She was using the hotel’s gym by 5am, because she really wanted some privacy. She made sure she had her tunes with her to block out any outside noise or distractions, using both plugs. She needed to come to grips with what she had done last night. And this was a good place to do it, as long as she was alone. She had run away from John and his desires, their desires, she corrected herself. She did proposition one of her previously identified playmates as she walked out the door. Lucky for both of them, he was willing and able to accommodate. They barely made it to his car before she was tearing his clothes off. They hadn’t left the parking lot before she reached her first orgasm. They managed to find a safe place to park so they could get more serious. He was a young man with lots of energy, one of the reasons she picked him, she knew. He didn’t disappoint her, he fulfilled her needs and she reciprocated. Just the right thing to scratch her itch. There was no feelings involved, just sex, great anonymous sex, she reflected.

How was she going to face John today and for the rest of the trip, she worried. She was pretty sure she would be in better control of herself, now she had last night’s experience under her belt. No more drooling over him like a school girl, thank goodness. Now that she had that figured out, she was able to concentrate on her workout and get out before David showed up, or worse John.

David showed up a few minutes before six, she was still there. They nodded in greeting to each other since it was too early for conversation. He didn’t say anything to her, partly because he didn’t know what to say or if it was even his place to say anything. Plus she was fully plugged in to her tunes, meaning she didn’t want to be disturbed. She looked like she didn’t have a hangover. She looked like she felt okay. Not sure how she did that after all that alcohol, but then he reminded himself that he was just getting to know her, more of her than what she normally showed him or the guys. She finished her last set, looked over to him and said, “See you after your TV thing this morning,” and she left.

She took the stairs to her floor, needing to burn off some more energy and trying to avoid someone, she admitted to herself. She wasn’t ready to cope with him yet. Unfortunately, John liked to start his workout with stairs, so they met between the 9th and 10th floors.

“Hey,” was all he said to her, feeling very awkward again. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, admiring the curves he could see in her workout gear.

“Hey yourself. Look, I’m really sorry about last night. You scared me, and I knew I’d had too much to drink to make an intelligent decision. I didn’t want either one of us to regret anything that happened, so I bailed on you. I’m really sorry,” she said in a rush. She surprised herself with her honesty.

He heard what she said and was quiet for a moment absorbing it, not really sure what to say to the beautiful creature dripping sweat in front of him. He knew he should be mad at her for last night but that wasn’t how he felt at all. He shook himself mentally and said, “Sorry for freaking you out. My bad. I hope you don’t hold it against me.” He hadn’t met a woman that told him he scared them before. He didn’t know how to take that.

She smiled and said, “No, of course not.” God, what was wrong with her, she thought. I shouldn’t be feeling this way around him, not after last night’s medicine, she thought.

“Car comes for us at nine; make sure to grab something to eat before. It’s another busy day. We pick up David on the way,” she said as she started slowly up the steps again.

He waved at her to indicate he heard and started back down the steps again. Once he had gone down several flights, he let out a deep breath. What the hell is wrong with you Cena, he asked himself. It’s not like you haven’t seen a pretty girl before, he continued berating himself. He was pleased to see Big Dave was already well into his workout by the time he got there. It meant he didn’t have to make conversation yet. He had too much going on in his head at the moment.

Forty minutes later, David was just finishing up with the last of his arm curls when he said, “You just missed Carrie, she was here a few minutes before you,”

“I know. I ran into her on the stairs,” he admitted between presses.

“She say anything about last night,” the older man wanted to know.

“Yeah, said she was sorry and that I scared her,” John replied. David was quiet for a moment, not sure if Carrie had been telling John the truth or not. He didn’t know very much about her private life, he realized, so he didn’t have anything to judge it by. She seemed composed around the guys, but that was only one aspect of her life, he realized. Maybe she did tell John the truth. He seemed okay with it, so let it go, he reminded himself.

“Hey, see you later. I got TV to do this morning,” David said as he was gathering up his water and towel in preparation for leaving. John wanted to be able to concentrate this morning, and it was easier if he was alone. Problem was, once David left, he couldn’t concentrate at all. He kept seeing her on the dance floor, in her business suit showing all her curves, in the stairwell winded and sweating. He finally gave up on getting anything done and went back to his room, knowing it was going to be a long day.

What the hell, it’s like he’s a kid, quiet and shy, Hunter thought as he sat next to him in the car. This wasn’t the Cena that he usually met. He wasn’t sure if he could take teasing from The Game, so he focused back on to Carrie.

