing she didn't forget, the >perfume she had worn the first time. > >A couple of hours later they arrived at his house. She >was in awe. It was a mansion. She couldn't believe her >eyes. She could see people working at the house. He >told her he always had someone there to keep it up and >had a personal chef. > >It would take too long to describe the mansion. All >she could do was stare at the rooms as he showed her >around. Finally he showed her the room she would be >in. It was beautiful, down to the four poster bed with >satin sheets. > >"Would it be okay if I changed clothes? I really would >like to freshen up." > >"Sure, see you later." > >She took a nice warm shower and at least made herself >look more presentable. She put on one of the outfits >he had bought her, a black and purple (what else) >caftan. She went downstairs and came into the living >room.It was huge. You could have put at least 2 rooms >in there. Margaret knew it had been decorated with him >in mind. Over in one corner there was a large black >sectional leather couch. Facing it was a large tv. > >Something on the other side of the room caught her >eye. It was a trophy case which had all sorts of >awards in it, including replicas of all the wrestling >titles he had won. Also, in the case were replicas of >motorcycles. He definitely does love motorcycles. > >Mark had been silently watching her and her reactions. >He was right, she would be right at home. He came in >and asked how she liked it. > >"I love this house. It reflects the real you. Thank >you for bringing me here." > >About that time, dinner was ready. They went in to the >dining room. It was a beautiful candle lit dinner. The >food was spicy, but wonderful. Afterwards they went >for a walk outside. It just so happened he had a small >garden in the back where he would go to do some >thinking in private. > >"I can see why you come here. It is so tranquil and >calm. Anybody would feel better after being here." > >He wrapped his arms around her. It felt good to hold >her again. They stayed that way for a few minutes, >each lost in their own thoughts. As if by magic, she >turned around. He tilted her chin and kissed her. His >tongue started exploring the inner reaches of her >mouth. Likewise, she too was exploring. He gave a low >moan and pulled her closer, so close it was as though >he was pulling her into his body. > >Margaret was glad he was holding her tight because her >whole body felt like it was ready to drop. All the >longing she had locked up was coming back. The flames >of desire were starting to ignite. > >He looked in her eyes and saw the desire there. He had >never seen such intense desire before, and it only >served to make him want to make love to her even more. >Should he dare to ask. > >"You know what I'm thinking." > >"Yes I do." > >"Are you sure, very sure?" > >Without hesitation she nodded. They slowly walked back >to the house. When they came to her room, he stopped >and asked again, "Are you very sure?" > >"Yes." > >He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid >her down ever so gently as a piece of porcelain. He >bent and kissed her with a fierce passion she had >never experienced before. It was as though she was >floating on a cloud. She felt the zipper of her caftan >come undone, then it was on the floor. Somehow his >clothes were off. > >His hands explored her gently, searching every nuance >of her body, making her feel as if she were on fire. >Mark was feeling the fire in him rise to a roaring >flame. It was to the point now where neither could >contain themselves any longer. > >Mark joined their bodies. It was like riding the wind, >each having the same rhythm. She was digging her >fingers in his back with each rhythm. They both >reached the apex of their desire Neither could hold >back any longer. Margaret was ready to scream. They >exploded, each burying their heads in the shoulder of >the other. After what seemed like an eternity they >finally came back down to earth. > >Mark kept his arms around her and soon both were >asleep. > > >CHAPTER 6 > >Morning came. Both woke up at the same time. > >"How do you feel this morning?" > >"Like I haven't felt in a long time." > >"I feel the same. I hadn't planned this, but when we >were in the garden, as if you belonged here. It was as >if it was meant for us to meet." > >"I feel the same way. It's as if some unknown force >brought us together. I haven't had feelings like this >before." > >"Remember when we fell asleep in the car?" > >"How could I forget. I still think about it." > >"I knew from that time you were going to be the one. >The one that would be in my life." > >He reminded her of their trip to the arena. Each went >and cleaned up. After breakfast they went to the >arena, but this time on his motorcycle. That was a >ride in itself. She was seated on the front with Mark >right behind her. His arms were long enough to reach >the bars. It