“Want to go to the match tonight?” Paul asked the next morning. “You already said you’re off the next couple of days.”
“Well, yes I am, but who’s going to watch the girls?” Montana wondered.
“Shaun started her vacation today and she volunteered.“
“That’s not a very good way to start one’s vacation.”
“Actually, it was she that suggested you and I spend some alone time together tonight. And I had to agree, being I want to show off my new love.”
“And you’ll probably get a lot of crap for it, being you’ve stepped down from a few hot divas and models to an average secretary.”
“Average secretary, my ass. Besides, half of those assclowns think skinny-ass girls who have no curve to them are the norm and perfect standard. They need to see what a real woman looks like.”
“Maybe their idea of ‘real women’ aren’t exactly the same as yours.”
“Obviously. You should see some of the skanks they pick up. Jesus. Then again, I guess anything looks good when a person’s had a few too many.”
“Beer goggles,” Montana nodded.
“Huh?”
“When anything looks good when a person’s drunk. It’s called beer goggles.”
“For someone that doesn’t go out much, you sure know a hell of a lot.”
“Just a few things left over from college days. Of course, I was the one that looked good when people had the beer goggles. When I did go along, it was to make my pretty friends look even hotter.”
“What a crock of shit. And you went along with that?”
“Well….I was eighteen, raised without a mother from the time I was three, and away from home for the first time. I didn’t know any better. I didn’t even have sex until…..until I was twenty, and that was even with a drunk guy from a club. May I add that it was lousy and I didn’t sleep with anyone else for a long time after that.”
“Until….yesterday and last night?” Paul wondered.
“Something like that,” Montana blushed. “But about five years before that.”
“Not to sound like a dick, but how does a woman go without getting laid for five years?”
“Because we aren’t men that think about it twenty four hours a day,” she joked, playfully grabbing his ass.
“Hey!”
“Wow, Brian was right; you do have a nice ass. Tight and round. Beautiful.”
“Great, now my woman gets into discussions with my best friend about my ass.” Paul rolled his eyes.
“Among other things,” Montana grinned.
“I don’t even want to know. So anyway, you want to go tonight?”
“Why not, since Shaun has the girls covered, and to be honest, I don’t get many opportunities to see the shows themselves.”
“Exactly my point, baby; if you’re going to be with the Londonator, you have to see what I do.”
“Hmm,” she teased, “and what if I don’t want to be with him?”
He playfully grabbed her waist. “You’re stuck with me anyway.”
Later:
“Okay, I don’t think I have to run down everything with you again, right?” Paul asked Shaun.
“Gee, I don’t know,” Shaun replied, laughing. “You’ve told me about one hundred times no junk food or soda before dinner, bedtime is at nine thirty, no drinking around the kids, have them keep the noise down, and if I need to leave, call Mariah, unless your match is already over, then call you. Gotcha.”
“And for the love of Christ, if you can’t get Mariah, do NOT call Spanky this time. I know this is a tri-branded show and he’ll probably be done before I am, but—”
“I’ll call Kayleigh,” Shaun interjected. “Will you quit worrying, Guapo?”
“It’s my job to worry. They’re my daughters, remember?”
“How can one forget? You just concentrate on your match and giving Montana a good time afterwards. I have everything covered here.”
“Thanks, Shaun, I knew I could count on you.”
At the arena:
“Oh no,” Montana shook her head when she spied Paul coming out of the locker room.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re still wearing those baggy shorts and goofy Nike shoes?”
“Yeah, so?”
“That look is hideous. I can’t believe you’re in those relics from when you and Brian were a tag team. They redid his look, why not yours?”
“You sit in on meetings once in awhile, why not ask them?”
“Because I usually just take the minutes. Seriously, you look like a jobber. No offense.”
“Uhhh…maybe because I have been lately? And none taken.”
“You need some new shorts, preferably ones that show off your ass. Kind of like the light green ones you wore a few years ago in a picture that I saw.”
“Jesus, you could see my balls in those things. And you do know that I need something to move in while I’m out there, right?”
“Of course. But anything is better that that atrocity you have on now. I think the next time I sit in on something, I’m bringing up getting you a makeover.”
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