[FYA] “D’HARA RIDES AGAIN! [ DANE/SAHARA]

By: Dane Preston

Date: 24th Sep 2021

The Office of Dr. Irina Firstein

This is my fourth or fifth therapy session since the Toxic Tag tournament had me paired with Joe Montuori. I’d like to say that we were seeing progress, but truth be told, my mental status has been on a steady decline. I’m having extreme difficulty coming to terms with that, considering that everything I said would happen to Joe has come to fruition exactly as I said it would.

Allison came home to me. Joe lost the Manhattan Championship. Joe lost the Islands Tag Championships for us, though that one Allie and I had a hand in bringing about. Day by day Joe Montuori’s world has begun to crumble around him. Scorched earth. Even poor Mia got caught up in this shit, and as much as I cannot stand Joe, I will never involve innocent folks and non-workers. So why do I still feel this way?

I was laying on a very comfy couch, quieting my mind at Dr. Firstein’s advice. I was focusing on my breathing, trying to empty my mind, when the good doctor snapped her fingers and my eyes snapped open. After a few more blinks I draw in a deep breath and kick myself into an upright, seated position.

DR. FIRSTEIN
That was very good, you’re learning the importance of breath control to calm your anxious mind. Now, the last time we spoke, you were expressing feelings of resentment toward your peers. I’d like to touch on that for a moment. Could you go into greater detail about these feelings?

DANE
I’ve made something of a bad impression upon my peers. With everything that’s happened since Joe Montuori began to sabotage my marriage, I’ve been taking my frustrations out on my fellow Fighters. It’s not their fault what’s been happening, doc, and I know this. But they’ve supported Joe, cheered him on, and treated him like he was this knight in shining armor coming to rescue the damsel from her evil husband. All the while, I’ve been trying to prove my love to my wife and to keep my family together. Still they see me as the villain in this story, and it breaks my fucking heart.

DR. FIRSTEIN
I can see how that must hurt, the way they view you —

DANE
It’s not simply the way they view me, it’s how they were led to view me in such a way. Joe has been manipulating and gaslighting this whole company, shaping and forming their opinions of me. And my negativity and treatment of them for being marks for Joe’s act certainly doesn’t help matters.

DR. FIRSTEIN
You sound remorseful. It’s good that you hold yourself accountable for your actions. So, let’s talk about Sahara.

And there she goes, straight for the jugular. This is why I keep coming back to the good doctor, she doesn’t play games and goes straight for the kill.

DANE
Lauren. Well that’s an extremely complicated situation. The first time I met her, I was in absolute awe. She looked like a cross between my wife and our mentor VooDoo. Athletic, yet feminine, but still absolutely dominant inside the ring. Murphy and I had some solid matches with her and her friends back in EWA. I’d like to think that we earned one another’s respect, and that is what led us to this point. This week she and I are going up against a couple of bona fide legends, Apathy and Brandon Moore. But I’ll need at least a dozen sessions to even scratch the tip of the iceberg that is the history between me and Moore.

DR. FIRSTEIN
Don’t skirt the question, Dane. I’m referring to the night you spent with her.

DANE
I assumed as much. There’s a lot to unpack there. I was angry. No, being angry doesn’t even begin to explain the atomic bomb that was my mind that night. I swore up and down that I hadn’t been intimate with Lauren up to that night, just like I swore that Allison would never leave me for Joe Montuori. Well, when she walked off that stage with Joe in hot pursuit, a switch in my brain flipped. And it all made sense. On the ride back to the hotel, I saw Lauren in a much different light. A friend, surely, but her raw sex appeal was undeniably overwhelming in that very moment. And, uh, and I acted on those thoughts.

DR. FIRSTEIN
While you are good about acknowledging your actions, do you feel any remorse or regret for sleeping with Lauren?

DANE
No, not in the slightest.

DR. FIRSTEIN
Really? Even breaking trust and violating the sanctity of your marriage?

DANE
Those are the only things I wish I could change, fix, take back, whatever. Neither Allison or I had any intention of doing the things we did. We didn’t mean to hurt one another, and we were all manipulated by Joe Montuori. But what happened with me and Lauren was for a reason, who knows where we would be if it were someone else? We might not be together for all I know.

DR. FIRSTEIN
And how is your wife coping with all of this? It must be very difficult for her, working with you and the woman you slept with.