was like no other ride she ever had. She >hadn't ridden a motorcycle since she was 5 years old. > >Some of the wrestlers were already there - Kane, Hardy >Boys, Edge and Christian, even Mick Foley. Did they >have the surprise of their life when Mark came in. >They had a suspicion all along that he was seeing >someone from the phone calls they could hear from his >hotel room at night. They gathered they would be >meeting her very soon. > >Some fans had already arrived and were wanting >autographs. He stopped and signed them. She had to >smile. If this relationship was to last, one of the >things she would have to get used to was the fans, >especially the women fans. "After all," she said to >herself, "he is a very sexy man, and I am one very >lucky woman." About twenty minutes later he came back >to where she was at the entrance to the arena. > >"Sorry about that." > >"What's to be sorry about. This is all a part of it >and something I will and have to accept." > >He was amazed at how she took things in stride, as if >it were a natural thing. He put his arm around her and >they went in. This did not go unnoticed by the fans, >especially one in particular - a moontribe sister, who >at the moment cannot be remembered. She couldn't wait >to get on the net and tell the rest of them what she >had seen. > >Margaret was introduced to everyone there. She was a >bit nervous. This was so unexpected. They knew Mark >was never one to talk much about anything, so they >asked her how they met. > >"Welcome to the craziest crowd you'll ever meet," Mick >said. > >"What do you mean by crazy? Is there something Mark >forgot to tell me?" > >Mark showed her where the ring was going to be set up; >the dressing rooms, and so on. They ran into JR and >Lawler. JR was as nice in person as he was when people >would see him on RAW. They shook hands. > >"I've watched wrestling for a long time. I have to >tell you I think you are the best announcer in the >business. You have a way of making it interesting to >watch." > >"Thank you. Its good to hear that." > >Lawler was a different story. He seemed to be >preoccupied with himself to even acknowledge their >presence. This didn't bother Margaret at all since she >had gone through that before. Mark, on the other hand, >was disgusted by the way he acted. > >"Don't make a big deal of it, Mark. Guys like him are >a dime a dozen. He'll get his one day. He just had >better not do it with you. He'll find out that when >push comes to shove, I definitely will put him in his >place - the garbage can." > >Mark looked at her and didn't really want to find that >out for real. > >It just so happened that Vince and Linda had just >arrived. Mark introduced her. Linda was looking at >Margaret in a weird way. > >"May I ask you something? I know we just met, but are >those eyes for real? I have never seen color like that >before." > >"Yes, they are for real, Mrs. McMahon." > >"Call me Linda. Everybody else does." > >Linda pulled Vince to the side. > >"Remember you were talking about having someone >precede the Undertaker when he entered in the arena?" > >"Yeah I remember that." > >"Take a good look at those eyes of hers. Have you ever >seen anything like them before? And they are for real." > >Vince took a good look. He had to admit, he hadn't >seen eyes like that before. > >"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" > >"You mean....?" > >"Why not?" > >Vince pulled Mark over to the side and talked with him >for about five minutes. Mark was listening to Vince, >although Margaret was curious to find out what they >were talking about. Mark was looking at her then at >Vince. Finally they came back over. > >"How would you like to participate tonight?" > >Margaret's eyes just bugged out. She didn't believe >she heard right. Vince asked her again. > >"What would I have to do?" > >"Simple, you would be wearing a long black dress with >the purple emblem of the Undertaker on the front. You >precede the Undertaker on his way to the ring carrying >a rod topped with the emblem of the Undertaker. When >you would be about two steps onto the ramp, you would >bring your arms down. That is the signal for flames to >shoot up on both sides of you. This would be Mark's >signal to come down the ramp with fire burning on >either side of him. At the bottom of the ring steps, >you would stand there. When Undertaker got to the >steps, you bow just a little bit. He then takes off >his leather coat and gives it to you. You go over and >sit by JR til the match is over, then go behind Mark >on his way up the ramp. How about it?" > >This was just too much. In her wildest dreams she >never expected to participate in anything like this. >This was a big show. It was a PPV, which was going to >be televised all over the world. > >She looked at Mark. > >"I don't see any reason why you can't" he said. > >"Okay, I'll do it."

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