I just went through the strangest night of my life. Maybe I should rewind a little.

In early April, just after Wrestlemania X7, my friend, Mistress Regina, emailed me with an idea she had. She said she wanted to take some fan-fic that her friends wrote to Mark "Undertaker" Callaway. I told her to count me in, but I would get back to her on which story to give to him.

Almost a month later, she sent me another email about it. She said the idea had grown into putting a book together for him. The book would include artwork, pictures and bios of the authors, plus the fan-fic.

I sent her a picture of myself, a new piece of art, and told her that I wanted to add "The Dominatress" for my story. She replied saying she hoped I would choose that one. A couple days later, I sent her a bio of myself, stating my real name, computer name, that I lived in Houston, and how long I've watched wrestling.

She was going to give it to him at the King of the Ring pay per view in New Jersey. As the day neared, I became more and more excited for her. She was just ready for it to be here already.

King of the Ring came and went. On the Tuesday after the show, I got an email from Regina. She said that he received the book, and was quite gratefull for it.

At this point, I got excited that he'd be reading my story. I worked long and hard on it, and hoped he liked it. I figured, if he did, the most he would do is call me.

A month past by. We both wondered what he thought of the book. Then, last night I received a phone call.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello. I'm looking for Jody," the deep, southern voice said.

"Who's asking?"

"A fan of her writing."

"You've found me, but if you don't tell me who you are..."

"You had a story in this book Mistress Regina gave me, and I wanted to talk to you about it."

It didn't hit me at first, but when it did, it was like a ton of bricks. "Undertaker?"

"Can we meet?"

"Um, when?"

"How about now?"

"I don't have a way of leaving right now."

"That's ok. Take a look outside. You should see a tall man standing next to a black pick up."

I looked out the window, and almost fainted. Outside the gate was a black Silverado, and a man that stood taller than the six foot gate. "I'll be out in a sec." I hung up the phone, laid it on the couch, and ran outside.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Will you come outside the gate, so I can get a better look at you?"

I complied, and he looked me over. He chuckled. "Such a small woman... Do you think you could dominate me?"

Not one to be put down by anyone, I fired back, "such an old man... Do you think you could still wrestle?"

He tried to hide his anger, but didn't do a good job of it. "So, you have an attitude."

"It does help to have one. Now, what did you want to tell me about the story?"

"You did a good job on it. How did you come up with the idea for it?"

"Thank you. It was a combination of your Ministry character, the character I made for myself, and my feelings for you."

"Can we take a ride and talk about it?"

"Actually, I'm waiting on some people." I didn't tell him that it was my husband and children I was waiting for.

"We won't be gone long." I couldn't make up my mind. I wanted to go with him, but I also wanted to be there when my family got back from their trip. "Alright, but I want to be back here in five minutes." I climbed into the passenger side of the truck, and he climbed into the driver's side.

Once we turned off of my street, he said, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I just think the idea of a small woman torturing me is kinda funny."

"Big things come in small packages," I reminded him. "Besides, it was just a story. Would you really pay other people to attack a woman?" With an evil grin, he said, "nope. I can handle those things myself."

As we drove further and further from my house, I became more and more afraid. He was getting stranger as we went along, as well. "Um, can you take me home now? I really need to get back."

"I'm not taking you back. You're coming home with me."

I almost shit my pants when he said that. The look on his face was showing anger and frustration. I couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He couldn't possibly be upset over a story, or could he?

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of a house. It didn't look like what I pictured he would live in, or even close. The house was falling apart. Paint was peeling off of the outside walls, shutters were hanging, and a window was boarded up.

I looked around, but didn't see any houses nearby. 'Oh shit! I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with a very pissed looking Taker,' I thought to myself.

He opened his door, and grabbed my hand. Electric shocks jolted up my arm from his touch. He pulled me out of the truck, and into the house. He pulled me past a living room with furniture covered by sheets, a kitchen that looked like it hadn't been used in decades, then into a bedroom, that looked like the cleanest room in the house.

