To Love Again
Written by Maxine

To Love Again

Chapter 1

As the few employees had gathered in the big 

conference room at Titan Towers in

Stamford Connecticut. They Men and Women watched as 

their boss paced around the

room and grumbled under his breath about shitty 

attitudes, injuries and careless

ness while working. 

They were waiting for either A) Vince to yell or B) 

Vince’s head blow up and take

out the state of Connecticut with it. Most of them 

were hoping for B...They’d

rather take a bullet to the head then to hear another 

one of Vince’s yelling

speeches.

Vince finally stopped in the middle of the long oak 

table and said, “I’ve come to

a rational decision. Everyone sitting in this room 

today has had shitty

attitudes...you’ve all had bad injuries to try and 

come back from...and you’re

getting sloppy in the damn ring.”

Vince as in Vince McMahon the owner and CEO of the WWE 

(World Wrestling

Entertainment, Standing by his side was his wife 

Linda, and his two children

Shane and Stephanie.

Vince continued to walk around the room...he looked 

from wrestler to wrestler to

wrestler. He started off, “Mark (Undertaker) Look at 

you.” Mark looked down and

said, “I have, please don’t ask me to do it again I 

may fall in love with myself.”

That earned a round of boisterous laughter from the 

other wrestlers sitting at

the table. Vince humored Mark and said, “And just how 

would that go about

happening?” Mark said, “Well because Vince, I know 

what I’m packin’ in my jeans.”

Err go another round of laughter. Vince couldn’t help 

but laugh

either...Stephanie and Linda blushed a little.

Vince said, “Anyways...the point I’m trying to make is 

for the next 2 months, you

selective few are going to fly out to Colorado and get 

some much needed Rest and

Relaxation...Take your families to spend time, or 

don’t take your families to run

around your rooms naked I don’t care...but I want you 

all to come back with

better attitudes, bodies healed...and I want the moves 

in that ring out there to

be crisp and refreshed. I will have an extra gym set 

up and a ring set up for

those of you who can’t seem to stay away from either.”

Glenn smiled his dopey smile and then raised his hand. 

Vince said, “Glenn why are

you raising your hand...this is not grade school.” 

Glenn said, “You’re the

boss...you think I’m stupid enough to cut you off 

while you’re speaking? Just

because I let you make my character some what dense, 

doesn’t mean I am also.”

Mark leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over 

his chest and said,

“Could’ve fooled me.” Glenn pointed at Mark and said, 

“Watch it Deadman.” Mark

said, “Oooo...or what...You gonna tell my mama after 

school what I said bout ya?”

Glenn said, “Yea...And she’d beat you with an inch of 

your life.”

Mark moved around a little and said, “Shit you know 

you’re right...My mama would

too...Hell I maybe 3 feet taller then her...but she 

can still put the fear of God

into me. (In his best mom voice) Boy I brought you 

into this world after 59 hours

of labor with no drugs...and with as much pain as 

you’ve caused me...I can go

through a little more to take you right back out. Ya 

little son of bitch.”

Everyone in the room calmed down and Vince said, 

“Glenn what was your question?”

Glenn said, “What’s so special about 

Colorado...Anything in particular?” Vince

said, “MY God daughter down there owns her own Bed & 

Breakfast. She’s already

said she’d take you lot there for the next 2 months. 

So don’t even think of going

no where else. You’ll be there for the duration.”

So after being handed plane tickets and 2 month R & R 

papers, the selected few

went to the paring garage where all their stuff had 

been packed up and loaded

into two small vans and then a limo the size of New 

York picked up the wrestlers

and headed to the airport.

Chapter 2

Tyra made her way around the bed and breakfast…making 

sure everything was up to

par. She made sure all the rooms had fresh linen, 

clean and polished wood floors,

bathrooms fully stocked with everything someone would 

need for a relaxing 2 month

vacation. Curtains cleaned and put back up. Even that 

stereo type little mints on

the customers pillows for when they arrive.

I walked down stairs just as a few black limos were 

pulling into the gated Wine

and Roses bed and breakfast...coming up the drive. My 

concierge Felipe, a

somewhat up tight French man, who’d gotten his 

American Citizenship when he was

10. Walked over and in his beautiful French accent 

said, “What a haul...sweaty

muscled up wrestlers for the next two months.” 

I nudge Felipe with my elbow as the wrestlers started 

walking towards the huge

double wooden French doors and said, “Felipe! Ne 

pensez pas même à être grossier

à mes employés de parrains... et l'insulte de don't 

leur cause d'intellegence

certains sont plus futée puis vous ou j'a remonté.”

Felipe said, “Délicat délicat, particulièrement hommes 

d'odeury d'excédent.” I

looked and Felipe and said, “Cut it and smile.” Felipe 

nodded and smiled...

The wrestlers walked in and stood in line. Shane and 

Stephanie walked up and I

gave them both hugs and kisses on the cheeks...Steph 

said, “The drive up here was

beautiful...” I said, “Girl you wait until you see the 

sun rise and sun

set...you’ll never want to leave.” Shane’s wife 

Maurisa said, “I already don’t

want to.”

