Age Doesn't Matter

It was a Friday night and he was going out again. Was it going to be one of his 'creatures' or maybe someone he just met somewhere when Paul wasn't looking. Paul had to admit Undertaker was becoming a hell of a lot more social of late. He'd been going out every Friday night when he and Paul were home. Too bad it wasn't getting him anywhere. As if on cue, The Undertaker appeared in the doorway, looking out the window of the front door. "You have another date tonight don't you?" Paul said. Undie walked into the living room light and Paul got his first good look at Undie's 'evening attire'. This particular outing would have him wearing a black, sleeveless shirt and black jeans. "Those damn pants of his look painted on--good lord." Paul thought to himself. At least Undertaker had the body to wear stuff like that .

"No 'Taker, you look fine-you always look fine when you go out, don't worry." Paul told him. He wanted to actually add something else but thought now was definitely not the right time. He decided, instead to inquire of Undie's latest date which would probably just end up being a float in the disastrous parade that was Undie's relationships--outside of himself, of course.

"So, who is this one? Fan, friend, serial-killer?". Undertaker gave Paul a hard look. "I guess you could say fan." Undie said. Did he sound the slightest bit wistful, as if he were wishing he could meet someone that did not know him as a professional wrestler, or maybe someone that knew and didn't care?

"Undertaker...I want to..umm...talk to you about.." at that second Paul was interrupted by the phone. Obviously Undie was too absorbed waiting for the newest package of use-him-and-abuse-him to arrive to get the damn phone. Paul got it and it was his sister. She wanted to know if his niece, Sheila could come and stay with him for a little while during his and Undie's brief off-time. "Sheila has really missed her favorite Uncle, she can't wait to see you. Is next weekend still open or are you on again?"

"Next weekend would be great, Pam. Tell Sheila I missed her too and I can't wait. It'll be wonderful to see someone else besides those loud hellions I have to work with!" Paul talked to his sister for a little while. Nothing big, just the usual stuff and a bit of family gossip. During Paul's conversation, Undertaker's date arrived. Pam's voice went off into the background as Paul checked out this new girl.

She was in obvious awe--and no wonder--Undertaker, besides being famous and all that crap was just plain awesome. He was a tad shy of seven feet tall, heavily muscled arms covered with tattoos, and that HAIR. Undie's hair was his absolute crowning glory. Deep red, like Cherry Coca-Cola, it fell to the middle of his back; all one length, even the front. His hair was beautiful enough to turn a supermodel green with envy.

This particular 'Creature of the Night' was definitely no supermodel. She was, like all Undie's dates, oddly plain. Actually, this one was even a little plump. Paul shook his head slightly. He didn't get Undertaker's taste. Undie could probably have any woman he wanted, but he always chose those that would usually just blend into the background. Maybe he thought they would treat him better. So far he'd been wrong about that.

Paul went to the window to watch them leave. "My god, I hope she can wait to get him home before screwing him, he barely fits in the car as it is!" Paul was immediately sorry after thinking this but he knew that despite Undertaker's intimidating presence and fearsome ring reputation he was very vulnerable to being hurt and too willing to have people accept him. If Undie were female he'd probably be labeled a slut and that was sad considering Undie only wanted to be liked, but was unsure how to go about it the right way.

Paul had had many conversations with Undertaker about his relationships but was unable to advise him of how to handle things because Paul himself had not had a great time with people either. He figured that was why he had such a deep need for Undertaker's company and vice-versa. Still he remembered some incidents and had to give 'Taker credit that he continued to associate with the outside world.

Undie had met a young lady in a bar after a match. She gave him a song and dance about how she had come to the match because she hadn't seen wrestling since she was a little girl, and she watched it with her father, and he had just recently died and this was her way of saying good bye to him and blah blah blah. Sucker Undie fell for this like a ton of bricks and ended up letting the woman come up to his room because he "was just trying to be nice". It turned out she was one of those obsessed, crazy fans who would say or do anything to get close to their objects of affection. She convinced Undie he could help her out best by sleeping with her, which he did. She also took some pictures of him while he was asleep and totally nude. She later threatened Paul and told him that if he did not 'give' Undertaker to her she would sell the pictures to every porno magazine she could find and totally ruin Undertaker's career. Paul informed Vince McMahon of what was going on and Vince just about blew a fuse. Having one of his biggest draws naked in porno magazines after preaching 'family entertainment' would pretty much mean the end of everybody's ride.

Somehow the story leaked out and some of the other guys were very concerned of a possible huge public scandal that would hurt or end their careers. One morning Paul woke to the wonderful words "GET THE F*CK OUT" emblazoned on the front of their house in spray paint. No one ever owned up to it and while Undie acted mad as hell in front of everyone else Paul remembered how Undie reacted after seeing those words. He had bowed his head and whispered, "I didn't think something like this would happen. I didn't!". Although Paul never brought it up, he had seen a tear slide down Undertaker's cheek.

Vince's attorneys ended up somehow keeping things quiet and Vince had called Undertaker into his office-without Paul-and read him the riot act. Undertaker was absolutely humiliated. Paul had had to put up with months of 'Taker's moodiness and depression. It was a totally horrific experience.

Sheila was very excited about going to see Uncle Paul. He had the coolest, weirdest house and he wasn't hung up on her age. He talked to her as if she were an equal instead of just a teenager. Well she was almost 17, she thought that was pretty much adulthood. Too bad her parents didn't think the same way! Uncle Paul would let her get any movies she wanted, especially the gory ones, and they would eat all the junk food imaginable while watching them. Most of the time they ended up laughing their asses off instead of being scared. Uncle Paul also liked to sleep late when he was home so no one was making noise early in the morning like at home and she could sleep in as well. She also had her own huge room at her Uncle's house, with a fire place and everything. Uncle Paul had a big, dank old basement that was like a dungeon and in it were all kinds of cool things--old clothes and pictures and trunks full of ancient treasures. Her favorite thing was the old pool table. It was a giant, antique thing replete with ornate carvings and clawed feet that were big enough to belong to a grizzly bear. She could crank up the stereo down there (Uncle Paul was tolerant of any music she played and any volume she played it at.) Of course all this was great but there was another reason she liked going to Uncle Paul's house that she never shared with anyone but her best friend Holly. That reason had been on her mind more and more lately.

"I can't wait to see you, Undertaker." She whispered in the dark. The thought of being around him made her break into a huge smile. "Now if I could just think of how to tell him I'm crazy about him. Who am I kidding, I've never even really held a conversation with him. He's so hard to talk to." she thought. She remembered the first time she saw Undie, he scared her. He was so big it was overwhelming to her. Of course she had been just a kid then. She figured she developed a crush on him about two years later, when she was thirteen. It had seemed like she all of a sudden just noticed him. She sat on the couch next to him watching TV and all of a sudden she was wondering what his hair felt like and realizing how cute his nose was and wishing she could hold his hand. That last thought had made her shiver and blush at the same time. She was glad the room had been dark except for the TV.

"God, I was such a dork back then." she thought, remembering the past. Oddly enough she hadn't been able to sit by him like that again. She was mortified of her mother finding out, because her mom would probably say she was too young to be hanging around a man Undie's age and not let her go to Uncle Paul's house again. That was too horrible to consider and why was everything always about age?

She and Holly had concocted a plan the other day and she was going to ask her mom tomorrow if Holly could go with her to Uncle Paul's. This would be the first time she had ever taken a friend with her but Uncle Paul had met Holly on a number of occasions, and one time told Sheila she could bring her with if she wanted to.

Paul thought Undie might be smiling. Could this Tracy gal be 'the one'? Paul had seen this before, he hoped he was wrong because even 'Taker deserved to have someone love him. He couldn't just live with Paul forever in their 'bachelor camp'. Paul grinned when he knew Undie wasn't looking.

Friday afternoon around two, Undertaker left on his Harley to meet Tracy at her cabin. He had the idea he'd be meeting Paul in Toronto. Tracy had been extremely happy that he accepted her invitation. She called him every day after that and talked to him about all sorts of things. He mainly listened, he wasn't exactly a great conversationalist. It took him a long time to get to know someone enough to open up to them. In fact Paul was the only person in the world who really knew him. He wanted to find someone who genuinely cared about him. Fame was becoming a large obstacle for him. Everyone he met always seemed to want something. He knew some of the guys he worked with thought he was a real weirdo (even though none of them would ever admit this to his face) but he didn't care. He would keep on looking for that one person who treated him like he was special because they wanted to and not because the TV told them to.