A four poster bed took up most of the room. There were long red cloths hanging from every post. The sheets looked freshly washed and pressed. "Where are we?"

"My 'play house'." He led me to a door on the other side of the room. He opened the door, and I stood in shock. In the middle of the room, bolted to the floor three feet apart, were ankle cuffs. Hanging from the ceiling, were a pair of hand cuffs. All kinds of torture devices hung from every wall, everything from feathers to cat-o-nines to paddles.

He pulled me over to the cuffs. I fought him as he tried to put them on me, but to no avail. Once he had me fully chained, he ripped off my "beater" shirt. I begged him to let me go, but he acted as if he couldn't hear me. He tried to pull off my boxers, but they wouldn't rip. He pulled a knife out of his back pocket, and cut them off. He threw my clothes aside, then looked me over.

He gripped my chin in his hand. "What's the matter, 'Dominatress Jade'? Don't like the tables being turned?"

He pulled the bandanna off of his head, let down his hair, and pulled off his shirt. He tossed them aside with my clothes, then turned back to me. The look he gave me drew fear from every inch of my body.

He walked over to the wall, and looked at the "toys". He grabbed a black horse whip. He came back to me, and touched the side of my neck with the whip. "A friend should be joining us shortly," he said as he slid the whip down the valley of my breasts, to the center of my legs. He gave me a quick tap on my clitoris with the whip. "He has something to say about your story."

'Oh, my God,' I thought to myself. The other main character, besides Mark and me, was Glen "Kane" Jacobs. I hoped like Hell that he didn't have the same reaction as Mark. All of a sudden, I heard the front door close, and someone yelled, "hey, Mark."

"We're back here, Glen." When he walked through the door, I knew I was shit out of luck. Glen looked just as pissed as Mark.

"Oh shit!" I thought back to what happened between Glen and my character in the story. I had beat the hell out of him for trying to tempt me into bed with him. Then, in the story, I told Mark about it, and he did the same to him. I knew this wouldn't be a good review from him, either.

Glen looked me over. "So, this is Jade. For some reason, I pictured something more."

"For some reason, I pictured you two as not being such dicks," I spat back.

Glen looked at Mark. "Well, should we get started?" Mark held up the horse whip. "Way ahead of ya, bro." Glen went over to the wall, near where the paddles were hanging. I watched as he took down a leather paddle. Then, there was a stinging slap across my ass.

I growled my anger. "What the fuck is your problem!?" Mark whipped me again. "Watch how you speak to us, slave. From now on, you call us your masters, and show us respect."

"I'd show you a lot more respect if you hadn't done all of this." Glen caught me on the other side of my ass with the paddle. "Are you sassing Master Mark, slave?" "Fuck you!"

"Enticing proposal." He spanked me again, but harder. Mark came up behind me, and grabbed my hip. "If you're a good slave, we may do that. Until then, we're going to have a little fun with you." He slid his hand up to roughly grab my left breast. "Do you like it rough?"

By then, I had caught the hint. If I minded, they would be nicer to me. "Yes, Master," I answered, giving in. "Good, because we are certainly going to be rough with you," Glen said, before slapping my inner thigh with the paddle. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to hide the pain.

Mark came around to face me. He slid the flat tip of the horse whip over my nipple until it was erect. Once it was achingly stiff, he pulled the whip back, and brought it down hard. A yelp escaped my lips. He repeated the action on the other nipple. He gave me his menacingly sexy smile when I yelped again. "How can you be a good dominatress if you haven't been in the slaves position?"

"I'm a slave everyday of my life. The Dominatress is an escape from my masters." I looked past Mark, toward Glen, and witnessed a softening in his eyes. When his gaze caught mine, he turned quickly. He took off his shirt, and came back over to Mark and me. Mark stole my attention back by asking, "have you ever been in such a position before?" "No, Master Mark. I have only been beaten when I was able to defend myself." The softness returned to Glen's face, along with a hint of guilt.