“What do I get if I guess the next one,” he asked her, in reference to their on going game.

“Ooh, that’s a tough one. I guess since our time is short, how about we bet on dinner,” she asked him.

“You’re on!” Last time they played the game, she had surprised him by having Stevie Ray Vaughn and the Beastie Boys. She must have been going through an old school faze, he thought. Whatever music she had today, he knew one thing was certain, it would not be country. He suppressed a mental shudder at the thought.

John was confused by the conversation, but kept quiet. He had a lot of thinking to do, so he decided to just watch and shut up. Hunter leaned forward and took the extra ear piece of Carrie’s and put it in his ear, grinning. He winked at her, thinking he’d just won an easy bet.

“Wait for this one to finish, it’s almost done,” she told the blonde man. He nodded as the song finished and faded. How did she do that, he briefly wondered. The next song started and he didn’t recognize it at all. He listened to the opening chords, the pounding bass drum and still was at a loss. Carrie was smiling at his blank expression. She knew this was a tough one.

“Let me know when you think you’ve got this one,” she asked.

“Um, hang on a minute,” he stalled. They listened through the entire song, while he kept wracking his brain, trying to remember if he had ever heard this song before. Damn, she might just win this one, he thought. She waited for the song to fade and asked him who he thought it was.

“Lil’ Sis, I have to be honest, I have no idea. You got me this time,” he admitted to her.

“Okay, so where do I want to go to dinner tonight,” she smiled at him. “I’m thinking somewhere ridiculously expensive that requires you to wear a tie,” she smiled back at him.

“You’re a cruel woman, you know that,” he joked.

“That’s what I’ve been told, yeah,” she smirked.

“Hey, aren’t you going to ask her,” John wanted to know.

“Well I could tell him, but then what happens when this song comes up again and he wants to bet,” she smiled at Hunter.

“C’mon, tell me anyway. Like you said, our time is short,” he reminded her of the unpleasant truth. She stuck her tongue out at him for the reminder and said, “Gruntruck”

“What,” John couldn’t help asking. The others knew that metal was not his type of music, so didn’t give him too much shit. She wanted to explain it a little better for him.

“That’s a group. That’s the way we play the game. You have to guess the name of the group, since with any luck you can usually take a fair guess at the name of the song

“You got me on that one, I’ll give you that,” Hunter said as he looked at the other man and winked. “How about double or nothing, I’m feeling lucky this morning.”

While he was waiting for the car to pick him up, David recalled yesterday morning’s conversation with his wife. He had just told her about Cena travailing with them this weekend.

“What did Carrie say about that,” she had asked.

“She said it was fine, schedules were the same and his travel agent needed to be killed,” he had said.

“She didn’t say or do anything else,” she pressed him.

“No?”

“Oh, baby. When will you ever learn,” she asked him. He could hear that he missed something, somewhere.

“What?” he really didn’t understand what she was trying to say.

“Sweetheart, you might as well have been waving some sweets at a diabetic,” she explained patiently.

“Um, okay,” clearly not getting what she meant. Why was she so confusing sometimes, especially when it came to her sister?

The more he thought about it as he waited, the more he was starting to understand what she might have been trying to tell him. Did she really mean that? Was she referring to Cena or Carrie or both? The weekend might prove very interesting. Was he up for it? Was Hunter? Shit, maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut, he worried.

John had started talking once David was in the car, Hunter noticed. He wondered if Cena was unsure of The Game or was just tired. All four were in their respective seats, David & Carrie facing back while John took Rick’s seat next to Hunter.

“How’d it go,” John asked David.

“Good, real good I think. Once they found a chair I could sit in and not look stupid on camera, it went even better”, David said. Hunter grinned at him, he knew what a pain in the ass it was to find furniture that fit them, and didn’t look stupid on camera. Carrie didn’t look up yet, she was tapping away on her portable, nodding her head to her tunes.

She looked up finally and threw out, “Have you heard from Mike or Kris today?”

“I talked with Kris early this morning, but not since. I haven’t talked to Mike today at all, why? What’s up?” He was a little concerned since she didn’t usually ask him those kind of question without a reason. The other two were quiet, since it seemed to be a family conversation.

“Strange e-mail from Mike, not sure what the hell he means,” Carrie explained. “said he’d call you today, so I wondered,” she finished.