At three fifteen, Friday afternoon. Sheila and Holly arrived at Paul's house. Sheila's mother came in to visit awhile and while her mother was talking to her uncle, Sheila and Holly went up to Sheila's room to put their bags up. They immediately started giggling as soon as they were out of sight."This is the weekend I know it!!!!" Holly said excitedly.

A date! He can't, not yet, I didn't tell him yet! No, not my Undie! I'm too late! Sheila thought. She tried to say something, but nothing came. She felt the most desolate feeling of despair she had ever experienced. Her world practically collapsed. She felt Holly's hand on her arm, trying to remind her to keep her composure in front of her mother.

Holly tried to make Sheila at least stop crying long enough to try to look at things a little more rationally, but she could tell Sheila was completely heartbroken. She knew Sheila had a crush on this guy. She'd talked him non-stop for a long time now but she never knew how deeply her friend felt.

"That's him." Sheila answered. Her heart felt so full she thought it would burst. She watched him get off the bike and start walking back towards the house. She loved to watch him walk. The sensual way his hips moved always gave her this odd feeling, almost like fainting. She doubted he was aware of how sexy he was when he walked. This time, however, she could tell there was something different about him. He almost seemed to stalk instead of his usual saunter. He looked mad. The girls hurried back to their spots on the floor in front of the TV.

They decided to stay up for a while longer to see if anything was going to happen. About half way through the 'Nightstalker' rerun, Sheila got the break she was waiting for. Undertaker walked into the room and sat on the couch behind Sheila and Holly. As many times as she had sat up watching TV late by herself he had never come out and sat with her--until now.

"Uh-sure, sounds cool, Coke for me-Sheila?" Holly said, trying to cover up. Sheila was nodding her head. "Sheila wants one too.". He disappeared through the dark doorway. Holly leaned over to Sheila and whispered "That man is a human skyscraper! Jesus Christ! Well, are you ready, slick? This is your chance!"

The three of them sat in silence until the end of 'Night Stalker'. "This one was my favorite, that swamp monster thing was actually pretty creepy, well for a 70's TV show anyway." Holly said. "Yeah". Sheila agreed. "I like the one about the vampire lady too. Kolchak rules." They laughed. Sheila stretched, feeling tired, and her foot bumped into something. She looked up to see what it was and realized it was Undie's foot. She drew back quickly, her eyes round and turned back to the TV.

Sheila was amazed when Undertaker got down on the floor with her, although he didn't lay too close. She began to tremble, he somehow noticed this and asked her if she wanted the afghan on the couch. She looked down, bit her lip and then shyly said, "If you'll get under it with me." Her eyes were starting to tear up, she was experiencing a feeling so intense, there were no words to describe it. First, she couldn't put two words together, now she was afraid she was saying too much.

" I'll be seventeen in less than a month, besides, you couldn't seduce me." She tried to at least show some sign of restraint, but this melted away along with practically everything else when Undertaker leaned over to her, nuzzled his cheek against hers and whispered "Couldn't I?" in her ear.

She looked up at him, totally shocked, suddenly turned on in a way she never could of imagined. He was looming over her, laying on his side, propped up on one elbow. The next thing she said just came out of her mouth without warning, actually, it felt more like it came out of her heart because her brain had seemed to have stopped functioning.

He leaned close to her again, and the next thing she knew, his lips were touching hers. She grew weak and, sensing it, he slipped his arm around her. She could feel the strength and size of him as he pulled her closer. His tongue slowly teased her lips and she opened her mouth slightly so she could taste him back. At this point she was totally unaware of anything but him. He was kissing her deeply, it felt like he was sucking out her very soul.

She had kissed a boy before, but that had been nothing compared to this. At the time, both her and the boy were pretty much amateurs, but being kissed by someone who was obviously very experienced was almost intimidating. She had never been 'this far' with a guy before let alone the one of her dreams so Undertaker had total control over the situation.

He was well aware of the fact that Sheila was young and inexperienced and, to be perfectly honest, he liked dominating her. His evening had been a total loss. Tracy turned out to be just as bad as any of the others he'd been with and he was tired of being treated like a thing. Tracy's 'big surprise' had been about five of her friends and a video camera. She told Undertaker her and her friends "just couldn't wait to f*ck somebody famous" and they were sure he wouldn't mind if they taped the whole thing because he was "used to being on camera". He had been so disgusted he left right then. He knew most men would have jumped at the chance to be with a bunch of women at once, but that wasn't something he was into. He was so sick of being used, he was ready to give it back a little bit.

She moaned as his thumb brushed across her nipple. His hand traveled slowly down her stomach and unbuttoned her jeans before she could fully realize what was happening. Undertaker's long fingers were very lightly touching her most tender area, and she came almost immediately. She gasped and pressed up against him. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth totally. Then he drew back to see her reaction. To his amazement, she was crying.

He couldn't believe what he had just done. With Paul's niece! Paul would hate him if he found out. Besides, she was underage! What the hell had he been thinking? He let go of her quickly and stood up. "I'm sorry Sheila--I don't know what came over me. Your uncle Paul is going to hate me. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me too." He hung his head so his hair covered his face, too ashamed to look at her.

"I could never hate you, Undertaker! I love you with all my heart. I wouldn't tell uncle Paul-not ever." He looked at her then, and he could see that in her eyes. He whispered "I'm sorry" again before hurrying back to his room. When he got there he closed and locked the door so he could be alone with his all-consuming feelings of guilt and shame. He had used Sheila to get rid of his own feeling of worthlessness and ended up feeling even worse. Could he ever do anything right?

Sheila sat in the dark for awhile. She didn't understand what had just happened. First he was driving her crazy, the next he was kind of scaring her, then he made her come Is that what it is? Is that how it feels? God it was great! Then he was all upset again and he was gone. She had no idea what to do next. She decided to go upstairs and try to go to sleep, it was obvious he wasn't coming back out. "Now what?" she wondered. "Will we ever do it again, will we go farther the next time, will he act like it never happened? I'm so in love with him!"

Surprisingly, Holly was asleep when Sheila got upstairs. She figured her friend would want to give her the third degree about what went on downstairs. Sheila wasn't sure she wanted to tell anyone what happened. She wasn't quite sure why. She had an idea that what had just gone on between Undertaker and her was more due to his lousy evening than to her. This thought made her feel even worse than before. She was beginning to lose hope that The Undertaker would ever see her as anything but 'Paul's little niece'. He'd probably really avoid her now.

Sheila's fears were realized as Undie made himself scarce the rest of the weekend. Even Paul wondered why he was being so antisocial, but he didn't ask and just figured it had something to do with the incident on Friday with Tracy. He was well used to The Undertaker's moods and knew when it was better not to ask questions.

He didn't turn around; but nodded, almost as if to himself, and walked out the door. When Sheila and her family pulled out of the driveway, The Undertaker watched from the living room window. He had never had much to do with Sheila, had never really took much notice of her before--but now. What had happened? He kept thinking about how she looked at him, and how sweet her kisses were. So trusting, not like the others who seemed to almost rape him as soon as they got him alone. As he kept thinking about it he felt himself getting hot. He tried to shake the feeling as Paul came into the room.

They went back to their road shows and Sheila went back to school. She had a new perspective on Undertaker and she thought it was making her love for him deeper. She couldn't wait for next month to come around so she could go back to uncle Paul's and talk to Undie more. She thought she could do it easier this time, and if he was in a strange mood like last time she hoped she could make herself say no to him, because she felt that may be more of what he needed than anything. He needed someone to care enough about him to say no. But, oh god, those eyes, that beautiful hair, and those soft, sweet lips! He was an extremely adept seducer. He'd make it absolute torture to say no!

It seemed like forever, but the month eventually went by. She actually caught Monday Night RAW a couple of times. She didn't really like to watch wrestling because she knew too much about it, and it made Undie look like he was some unnatural thing. On TV he never got that shy little look in his eye, like he did in the 'real world'. He did, however, look sexy in his costume. The strange thing was, the way he acted on TV left out the part of him that always seemed so lost and forlorn. On TV he was Mr. Rough Bad-Ass. In real life, he was intimidating at first, but if you paid close attention he had this odd vulnerability about him.

On Friday, Sheila realized she was feeling kind of weird. She went through her classes in a daze. At first she thought it might be due to the fact she was all freaked out about seeing 'Taker that night, but after awhile she realized it probably wasn't that at all. Maybe she was catching a cold. There was no way she was going to say a word about it. She didn't want anything to get in the way of her and her sweetheart, Undertaker.