DANE
Just like I work with her and the man she slept with. Is there a point?

DR. FIRSTEIN
This is an extremely complicated situation, I have heard a great many things in my career, but this one just leaves me with more questions.

DANE
My wife came home to me. Before we had to vacate the Islands’ Suite, Allison asked me to share a bed with her again. For the first time in months, we actually held each other and slept so peacefully. It’s funny, we go to bed and it’s still somewhat awkward.

We fall asleep on our own sides of the bed, careful not to touch each other for fear of being snubbed, and when we wake up we’re cuddled up like we always were before. I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed having her in my arms or how much I feared I never would again.

Lauren has been staying with us since she and Allison came back from the island. We’re looking out for her safety and well being, but I have a feeling there is a much deeper reason for it…

DR. FIRSTEIN
Wait, Lauren is staying with you both?

DANE
Like you said doc, it’s an extremely complicated situation.

DR. FIRSTEIN
Let’s switch gears here, have you had any recent episodes where FXR has taken control?

DANE
No, actually. And the timing of this question is ironic, because in just a few days I’m stepping into the ring with the guy who was responsible for FXR even existing in the first place.

DR. FIRSTEIN
I understand the two of you have quite the history, if I understood correctly, you mentioned earlier that you are booked with Sahara to face Brandon Moore, and Apathy, was it?

DANE
That’s right. I don’t have much personal history with Apathy, but she is a legend in the business. Can’t go anywhere without her name being mentioned in conversation. And as is usually the case, you’ve got haters and supporters. But you can usually tell which ones are genuine, and which ones are full of shit. In any case, I welcome the challenge.

DR. FIRSTEIN
And you’re comfortable competing with women? Possibly hurting them?

DANE
Doc, this is what we all signed up for. And to be perfectly honest with you, it would be a slap in the face to my wife, my mother in law, my mentor VooDoo, and a number of other women in our business if I had a problem stepping into the ring with them. I mean, being in the ring with Allison is how our relationship began. I would be dishonoring our life together. But I will say this, Apathy is one tough broad. She’s got a helluva reputation for bringing the pain. So don’t worry doc, she’ll take a licking and dish one right back out.

DR. FIRSTEIN
I suppose so. Now, back to FXR. No recent episodes, no recent triggers, nothing out of the ordinary that might lead to an episode?

DANE
Thankfully, no. I’d like to put that part of me behind me and move on. I’ve got some pretty tall orders coming my way, I just know it.

DR. FIRSTEIN
Okay, well that’s our time for this session. I’ll see you next Wednesday, same time?

DANE
I’ll be here, thanks for everything, doc.

We said our goodbyes and I made my way to the lobby, where my security detail was waiting for me. I nod and head to the elevator with them in tow. Dr. Firstein’s office is on the opposite end of Central Park from our apartment and it was a beautiful day, so I convinced my shadows to walk back to the apartment. Along the way, little by little, we get people coming up and asking if I’d stop and take some photos. This went on the whole way back home.

I used to get really freaked out when interacting with the fans. It was such a ridiculously foreign concept to me. I was an ex-con and I had women throwing themselves at me, young kids telling me that I was their hero. I was just a kid from San Francisco trying to make my way through the world, same as anybody else. But nowadays, I have come to realize that those few moments spent with fans can completely make their day. Sure, helping get more eyes on FIGHT!’s product didn’t hurt. But for me, it was all about putting smiles on people’s faces.

Come to think of it, I’ve had some fun with fans at meet and greets in the past, they ask me to put them in headlocks and even press little kids into the air. So long as the organizers are cool with it, I’ll do it. Shit. One time I had some chick sneak up and try to steal my duffel bag right off my shoulder as I was leaving an arena. Cops detained her and all that jazz.

I asked the officers not to press charges and instead spoke to her personally, she couldn’t make eye contact and barely said a word. When I asked what it was she wanted from my bag, she whispered that she loved the tights I wore at the show. So I gave them to her. She’d already been through a weird enough experience, we both had really, it was a cool spin on the whole ordeal. I refused to let that girl go home embarrassed or ashamed, so I made sure she got home safely and took a couple of photos with her and her mom.