Hours had passed. As often as I tried, I could not distance my mind from my body, and the pain they were inflicting on me. Mark made sure of that with all of his questions. If I didn't answer him, they would hit me harder. My entire body was burning from all of the stinging slaps. As Mark slapped my bottom with a wooden paddle, Glen stood in front of me, preparing to hit me as well. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him swing the cat-o-nine. A tear slid from the corner of my eye.

A warm hand carressed my cheek, as the thumb wiped away the tear. I opened my eyes, and found myself staring into Glen's eyes. He brought his lips down to mine, and gave me a gentle kiss. His tongue slowly went around my lips before seeking entrance. As his tongue entered my mouth, he gave me what would be the final smack on my ass. I melted against him as best I could, despite my confines, and he wrapped his arms around me. Mark unbuckled the ankle cuffs, then unlocked the handcuffs. I let my arms slide over Glen's head and rest on his shoulders. Mark had grabbed a feather, and slid it across my bare skin. I ignored the tickling sensations, and concentrated on Glen.

As the kiss ended, and Glen released me from his arms, Mark took over for him. He ran the feather down my spine, one final time. He then let his hand slide around to the front, and splayed his fingers across my flat stomach. His kisses started just below my earlobe, and traveled down to the end of my shoulder. As he made his way back up my shoulder, he stopped at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and gently bit down.

"Master?" I whispered. "Yes, Jade?" Mark asked in return. "Have I been a good slave?" A growl escaped him, as he ran his fingers through the small curls between my legs. "Yes. You've been a very good slave." I allowed myself a small wicked grin. "Does this mean you will give me satisfaction?" His fingers slid back and forth over my clitoris. He dropped the feather, that was in the other hand, and reached around to grab my breast. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and a sigh escaped my lips. "I think I'm already doing it."

Glen watched as Mark ravaged my body with his hands and mouth. His mouth never touched upon the places I wanted it to, though his hands did. "Now I see why you can't keep a woman around," Glen said. "You have to know what she wants."

"Do you think you can do better?" he shot back. "I know I can," Glen said with a grin. Mark released me. Glen kissed me deeply again. He wrapped his arms around me, then picked me up. He carried me to the bed in the next room, and laid me down. His lips made a trail from my mouth, and down my neck. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, until his mouth took their place. He tugged on them with his teeth, before suckling them. When he finished with my breasts, he journeyed further downward. He circled my belly button with his tongue, before finishing his quest to my center.

He caressed my thighs, and then my mound with his hands, before spreading my "lips" with his tongue. His thumb worked my clit, while he moved his tongue in and out of my hole. I moaned, and closed my eyes. "Oh, Master Glen..." "He looks more like a slave, than a master," Mark commented.

They both stripped off the rest of their clothes, and joined me on the bed. Mark sat at the head of the bed, leaning against the head board. I turned over, and worked his shaft with my hand before taking him into my mouth. I moved my mouth over his length, until I reached the base. I slowly bobbed up and down his shaft. He encouraged me to go faster by thrusting his hips upward.

Glen had gotten on the bed behind me. He carressed my back and sides, before reaching between my legs, and feeling the moist heat. He slid the head of his manhood over my opening, introducing himself, before gliding in. His length threatened to be more than I could handle. He began a slow pace, but it quickened when I touched the back of his thigh.

For a few fleeting moments, I was in shear heaven. Mark growled his oncoming release, before I felt his hot fluid shoot down my throut. Mark sat up, pushing me back against Glen. He braced me against him with an arm circled around me. Mark worked my clit until I came to an amazing climax. Glen's thrusts become faster and harder. He let out a growl before saying, "switch." He pulled out of me, and laid in front of me, and Mark positioned himself behind me.

I was then told to finish him. Glen leaned against the headboard, and I took him into my mouth. He came almost instantly. Mark gathered my hair into one large hand, and positioned himself for entry. With one quick thrust, he was fully sheathed. I sucked in a sharp breath. He was even bigger than Glen. He wrapped my hair around his hand, and pulled. "I may please you, but I won't be gentle, like Glen was." "I'd expect nothing less from you, Master Mark." "Good."