When she arrived at her Uncle's house she half expected to not see Undie until the next day like usual, but, to her pleasant surprise, he was right in the entrance way, arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall. It looked like he was waiting for her. Her mom walked by him and said hello. He nodded at her, but kept his eyes fixed on Sheila. Sheila's mother had already found Paul and was talking away at him. Sheila stayed where she was, having this weird stare-down with Undertaker. It started to get a little creepy.

"Let me help you with that." He said, and reached out for her bag. She handed it to him, speechless. He started up the stairs, and when she didn't follow right away, stopped and looked back at her. "Coming?" he said very quietly, as if to not let anyone else hear. She nodded, and followed.

Undertaker walked up to her and stood behind her. While she was wondering what was next, she felt his hands on her shoulders. "Are you feeling all right? You look a little tired." he said. He began to very gently rub her shoulders. She started trembling. It looked like her plan of resistance was going to hell in a handbasket. He pulled her slowly up against him and held her.

"I can make you feel better." Undertaker said, turning her around to face him. His body pressed liquidly against her. She lost all strength and leaned on him, it was like leaning on a brick wall. She also realized she could feel his heat rising, and at first it didn't register what was pressing hotly against her stomach, and when it finally did, he had to hold her up because her knees buckled.

She gawked after him, not believing how he had just flirted with her. She couldn't wait to be alone with him. she wanted to take things a little slower than last time though. She wanted to at least get to savor the time she had with him and the things they would talk about. She still felt strange, only now it was turning to more nausea than anything else. She was afraid she was coming down with the flu. "Why NOW?" she thought.

Undertaker went outside to clean his Harley. Actually he just wanted some time alone to think. He had thought about Sheila for a month. He discovered he couldn't wait to see her. He was afraid she wouldn't like him anymore after he had been so rotten the last time she came over. He knew she enjoyed what he had done to her, but he was disgusted with his reasoning behind it. He had not been able to get the look in her eyes as he kissed her out of his mind. She had looked utterly genuine when she told him "I love you with all my heart.". He had replayed that over and over in his mind for a month. It gave him butterflies in his stomach. Nothing had ever done that to him before.

Paul was cutting up some tomatoes in the kitchen, he wiped his hands on a towel and said "I'll tell Sheila it's ready, she's upstairs taking a nap. I don't think she's feeling too good." Before Paul could step towards the door, Undertaker said "Go ahead and finish Paul, I'll tell her. I have to wash my hands anyway."

Paul thought this was really strange. First off, Undie wasn't going anywhere tonight, second he never had anything to do with Sheila before. Who knew with him anyway. Maybe he was finally getting sick of all this dating crap and wanting to just stay home and rest like he should. If this was the case, Paul was glad. He turned back to getting the food together, shrugging off the anomaly in Undertaker's behavior.

Sheila made herself comfortable in the living room and settled in for an evening of TV. Her Uncle joined her for awhile, but Undie didn't. He took off on his Harley somewhere telling Paul he'd be right back. She wondered where he was going. She wasn't worried, she knew he'd be back. He'd been making her crazy ever since she got there. She did feel like hell, though

The Undertaker rode through the moonlit country roads until he got to the nearest town. He found a convenience store that had no cars at it. He figured it would be safe to go there, there didn't seem to be anyone to bother him. The guy behind the counter stared at him when he came in. Undie figured the sight of a seven-foot biker walking into your deserted store at night could unnerve some people. He found what he was looking for and brought it up to the counter. The clerk nervously rang up Undie's items and then timidly asked for the amount. Undie had the meanest urge to say BOO! real loud and scare this poor guy to death, but he didn't, he was used to this reaction. Either people were scared of him or starstruck. It made him feel like an outsider, and lonely too.

The sky was clear and full of stars. The nearly-full moon made it that deep, oddly comforting shade of blue. What clouds were in the sky were tinged silver around the edges. Undertaker thought it was a perfect night. The wind whipped his long braid back behind him as he sped down the road. He saw houses here and there and lights on in them. He had always wondered what was going on in those houses, if the people inside knew who he was, if they could hear his bike going by.

He began to think of Sheila again. Without being conscious of it, he was beginning to consider her 'his'. He knew she had a birthday not long ago and was now seventeen. Was that still too young for him? He figured most people would think it was. Especially Paul. He couldn't help it though, she made him feel very special. He knew she wasn't feeling well, and he had already decided to take care of her as best he could. He just didn't want to be too obvious to Paul. He'd have to wait for Paul to go to bed.

Undertaker knelt next to her. "It's not your fault. I bought some flu medicine for you at the store." At this she did start crying. "Please don't cry, Sheila. I'm going to be here with you all night." He picked her up and put her in the chair while he arranged the pillows on the couch. He then picked her up again and held her on his lap. She slipped her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him. They sat like that for a long time, kissing lightly every once in awhile. She wanted to do more, but she felt so bad. Eventually she felt the urge she'd been dreading and had to jump off his lap and run to the bathroom. When she finally made it back to the living room, he was waiting for her.

"Lay down, Sheila. It's time for you to rest." he said. She laid on the couch and he tucked the blankets around her, then he sat on the floor next to her. She started to play with his braid. "I love your beautiful hair." she began to unbraid it, wanting to set it free to flow over her. Unbraided, his hair fell in soft waves across her. She got her fingers into it and began to play with it.

They stared into each other's eyes. Even though she felt bad, she was longing to make love to him. She thought she had never loved anyone more than she loved The Undertaker. The flu had made her so weak that she couldn't flirt with him or do or say any of the things she wanted to. She simply played with his hair. He closed his eyes and laid his head on her. She didn't think he would actually stay all night , but each time she woke up, he was there, and if she didn't wake up fully she was comforted to feel that long, soft, red hair of his in her hands. This was not the way she wanted her weekend to go at all. She didn't want to be some sick thing, that he would be stuck taking care of. Now he probably would think of her as a baby!

Paul woke up around eleven and decided to roll out of bed and get himself a glass of juice. He walked up the hall and happened to glance into the living room. What he saw made him stop and stare. Sheila was laying on the couch fast asleep and on the floor next to the couch was The Undertaker. His head rested on Sheila's arm. Her other hand was buried under a pile of his hair. Paul walked into the room, cleared his throat and said, loudly, "Good Morning."

Paul wasn't quite sure what to think about what he saw. Undertaker had never been one to be especially nurturing when he didn't have to be. This was very odd. His niece seemed to be all right, he figured there was no harm in it but.....Paul had this brief mental picture of Undertaker crawling all over Sheila and it made him very angry. He loved Sheila and loved Undertaker but the two just could not (and would not, if he had any say in it) mix. Undertaker had never paid any attention to Sheila before and now, all of a sudden he's taking care of her when she's sick? There was also the odd, moony way Undie had been acting for weeks and the fact that he had not had one of his dates last night. Paul decided to get to the bottom of this right now.

"Paul, I didn't do anything wrong. Sheila is a nice girl. I was trying to comfort her, she was very sick. Neither of us wanted to wake you up.". The look in Paul's eye told Undie You better just stay away from my niece! Undie didn't like that. He and Paul had always been very close. 'Taker didn't know what else to say.

"Fine, fine. I don't want to argue with you, Undertaker, but I think you know how I'm feeling." Undie looked down at the floor. "Marcus." Undie flinched. Paul was the only person to call him by his given name, and when he did, it was usually something serious. "Don't do what I think you've been trying to do. She's too young for you and a girl her age is prone to crushes that start and stop on a dime. I don't want either of you to be hurt, or do something you'd regret later. Understood?"

Undertaker nodded, he didn't look up at Paul. He felt ashamed, but not so much to quell his feelings for Sheila. He still felt like he was......falling in love. Why couldn't it have been with someone besides his best friend's seventeen year old niece? Paul left him alone and Undie lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out how he was going to handle this.

Paul took her hand and said, "No, no. Nothing like that. I just don't want you to get hurt by Undertaker, if you have any, um, expectations of him." God this was akward! Paul hated stuff like this. He sighed and continued on. "Undertaker isn't like everyone else, especially guys your age, he's just--different." Paul didn't know how else to put it.

Now Paul really didn't know what to do. He should have seen this coming. Sheila was not a child anymore. Undertaker was right here in front of her, Paul should have known. How was he going to handle this gracefully? Grace in sticky situations had never been his forte'. He decided to just trust his niece and his friend. He did not want to treat Sheila like a child nor did he want to treat Undertaker like a criminal.