So it really chaps my ass when I see celebrities from all kinds of media whining and crying about fans and paparazzi never giving them a private moment with their friends and family when they’re out on the town. My deal is this, so long as I’m not relieving myself, showering, or enjoying time with my wife and kids, at a restaurant for example, come say hi. Ask for a photo or an autograph. That’s the cost of being in the public eye.

As we finally reached the building, my shadows made their way over to a matte black Tahoe with FIGHT! NYC logos in gloss black on the doors. On the walk back I told them I’d have a nice dinner delivered to them from Gallaghers Steakhouse. Their eyes lit up the second I mentioned the restaurant, it was obvious to me that before FIGHT! these guys weren’t treated very well at their last post.

The Shoot

Why does it seem like the fates are toying with us Brandon? We were on a collision course back in that mudshow we came from, until JMont decided to abuse his power and throw the universe and my marriage out of whack. It’s not the confrontation that you and I have been looking forward to, but it will come in due time. I gotta settle the score with Joe Montuori before you and I go to war. This week though, Sahara and I have quite the tall order ahead of us stepping into the ring with you and Apathy. But you know what they say about tall orders…

THE TALLER THEY ARE
…the greater the satisfaction when you chop them down…

”Okay, so no one really says shit like that, but it doesn’t make it any less true. That said, I still have a bone to pick with you about the way you unceremoniously beat the Old Man half to death. Now, I don’t know what kind of weird fucking bargain the two of you struck before, during or after that bloodbath, but I know it can’t be good. What the fuck were you thinking man? Were you really that bent out of shape that he denied you the chance to fight him before he retired? Think back to the fight at the Jersey Compound. Did you think it would go any differently than that? The dude’s pushing 60 and his body is breaking down because of the cancer. Like he told you, self preservation was his reason for not giving you what you wanted in the first place.”

”But you still got your way didn’t you? I know he’s recovered since that brawl, but I truly hope that it was worth it. Even I wouldn’t stoop so low as to hit him when he’s that far gone. Then again, you like to hit people when they’re down, don’t you? I mean, you gave me a fucking concussion and had me on the shelf for months. Don’t think for one second that you don’t have a stiff fucking receipt coming your way for that one. I don’t know what it is that you have against me, did you want to shack up with Allison back in the day? Are you really bitter that the Old Man kept training me after he booted you out? I mean, dude, if the shoe was on the other foot, you know good and godsdamned well that you wouldn’t have quit on him if he kicked me to the curb instead of you.”

”So what exactly is your fuckin problem dude? We were like brothers. Two peas in a pod. Ride or dies. But after you washed out, something inside you changed. You were jaded, bitter, spiteful, hell hateful even. Look at you dude, you’re a multi time World Champion, you’re married to a legend, and you two just brought a beautiful baby boy into the world. You have no reason to be so hung up on trivial shit like a beef that’s a fuckin’ decade old. You are going to be a Hall of Famer one day, of that there can be no doubt. All I get from you is that you want to prove that you’re better than me, that I don’t belong here. All I want to do is prove to the world that I am your equal and that I do belong here. I haven’t dedicated as much time, on a consistent basis, as you have to the business. I was focused on growing my shop and starting a family, so the focus on this business dwindled for a while. But since I’ve been back, I’ve been chomping at the bit to prove to the world that I am not some flash in the pan. I’m not just some dude that Damon Riggs trained and married the Old Man’s daughter.”

”I know too much about you Brandon, and we have too much history and too many grievances to air out, it seems a waste to spend that much time and energy on a measly old tag match, don’tcha think? Besides, I’ve got to give your partner some attention as well. I have been hearing about you for years, Apathy. Your name came up in so many conversations with Johnny Stylez, he had a boner for a dream match, you and VooDoo. I’m not gonna lie, I’d pay good money to see that. But that’s another subject for another time. I know good and godsdamned well that you are the mastermind behind The Cure, but how in the Hell you can keep Brandon toeing the line is beyond my comprehension. There’s no denying that you are a force to be reckoned with, that fact has been made clear many times over the years. And I know that The Cure is looking to establish their dominance here, between you, Sarah and Brandon, I’d say you’ve got a solid crew on the three of you alone. Just remember, everyone makes an impact when they have a WOLF at their side. Ask me how I know…”

I WAS RAISED BY WOLVES AND LIONS
…and I’ve got one of each riding with me…

”I’ve got nothing but love for Sarah, she’s been my manager, friend and confidante over the years. I know she suffered something fierce during that whole episode with Xavier’s ‘father’. Don’t abuse having her at your side, I promise that it will not end well for you if you do. Whether by her own hand, or the hands of those who still care very much about her and her well being. And a word of caution, when dealing with Brandon, it’s always good to keep eyes on him at all times. He’s a bit of a loose cannon, likes to go off on his own and scorched earth is left in his wake for all of us to deal with. He’s also a bit of an opportunist; if he sees you as a weak leader, he will take your head and your place. That’s just the cold, harsh reality of associating with Brandon.”