His thrusts came fast and hard. I had to release Glen's length from my mouth, for fear of biting him. Glen took advantage of the way Mark was making me rock back and forth. He slid down, just a little, and centered his cock in the valley of my breasts. I leaned down, and kissed his muscle covered stomach. He looked down at me with a twinkle in his eyes, and a grin on his lips.

Mark released a moan, that seemed to shake his entire body. "Move, Glen." He did, and Mark laid in front of me again. He grabbed my hair, and told me to finish him. I did, which took no time at all. After he shot off in my mouth, he told me to get on my back. I did, and Glen tied me to the bed with the red cloths. Mark positioned himself between my legs, and laid them over his shoulders. Hot pain shot from my hole, as he slid his tongue along my opening. Soon, the pain turned to pleasure, as he lightly sucked on my swollen nub.

Glen slid under my arm, and behind me. I leaned back on his chest. He grabbed my breasts, and kneaded them. I could feel his erection throbbing against my back. His breath was hot on my ear, when he whispered, "he's almost done. He'll leave after you cum on his tongue." The tension eased from my body then, and I allowed myself to enjoy the tongue in my cunt, and the hands on my breasts.

Mark slid two fingers inside me, and continued flicking my clit with his tongue. My muscles tightened around his fingers. "Ooohh... Master...." I came with a mind and body numbing orgasm. He slid his fingers out, and lapped up my juices, not missing a drop.

He crawled from the bed, and redressed. As he was putting his bandanna back on, he told Glenn, "she's all your's. Do what you want with her. I'm going home." He came over to the side of the bed, and gave me a deep and thorough kiss. "I may call upon you again, when the mood strikes me." I stared him in the eyes, and replied, "I'll look forward to it." He left the room, then.

I remained tied to the bed, until Glen and I heard Mark pull out of the driveway. Glen untied me, and we rolled to face each other, and wrapped our arms loosely around one another. "Are you ok," he asked me. "I'm a little burnt out, but I'll live." "You have a few more problems. Let's get you cleaned up."

He rolled off the bed, then extended his hand to help me up. When I stood, my legs felt weak. I almost fell, but he wrapped his strong arms around me. When he did, I felt every place they had hit me with their various devices. He saw the grimace on my face, and let me sit back down on the edge of the bed. "Just sit there. I'll be back in a minute."

He went into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. He came out, minutes later, with a bottle of peroxide, cotton balls and bandages. "It's not that bad, is it?" "Look at my chest." I did, and noticed the crimson streaks all over it. "I'm afraid Mark and I went overboard." He kneeled in front of me. He tilted my head up with two fingers under my chin. "I'm sorry," he said, the regret plainly seen in his eyes. He gently kissed me. "I am, too. I shouldn't have wrote all of that stuff." "Don't be. I read the story. I loved it," he said with a smile. His smile faded when he said, "Mark wanted me to be here for this, though."

He sat on the bed, beside me. "Lay down on your stomach," he said in a gentle tone. After I did, he touched the first cotton ball soaked with peroxide to my back. I cringed.

"I have a question, if you don't mind me getting personal," he said. "I don't mind. Go ahead and ask." "Those things you told Mark, about being a slave everyday of your life, and being beaten when you could defend yourself... Are they true?" "Yes. If you only knew my husband..." "You're married?" "Yes. And I won't say too happily. I can't count on all of my digits how many times he has hit me in anger." "Do you want to go home to him?" "No, but my kids are with him. I don't want him hurting them." "How many do you have?" "Two- a boy and a girl." "What are their names?" "Dakota and Cheyenne. They're twins." "Strong native-American names." "For strong minded five year olds."

He applied the last bandage, and gave me a playful slap on the ass. I cringed again. "Sorry... You're done." I rolled onto my back, and stared up at him. "I wish we could have met under better circumstances," he said in a whisper. "Me too." He laid down next to me, and stared into my eyes. I slid my arms around his neck, and he gently pulled me against his hard body. "You are a beautiful woman." "Thank you, Glen." I laid my hand on his cheek, and gave him a kiss. He deepened the kiss, and brought my leg up to rest on his hip. He tangled a hand in my hair.