Sheila felt bad all day Saturday. She went up and slept for a while, then came back downstairs to lay on the couch in front of the TV. She hadn't seen Undie all day. She was afraid Uncle Paul had been pretty hard on him and he was staying away. She missed him, all she wanted to do was see him. She got up and shuffled into the kitchen to get a 7-up. Besides flu medicine, Undie had bought her more of that at the store. She really wanted to see him.

"Have you ever seen me wrestle, Sheila?" He asked. She nodded and said, "Sure, on TV a few times. I don't really like wrestling too much. I know so much about it because of Uncle Paul, and I really hate to see or hear somebody do anything mean to you...staged or not." She gathered her courage and ran the palm of her hand down Undie's back to his perfect ass. She had been wanting to grab that for a long time. 'Taker started to feel a little weak himself.

Sheila smiled up at him and responded "Yes! I would love to! Besides, it would give me the chance to be close to you again so soon. Maybe this time I won't have the flu." He picked her up gently and sat her on the side of the big, old pool table. They began kissing each other lightly. Undie wanted to take it easy on her because he knew she still felt weak.

Sheila touched Undie between the legs, timidly at first, but when he didn't tell her to stop, she used her whole hand to stroke him there. She felt him catch his breath and then move closer to her so she could reach him better. He began to slightly move up against her hand. She felt the size and heat of his manhood increase and she thought she couldn't possibly be having this effect on him, not a silly teenage girl with the flu like her! The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the pool table and Undie was on top of her. He was so huge he just covered her."This is where I'm supposed to take things a little slower." she thought to herself. But what he did next melted all her resolve.

Undertaker knelt over her and planted his hands on either side of her head. He started kissing her neck. His tongue was licking her so slowly she thought she would go insane. In the next second she was sure she'd lose her mind as he leaned back and then slithered his body up the length of hers the whole time staring deep into her eyes. He ended up with his hips on hers, hands still planted on either side of her. "Oh, Undie, I...I.." she was trembling all over and couldn't seem to hang on to her train of thought.

He sat back on her hips and said, "I'm not hurting you am I?". She shook her head slightly, not taking her eyes off him for a second. He allowed her to take in the sight of him for a minute and then said "I was actually going to take it easy on you because you're not feeling good but you seemed to want to play pretty bad." she was completely entranced by now. She had never dreamed he could act this hot, and she had definitely had some very hot dreams about him. She just laid there hoping he would do more sexy stuff to her. He didn't disappoint her. He pinned both her hands down and arched his back, bringing his hard heat in contact with her. He began to slowly tease it up against her. She tried to hold out, but he was too much. Watching him move on top of her...his hair..his eyes...the pressure of his weight---tooo much!!

He laid next to her and snuggled up close, kissing her softly. Sheila looked over at him and said, "That's only the second time in my life that I've ever felt that, and you've done it to me both times. That felt so good, Undie! I want you to be my first lover. I want you right now!". She felt like she needed to see him naked, she had never felt such feelings of lust as she did now. What the hell ever happened to telling him no? she asked herself, First you want to be this big pillar of virtue, then all he has to do is ride you down into this pool table like his Harley-Davidson and you're begging him for more! This plan has definitely gone to hell! She was having trouble restraining herself from saying "Please, Undie--please, please, please!" .

She kissed him on the lips and asked him, "Don't get me wrong, I love what we just did, but you don't get much out of it--do you know what I mean?" He sighed and said, "Yes, I know what you mean, and believe me, I get quite a bit out of it. We'll save the best of it for somewhere better than a pool table in a basement. We will have our time, Sheila, and it will be worth waiting for."

Sunday came again for Sheila. Too damn fast! She felt well enough by Sunday to go outside and watch Undie wash Uncle Paul's Caddy. They had some time alone and were able to just sit next to each other on the back steps, hold hands, and talk. She told him about school, and bitched about her geometry class and the kids that got on her nerves. In turn, he told her about his work and how annoying traveling around could be and also about some of the good times he had on the road. Then they just talked about nothing in particular, Sheila found that he was not hard to talk to at all, in fact he was easier to have a conversation with than other people her own age. They were so absorbed in each other's company that they did not notice Paul come around the side of the house.

He had been up front with the weed-eater most of the day and was hot and tired. He walked around to the back of the house and stopped when he saw Sheila and Undie sitting on the back steps. The first thing he noticed was that they were holding hands. He started to get angry and just about blew his stack, when he heard his niece laugh. It was a completely happy and contented sound. Undie must have said something funny to her. That was amazing considering Undie didn't have a great sense of humor.

"...so, what if I see the sky as pink, and you see it as green, yet we both agree that it's blue. Do you think that's possible? Like if everybody saw their own version of colors, but they were the only ones to see it?" Sheila said. She was reviving a discussion she and Holly had once. It was a pretty far-out topic, but Undie didn't mind.

Paul couldn't believe how easily they talked to each other, as if they'd known each other for years. He listened for awhile to their innocent chatter, and then watched, as Undertaker leaned down and kissed Sheila lightly on the lips. It was a very tender kiss. It became obvious to Paul that Sheila and Undertaker cared very deeply about each other. He decided not to go off the deep end.

"Aren't you afraid you're going to catch the flu, Undertaker?" Paul said in a quiet, calm tone. Upon hearing Paul's voice they both snapped around to look at him, their eyes wide and startled. "O.K. I saw it. Maybe that's what I get for spying, maybe it's better that things are out in the open, I don't know. Before anyone gets uptight let me make my feelings clear. Sheila, I think you are too young to have a relationship with a man of Undertaker's age, but I see that you are very comfortable with him. He has treated you with more caring than I have ever seen him show before. I don't want to say that I condone you and him.......together, but seeing how you act together; it's impossible to tell either of you to stay away from each other."

This statement raised a quiet "No!" out of Sheila. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. Then she felt mad as if they were ignoring her, discussing her like she wasn't there! "HEY!! What about MY opinion here!? Undertaker, I love you. I don't want you to not see me anymore because my Mom might get mad! I'm not a little kid! A person can't help who they fall in love with or when it happens--and that goes for me as well as you! Uncle Paul, I love you too. You've been there for me through alot of stuff. Now I can thank you for bringing someone very special into my life. I wouldn't expect you to lie to my Mom, if you feel you have to tell her, I'll love you as much as ever. It won't change a thing."

She got up and walked over to him. Sheila hugged Paul, telling him "You've always treated me better than anyone else in the family. I love you and I respect your opinion above anyone else's. Undie makes me happy, I think he is a wonderful man." She went in the house, leaving Undie and Paul alone.

Paul went in the house himself, deciding that enough had been said. It was now up to Sheila and Undie. He realized he wasn't dealing with a stupid girl as far as Sheila went. She seemed to have an understanding of things that went way beyond her years. Pam would be very upset if she knew what was developing, but Paul had faith in his niece, and he had obviously been selling Undie short too. He decided not to tell Pam and let things go as they would.

"No, I'm not." He responded simply. He held her in his arms until her mother came in the house. Even then they continued to stand like that, not wanting to let go. Sheila took in everything about him that she could. The warmth of his body against her, the feel of his strong arms around her, the smell of his cologne. He was all she wanted and more.

Undertaker was making many of the same observations as Sheila. All he wanted to do at that moment was lower her to the bed and make love to her slowly. Instead he stepped away from her and said "Your mother is here. She'll be calling you soon. You should go downstairs. I'll wait up here until you leave so she doesn't think anything."

"Call me sometime during the week, Paul, 'K?" Pam said. Paul assured Pam he would and they said their good-byes. Paul turned to go into the kitchen and saw Undertaker sitting on the top step. Apparently, he had stayed up there, out of sight, to listen. Now he came down the stairs and went right up to the front window, watching Sheila leave.

Undertaker couldn't stop thinking about Sheila. He wanted her so bad when they were downstairs on the pool table. He kept playing it over and over in his mind. He began to fantasize about her. He thought about her running her hands down his hips and thighs and then undressing him so she could feel his naked body...her lips kissing his stomach...her tongue licking the inside of his thigh, and then moving up higher until she took him in her mouth. He imagined her doing it very timid and light, that would drive him crazy, just make him soooo crazy......

When they finally arrived home Pam made Sheila some tea and told her to go up to her room and rest. Sheila drank her tea and went upstairs but instead got on the phone to Holly and let her in on the events of the weekend. She felt she had to share her wonderful feelings with someone. She also circled the date on the calendar for the house show. She needed to start making wardrobe decisions now! She felt more excited than if she was going to her senior prom!

She discussed all of those important matters with Holly for at least an hour before her Father started calling for her and asking her a bunch of questions about her softball tournament next week. He needed directions and time frames and blah, blah, blah. Dads always had to get into those things at the most inopportune times! She hung up with Holly and went in to talk to her Dad.

