Stephanie McMahon felt awful.  She'd just spent the worst month of her entire life, and it infuriated her to no end.  She felt she could go mad if it all continued.

First, Chris had decided to back off on her for awhile.  He hadn't actually broken up with her, but rather told her he needed a break from her.  She honestly didn't see any difference, as she was alone.  She and Chris had spoken only a handful of times during the past thirty days, and it bothered her.  Sometime during this period apart, Stephanie had come to the realization that she needed Chris.  She had grown to depend on him, though she certainly didn't find him addictive, like she found Adam.

And then, a few weeks ago, she had gone to her father with some ideas for the WWF.  Despite the threat Adam Copeland had issued to her last month, she'd written lots of new angles in mind concerning Amy Dumas.

She'd approached Vince with her ideas, her two favorites being, first, to put Amy in a first blood or hardcore match against the tough Jazz, and the second, to split up Lita and Edge.  However, much to Steph's chagrin, Vince had shot down every one of her ideas.  She remembered that day bitterly.

"But Daddy - don't you know that true fans of women's wrestling want to see something like that?  A match between two of the toughest and most credible female competitors?  Think about the ratings!"

"No, Steph...I'm sorry, but that's just not going to work.  At least not with Amy in the picture.  You see, honey-"

Stephanie cut him off.  "And we really should end the whole Edge and Lita thing already.  If this keeps up much longer, she'll be with him longer than she was with the Hardys."

"That's not going to happen, Steph," Vince had stated.  "We're not going to split up Edge and Lita, and at the same time, we're not going to be seeing Lita in action for awhile - not even to help Edge out in his matches..."

Stephanie started at her father impatiently.

"...because Amy is pregnant, honey."

Stephanie's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened.  She felt so shocked that she couldn't even inhale.  Oh, no...please, no...

She gaped at her father as he continued speaking, but all his remaining words were an incoherent blur.  Stephanie felt as though she had been dumped into a pool of arctic waters.  She was suddenly so numb.  Her mind in a haze, she departed from Vince's office.

Now, as she lay curled up on her hotel room bed, she wept bitterly.  For three years, she'd dreamt of having Adam's child, and now Amy was doing just that.

She dreaded even watching Adam's matches now, as she could read every glance and gaze that passed between him and Amy.  She felt sick.  What did I ever do to deserve this? she wondered.

Stephanie's anguish suddenly turned into fury.  She sat up in bed, her breathing fast, her vision clouded red.  She felt like she had no control over her life anymore.  Maybe she should do something about it.

She rose from the bed quickly, her blood throbbing in her temples.  An inhuman snarl that evolved into a furious cry escaped her lips as she flung out her arm and knocked over a vase full of flowers.  She grabbed a pillow and tossed it against the wall as hard as she could manage.

"No more!" she shouted, enraged beyond her boiling point.  She lifted one foot and proceeded to stomp on the fallen vase.  As it shattered to pieces, her mind began to work furiously as she devised a loose plan.

*

Chris tossed and turned in his hotel bed.  He was physically comfortable, but his mind wouldn't let him rest.  He couldn't stop thinking about Stephanie.

He missed her terribly.  So, she had called out another man's name during sex.  Was that really so terrible as to warrant him avoiding her for the past month?  Of course not, he told himself.  He knew it all came down to his wounded pride and male ego.

Chris didn't want to spend another moment without the woman he loved.  He rose from the bed, slipping his feet into the pair of shoes he'd kept at his bedside.  Afterward, he went out to the hallway and made his way to Steph's room.

When he got there, he knocked softly.  "Stephanie?" he called.  "It's me."

She didn't respond, so he knocked louder and said, "Steph - open up...it's Chris."  He could hear no sounds coming from within.  Maybe she wasn't even there?

"Stephanie?"

Suddenly, Chris noticed something very odd.  A hotel room card key was half-sticking out from under the door.  Silently praying, Chris picked it up and tried it.  He let out an audible exhalation as the doorknob gave way.

He was shocked at what he saw.  Stephanie was nowhere in sight, but the room had been almost completely trashed.  He gaped at the pillows and blanket lying discarded in separate heaps on the floor, the flowers scattered all over, shards of a broken vase, garbage from the waste basket strewn all over, and even an overturned chair.