When the kiss ended, he said, "you're making it hard to let go of you." "So, don't." "I have to. You need to go home. If not for your husband, then for your kids." "You're right," I said with a sigh. "I'll get your clothes, so you can get dressed." "It's no use. Mark ripped my shirt, and cut my boxers off." His face contorted with anger. "I'll get my clothes, and you can wear my shirt." "Ok." He kissed me before getting up from the bed.

Twenty minutes later, I was giving him directions back to my house. When we pulled up in front of my house, I saw that Paul and the kids were home. "Shit! I can just imagine how he's going to react to this one." "I'll come to the door with you." "I don't know if that will make things better, or worse." We got out of the truck, and walked up to the door. I turned the knob, but it was locked, so I knocked.

The door swung open fast, and there he stood, with a angry scowl on his face. "Where the hell have you been? I've been home for five hours. And who the hell is this, and why are you wearing his shirt?" "I... I was kidnapped." He wrapped a hand around my throat, and said, "bullshit!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Glen's hand shoot out, and wrap around Paul's throat.

"I'm the one that saved your wife from a maniacal rapist. Let go of her, or I'll kick your ass, too!" His grip tightened on my throat, until I was gasping for air. Evidently, Glen's grip tightened too, because Paul started gagging, then released me.

"Go pack a bag, and get your kids. I'm not leaving you here, so he can beat on you." I side stepped Paul, who was shaking off the effects of Glen's grasp. I went into the bedroom, put on some sweat pants, and grabbed my bag from the closet. I stuffed it with clothes. Then, Paul came in the room. "You were fucking him, weren't you?" I couldn't answer, because, in all honesty, I was.

Just then, his arm shot back, and came crashing into my eye. It knocked me to the ground. He came after me again, but I lifted my foot, and caught him in the nuts. I guess Glen heard the thud from us falling, and came into the bedroom. He saw me laying on the floor, and grabbed Paul. He picked him up, and threw him into the wall. "You want to beat on a woman? Why don't you beat on a man, like me?" Paul punched him in the stomach, but Glen only laughed. "My turn." Glen punched him in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. He picked him up, again. "Is that why you hit women? Because you can't handle yourself against a man?" Paul punched him in the jaw. Glen shook his head, and growled. A wild look came over his face. He punched Paul in the stomach. He fell to the floor again, and blood came pouring out of his mouth.

Glen went to pick him up, again. "Glen, stop!" He came over to my side. "Are you ok?" "I'll be fine. Let's just get out of here." "You get the kids, and whatever they need. I'll stay here, and keep your husband company."

I stood up, and went to wake up the kids. I packed some clothes, shoes and toys for them, then took the bag to the living room. They sat on the couch and waited for me. I went into the bathroom, and grabbed my make up bag. I set it with the bag, and went into the bedroom. "We're ready," I told Glen. "Alright, let's go."

"Paul, I'm going to tell you something I've wanted to tell you for years... Goodbye forever!"

I picked up Dakota, my purse and my make up bag. Glen picked up Cheyenne and our bag of clothes. Cheyenne wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, and laid her head on his shoulder. We went out to the truck, threw the bags in the bed, and strapped the kids in the back seat. We climbed in the front, and took off.

"I have no place to go, now." "If you think I'm going to desert you after the trouble Mark and I caused, you're mistaken. I'll take you to the hotel I'm staying at. The room I'm in has two beds." "Thank you, Glen." "You're welcome. How's your eye?" "It hurts like a mother fucker!" "We'll take care of it when we get to the hotel. For now, just relax, and enjoy the ride."

I relaxed a little, and wound up dosing off.

We just got the kids settled into the spare bed. They fell back asleep quickly. Glen comes out of the bathroom with a face towel filled with ice. "Here. Put this on your eye." I do, and my eye begins to throb. Glen lays down next to me, and wraps his arms around me, then he pulls me until we are back to front.

"I'm sorry you got in the middle of that fight, but I'm glad you were there for me," I tell him. "Don't apologize for him, baby. I'm glad I was there, too. There's no telling what he would have done to you." He kisses my neck, and lays his head to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, Glen." "Goodnight, Jody..." He whispers something else that sounded like "I love you."