Undertaker went about the next two weeks in a state of impatience. As such, he was moody and got on everyone's nerves, especially Paul's. Paul tried to be understanding, but the schedule was tough on everybody, and he thought Taker just needed to chill out a little. He still wouldn't discuss his feelings about Sheila much with Paul, but he was at least at ease when Paul would bring the situation up.

After the first week, Undie began to miss Sheila deeply. He just wanted to hear her voice, he wanted to hear her say "I love you" in that sweet tone she had. Paul was out to dinner at the time, he decided it wouldn't hurt if he called her, maybe she would answer the phone, if she didn't he could make up some excuse to talk to her..

. The phone rang at Sheila's house, and Pam picked it up. Sheila was in the livingroom reading a book and didn't want to leave her place in the story. She heard her mom say hello, and then heard, "Hi! I was expecting Paul to call...yes, she's still planning to go...she's here, uh, sure, you can speak to her." Pam called in to Sheila who was already listening. "Sheila, telephone. It's Taker."

"Hi, I hope I'm not getting you in trouble." Taker's voice was so sexy on the phone! She wanted to just tell him "I miss you! I love you, I can't wait to see you!!!" what she actually said was "No, not at all. What's up?" She looked out of the corner of her eye for her mother. Pam was not within sight, but she still might be able to hear.

Sheila closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. His words made her weak, she felt such a powerful wave of emotion it would have been impossible for her to express it even if she had been able to say whatever she wanted. She looked quickly behind her, then decided to take the chance. She whispered "I love you, Undertaker." She gripped the phone tighter, feeling as if the time she'd see him again would never come.

Sheila looked at her mother and gave her a weak smile, "He just wanted to tell me about my backstage pass and stuff." Pam looked closely at her daughter. She had the idea that there was something more here, that Sheila had a very strange far away look in her eye, but just put the thought aside. "I'm going to go read awhile more, mom." Sheila said. She went back to the living room. Pam wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard Sheila say something to Undertaker very softly before she came in the room. She didn't hear what it was though. She went back to what she was doing before and quickly forgot about it.

After Taker hung up the phone, he sat quietly just looking at the wall. The feeling of loneliness became almost too much to bear for a moment and he squeezed his eyes closed against tears. He swallowed deeply and tried to regain composure. He contemplated the tattoos on his right arm and wondered how her parents would react to a man that was-what-about twenty years older than their daughter being in love with her. Would they want to put him in jail? Would they hate him? Would her father want to beat him senseless? Would they understand? He wondered what was next. He knew he wanted her desperately, knew she wanted him too, but the idea of taking her virginity seemed so...cruel. That wasn't exactly it, but he didn't know how to put his idea into words. When they were together he dwarfed her, and when they had messed around in the basement he was afraid he would crush her. She didn't seem to mind his size a bit, but it wasn't just that. He didn't want to create problems for her with her family, didn't want to be the reason for any bad feelings that lasted years. Why couldn't it be easy? He figured something that didn't require effort and tact probably wasn't worth having. He ran over the last several relationships he'd had in his mind and decided the easy stuff just ended up being harder in the long run.

The night before the event found Sheila absolutely unable to sleep. She was so excited about seeing Undertaker and just being with him! She still couldn't believe he had called her. He had wanted to hear HER voice! Everytime she thought about it she felt very floaty. She played every song she had that reminded her of him for the entire two weeks. Her attention wandered every time she was given the chance. She was more excited about this than anything she'd ever done before.

She laid awake for quite awhile before finally dropping off and dreaming about him. She dreamed of kissing him in front of the whole world on national TV even though in reality the very thought would have mortified her as she was very shy. She woke the next morning, her mind still floating with the dreams, a smile on her face. She tried not to think of her parents and what they would say or do. She knew the situation was getting to an almost dangerous point as far as they went. How long was she supposed to go without someone finding out about them and...well, who wanted to think those thoughts today! She started getting ready early, picking out clothes, putting on makeup, changing her hair around. She wanted to look perfect. "He fell for you when you had the flu, it's obvious he's not into that 'made-up' stuff." she told herself.

She was ready early and tried to watch some TV with her dad, but she just couldn't keep her mind on it. Finally, the time came, she heard the car pull up in the driveway. She tried to keep from jumping up and grabbing her stuff and running out the door. It seemed a long time before anyone came to the door, but the doorbell sounded and her father got up to get it. He told her, "Well, looks like your ride is here, ready to go, punkin'?"

She cringed at the nickname, would her dad EVER stop calling her that? Geez! "Let me get my bag." She said and went to the stairs to get it. She was surprised to see that Taker was the one to come up to the door to get her. She didn't even hear what her dad and Taker were saying to each other. She was busy marveling at how Undie made her father look like a little kid. He was SO damn tall! Did he have to duck to get in the door? She smiled to herself, trying not to let a giggle out. She got serious again as she carried her bag out to the door. "Ready!!" she said.

"It sucked...we lost!" she answered. Her and her uncle discussed the game, Sheila didn't add that if she hadn't been so preoccupied thinking about that big gorgeous MAN up there in the front seat she would have done a hell of a lot better. So far her man hadn't said much of anything. All she could see of him was the back of his head. She saw that he had the top part of his hair in a ponytail, and the fiery red glints the sun would throw off his beautiful mane when it hit it. For some reason,those jewel-like glints made her feel very floaty indeed.

They finally reached the arena. They were early, because hardly any fans were waiting by the parking lot yet. They parked and got out, right away Sheila heard someone say "It's the Undertaker!!". Paul went around to the trunk and pulled out his and Taker's bags. "Sheila, I want you to just ignore anything you might hear, OK?" She nodded and tried not to listen to anything anyone said. Undie wasn't exactly popular, she knew that. She was prepared for some harsh remarks. They went inside quickly without incident.

When they walked in she saw people milling around everywhere. It seemed like a free for all, she imagined there was some organization in there somewhere. She also noticed Undie's demeanor change. He became very serious and quiet. She realized he was nervous. About her? About her being here?

As soon as they entered the arena, Taker became watchful. He wanted Sheila to be there with him, it was important to him that she approve of what he did, odd thought as it was, but he was also watching for the reactions of his co-workers. He knew how they thought of him and he was afraid some of them might try to bother her about him, or just get 'nosy' as to why she was there. He also wasn't sure who to leave her with when he and Paul were out there working. Some of his associates were nice people, but who was going to be trustworthy enough to entertain a 17 year old girl without talking a bunch of....he wasn't sure what. He just wanted to protect her. He decided there was only one person he could trust with that.

They got to their dressing room and Paul struck up a conversation with one of the Hebners. Undie told Sheila "I have someone I want you to meet." He motioned to Paul and told him, "Be right back." Paul just nodded. Gossiping as usual. Paul loved to talk. He led her down the hall and to a large open area. There was a young girl standing next to the coffee machine looking at some papers. Undie walked up to her and said, "Stephanie, this is Sheila, Paul's niece. She's going to be here for the event tonight."

He nodded, Stephanie could sense the slight tension between the wrestler and his young 'friend', she saw the way they looked into each other's eyes a tad longer than was normal. She couldn't help a slight smile. Taker was always so aloof and serious. It was touching to see him protective of someone like that. Undie reached out and gave Sheila's hand a quick squeeze before walking off back to where they had come from.

Stephanie turned out to be very easy to talk to and Sheila was having a good time talking to her. She told Sheila about the 'angle' she was involved in. Taker was supposed to be 'stalking' her and she was supposed to be so afraid of him. "I'm 'the 'damsel in distress' here." Steph said, and rolled her eyes. "I think the whole thing is kind of silly, but my dad..well you know how dads are. His big idea of the year."

Sheila sighed and said, "I'd love to be able to see Taker that much." then she stopped, looking Stephanie in the eye, how much could she say to her? She decided to take a chance. She really liked Stephanie and felt she could confide in her, even though she hadn't known her very long. "Steph, I have to ask you something," she started tentatively. Steph nodded, encouraging her, "What would your dad think about you dating someone, say, about twenty years older than you?".

Stephanie thought for minute and told Sheila, "Weelll, at first he'd be mad, but then he'd get over it. I mean, we have a very good, open relationship and he wants me to be happy, but I'll tell ya, he'd be grilling the heck out of the guy!" she laughed, then became serious. "You and Taker have strong feelings for each other don't you?". Sheila bit her lip, looking uncertain. "It's OK, Sheila, I've known Taker for a number of years, he seems to trust me, and maybe he even wanted us to have this conversation. He never does anything without some purpose behind it."