Shane said, “Well...C’mon let me introduce you to some 

friends.” I walked with

him...and starting with two huge men one with auburn 

hair covered in tattoos, and

one with brunette ringlets and ink free skin with a 

short redhead attached to the

ink free one...Shane said, “Mark Callaway 

(Undertaker), Glenn Jacobs (Kane), Tina

Jacobs(Fyre) Glenn’s wife.” 

I shook their hands granted the big tattooed guy held 

onto my hand a little

longer then I expected or wanted. As we continued down 

the line, Shane said,

“David Bautista, Samantha Bautista (Faruza) Dave’s 

wife. Paul Levesque,

Stephanie’s fiancé. Mark Jindrak and his soon to be 

bride Athena Mostly everyone

calls her Ena for short.”

Glenn watched as Mark stood there staring after the 

breeze that just blew by

them...Mark’s emerald green orbs were fixed on the 

girl...she had to of been

about 5’10” with the longest legs, and around 

125lbs...she needed to be fattened

up a little...she had the most amazing purple colored 

eyes he’d ever seen and

long waist length brunette hair. She couldn’t have 

been anything older then 19.

Shane said, “Guys this is Tyra Billings...she’s our 

God sister, and mom and dad’s

God Daughter. She’s the owner of this establishment.” 

I said, “If you need

anything...or something isn’t to your liking...please 

don’t hesitate to let me or

one of my staff know immediately...and we’ll fix it 

right away. I’m sure you’re

all tired from your travels...let’s get you settled 

for the night.”

I could feel the big tattooed guys eyes on me...there 

was something about his

rough edges that made him appealing to me. I didn’t 

think anything about it as

Felipe and I showed the guests to their rooms...as 

luck would have it Mark’s room

was next to mine on the 3rd floor. We had a connecting 

door. I wouldn’t mind

“accidentally” walking in on him in the shower once.

I giggled to myself as I pulled the covers up and 

turned the light out...for the

first night wasn’t bad...I just wish I wouldn’t of 

known what was in store for me.

TRANSLATION

French: Felipe! Ne pensez pas même à être grossier à 

mes employés de parrains...

et l'insulte de don't leur cause d'intellegence 

certains sont plus futée puis

vous ou j'a remonté.

English: Felipe! Dont even think of being rude to my 

Godfathers employees...And

don't insult their intellegence cause some are smarter 

then you or me put together.

French: Délicat délicat, particulièrement hommes 

d'odeury d'excédent.

English: Touchy touchy, especially over smelly men

Chapter 3

The following morning, I showered and was down making 

sure the breakfast was

being cooked for the guys. The big snow hadn’t even 

come yet...there was a light

dusting on the ground, but you could still see the 

grass under it. It was around

45 degrees outside...not too cold...but cold enough 

for a sweatshirt and jeans.

Mark sat in the huge dinning room that had been 

prepared for him and the

others...he watched as Tyra busied herself around the 

room, moving the servers

and stuff around...Mark couldn’t honestly get how a 

woman so beautiful and yet

successful wasn’t married already...He had been asking 

about her through

Stephanie and Shane.

As soon as everyone finished breakfast...I was sitting 

at the front desk with

Felipe. Felipe said, “Ainsi...qu'un du boeuf américain 

durcit êtes vous radotant

au-dessus de la Mlle. Billings?” I said, “Ceux-ci car 

vous le mettez les gâteaux

américains de boeuf fonctionnent avec mon dieu que le 

père... là isn't un dans le

groupe qui pourrait tourner ma tête encore moins me 

font la bave.”

Felipe scoffed and said, “C’mon I a vu la manière dont 

grand tattooed type

regardant effrayant vous observait mangent le petit 

déjeuner ce matin...que vous

ne pouvez pas me dire que vous ne pensez pas des 

hes...enfer attrayant si j'étais

une identification de femme pensez qu'il était sexy 

car un beau OE français de

femme m'a parlé sale en français tandis que nous 

faisions l'amour.”

I said, “Je doute à peine de que l'homme peut parler 

un lèchement de Français,

veux encore moins le parler me tout en rendant l'amour 

sale ou l'autre recherche

de wise .I AM romane ou l'amour...que je veux juste 

courir cet endroit...c'est la

seule chose j'ai laissée de la maman et du papa. 

quoiqu'il fasse beau d'être

amoureux un certain jour...il est juste pas 

aujourd'hui.

About that time Mark the big tattooed guy walked 

around the corner and said,

“Excuse me Miss. Billings have you seen Shane 

anywhere?”

The next thing that flew out of Felipe’s mouth was, 

“Oui... il est dehors sur le

porche plan à son téléphone de cellules, mais vous ne 

devriez pas demander sur

lui quand vous si porter Tyra jusqu'à sa pièce de lui 

faire l'amour passionné

sauvage.”

Mark smirked when he saw Tyra’s eyes widen...he 

couldn’t imagine what Felipe had

said but it must’ve been good. Mark said, “Sorry but I 

don’t understand

French...could you translate for me darlin’?” 