”This match of ours, I already know it’s going to lead into much bigger things for all of us. I already see the battle lines are being drawn, alliances being forged. We’re traversing into gangland style warfare and if we think things are bad now with all the lockdowns, I don’t foresee things getting any better anytime soon. Now, I don’t know you all that well personally, but I know you are a woman of action, so I expect a fucking fight on my hands. Please don’t disappoint me. You won’t like me when I’m disappointed. So do us all a favor, bring all you got because I won’t be bringing anything less than my very best. I know damn well that Brandon isn’t going to miss an opportunity to throw hands with me, so you’ve at least got that going for ya.”

”Getting back to you Brandon, I want you to remember that we swore one day we’d be at the top of the food chain. Well, here we are motherfucker. The only difference is you’re running around taking orders, and I’m rolling with people I know and trust. My how the mighty leader of FoCuS has fallen. But it’s okay, I know you’ll bounce back with a vengeance, you always do. And once that day comes you’ll be chomping at the bit to get back into the ring with me, this time with no one standing between us. For now, take solace in the fact that you’re going to get a piece of me, I just can’t promise that you’re going to like it. Rest assured that this fight is going to be far harder than that backyard beatdown you put Damon through. Because you’re not about to physically dominate me that way, and I damn sure am not letting you dominate Sahara like that either. These last two weeks have cost me more than enough Blood Money, especially after Allison and I gave to charity last week, serving JMont’s bitch ass up to the New Status Quo or whatever the fuck they call themselves. This week Sahara and I loaded for bear, ready for war. I never thought I would see the day that…”

DHARA RIDES AGAIN
…stranger things have happened before…

”This week you’re both going to get a taste of what FYA is bringing to the table. Back in that old mudshow we came from, I was bouncing on and off the injured reserve list, and fell victim to the old numbers game one too many times. But not this time. One of the first things I did when I sighed with FIGHT!, was put a call into Kal. Reforming FYA was his genius idea, and we set to work to build our crew. Now, I understand this is simply a tag match. But given how high tensions are after what Sahara did to Mia, JMont’s out for blood and where there is one, there will be many. And you and I both know good and godsdamned well that there is no way this match is ending cleanly. We’ll be lucky not to get disqualified, you and me. See you soon, B. You too Apathy. May the best crew win, and trust me when I say that we will.”

Ricky comes to dinner

When I got back to the apartment, I found Sahara sprawled out on the couch, talking on the phone. She sounded bubbly and flirty, and for some odd reason that irritated me. I called into Gallaghers Steakhouse and ordered dinner for all six of our security guards, before ordering food for the three of us. Sahara overheard the order and said she’d call the person on the phone back later.

SAHARA
”Did I just hear you order prime rib for the three of us?”

DANE
Yes, you did. So I hope you’re as hungry as I am. I know Allison is probably starving, she just got back from the gym.”

SAHARA
”Well, I’ll have to eat it later, I’m goin’ to the Rabbit to hang out with Ricky and Michelle and everyone.”

DANE
I’d advise against that. Joe has been spending time there again, giving Mia time to rest and letting him blow off some steam. You really shouldn’t go.”

Sahara looked disappointed, and lord knows Allison and I were tired of all of us being cooped up in the apartment, only going out for small errands, workouts and FIGHT promotional appearances. So I had an idea that I wasn’t sure was a good one, but I needed to make nice with some folks.

DANE
Was that Ricky you were just on the phone with?”

SAHARA
”That’s none of your business…”

DANE
I’ll take that as a yes.”

SAHARA
”Why? Are you jealous? You’re totally jealous aren’t you?”

DANE
I take in a deep breath. ”No Lauren, I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to invite him over for dinner.”