Sheila decided to level with Stephanie. "We love each other...but I know my parents will hate the idea. I love him, he loves me, but now I'm not sure what else we can do about it! It's so frustrating to not be able to just talk about him or TO him for that matter! I'm scared and happy at the same time..."

Undertaker sat in the dressing room with Paul, dressed in his costume, ready to go out. Paul was still shuffling around, finally he said, without looking at Undie, "Stephanie was a good choice. You know damn well I'm not going to be able to talk to my niece about...you." Paul turned around, pulling on his jacket. He met Undie's eyes. "I'm lousy at all that kind of stuff. I'm still nervous about her mother and father. I hope you handle this well, I'm putting alot on the line by keeping my mouth shut." Taker nodded, not knowing what else to say.

Paul started out the door, telling Midian, "Boy, you are so LOUD, are you trying to give me heart-attack..." the rest of Paul's words faded off as he followed Midian. They continued their back and forth banter. Taker slid down off the concrete shelf he'd been sitting on and went out the door after them.

They all got to the backstage area, and there was Sheila and Stephanie, waiting for them. Sheila was almost breathless at the sight of Undertaker in his costume. He looked so hot it was almost unbearable. She longed to touch his muscular shoulders, longed even more to be held in his arms.

"The crowd. I want to see what it looks like from here." Midian, Paul and the rest of the Ministry was headed out to the ring and she got a peek through the curtains. It was dark, but she could make out the enormity of the crowd, the heavy feeling of all the people. She heard the gigantic sound of thousands of boos and catcalls. She stared up at Taker. "Oh god...how do you do this?" she was honestly taken aback by it. She looked out again, about to say something else when she felt herself pushed up against the wall, back where no one could see. Taker pulled her up to him and kissed her. Her arms went around his neck, holding on for dear life as his tongue parted her lips and then pulled her tongue into his mouth. She lost all her strength as he sucked gently at her tongue and then her bottom lip. His body pressed her to the wall, and she felt the taut muscles in his chest and stomach. The thought ran through her head "He's squishing me..." and then she couldn't think anymore. His kiss deepened and it was almost scary to her in it's intensity. Her hands grasped his smooth, bare shoulders, felt his hair tickle her skin, she moaned at the sensations he was causing in her.

He set her down and stepped back from her, she gasped for breath, leaning against the wall for support. He gave her a look that was almost evil, "You'll get more than that tonight." he said, and then promptly walked out into the roar of the crowd. Sheila realized he was totally in his Lord of Darkness mindset, this was different than her usual sweet Undie. This was almost like the first time he had teased her in her uncle's livingroom. The feeling was totally exhilarating.

Taker fought in the main even of the show and when he was done, he came to the back, hot, sweaty and tired. He was ready to get out of there for the night. Sheila caught part of the match he had been in and she still couldn't make herself like what she saw. She was waiting in the dressing room, waiting for her uncle and Taker. Stephanie left already, after exchanging phone numbers with Sheila. Sheila was very grateful Undie introduced her to Steph. Talking to her made her feel alot better about everything.

As she waited, the bald man that was in the match with Undie poked his head into the room. He said "Hey, I have to ask you...." then he stopped when he saw Sheila. He glanced around the room and finding no one else there continued, "I'm sorry, Miss. I was looking for Taker, when you see him could you tell him that Steve wants to ask him something?"

Steve paused a second before responding, "Not a damn thing! I was just making an observation, what kind of person do you think I am? Hell, she's a little young for me!" Sheila's eyes widened as she continued to listen. Steve paused again then followed up with, "What's with you, Taker? Not too young for you maybe?" This last comment was said in a very sarcastic tone of voice.

Undie was definitely angry as he walked into the room. He snatched up his bag as he walked into the adjoining room to change. He didn't say a word. Paul stopped in front of Sheila and sighed. She sat there feeling very upset. She was causing problems for Taker already! She felt as if she wanted to cry, but bit her lip instead to keep the tears back. "He can be really sensitive sometimes." Paul said, as if to himself. He looked at his niece. "Are you OK, Sheila? You look a little pale?" She looked down at the floor. "Just tired I guess." Paul nodded. He was preoccupied with getting everything together and going home. Sheila was grateful, she didn't really want to discuss her feelings.

In the car, on the way home, Sheila sat in the back seat in silence. She listened to her uncle and Undie talk. She was actually mad at Taker. He didn't have to go off and act the way he did. He made her feel like some kind of embarrassment. His too-young little mistake. At one point he turned around and asked her, "You hungry? We can stop at Burger King or something. They're open still." She just looked down at her hands and said "No. I'm fine." her voice icy. Undie immediately knew something was wrong. He didn't say anything else.

Sheila finally got to let her feelings out. She cried silently in the dark. She was just going to have to tell him to forget all this and find someone else. If he was acting like that over a simple comment how was he going to handle her parents, or other people who had not-so-nice things to say? She knew from experience how cruel people could be. She was surprised that he didn't have more composure than to get pissed off at Steve like that so fast!

As she was thinking all this, she heard a knock at her door. "Sheila, I want to talk to you." It was Undie! Great. He probably wanted to tell HER it was over, that he had made a mistake...and oh how her World was ending all of a sudden! She didn't answer and he opened the door a crack. "I know you can't be asleep already. Talk to me." She whispered, "Just go away for now." He stepped in the door and stood there. He was outlined by the light from the hall and she couldn't help but admire his body. Why did he have to be so damn sexy?

"I want to find out what's wrong. I've waited to see you so long, I thought you wanted to see me too." He walked in the room and closed the door behind him. It was pitch black in the room, and she felt him sit on the edge of her bed next to her. Even though she couldn't see him she was still aware of his size, and how he loomed over her. She tried to scoot away, but he took her arm. "Talk to me." he said in a gentle voice. She pulled away from him and moved to the other side of the bed. He stretched out on the bed next to her and touched her arm again. This time she didn't pull away. "You don't like me anymore?" he said. He sounded so hurt and pouty she couldn't take it anymore. She cuddled up to him and began to cry again. Taker was honestly confused as to what was going on. He was not aware he had hurt her feelings with his reaction to Steve's comment. He let her cry a few seconds before putting his arms around her and rolling her over on her back. He propped up on one elbow, and put his other arm around her. He curled a leg over her and brought his body as close to her as he could. "You're my captive now, I'm not letting you go until you tell me what I did." Sheila smiled in spite of herself. He was being cute again. He sure knew how to get what he wanted!

He closed his eyes and shook his head sadly. "Sheila, I'm so sorry it came off like that. That's not it at all! I got mad because sometimes Steve talks a little too much. He says things that just don't need to be said, and he seems to enjoy getting on my nerves. I also got...a little...jealous at the thought of anyone else looking at you like that. I let him get to me, and I hurt you in the process. I'm sorry." Undie stared into her eyes. "Forgive me?" he said.

She looked away and whispered "Maybe I will, I'm..." but he cut her off by putting a finger under her chin and tilting her head up. Next thing she knew he leaned down to her and she felt the tip of his tongue brush across her lips. She caught her breath and laid there still as he drew back and repeated "Forgive me?". She nodded her head, still staring at him. He smiled that sexy, almost evil smile again and told her "You can breathe now." She blushed and then smiled at him. "You do things to me that just make me lose it, you know that?" He nodded, and he pulled her tighter against him.

She reached up and played with his beard. "What's with these pointy things anyway? Are you trying to look scary or something?" Before she could get an answer, he kissed her again, very deep and long. She went weak again and felt his knee part her legs, and then his body easing onto her to lay between her thighs. He broke the kiss and looked down at her again. She could see the desire in his eyes, and she began to tremble very slightly. She was wanting him also, wanting him so deeply it was almost a physical pain. She left her previous paralysis behind and put both arms around his neck, pulling him down to her and kissing him passionately. Her back arched almost instincitively and this brought a deep growl from him. He propped up on one arm and began to unbutton his shirt. When he was done with his, he unbuttoned hers too with a proficiency that was almost amazing to Sheila. He had her blouse open and her bra up almost magically. This thought made her grin slightly and he asked her, "What's funny?", she replied, "You're a magician." His hand cupped her breast and he said "I'll make you feel magic." Having said that, he proved it by running his tongue around her nipple and taking it into his mouth.