Trying not to choke on my tea I nodded and said, “He 

said, Shane is on the porch

on his cell phone.” I could feel the crimson sliding 

into my cheeks. Mark leaned

over the counter and said, “I may not know French, but 

I know there was more to

what he said, and I also know a beautiful woman 

doesn’t blush for no reason.”

I swallowed hard and blushed even deeper. I said, 

“Yes...there was more...but

Felipe was being distasteful and disgusting...and I 

apologize.” Mark said, “Hell

honey, don’t apologize...disgusting and distasteful 

comments are something I like

depending on who they are said to at certain moments.”

My blush depends 15 times the legal limit and I 

giggled a little. Mark said, “Now

if you’ll excuse me...I’ll see you two trouble makers 

later tonight.”

We watched Mark walk away and Felipe said, “Était-ce 

mon imagination ou cette

grande brute flirtait-elle avec vous?” I glared at him 

and said, “Silence Felipe!”

Translation

English: So...Which one of the American beef cakes are 

you drooling over Miss.

Billings?

French: Ainsi... qu'un du boeuf américain durcit êtes 

vous radotant au-dessus de

la Mlle. Billings

English: These as you put it american beef cakes work 

with my god father...there

isn't one in the bunch that could turn my head let 

alone make me drool.

French: Ceux-ci car vous le mettez les gâteaux 

américains de boeuf fonctionnent

avec mon dieu que le père... là isn't un dans le 

groupe qui pourrait tourner ma

tête encore moins me font la bave.

English: Cmon I saw the way that big tattooed scary 

looking guy was watching you

eat breakfast this morning...you can not tell me that 

you dont think hes a little

attractive...hell if I was a woman id think he was 

sexy as a beautiful french

woman wo talked dirty to me in french while we made 

love.

French: Cmon I a vu la manière dont grand tattooed 

type regardant effrayant vous

observait mangent le petit déjeuner ce matin... que 

vous ne pouvez pas me dire

que vous ne pensez pas des hes... enfer attrayant si 

j'étais une identification

de femme pensez qu'il était sexy car un beau OE 

français de femme m'a parlé sale

en français tandis que nous faisions l'amour.

English: I hardly doubt that man can speak a lick of 

French, let alone want to

speak it to me while making love dirty or other wise.I 

am not looking for romance

or love...I just want to run this place...it is the 

only thing i have left from

mom and dad. even though it would be nice to fall in 

love some day...it is just

not today.

French: Je doute à peine de que l'homme peut parler un 

lèchement de Français,

veux encore moins le parler me tout en rendant l'amour 

sale ou l'autre recherche

de wise.I AM romane ou l'amour... que je veux juste 

courir cet endroit... c'est

la seule chose j'ai laissée de la maman et du papa. 

quoiqu'il fasse beau d'être

amoureux un certain jour... il est juste pas 

aujourd'hui.

French: Oui... il est dehors sur le porche plan à son 

téléphone de cellules, mais

vous ne devriez pas demander sur lui quand vous si 

porter Tyra jusqu'à sa pièce

de lui faire l'amour passionné sauvage.

English: Yes...he is out on the front porch on his 

cell phone, but you should not

be asking about him when you should be carrying Tyra 

up to her room to make wild

passionate love to her.

French: Était-ce mon imagination ou cette grande brute 

flirtait-elle avec vous ?

English: Was it my imagination or was that big brute 

flirting with you? 

French: Silence Felipe !

English: Hush Felipe!

Chapter 4

A couple of hours later, Mark walked over with Shane 

and said, “Is there any good

snow tired transportation out of here?” I said, “Of 

course. My jeep.” 

Mark turned to Shane and said, “Shane can you drive me 

into town to pick up my

bike? Your father called me and said he had it shipped 

here...which remind me to

kiss that man the next time I see him.”

I said, “Excuse me...You wanna get down this mountain 

to pick up your bike, I

drive you in my jeep...not Shane drives you in MY 

jeep...Are we clear?” 

Mark said, “No offence but you’re a woman.” 

I smiled and said, “None taken you over grown tattooed 

male chauvinist...No

offence but your in my yard now Mr. Callaway. No one 

in this establishment knows

these roads the way I do...I know which ones are safe 

to drive on and which

aren’t. If Shane takes you...you’ll either get lost or 

die from cold. And right

now it’s not even cold out...but it will be tonight.”

Shane said, “Alright then...Tyra wins.” Mark glared at 

Shane and said, “I don’t

think so boy.” I said, “Don’t try to intimidate 

him...and don’t even think of

trying to intimidate me...it won’t work...I don’t see 

you as some scary character

on TV...you’re just a man with a different job.”

I grabbed my keys and Felipe snapped his fingers in 

the air and walked away with

Shane. I walked out onto the front porch and said, 

“Coming Chauvinist?” Mark

nodded and through gritted teeth said, “Yes ma’am.”

We walked out to the garage/barn and uncovered my 

jeep...Mark said, “There’s no

roof on this thing...and where are the doors?” I said, 

“Well...I guess you should

hurry up or you’re gonna get snow on your hair.” Mark 

pulled himself inside...the

jeep had a roll cage on it...and snow tires that went 

up to his waist...if not

higher.