I wake up just a couple hours later. When I open my eyes, the first thing I saw was Glen's Kane mask right in my face. "Mommy! Look what I found in his bag," Dakota squeeled. "I know, Dakota. Stay out of the nice man's bags, ok?" "Ok, mommy. Is Kane going to be our new daddy?" My eyes grow wide. Avoiding the question, I ask, "how did you know he is Kane? I have one of those masks too." "Good morning, sunshine," Glen says from behind me. "Good morning. You don't sleep much, do you?" "Not when someone is tapping me on the back, saying 'who are you'. And, I told him he could play with that. He can't hurt it."

He comes down to kiss my lips, until someone knocks on the door. He growls at the interruption, then gets up to answer it. "Who is it," he asks. "It's Mark. Time for breakfast!" Glen opens the door, and asks Mark, "do you mind if we have company?"

Mark looks at me, then my children playing on the other bed. "When I said do what you want with her, I didn't think you'd take her and her kids in. Did you give her the black eye?" "No, her husband did that when I took her home. I couldn't leave her there, when he was just going to beat on her." "I understand. Well, everybody, get dressed. Breakfast is on me."

After Mark got that out, Dakota and Cheyenne looked up at him, and gasped. "Undertaker," they said in unison. Mark walks over to them, and sits on the edge of the bed. "I'm not at work right now, so call me Mark or Mr. Callaway, but not Undertaker, ok?" "Ok, Mark," they said. "Same goes for me, guys. You can call me Glen or Mr. Jacobs, but don't call me Kane, alright?" "Alright," Cheyenne said. "Can I call you daddy," Dakota asked. Glen looks at me, then back at Dakota. "That's up to your mother." "Just call him Glen for now, ok," I answer. "Ok, mommy."

"Glen, can I see you in the bathroom for a minute?" "Sure, Jody." Mark starts saying, "ooooooo... Mr. Jacobs is in trouble." The kids laugh at him. "Zip it, Mark," I tell him. "I have a bone to pick with you, too." He pouts, and starts whining like a child. The kids laugh at him again.

Once the door is closed behind Glen and I, I ask him, "why did you tell him it was up to me?" "Like I said last night, I'm not going to desert you. You're more than welcome to come live with me." I sit on the edge of the tub. "I just met you last night, and you and your partner out there were torturing me. The only thing I really know about you is what you do for a living." "That's not how I usually am. We have a lifetime to get to know each other. I want you in my life."

I sit there thinking for a few minutes. "Ok. I'll move in with you." Glen kneels in front of me. "I know it's a big risk you're taking, but it can't be any worse than what you just left, can it?" "As long as Mark stays out of our bedroom life, we'll be doing good." He chuckles. "I promise, what happened last night, will never happen again. Any of it. Well, except..." "Except what?" "You will allow me to make love to you, won't you?" I wrap my arms around his neck. "Of course I will." I kiss him, as he brings himself to settle between my legs. "I will be gentler than last night, or I can be as rough as you want me to be." We kiss again. "If we don't get off the subject of sex, we'll embarass ourselves in front of Mark and the kids. I'd be all over you right now, if they weren't here," I say with a big grin.

We get up, and I open the door. "You're out of here," I say as I push him out the door. "Mark Luke Callaway!" "Am I in that much trouble that she has to use my full name? How the hell did she find out, anyways?" "Ask her while you're in there."

He comes in, and closes the door behind him. "Look here, Mark. There isn't going to be anymore of this 'master and servant' bullshit! That's the damn reason why I have a black eye right now. And, Glen has asked me to move in with him. I agreed on one condition. That you stay out of our bedroom life. I'm not saying you weren't great in bed last night, but I've fallen for Glen, and I won't mess this up." "You think I'm great in bed, huh?" "Yes. You fulfilled one of my fantasies last night, and I can't thank you enough for that. And, for having Glen join us." "You're welcome." He kisses my cheek. "Make the big man happy." "I'll do my best to." "Can you do one other thing for me?" "What?" "Let me kiss you. I just want to taste your lips. Now, I wish I had done it last night." "After this, no more personal touching; no kissing, licking, touching- except an occasional hug or hand shake, nothing. Got it?" "Got it."