“No, not yet. I’m pretty sure I would have heard,” he said with a grimace, thinking of his new phone.

Hunter laughed, “Shit, that thing is obnoxious. Good job on that Carrie, by the way.” She smiled at him, as thanks for the compliment.

“What,” John asked.

“Our girl here has a wicked sense of humor. Haven’t you seen Dave’s phone yet,” he asked the younger man. John shook his head.

“Just wait, you will. I don’t want to spoil it for you,” he said to John. John accepted that, not knowing what was going on. David could see he was confused, so he clarified.

“I loose my cell phones pretty regularly. Recently I lost my newest one in less than two weeks, I think,” David looked to Carrie to see if he was correct. She nodded, but kept quiet. “Carrie chewed my ass royally once she found out. But she got even by buying me this phone.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t lost it yet, have you,” she asked the big man.

“There is that, I guess,” David admitted. “”Plus you warned me the next one would be worse,” he laughed. It seemed the phone knew when it was being spoken about, because right then, some hideously obnoxious noise started, somewhere in David’s jacket, quickly followed by, “Are you ready kids… Aye, aye Captain…I can’t hear you,” was still coming from his suit pocket. He was trying to find the right pocket to answer it.

“Shit Dave, hurry up,” Hunter teased the frantically searching man. David finally found it and shut it up by saying, “Dave here…Funny you should call…Carrie was just asking about you…”

John was barely listening, he was still tying to get over the sight of Dave’s new phone. What the hell? She bought him a Sponge Bob phone? She really was mean. He did look kind of funny, he had to admit.

“What...That’s a bunch of shit and you know it…What…Yeah, she’s right here…k, talk to you later, bye,” as he handed the silly phone to Carrie.

“Hi Mike,” she said. She was smiling in to the phone that didn’t look as silly in her smaller hands, John thought. She continued, “Let me look in to that today…Yeah, after we land…Did you manage to tape today…cool…you need an answer soon?….shit, don’t you start on me too….These assholes have been shoving food at me since I first saw them a couple of hours ago…Well….whatever….No, I’m good, thanks….Okay, I’ll look around and give you a buzz back later…Thanks…no, I will. I promise... You think these guys would let me get away with that shit....I bet they’ll sit on me if they have to…you guys are weird…k, talk to ya later, bye.” She handed the phone back to David and glared at him and Hunter.

“Shit, you guys got Mike nagging at me too.” It wasn’t a question. She looked from one to the other guilty party.

Hunter was the brave one this time and spoke up. “Don’t be mad at us for caring about you, Lil’ Sis,” he said earnestly. She stared at him for a long moment.

“I can’t believe you managed to say that with a straight face,” she finally said.

“Lots of practice,“ was his only response. She wasn’t amused, but let it go. Why was everybody harping on her about eating? Hunter had given her an apple as soon as he saw her in the lobby that morning. It didn’t matter that she said she had eaten. He glared at her until she started to eat. Now Mike was calling to nag at her too. That was going just too far. Well, he did have a question about the supplier, she remembered. But that seemed to her like an after thought to him. It hadn’t been their main topic; instead it was him asking if she’d eaten today? Was the moon full or something? She didn’t know if she could take another one of those days so soon.

“Who’s Mike,” John asked David.

“You remember Mike, my buddy who used to ride with us sometimes when we were in OVW,” David asked him.

“Um, no. But then it’s still damn early,” he admitted.

“He was the big guy that you thought you had a match against in Philly, right after you started. You remember him?”

“Oh shit. Now I remember. He still that big?” John asked.

“Nah, he had a hard time keeping the bulk, like I did. You know how much you have to eat. He might be smaller than me now,” David told him. He remembered constantly eating, regardless if he was hungry. He had to feed the bulk, as he thought of it. He and Kris used to joke about it.

Carrie had forgotten that Mike used go on the road with David a few years ago. She had also forgotten that he used to be that bulky. Hmm, interesting that she had forgotten that.

“Smaller than you is relative, Big Dave,” John laughed.

“Yeah, well. He is a couple inches shorter, that hasn’t changed,” David admitted.

“He’s just as ugly too, last time I saw him,” Hunter joked. Carrie had also forgotten that Hunter had met Mike, several times. She seemed to be forgetting a lot of stuff about Mike recently.

“Hey, he still got that hot woman,” Hunter asked David.