I slipped the gear shift into reverse as I backed out 

of the barn...I stopped

slipped a CD in the player, pulled my hair in a pony 

tail, slipped some

sunglasses on and fastened my seat belt. 

I looked at Mark and with a smirk playing on my lips I 

said, “Attention to all

passengers you’re now sitting in the Whipped Your Ass 

2003...please keep all

arms, legs and objects inside the moving vehicle at 

all times...and oh yea don’t

forget to buckle up cause it’s going to be a BUMPY 

ride.”

Mark slapped his seatbelt on just in time to watch 

Tyra snap the gear shift into

first as she let off the clutch and smashed down the 

gas. Mark grabbed the roll

cage top bar and held on for dear life. On the way 

down the mountain they went

sliding through snow drifts and he’s pretty sure they 

ran over a few 16 foot tall

trees...and he also could’ve sworn he heard a small 

rabbit cuss as they zoomed by it.

The music started blasting through the speakers...and 

surprisingly enough you

could hear the words as they crashed and zipped 

through the crunching snow.

*****************************

Well, I ain't never been the Barbie doll type

No, I can't swig that sweet champagne, 

I'd rather drink beer all night

In a tavern or in a honky tonk or on a four-wheel 

drive tailgate

I've got posters on my wall of Skynyrd, Kid and Strait

Some people look down on me, but I don't give a rip

I'll stand barefooted in my own front yard with a baby 

on my hip

'Cause I'm a redneck woman an' I ain't no high class 

broad

I'm just a product of my raisin' I say 'hey ya'll' and 

'yee-haw'

And I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch 

all year long

And I know all the words to every Charlie Daniels song

So here's to all my sisters out there keepin' it 

country

Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls 

like me, hell yeah 

Victoria's Secret, well there stuff's real nice

But I can buy the same damn thing on a Wal-Mart shelf 

half price

And still look sexy, just as sexy as those models on 

TV

I don't need no designer tag to make my man want me

Well, you might think I'm trashy, a little too hard 

core

But in my neck of the woods, I'm just the girl next 

door

Hey, I'm a redneck woman an' I ain't no high class 

broad

I'm just a product of my raisin' I say 'hey ya'll' and 

'yee-haw'

And I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch 

all year long

And I know all the words to every Tanya Tucker song

So here's to all my sister's out there keepin' it 

country

Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls 

like me, hell yeah

I'm a redneck woman an' I ain't no high class broad

I'm just a product of my raisin' I say 'hey ya'll' and 

'yee-haw'

And I keep my Christmas lights on on my front porch 

all year long

And I know all the words to every ol' Bocephus song

So here's to all my sister's out there keepin' it 

country

Let me get a big 'hell yeah' from the redneck girls 

like me, hell yeah

Hell yeah, hell yeah

Hell yeah

I said hell yeah!

*****************************

As the came sliding to a stop...Mark suddenly realized 

this girl was home to

him...he hadn’t had that much fun in a long, LONG 

time...and listening to her

country music at break neck speeds...made him feel 

like he was a teenager

again...Oh yea...he definitely wanted to get to know 

Tyra much better.

I dropped Mark off and took off back up the mountain. 

I saw a smile playing on

Mark’s lips...Oh yea...he had a good time.

Chapter 5

A couple of weeks later, Mark and I ended up talking a 

lot...it was nice. One day

Mark had gone out riding all day...it wasn’t cold...it 

was pretty nice...most of

the first snow had melted...even though we were due 

for a fresh batch any day. I

was sitting in the sitting room with Stephanie and a 

few other wrestlers...We

were just laughing and joking around...

Mark walked in from his Motorcycle ride and I sucked 

in a breath...he had on

jeans with black leather chaps that just fit his ass 

great...plus his black

hooded Deadman Inc sweatshirt, with his black leather 

vest over it. he had a

black bandana around his head and his hair pulled into 

a low tail...with black

steel toed boots and sunglasses.

I looked around and then jumped up and ran over to him 

and said, “OH MY GOD CAN I

HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!?!?!”

Mark smirked and said, “What?” 

I pouted and then said, “Oh...My mistake...I’m 

sorry...” Mark said, “What are you

sorry for darlin’?” I said, “I thought you was one of 

the Village People there

for a minute and was about to ask you to do your 

rendition of YMCA.”

Paul was sitting next to Stephanie and for the life of 

him couldn’t keep a

straight face...he said, “Oooo...Ouch.” Mark gave Paul 

the finger. As the rest of

us rolled with fits of laughter. 

Mark just shook his head and walked passed us and into 

the kitchen...calling me a

smart ass ring leader and everyone else a pack of 

following hyenas. 

I laughed and hopped over the back of the couch and 

walked after Mark into the

kitchen...by the time I’d gotten in there with him, 

his vest and chaps were

hanging on the back of the door. I jumped up and sat 

on the counter and said,

“You’re not really mad are you?”