He licks his lips, as his arms come around me. One hand cups the back of my head, the other cups my bottom. And, oh God, he smells good! His lips decend upon mine. His kiss is gentle; not reminiscent of the man dominating me last night. His tongue slides over my lips, and seeks entry. I open for him, and our tongues begin a lust-filled dance. He searches every dark crevice. He grabs a handful of hair, and pulls me away. "Now, YOU look here. This 'master and servant' bullshit, as you call it, will continue until I say it ends. And, I'm far from done with you. You see, Regina put your web site address in the book, too. I went to it after I finished reading the book. I noticed that there's a lot more to that story. I had shown it to Andrew as well. He's waiting for his turn." "'Test' wants to be in on what you did last night?" "Oh, yeah. He can't wait to get his hands on you. I had shown it to Brian Adams, as well. And, in turn, he had shown it to Bryan Clark. He's got big plans for you, too." 'SHIT!' I yell at myself.

Glen knocks on the door. "I hope you're not doing my woman in there." I open the door, and stare him in the eyes. "Nobody said I was your woman. I just said that he'd stay out of OUR bedroom life," I say with a big, fake smile. I had to do something to make things look natural, considering we are in a bathroom, and what Mark told me. "You're joking, right?" "Yes, hun. We're talking, and then I'm going to take a shower." "As long as he's out of here before you start your shower..." "He will be." I close the door again. "Would you like to tell Glen? Or, would you rather he find out by coming home, and finding me gone? Either way, I don't think he'd like it." "He knew what my plans were, and he knows I'm not one to drop my plans." "I do not want to hurt him!" "If you'd shut up, he won't even know I'm still going through with it."

I growl at him. "Get out of here. I'm taking my shower." "Fine, just remember what I told you." With that, he leaves the room. As I turn on the hot water, I think of nothing but running, and hiding, in Glen's arms.

Well, I've just gotten settled into Glen's house. The kids and I have been here for a month and a half. Glen and I have been getting along great. He's proven to be a very loving and generous man. He's been nothing short of a saint since that morning. He's gone with me to the divorce hearings, and supported me, emotionally, throughout it all. And the kids love him to death. He's always playing with them. I even caught him having a tea party with Cheyenne.

Mark hasn't come for me yet. And I thank God for that. The only thing that worries me is the fact that we are planning on going camping, and Glen invited Mark and a guest. The thought of being alone in the woods with Mark, and possibly Andrew or Bryan, scares the hell out of me. Hell, the thought of being the only woman with three men scares the hell out of me. Luckily, no matter what happens, my kids won't be there to hear or see what happens. We're supposed to leave tomorrow on our little adventure. Glen, Mark and his guest should be here soon. They wanted to spend the night in town, and get an early start in the morning.

The door knob is rattling. They must be here. Even though my stomach is in knots, I go to the door, and open it for them. "Hey, Jody. Did you miss me?" "You know I did, Glen." He throws down his bags, and wraps his arms around me. The kiss he gives me heats me to the core. The kiss ends, and I turn to see who is with him. Behind Mark was none other than Andrew "Test" Martin. "What? No hug and kiss for me," Mark asks. I give him the evil eye, and he chuckles.

"I'm going to take my bags upstairs," Glen says, before kissing my cheek.

When Glen leaves us, I mumble, "hello, Mark." "Not happy to see me?" "No. Neither you nor your buddy." "This doesn't sound like the woman that wanted to jump my bones in that story," Andrew says. "I assure you, I am that woman, but what you two have in mind..." "Whoa, Jade. Only him this time. I'm just going to sit back and watch." "I don't give a rat's ass. I'm not going to hurt Glen. I love that man!" "You don't have much of a choice in the matter, do you? We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. For Glen's sake, you should go with the easy way." "Fuck you, Mark." "Maybe when he's done with you..." "You're an asshole." "Yeah, but you love my dick."