Sheila was now moaning his name and rubbing her body against him, unable to help herself. He moved to her other nipple, catching it lightly between his teeth before sliding his tongue against it. His hand once again cupped her other breast and he used his tongue on one and his thumb on the other, moving both in slow, lazy circles that were driving her damn near out of her mind! Her hands were tangled in his long hair and she pulled it without realizing what she was doing. He continued brushing his thumb against her nipple, while he ran his tongue along her hot skin from her breast, across her collar bone to her neck, where he lavished kisses and licks and an occasional light nip.

Sheila was in a state of ecstasy beneath the man she so loved. There was one part of him she wanted, no NEEDED, to explore. She ran her hand down Taker's body to the bulge in his pants. She rubbed him there and was pleased to hear him gasp and then that deep growl again. He sounded almost like an animal. She went to unbutton his jeans, and half expected him to stop her, but this time he actually helped her, and soon she had her hand down into the heat of his jeans. She paused, wondering if she should really go that far when she heard him say, in a whisper that was barely kept low, "Touch me...I need you to touch me!". Her hand traveled down and found the part of him that she had so far only felt as a large, rock-hard bulge in his pants. The part of him that had simultaneously evoked feelings of extreme lust and fear in her. She marveled at the size of him, and timidly ran her hand along his shaft.

He pulled away from her quickly, getting up on his knees and removing his shirt. He unbuttoned her jeans and began to slide them down her hips, she laid there and let him, powerless to do anything else. He then got off the bed and stripped all the way nude. The time it took him to do this gave Sheila's head a chance to clear slightly. She had the thought "We're about to become lovers..." she felt uncertain, so many questions ran through her mind. Could she take his size? Would it hurt? If it did hurt and she told him, would he stop?

Her thoughts were interrupted as he pulled back on the covers. She snuggled down under them and he got in bed with her. She was aware of everything now. The squeak of the bed as his weight settled into it, the feeling of being enveloped as he once again eased on top of her, the heat of their naked skin coming together. Undie was kissing her again, this time his body rubbing against her in a slow, measured rhythm. Sheila's body responded to it with her own throbbing and all questions left her mind, she just wanted him to do it, to have her now. She turned her head to the side and whispered in his ear "Now..oh..please, now!".

Taker moved up on her and she felt the tip of his manhood press against her. He stopped and told her "This time it means forever to me. I want you to realize that, if you have any more doubts about me, or if you don't honestly love me, tell me now. Once we make love, Sheila, you're mine and I'm yours. Is this what you want?"

Sheila woke up the next morning by herself. The events of the night before were almost dreamlike in quality. Had Undie really been in here? Had they really made love? She shifted to the side of the bed and felt an odd ache that seemed to permeate her entire pelvic area. "Oh! Good lord...what is this?" Her hand went to her abdomen. It wasn't a terrible pain, just a slight stiffness and soreness. Her leg muscles felt sore too, as if she had worked out extra hard, or ran a lot. The thought jumped in her head "Undie left his mark on you!" she smiled. He was, after all, a big 'ole man; he couldn't help it if having sex with him was a little physically challenging. This made her giggle slightly.

She got up and realized her back was a bit tender too. "Damn! Did we have sex or do yoga? Or maybe sex DURING yoga." she wondered aloud to the empty room. She dressed and made her way slowly downstairs. The house was quiet. Where were they? It was eleven o'clock or so! She poured herself a glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table. She saw a note on the refrigerator door that said: "Went to the store. Be back soon." she sighed, thinking, "It takes two of them to go to the store. Geez." She finished her milk and put the glass in the sink, that's when she heard the bike come up the driveway.

Uncle Paul definitely wasn't going to be on that motorcycle with Undie, so she figured it was just him. She went outside and there was her sweet, gorgeous lover; his beautiful hair in a messy, wild braid, ever-present sunglasses, and black leather chaps over his black jeans. He looked like biker-boy extraordinaire.

Sheila gave him a sly smile, "Actually it looks like some windy freedom. Your hair needs to get brushed! Come inside, so I can do that." She turned and walked up the stairs and into the house slowly. He followed behind her without a word. They reached the stairs and Sheila said "Let me get my brush." She climbed the stairs, and when she came back down with the brush, she was surprised to see him still standing at the bottom of the stairs.

They stood there looking at each other. Both their minds went back to the night before. Sheila's to the moment she felt him begin to move inside her, Taker's to the moment he had released into her. Was he too rough? He had seen the tears in her eyes when he withdrew. He knew they weren't tears of joy. "Please. Undertaker. Don't get that guilty look going, OK? Just never mind and come in here so I can brush your hair." she turned to go in the living room but he didn't follow. She went back to him and hugged him, trying to will her love into him if nothing else. She looked up at him and said "I love you."

"I love you too, Sheila. I don't want to hurt you." He followed her into the living room and sat on the floor in front of her while she unwound his braid, and brushed out the tangles. She was so careful, unlike his usual rip-through, and worked her way through every little snarl, not wanting to break one hair on his head.

When she had him straightened away, he went to put it in a ponytail and she stopped him, "Keep it loose. It's so sexy like that!" he kept it down and he and Sheila cuddled on the couch together. It wasn't long before they were kissing each other, and Sheila talked silly love-talk at Taker, who accepted it with no problem.

"You're my sweety!" she said, nuzzling her cheek against his. He made an almost purring sound, and she thought this was just incredibly cute. She wondered if he knew he made cat noises when he felt affectionate. She looked into his eyes, they were so green in the afternoon light of the living room. "Cat-baby." she told him, even though he had no clue what she was talking about. He narrowed his eyes and kissed her lips. She smiled and said "My Undertaker." He drew back very slightly. She placed her hands on either side of his face and whispered "My evil Undertaker." She saw a very strange flash go off in Taker's eyes, and she felt his hand creep up her arm, over her shoulder, and his long fingers caress her neck before encircling it very lightly.

"Are you my evil Lord of Darkness?" she said, not feeling at all nervous where his hand was. She trusted him completely. She felt his fingers twitch, then was surprised when he got up quickly and stood staring at her with wide eyes. "Don't call me that." he said in a voice that somehow seemed...afraid? Was he afraid?

Sheila stammered, "I'm sorry! You didn't like that did you? Wasn't very nice of me I guess. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just being goofy. Forgive me, Undie?" He nodded and sat down in a chair next to the couch. She didn't understand the weird way he was acting. "Are you mad at me?" she asked in a small voice.

Sheila sat back on the couch. Hadn't Uncle Paul told her that same thing before? She seemed to remember him saying Undie wasn't like everyone else, or something like that. She wanted to talk about it more, but he obviously did not. She decided to just drop it and extend the same courtesy to him that he had shown her when he hadn't forced the subject of her 'limp'.

They continued to simply watch TV until Paul came home from the store. Taker went outside to see if he needed help, and Sheila sat there thinking. It would be over all too soon. She was a little nervous about him taking her home. Not that she was embarrassed to be seen with him or ashamed of anything, but she was afraid it would raise questions. She knew she'd have to answer questions someday soon, it was a thing she'd rather put off as she hadn't made up her mind what the hell to say!

The rest of the day went normally enough. She stole kisses from her man every time she got him alone for a second or two. She hoped she wasn't getting on his nerves, but she couldn't get enough of touching him and being close to him. Most of the time, she could hardly keep from grabbing him and dragging him off somewhere for Round Two.

She still didn't attempt any open displays of affection in front of her Uncle. He knew how they felt about each other, but still....she didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. He HAD been good to her so far in being open to this. He'd always been this way for her. She wasn't going to get selfish on him now.

Paul then took Undertaker's hand and he helped her get on the bike behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, holding tight to her love, ready to ride what she already thought of as the Dragon-Cycle home. She could smell the leather he wore mixing with his cologne. She had the fleeting thought that she was going to ask him what kind it was before she left him this time, so she could go out and buy some. She wanted to sprinkle some of it on her pillow at night so she could go to sleep smelling him. On the heels of that, came the thought you're being childish! She dismissed the thought almost as soon as it came. Their relationship was pretty odd. It wasn't like she could just see him whenever. Anything that brought him 'closer' wasn't silly.

Undertaker was relishing every second of being with her. The last time they were apart, he became so lonely he broke down and called her on the phone just to hear her voice. He actually was hoping against hope that she was alone. He had a lot of things he wanted to say, most of them would have probably just drove her nuts and teased the hell out of her. He gave a slight grin and decided maybe getting her hot over the phone wasn't that bad an idea. Had to fill in those 'in-between' times, after all. He felt her squeeze him again, and thought I think I'll keep you as inspired as possible, little one.

Sheila looked in his eyes and saw an odd far away look there. It wasn't the weird look, what she had unconsciously named the 'Lord of Darkness' look, but something else. With that said, he slipped off the bike and began to rummage around in one of the saddle bags. Sheila thought she'd probably never understand where his mind went.