Mark looked at Tyra and the smile she had on her 

beautiful face and he knew he

wasn’t mad...he shook his head no...and said, “It’s 

easy making fun of guys who

don’t hit women huh?” Tyra said, “Men don’t hit 

me...and if they ever did...it’ll

be the last thing they ever did as a man again...If 

you...uh...catch my drift.”

Mark cringed and said, “Unfortunately I do.”

Mark watched as she jumped down and started loading 

the dirty dishes into the

dishwasher. Mark watched as her jean covered ass 

danced in front of him. Mark

couldn’t stand it anymore...He walked over and took 

her by the arm and turned her

around...and pulled her tiny body tight against his.

Her chest moving up and down against his as she 

started breathing heavy in

anticipation. All of a sudden Mark leaned down and 

pushed his lips softly against

hers. Her mouth opened to grant his tongue access to 

her.

As the kiss started to get deeper...Tyra pulled 

away...Mark looked down and saw

she had a couple of stray tears sliding down her 

cheeks. Mark softly caressed her

cheek and said, “I’m sorry Tyra.”

Tyra said, “No...it’s okay...it’s not you...I just 

don’t want a repeat of 11

months ago...I’ve learned to live without certain 

people in my life...and having

you and then watching you leave would hurt 

worse...cause you’d be leaving on your

own free wheel...and not because you was taken from 

me.”

Mark said, “You’re talking about your parents?” Tyra 

shook her head no...she

said, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now...I wish 

I could...but not right now.”

Mark said, “You know I’m here if you wanna talk.” She 

nodded and walked out of

the room. Mark heard her go up stairs...probably to 

her room...he hoped he hadn’t

scared her.

Chapter 6

A couple of days later it was around 4 am. Mark hadn’t 

been able to sleep...the

nights were getting colder and he had been wanting to 

talk to Tyra about the

kiss...He wanted to tell her how much she was truly 

affecting him, physically and

mentally. She seemed to be the only person on his mind 

as of late.

Though for the life of him, Mark couldn’t understand 

why...he had a special

someone at home waiting for him...he’d decided against 

bringing her along,

because like everyone else...he could use the time 

alone to concentrate on trying

to relax and not having to worry about someone tagging 

along with him.

Tyra either didn’t realize it or just didn’t ask about 

it...but Mark looked down

at the necklace...He just laid in bed with the 

moonlight shinning in the room, he

picked it up and stared at his wedding rings. Everyone 

in the company knew he was

married...so they either hadn’t told her...or they 

just didn’t realize he was

falling for her.

Mark heard the bed creek next door...it was Tyra’s 

room. She was often an early

riser but this was a bit early even for her. He heard 

her pad around in her bare

feet on the wooden floors and thought she was going to 

catch pneumonia. He

listened as she opened her closet and dresser 

drawers...once he heard her booted

feet walk to the door and out and down the steps.

Mark pulled himself out of bed and went to pull his 

jeans and boots on...he

walked over and after he pulled the necklace off he 

put it in the top drawer and

closed it as he pulled on a hooded sweatshirt with his 

Deadman Inc. theme on it.

He pulled his hair back and put his bandana on and 

walked out and followed Tyra’s

foot steps in the light dusting of snow they had 

received in the middle of the

night some time.

He followed them to a hill and at the bottom of the 

hill was concrete stairs made

into the ground and a metal pipe handle going along 

their stairs. He followed her

foot steps up the stairs. When he got to the top he 

stopped...Tyra was sitting on

her knees in the snow dust in front of 3 headstones.

He watched as she prayed...when she finished she 

leaned over and kissed the two

large headstones and the smaller heart shaped head 

stone she knelt in front of

and leaned her head against. Mark saw the last name on 

the two bigger head stones

was Billings...so Mark knew it was her parents. But he 

didn’t know who the third

one belonged too.

Mark watched silence as Tyra slowly stood up and 

brushed the snow off her jeans

and then placed a lingering kiss on top of the 3rd 

head stone...Mark could hear

her sniffling...she must’ve been crying. Mark took a 

step and Tyra must’ve heard

him cause she spun around and stopped...her face was 

tear streaked.

She shook her head and said, “You shouldn’t be out of 

here...you’re going to

catch pneumonia.” 

Mark walked over and said, “I could say the same for 

you...up here alone sitting

in the cold snow.” I whipped my cheeks and eyes and 

said, “I’ve lived up here my

whole life...I’m used to it.” Mark walked over and 

stood next to me and said, “So

this is where you’re parents are buried...it’s 

beautiful.” I said, “The sun rises

up over this hill...you can stand here and look back 

at the Inn and it looked

like everything is just tranquil and at peace.”

Mark said, “So Who is the 3rd headstone for?” I looked 

down and then back up at

Mark and said, “My husband.” 

Chapter 7

Mark’s head jerked down and he said, “You’re 

husband...you’re not that old...You

can’t be more then 19.” I said, “25 in a month...I 

married really young.”

Mark said, “Just how young exactly?” 

I said, “20...Ryan was 21. We were married for 3 

years...My parents were killed

in the plane crash and a year later Ryan was killed in 

a snowboarding accident.