I shake my head in frustration. "And to think, when I started this story I had the hots for all three of you. Now that I've met you, only one of you starts the fire." "That's not what you told me." "That was before you told me about Andrew and Bryan. I would have let it all go, if you ended it with you and Glen." "There was no real torture there. You came out of it with a new boyfriend; a very rich and powerful one at that." "Are you insinuating that I'm only with Glen for his money?" "If the shoe fits..." "He's a handsome man that shows me respect, and love. You walk around on the show saying no one gives you proper respect. Now I see why they don't." A scowl crosses his face. "That's right. Get mad at me." "You bitch." "Yeah, but I'm the best damn bitch you've ever seen."

"Hunny, are you going to let them in," Glen says from the stairs. "Do I have to," I mumble. "I couldn't hear you." "Yes, we just got caught up talking." Glen and I lead them to the living room. On the way in, I put my hand behind my back and flip Mark and Andrew the bird.

We're on our way to the camp grounds. I got stuck in the back seat with Andrew, because Mark said he needed the extra leg room. Yeah, right... I sat behind Glenn, hoping he would see if Andrew or Mark made any grabs at me. He didn't, unfortunatly. For the tenth time, I slap Andrew's hand away from my leg. I swear, if he touches me again, I'm going to punch him. I'm going to let him know that I AM the Dominatress in every aspect, except that I'm not a wrestler.

Andrew lays his hand on my thigh again. I punch him, and say, "if you put your hand on me again, you'll pull back a bloody stump." "My, aren't we testy." "Kiss my ass, dick head." "Is everything ok, back there," Glen asks. "How about if I drive for a little while," I ask. "Mark can sit behind me, since there would be plenty of room, then." "Ok. I could use a pit stop anyways." He pulls into the nearest gas station. Andrew offered to fill up the tank, while the rest of us went inside.

While we were in the store, I tried to get Glen alone, so I could tell him what was happening. Everytime I got near him, though, Mark would be right there with us. I gave up on that idea. I grabbed a coke, paid for it, and went out to the car, while Mark and Glen grabbed things for them to munch on. I sat in the driver's seat. Andrew had finished with the gas, and was back in his seat. "Did you get me anything," Andrew asked. "Like a fist sandwich?" "No. A coke, snack, pack of condoms..."

"Can I ask you something?" "Shoot." "Why do you want to do this?" "I like camping." "Don't be a smart ass." "Really, I just want to see if you are as wild as you say you are in that story." "That's just it, Andrew. It's a story, it's made up. Jade is just a character. I'm Jody; a totally different woman. The attitude is me, but the rest isn't." He looked out the window, as if he were looking for Mark or Glen. He leaned against the front seat, and said, "it's also because of Mark. He talked me into this. I read the parts about me, and kinda shrugged it off as your fantasy. He said somebody should teach the female fans a lesson, give them a taste of their own medicine." "But I didn't physically do anything to you, Mark or Glen." Tears slid down my cheeks. Andrew rubbed my shoulder. "Dry up before they get out here. I'll try to talk Mark out of it, but if I can't, I'll take it easy on you." "You weren't planning on beating me, were you?" "Why would I do that?" "That's what Mark and Glen did. Glen told me Mark talked him into it." "I swear, I won't lay a hand on you in anger. Now, dry your eyes. They're coming out."

The tents are pitched, our gear is stowed, the fire is burning, and the guys are out fishing. Except Mark. "I thought you were into this outdoors shit?" "I needed to talk to you," he said. "I don't think I want to hear what you have to say." "Andrew told me about your little talk back at the gas station." "Yeah, so?" "Andrew may take pity on you, and Glen, but I won't until you end the story." "I'm not going to end it until I'm damn good and ready to do so. You're with your wife now, if that's any consolation. You're more of a protector, or big brother to my character now." "Jade..." "Quit calling me Jade. My name is Jody." "No, to me you are Jade. And, it doesn't matter what is in the story now. You've already pissed me off, and you can't fix it."