He tinkered with the motorcycle and Sheila watched him for awhile, admiring his body, and his hair and just HIM. She decided, after a few minutes, to get up and take a walk around. Staring at him was making her want to do things that really shouldn't be done on the side of the road. She walked a short distance from the bike when a pick-up truck pulled over. This was the first vehicle they had seen since breaking down, this part of the country was pretty desolate.

The passenger backed up and got in the truck. The driver said something to him and he held his hands up, "Hey man! See? No harm done, no big deal! We'll find our way back." The truck pulled back onto the road and as they went past, the passenger grinned insincerely at Taker and said, "You're a big mother-fucker, ain't ya?" he was obviously drunk.

She stayed right by him and didn't walk off again. He soon finished what he was doing and the bike started up. Sheila was very relieved. She had been on pins and needles ever since those weirdos left. She kept expecting them to return at any minute. She'd never had anything like that happen to her before and it really shook her up.

She stared at him wordlessly as he started his bike and pulled out of the driveway. She listened to the roar as it went down the street. She had to force herself to turn away and walk back to the house when she really wanted to watch him until he was out of sight. When she got in the house she expected a ton of questions from her mother. She grabbed her bag and hurried upstairs before Pam could catch her. She wanted to just think about him, undisturbed for awhile. When she was in her room the first thing she did was pull out the note Undie had given her and look at it. She could smell him on it. She put it to her lips and kissed it, already missing him terribly and loving him completely.

It was hectic backstage for the show. It was always that way, but this time it seemed more annoying than usual to Taker. This time was the 'Black Wedding' scenario, and he didn't care much for the whole idea. He seemed the only one to really care about it one way or the other, everyone else was milling around like normal, getting ready to do what they had to do and have it all over with. He noticed Stephanie talking to Shane across the room. She was wearing the black dress she would later wear for the scene. He decided to see how she was doing with all this. As he walked up, he heard her telling Shane, "...and the sooner I get out of this dress the BETTER! Something is back here pinching me!" she fiddled around at the back of her collar, "Look for a tag, Shane, please? It's driving me nuts."

"No! It's going to make me insane! This is the itchiest dress I've EVER worn!" At that point, Shane made a retreat to talk to someone else, leaving Stephanie with her itchy tag still intact and she glared after him with consternation. She then took the opportunity to lean close to Taker and whisper "I know it's none of my business but I'm curious...how are you and Sheila?"

At this, Stephanie had an idea. She knew she probably shouldn't get involved, that her dad would end up getting pissed, Paul might too, but she was, after all, a romantic at heart. She didn't like to see anyone being so unhappy. Besides, she had liked Paul's niece. Sheila seemed a lot more mature than her 17 years. Steph wanted to help. Before she could convey this to Undertaker, it was time to do their little 'scene'. They all got together ready to start. Stephanie wondered briefly if Sheila was watching, now. How depressing it must be to be separated from someone you love like this. Not just through distance, but age and all those factors along with it.

After the segment was over, Stephanie went to change clothes, hurrying so she could catch Taker. She found him still wearing his Lord of Darkness robe. She was amused to see he had the hood up and everything. He gave the impression of someone wanting to hide. Paul was nearby socializing, but he wasn't close enough to hear her and Taker's conversation.

Sheila sat at her desk in her room working on a project for one of her classes. She was trying very hard to concentrate on her work, but she kept thinking of him. The telephone rang, but her mother got to it before she could. She was hoping it was Taker, but she doubted it. She could thank her mom for that. She was gearing up to try and call him, but it was hard! It seemed her mother was always nearby whenever she got on the phone these days, even up here in her room! It was damned annoying, and she felt the need to hear him and talk to him. She knew this could not go on forever. In fact, it couldn't go on like this much longer. She was trying to think of a way to ease things to the next level, but her mom was going to be hard.

"So, say YES! It'll be great, you'll have a good time, so will I, and I know Taker will be very happy to see you...BUT, we'll keep it a secret from him, OK? It's no problem to get him to come to the house, but I don't want him to know what's going on. I know so far you two have only had 'alone time' at your Uncle's house, and you still have to be careful. Here, we can go out and around and stuff. People are used to seeing wrestlers in public, and no one gets weird. If you can wait that long to see him, it'll be perfect!"

The girls continued to talk and make plans, this was the first time Sheila felt relief about the situation. So, it was a little like sneaking, that was just the way things had to be for now. She still was amazed that Stephanie wanted to help her and Taker out, after all they had just met recently. It struck her that he must be noticably sad, and that hurt her heart, but she was hoping maybe this little trip would also provide some answers as far as how to handle her parents, and it did give her a little more time to think things out. Who knew? Maybe everything would work out very smoothly.

As things turned out, her parents were a little harder to convince than usual, most specifically, her mother. Pam was having a very strange feeling about some girl she had never heard of until now calling and inviting her daughter all the way to Connecticut for a week. "Sheila, I don't know this Stephanie girl, or her parents, or anything at all about them. How old is this girl anyway?"

"She offered to fly you there too? This is pretty unusual, do you girls have some kind of plans or something?" Pam was suspicious, she also wanted to ask if it had anything to do with that...MAN Sheila seemed so interested in. That damn Undertaker. What kind of man goes around answering to a name like that anyway?

Uncle Paul came through for her once again. He gave Stephanie a very good 'reference' and Pam almost grudgingly granted her approval of the whole thing. Sheila hoped her Uncle wouldn't mention any of it to Taker, but there wasn't really a reason he would. She figured everything was as set as it was going to get.

When Sheila arrived at Stephanie's house, she couldn't believe how big it was. Even bigger than Uncle Paul's old farmhouse! From what she saw of the city in their drive from the airport, she already knew she was in a different world from her own hometown. Everything seemed so rich. "My Dad came through, Taker should be here later on today. From what dad said, he's really curious as to what's going on. Dad isn't even here now, anyway, so it'll be just us for a while! Oh man! I forgot to call Shane and ask him to switch cars with me, I don't think your beloved is going to fit in this little car!" she giggled.

Stephanie cut her off with a wave of her hand, "Don't worry about it. You two deserve this time, and I really wanted to. I'll enjoy seeing you together! Let's go up to my room and get ready for your big Knight to come sweep you off your feet...I can't WAIT to see the look on his face too!"

Stephanie's room looked out on the driveway, and when the time for Taker to arrive drew near, the girls sat on the windowseat, waiting for him to show up. Their wait was soon rewarded as a black car pulled into the driveway. Sheila sat still, practically wringing her hands in anticipation. The car parked, and the door opened. Sheila could not supress a radiant smile at the sight of Undertaker stepping into the bright afternoon sunlight. He wore dark sunglasses and black clothing, his hair in a ponytail, and a bandana on his head. The eternal biker. Sheila sighed, taking in the firey glints the sun brought out in his hair. She knew she'd never ever tire of looking at those.

Stephanie was also feeling excited, she knew this was going to blow him away! She hollered out the open window, "EEK! The Lord of Darkness! Someone save me!" He looked up, surprised, then stopped, hands on his hips. Steph continued, "I've decided to offer a new soul to the Ministry, kind of an exchange. How would you like to meet your true Soulmate, Undertaker?" Stephanie whispered to Sheila, "He is SO clueless! Look at his face!"

Taker wasn't sure he was seeing right. Was that Sheila up there? He took his sunglasses off to get a better look, even though the light bothered him. It was her! He heard Stephanie say "The sunglasses came off! Where's my calender? I need to write this one down! Get in here, Taker, before you burst into flames or something!" then both girls were gone. He headed for the door, opened it and walked into the foyer, his eyes still dazzled from the brightness outside. He heard them coming down the stairs, and as his eyes grew accustomed to the change, he saw Sheila on the steps, now slowly coming down. She reached him and they just stood there looking at each other for a few seconds before she stepped up to him, and he enveloped her gently in his arms. They held each other without saying a word.

Stephanie broke the silence by saying in a quiet voice, "I'll tell you now, Taker, there is no meeting with my dad. Remember a month or so back when I asked you to trust me? Well, this is what I had in mind. Hope you're not upset." He glanced at her with his wide green eyes. Those eyes told her that he was most certainly not upset.

He knelt down to look Sheila in the eye. He noticed a tear sliding down her cheek, and he wiped it away with his thumb saying, "Don't cry." which, of course, made a few more tears roll down. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and told her "I've missed you so much, I wasn't sure when I'd get to see you again!" she was completely speechless, trying to keep even more tears from coming down.