That was 11 months ago. He was gliding down the hill 

and went to jump from one

bank across the road to another snow bank and he 

landed in the middle of the

road...a car was coming and he was trying to get the 

clasps on his board and

boots un-done, but they wouldn’t budge....the car 

slammed on their brakes...but

it was too late...they hit ice and slid into him. I 

popped my board off and went

to him...he was still alive...they air lifted him to 

the nearest hospital...and I

went with but on the way there he died.”

Tears sliding down my cheeks as I recalled Ryan 

telling me he loved me before he

took his last breath.

Mark felt his heart go out to Tyra...he knew there was 

nothing he could say to

make her feel better...he put his arm around her and 

she turned into him and

cried hard. Mark carried her back to the Inn and put 

her back in bed for a few hours.

When I woke up...I went down stairs and Felipe said, 

“Bien- Bien, le regard qui

s'est finalement levé... apprécient votre peu 

promenade avec M. tatouage?”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Fermé Felipe... j'ai un 

mal principal la taille du

Brésil de pleurer et de Ja Pas à vouloir vous accepter 

pour redresser cette seconde.”

Felipe said, “Est-ce que quelqu'un s'est réveillé du 

côté faux du lit? Est-ce que

vous faites-vous vous réaliser une promenade gentille 

ce matin... vous pourriez

avoir attrapé le pneumonia?”

I said, “Je suis allé aux pierres principales et la 

marque m'a suivi là... que

j'ai fini vers le haut de lui dire chaque chose.”

Felipe said, “Ryan Même?”

I nodded yes and Felipe covered his mouth with his 

hand and said, “I'm Tyra

désolé... que je n'ai pas connu que... il doit avoir 

blessé pour lui indiquer

chaque chose. Êtes vous ok?"

I rubbed my temples and said, “Oui, je veux juste être 

laissé un seul pendant un

moment cependant. Je vais obtenir quelque chose manger 

et quelque chose pour mon

mal de tête... et retourner alors à ma pièce... 

donnent svp chaque mes excuses et

leur disent que je ne veux pas des visiteurs.”

Felipe said, “Oui Madame.”

Felipe walked away and I did just what I said I was 

going to do...I walked down

to the kitchen and got some aspirin and breakfast and 

went back up stairs and

spent the rest of the day in bed.

Translation

Well-well, look who has finally gotten up...Enjoy your 

little walk with Mr. Tattoos?

Shut up Felipe...I have a head ache the size of Brazil 

from crying and I do not

want to put up with you right this second.

Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Did 

you have a nice walk this

morning...you realize you could have caught pneumonia?

I went to the head stones and Mark followed me 

there...I ended up telling him

every thing.

Even Ryan?

I'm sorry Tyra...I did not know...It must have hurt to 

tell him every thing. Are

you ok?"

Yes, I just want to be left a lone for a while though. 

I am going to get

something to eat and something for my headache...and 

then return to my

room...please give every one my apologies and tell 

them I do not want visitors.

Yes Madame 

Chapter 8

A couple of weeks later...It was the night before the 

wrestlers were to go back

on the road and leave. They’d decided they all wanted 

to go down into town to

some club / bar and have a good time drinking and 

dancing...I decided to just

stay at the Inn...

I was missing Ryan something awful...and knew I had 

feelings for Mark. But I felt

as though I was cheating on Ryan. I’d heard through 

the grape vine that Mark was

married to some great girl named Sara who was at their 

home in Houston Texas. 

I felt ashamed for having feelings for another woman’s 

husband...but it wasn’t

like he was exactly making it easy...Before I even 

knew he was married...He

kissed me...I liked it...I hadn’t been kissed like 

that since before Ryan died.

I was walking around the Inn with the stereo on and 

one of the most beautiful

songs came on...it made me think of Ryan 

instantly...It was called One Sweet Day

and was sung by Mariah Carey & Boys to Men...

As I was walking around the Inn listening to the song, 

I was crying and taking

shots of Southern Comfort and Jack Daniels.

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Sorry, I never told you, all I wanted to say. 

Now it's too late to hold you. '

Cause you've flown away, so far away.

Never, Had I imagined, yeah, living without your 

smile. 

Feelin' and knowing you hear me. 

It keeps me alive. Alive!

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,

Like so many friends we've lost along the way, 

And I know eventually we'll be together.

One sweet day. 

Picture a little scene from Heaven.

Darling, I never showed you.

Assumed you'd always be there.

I took your presence for granted.

But I always cared

And I miss the love we shared.

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven.

Like so many friends we've lost along the way.

And I know eventually we'll be together.

One sweet day. 

Picture a little scene from Heaven.

Although, the sun will never shine the same, I'll 

always look to a brighter day.

Yeah, Lord, I know, when I lay me down to sleep,

You'll always listen, as I pray!

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,

Like so many friends we've lost along the way, 

And I know eventually we'll be together.

One sweet day. 

And I know you're shining down on me from Heaven,

Like so many friends we've lost along the way, 

And I know eventually we'll be together.

One sweet day. 