“No, he’s living the single life and loving it,” David replied.

“Lucky bastard. Weren’t they practically married,” Hunter asked his friend. Carrie didn’t say anything, but she followed the conversation. Mike was single?

“How long ago? New Years they were joined at the hip,” Hunter was still surprised.

“Eh, a few months ago I think. He says he can’t believe he put up with her shit for so long,” David said.

“Buddy, you know why he did. Hell, we all know why. But there comes a time, when even that ain’t worth it,” he smirked. John was following the conversation too, and grinned at Hunter’s last statement.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear any more,” Carrie interjected.

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Hunter protested.

“Yet,” she corrected him. She was still absorbing the news that the Lovely Lisa was gone. Kris or she hadn’t heard a word about it.

“Why didn’t you say something,” she directed to David.

“Um, didn’t think it was important,” David said with a shrug.

“Well, shit. There were quite a few dinners he missed because Kris didn’t want to offend the Lovely Lisa,” she told him. She shook her head at his obtuseness. Men.

“That can’t really be her name,” John asked.

“No, Kris and I called her that since she was perfect,” Carrie informed him simply.

“Sis, she was far from perfect. Mike has said a few things that would probably shock even you,” David told her.

“I feel better knowing that, stupid of me I know. I’m sad for Mike. But I thought she was perfect and it was very depressing to be around anyone that was that gorgeous and perfect,” she said honestly.

All three men were surprised by her admission. None of them had ever considered how Carrie perceived herself in relation to other women. She obviously thought she didn’t measure up. That was far from the truth, as far as any of them were concerned.

“What? You have got to be fucking kidding me, right,” David asked her gently. A long ago conversation with his wife was tugging at his memory. What was it?

“No,” she said softly, realizing she had said too much earlier.

“Carrie, what I told you last night wasn’t the alcohol talking, since I didn’t really have time for any, chasing your ass around,” John said as he looked directly at her for once.

David remembered John’s admission of what he had said to make her run away and kept quiet, not sure where this conversation was going. Hunter had an idea exactly where this conversation was going and wanted to stop it before it went any further. He just had to figure out how, quickly.

“What are you supposed to check on that got Dave all pissed off,” he asked Carrie.

“What? Oh, some supplier is giving Mike the run around about delivery dates. It’s all bullshit, I think they’re stalling or trying to get more money out of him. He’s too damn nice when it comes to some shit,” she said.

“That is the one thing I don’t envy you, Dave. Those kind of headaches. At least you have Mike and this tough chick in your corner,” Hunter said shaking his head.

“Yeah, I am lucky, I know. When else fails, I let Kris deal with ‘em. She’s tougher than all of us, except maybe Carrie. When the two of them team up, look out, no one is safe,” he laughed.

“You didn’t stand a chance, did you buddy,” Hunter teased.

“No, but I didn’t mind,” David admitted. They were quiet the rest of the way to the airport. The previous conversation had left them all with something to think about. Hunter’s suspicions about Cena were looking like they were right on target. Shit, now what, he worried.

Mike is single. Carrie was still turning that over in her mind. Maybe I should have stayed, was the other thing that kept floating in to her thoughts. Wonder how imperfect Lovely Lisa really was, flitted in just as they pulled up to the unloading zone at the airport.

This beautiful woman doesn’t know she’s hotter than hell? That’s messed up. What can I do to change that? I know, I know, but will she let me, were John’s main thoughts.

She shocked me today with her admission. What did Kris tell me a long time ago, something about Carrie’s childhood. Shit, why couldn’t he remember it, were David’s main thoughts.

At the airport, for the first time in a long while, all of them had to empty out all pockets, even the stuff going through x-ray. They asked David to take off his shoes, which he did silently. They seemed to be weighing asking Carrie something before waving her through, but Hunter’s scowl stopped them. They eventually did ask her to please open up her portable, show that it was functional and then asked her to crack the case open, too. She complied, but the boys knew how irritated she was by the last request. She waited until she was far away from the security check point until she said something.

“Fucking assholes. What did they think they would find? If I was going to blow something up I certainly wouldn’t hide it there. Shit heads,” she angrily stated.

“Did it mess it up,” John asked her.

“No, probably not. All my stuff is always backed up, but I’ll have to buy a new one since once they have been opened they tend to pop open unexpectedly. Assholes,” she grumbled.

“Oh, that’s sucks. Sorry,” he said.

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