Sahara’s jaw practically hit the floor, I can’t say I’m surprised. Ricky and I don’t exactly have the greatest working relationship at the moment. He showed genuine concern when Allison and Sahara had been secreted away by Damon. But it was his disdain for the Old Man that chapped my ass. Be that as it may, he and Sahara seemed sweet on each other, so I thought it would be good for Sahara to have a guest of her own, since this is home for her for a while.

SAHARA
”Really? Seriously?”

DANE
You like the dude, why not have him over?”

The way she squealed with excitement and lit up, seeing joy and excitement in her eyes, that was enough to tell me that this was the right call. Allison walked down the stairs from

So, she called Ricky and extended the invitation which he graciously accepted. And then came the panic of what to wear, so Sahara yanked Allison into her bedroom so the two could find something for her to wear.

The food was going to be brought up in about an hour, the maitre d informed me that he would be sending one of his expert carvers along to serve us our dinner. I had just poured a beer for myself when the elevator chimed, and I turned in time to see Sahara practically slide across the marble floor to greet her guest.

SAHARA
”Ricky! You made it!”

RICKY
I’d be a fool to pass up spending time with you and feasting on something delicious…”

SAHARA
”Play your cards right and you might be feastin’ on something else for dessert.”

I walked in the room and wished that I hadn’t heard what I did. I need to be cool to this guy, because in all honesty, he’s not a bad dude. We had a pretty ugly disagreement. It’s not the end of the world, right?

DANE
Don’t start in with that shit right now, you’re gonna make me lose my appetite!”

RICKY
Sounds just like Michelle whenever Sahara would talk about you, hah.”

DANE
Low hanging fruit, right outta the gates? Brave man, very brave.”

ARP
”Let’s not talk about her right now. Let’s talk about you and Sahara…”

SAHARA
”Shut up, I don’t need you embarrassin me!” She whispered after playfully elbowing Allison in the ribs. Sahara didn’t usually get all giddy like this, and it was somewhat irritating me.

RICKY
I really didn’t mean any disrespect by that, just thought it was a little funny.” He laughed slightly before rubbing the back of his head. ”But yeah, I mean I’m down to talk. Business is business and personal is personal.

DANE
No harm done man. Beer, wine or something harder?”

RICKY
Beer would be great. Trying to keep my head about me tonight.”

SAHARA
”I got it, you go sit or somethin’, and play nice…”

We’re in a $5M apartment, I’m not about to throw down here. Plus, it’s actually nice to have more testosterone in here for a change.

ARP
”Should we go sit out on the terrace? It’s a gorgeous evening, and we have a fire table to warm us up if it gets too chilly?”

DANE
That sounds good to me. Why don’t you all head out. I assume you and Sahara will be drinking wine? Red or white?”

ARP
”Ooooh, I have a nice Cabernet I snuck off the island. That would go perfect with the prime rib later. Rosé for now though.”

SAHARA
”Rosé sounds yummy right now.”

As they all headed out to the terrace, I grabbed the bottle and a pair of wine glasses. Sahara set a beer down on the fire table for Ricky while I uncorked the wine and poured generous glasses for both Allison and Sahara. I ran back inside to grab my beer, and when I sat down we cheered with our glasses.

DANE
Here’s to a peaceful evening, good food and hopefully good company.”

Considering our line of work and how tense things had been with Ricky and me, we all got a little chuckle from that one.

ARP
”Ricky, don’t get upset, but I do have to say something…”

SAHARA
”Allie…”

ARP
”I understand that you didn’t approve of what my father did to me and Lauren, and I appreciate that. But could you cut my father some slack? You have to remember that Lauren and I were the ones who were flown to Paradise Hell and we’ve both forgiven him and moved on…”

SAHARA
”Speak for yourself, I still wanna kick him in his wrinkly, old balls…”

Ricky and I both nearly choked on our beer, and without missing a beat, Allison clapped back.

ARP
”How would you know how old and wrinkly my dad’s balls are?”

DANE
Princess, I’m not sure that has the impact here that you think it does…”

SAHARA
”Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch Princess, the only ‘daddy’ of yours I slept with is sitting right there next to you.”

With his eyebrows raised, Ricky sipped his beer and looked away for a moment. I almost shot beer out of my nose when she said that. And then Allison doesn’t even miss a beat.

ARP
”The jokes on you tonight, I’m not wearing any.”