Sorry, I never told you, all I wanted to say

*****************************

Mark came back from the bar early, and saw Tyra 

sitting on the couch crying and

drinking...Mark helped her up stairs and started a 

shower for her...and told her

she’d feel better after she took a nice long hot 

shower. 

He left the room and I showered...he was right...I had 

sobered up some what. I

wrapped a towel around my self and toweled the water 

out of my hair and sat on

the bed...I couldn’t stop crying...I couldn’t stop 

thinking of Ryan.

I was sitting on my bed and had my arm around the bed 

post at the foot of the bed

and my head leaning against it. I heard Mark walk in 

the room...his boots had

that certain sound when they were thudding against the 

hard wood floors. 

I said, “You must think I’m some huge basket 

case...getting drunk and crying all

over the place.” Mark came over and sat behind me and 

said, “No I don’t...I think

that you miss your husband...and that as hard as you 

try...you’re not even half

way done mourning the loss of him from your life.”

I shook my head no and said, “Probably not.” 

I said, “I just never felt like trying to replace Ryan 

yet...You know

something...When I first met you...It scared 

me...You’re about the same size as

Ryan...of course he was not as tall as you...but he 

had tons of beautiful muscle

tone...and auburn hair like yours...with his go-tee 

and mustache. He always made

me feel like I was the most beautiful person in the 

world...like I could never be

replaced.”

Mark said, “It’s because you are beautiful...and you 

are irreplaceable...There is

no one on the face of the earth that could take your 

place Tyra.” I said, “You

sound so much like him...he was from San Antonio 

Texas...he had a deep southern

accented voice like you’ve got...I could listen to him 

talk for hours...about

nothing in particular...even stupid stuff.”

Chapter 9

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Childhood living

Is easy to do

The things you wanted

I brought them for you

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Mark moved around on the bed and draped his legs off 

the side of the bed, so I

was sitting between them. Being this close to someone 

in such a long time was

making my pulse race. His hands touch my waist and 

hips and I sucked in a breath.

Mark put his lips close to my ear and whispered, “When 

was the last time a man

touched you?” My breath caught in my throat and I 

finally said, “Ryan and I made

love the night before his accident.” Mark said, “That 

is too long for a beautiful

woman to wait to not have been touched in so long.” 

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Graceless lady

You know who I am

You know I can't let you

Slide through my hands

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Mark’s lips touched the skin on Tyra’s neck and she 

instantly felt the warmth.

Tyra said, “I don’t think you should be doing that 

Mark.” Mark said, “Close your

eyes...and listen to the sound of my voice...My name 

is not Mark...Its Ryan.”

Mark kissed Tyra’s neck again and her head moved to 

the side letting him have

better access. 

Mark’s hands slowly started to slid along her thighs 

as he lifted her up and

moved her back to lay on the bed beside him...he laid 

her on her back as he laid

on his side, still kissing and licking paths from her 

shoulder to her ear and

neck...he finally kissed up to her lips...as his big 

hands caressed their way

down the curves of her body. His finger slightly 

brushed her towel covered

nipples and Tyra moaned into his mouth. As their 

tongue slowly searched each

others mouths.

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Wild Horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

*****************************

His hands slowly opened the bottom of the towel as his 

finger tips traced hot

patterns on her flesh...his hand slid down and he 

slowly moved her thighs

apart...draping one leg over his and moving the other 

one over a little...and he

slowly and methodically moved his index finger up and 

down her wet slit. She was

positively soaking...so he knew she was fully enjoying 

it.

Plus the deep throaty moans and groans that were 

coming into his mouth from hers

was another give away...Then slowly He pushed his 

middle and index finger into

her aching core...as far in as he could...he could 

instantly feel more wetness on

his thick fingers. He slowly started to work his 

fingers in and out of her...he

wanted tonight to be all about her. He knew he had to 

leave in the morning...but

for one night he wanted to bring Ryan back for her.

*****************************

I watched you suffer

A dull, aching pain

Now you decided

To show me the same

*****************************

He stopped what he was doing and pulled his fingered 

from her scorching core and

he started kissing her neck and kissed her ear and 

said, “C’mon baby...You know I

love it when you moan my name...” he peeled her towel 

open and started kissing

down to her breasts. Where he took her left nipple in 

his mouth first...and he

got a small moan from her...slowly arching her back up 

and pushing her nipple

into his mouth more. He moved over and took her right 

nipple into his mouth...

She got vocal, “Oooh God baby. That feels so good.”

He kissed down her flat stomach and moved her knees up 

as his tongue started to

enter her core...she finally moaned out, 

“Ryan...Mmmmm.” He laid and licked at

her slit until she’d moaned Ryan at least a hundred 

times...and then he slowly

crawled up her body and said, “Are you ready for me 

baby?”

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No sweeping exits

or off-stage lines

Can make me feel bitter

Or treat you unkind

*****************************

She nodded and he said, “You keep them beautiful eyes 

closed...and just feel

it...Feel all the love I’m giving you...but I want you 

to keep moaning my name

baby...cause it’s from me to you.”

She felt him slid between her thighs and she said, 

“I’ve missed you so much...I

thought I’d never get you back...I’ve missed having 

you inside me...loving me the

only way that you can.” She felt him slid himself into 

her all the way

penetrating as deep as he could...and with a slowly 

steady rocking she felt him

sliding in and out of her at a nice slow 

pace...letting her feel him slid nearly

all the way out and then pushing all the way 

him...feeling herself stretch around

him to get all of him in her.

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Wild Horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

*****************************

He was going slow and she kissed his ear and said, “Oh 

God Ryan please go

faster...I just want to feel you pushing in me and 

pulling out of me so hard...so

fast...Mmmmm deeper Ryan please....”

He pulled her knees up and held onto the back of her 

thighs as he started doing

what she was begging for him to do...with every stroke 

he went a little deeper, a

little harder...and ever a little faster...she wrapped 

her arms around the span

of his back and held onto him as he did what he could 

to make her feel love, even

if it wasn’t his love...it was her husbands love for 

just one night.

*****************************

I know I dreamed you

A sin and a lie

I have my freedom

But I don't have much time

*****************************

Listening to her moaning her husbands name and not his 

hurt, but the fact that he

brought her husband to life just one more time...was 

enough to make all the hurt

and heart ache go away.

She knew deep in her heart that the man making love to 

her wasn’t her

husband...but she couldn’t help but moan out his 

name...Ryan was the love of her

life...dating through high school and college married 

for 3 years they’d been

together for nearly 11 years...Being with someone that 

long and to have them

suddenly taken away would obviously leave the other 

person heart broken.

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Faith has been broken

Tears must be cried

Let's do some living

After we die

*****************************

She knew after tonight she’d have to continue her life 

again without him...but

for one night she could truly love again...even if it 

was for just one night...It

was worth every minute.

His strokes got longer, harder and deeper and then as 

if by a chance he pushed

himself all the way inside of her as they both yelled 

out each others names as

their orgasms swept and took over their bodies...she 

felt him explode deep inside

of her...and her body answered him back.

*****************************

Wild Horses

Couldn't drag me away

Wild, wild horses

Couldn't drag me away

*****************************

He laid there on top of her still inside her and 

planted kisses all over her face

as she breathlessly said, “I loved you so much 

Ryan...Why did you have to leave

me...”

Tears slid down her cheeks as she held onto him...he 

carefully pulled out of her

and laid to the slid...he pulled her over onto his 

chest as she cried her self to

sleep still declaring her love for her husband. 

Mark soon fell asleep after Tyra.

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Wild, wild horses

We'll ride them someday

Wild, wild horses

We'll ride them someday

*****************************

Chapter 10

In the morning...I moved around the bed a little and 

slowly woke my self up...I

could here something rustling around the room...I sat 

up with the covers around

my chest and Mark was walking around the room getting 

dressed.

I pushed my long hair out of my face and said, 

“Morning.” Mark looked over and

said, “Morning.”

He got done with his boots and stood up and said, 

“Look...about last

night...I’m...” Before he could finish I said, “Thank 

you. I know why you did

it...and I really appreciate it.” Mark said, 

“Well...Listen, I have to go pack

and shower...Get some more sleep...we’re not leaving 

for a while.” I nodded and

laid back down.

A few hours later I got up and showered.

As I walked down stairs, the wrestlers were just 

getting all their bags packed

back into the SUV’s...I said my good-byes to all of 

them, hugged Stephanie and

Shane...and Mark came over and I stood on my tip toes 

and kissed his cheek and

whispered, “Thank you.” Mark hugged me tight and said, 

“You’re welcome.”

He got in the SUV and I hugged Shane and Stephanie one 

more time and then stood

on the porch with Felipe and watched as they drove 

away.

- -18 Months later- -

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Every night every day 

I tell my heart to forget you and to move away 

Not to break anymore 

But, oh, no matter 

What I say 

You're so deep in my mind 

There's no way to leave this love behind 

It used to be 

I believe I could go on and find someone to 

Rest upon anyone, anyone 

Soon I found 

There was no other 

There you are 

Framed against the sky 

You are my life and I pray for when 

You will be mine 

To love again 

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I was sitting in the grass on top of the hill again 

holding my son Ryan Marcus

Billings Jr. in my arms...He was the most beautiful 

baby in the world...he was

just 9 months old. And his red head and big green 

eyes...were just absolutely

gorgeous.

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I see the rain in the sky 

And I see your face 

Through every tear that I cry 

With every breath and every sound 

I can hear another voice

And swear that you're around 

And every word is clear 

'Cause I know 

The memory won't let go 

Until you're mine 

To love again 

Who's to say what lives in the past 

Who's to say that love won't last 

Time's been standing still 

Waiting so patiently until 

Until that one day when 

When I will have you 

To love again 

*****************************

I looked at the headstone marked beloved husband and 

said, “Well...we really did

it...I miss you so much...and no one can ever take 

your place...but at least with

everything we’ve been through and I’ve been 

through...I got to learn to love again.

*****************************

And there you are 

Framed against the sky 

You are my life 

And I pray for when 

You will be mine 

To love again

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The End