DANE
TMI, love…”

SAHARA
”Sounds like someone else is hoping to get lucky tonight.”

Poor Ricky is sitting there watching the banter going on between the two girls and I think he was unsure of what to do or say.

DANE
Ricky, you’re too quiet over there. Why don’t you tell us how you broke into the business?”

RICKY
Nah, I’m just enjoying this. It’s…nice…to be out and not worrying about things breaking down into a screaming match. But yeah, I mean, my dad was always a huge fan of all of it. Used to take me to shows and everything when I was growing up. I’d see how much he always enjoyed cheering the ones he liked, booing the ones he didn’t and I guess it just made me wanna do it, wanna be on that side of things. A hell of a lot better than working in their store, y’know?”

DANE
Yeah, I get it. These two ladies are legacies, but I was just a dude who went to jail and came out swinging. I owe everything good in my life to Damon…”

RICKY
Sahara’s a legacy too?” Clearly ignoring me dropping Damon’s name, he turned and looked at her with eyes wide in surprise as she downs her glass of Rosé, then taps on her glass indicating she needed a refill.

SAHARA
”I’m going to need a lot more wine if we’re going to delve into my history. But yes, I come from a wrestling family too.” She looks at Allison, ”so you’re not the only Princess here, Princess,” then she sticks her tongue out at Allison. Then came the chime of the elevator and a pair of men, one in a funny hat and apron, walked in with a covered serving cart.

DANE
Ah yes, sustenance! I hope everyone’s hungry, because there’s enough food here to feed us for the next few days.” I turned my attention to the server, “our security details get their meals as well?” The server nodded and proceeded to lay out our spread.

Dinner was a success, Ricky turned out to be a decent enough guy, and pretty hilarious. He had that annoying talent of making Sahara smile, which really isn’t a bad thing at all, I’m just pretty protective of her right now. So I see danger everywhere.

Everyone was outside while I was in the kitchen cleaning up and tipping the server, thanking him for a wonderful meal, when Sahara walked in and leaned against the kitchen counter behind me. When I turned around, I caught an eyeful of her ample cleavage, her cheeks reddened from the Rosé, Cabernet and Chianti, and a smile plastered from ear to ear. But this smile was unlike any I’d seen from her before.

DANE
What’s up? You’re neglecting Ricky right now…”

SAHARA
”I wanna thank you for inviting Ricky. I know you two had issues, big of ya to include him. I know you invited him to make me happy, and I appreciate that, but I’m getting mixed signals from both of ya and I don’t know what to think.”

DANE
Mixed signals from me and Ricky?”

SAHARA
”No stupid, you and Allison. Look, must be the wine talkin, but this feels weird. Good, but weird.”

DANE
So not a bad weird. Gotcha. You might want to eat some bread and drink some water. You’re beyond three sheets to the wind right now. And we have a big match coming up.”

SAHARA
”Ah, don’t be such a square. We’re gonna whoop their asses. One way or the other. I’ll handle Michelle’s hubs, you handle Apathy and it’ll all work out fine. I’m feelin’ woozy, gonna go back outside with Allie and Ricky…oh hi Allie…”

Allison brought a few empty wine bottles into the kitchen and tossed them in the sink, since our recycling was full up. Sahara trailed her index finger seductively across Allie’s shoulders before heading outside to spend time with Ricky.

ARP
”What the hell was that all about?”

DANE
She was thanking me for inviting Ricky, then she said we’re sending her mixed signals. Like what the fuck?”

ARP
”We can’t have that now can we?” her response was dripping with jealousy.

DANE
Okay, I know that tone. What’s the deal?”

ARP
”You can’t play gracious host and stare holes through our guest every time he makes her laugh, you know that, right? And while I’m thinking about it, TMI? Really? I wore this dress, with no panties, because I wanted us to start rebuilding. And all I hear you say is TMI, love? Do you not want me…”

And there’s my drunken wife, all in her feelings, which have been exacerbated by the shock and trauma after learning of the extent of JMont’s depravity. Let’s just say I’m clearing wine and liquor bottles from the sink more than I care to admit. Seeing how emotional Allison had become, I scooped her up in my arms and brought her upstairs and into our room. Laying her down on the bed, I tried to head back down to finish cleaning up, but Allison pulled me on top of her and we shared a loving embrace.

And then she was cutting logs with a chainsaw…