Thinking that Stephanie could not possibly have been the culprit of the havoc, Chris nearly panicked.  An intruder must have burst into her room and done this.  He suddenly recalled how Adam Copeland had brutally manhandled her last month in her office, that maniacal gleam in his eye.

"Ch-Chris?"

He turned his head in the direction of the bathroom - that was where her voice had come from.  He ran to the open door and peered inside.  Though Stephanie was crying, Chris was relieved that she didn't appear to be hurt.

She was sitting on the floor in one corner, her back against the wall tiles, long legs bent in front of her, her hands clasped around her knees.  She looked like a lost, distraught little girl as she stared up at him in the semi-darkness.

"I want to die, Chris!" she cried, gazing up at him with her tearful blue eyes.

Chris stepped into the bathroom, sat on the floor next to her and held her tightly in his arms.  "I'm here for you now...I'm here..."  He hugged her against his chest as she sobbed hysterically.

*

Amy grinned at Adam with excitement as they regarded the doctor they'd looked up earlier that day.

Because they were still on the road and hadn't been given time off just yet, Amy had located an OB-GYN she'd heard was very good.  She had her own gynecologist back home, but she had to get checked out, as she hadn't done so since seeing the company doctor a month earlier.

Dr. Simpson was a warm, African-American woman in her mid-to late-forties who had her own practice in the Bay Area.  She had welcomed Amy and Adam genially and had congratulated them after telling them that her nineteen-year-old son was a big WWF fan, and especially a huge Lita fan.

Amy smiled and held tightly to Adam's hand as the doctor was giving her a sonogram.  On the tiny screen was an image of the baby, at a little over thirteen weeks.  The sound of a tiny, rapid heartbeat resounded throughout the small office.

"Oh, my God..." Adam breathed in amazement as he stared at the picture of his child and heard the heartbeat.  His face broke out into a smile that lit up his entire face.

Amy's mouth opened in a tiny O.  She couldn't believe that this unbelievable miracle was taking place inside of her.  "Wow," she breathed, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Here is the baby's head," Dr. Simpson said, pointing it out to them with her left index finger.  Then, turning to them, she gestured.  "The baby is this big right now."

Adam mimicked the doctor's hand gestures in awe.  "That tiny..."  He gazed down at Amy and kissed her on the cheek.

"Do you two want to know the sex of your baby?" Dr. Simpson asked.

"Yes," Amy answered quickly before considering Adam's feelings.  A moment later, she turned to face him.  "Oh, babe...I'm sorry.  Do you want to know?"  She rubbed the pad of her thumb over his hand.

Adam thought for a moment while he stared, transfixed, at the monitor.  "Nah...I think I'd rather be surprised."  He gazed at Amy and then suddenly said, "On the other hand - yeah, why not?  If we know the sex now, we can be better prepared when the baby is born."

Amy smiled, reaching up to gently touch Adam's cheek.  "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he replied, smiling at her and then turning to the doctor.  "What is it, doc?"

Dr. Simpson smiled warmly.  She liked this young couple a lot.  "You're having a boy..."

*

Later, Adam sat in his locker room in The Cow Palace with Jay, as they prepared for their evenings matches on RAW.

Adam was clad in his silvery, metallic tights, having gotten dressed early.  He was lacing up his wrestling boots when Jay changed into his trademark fishnet shirt.

"So, how did it go?" he asked, and Adam grinned.

"Everything is normal," Adam replied.  "And check this out, Jay..."  He leaned over to pull something out of his duffel bag.  "...this is so amazing.  Look at this..."  He handed him a photo of the baby in utero.

"Wow," Jay said as he looked it over.  "That little tiny thing is really your kid..."

Adam smiled with pride, his large white teeth showing.  "Yup...and Jay - guess what?  It's a boy."

Jay looked up and met his best friend's eyes.  His face broke out into a devilish smile.  "Well, you know what that means, Dad..."

*

At the same time that Adam and Jay were discussing the baby, so were Amy and Trish.  They were in their locker room together, both dressed for the upcoming show.

Amy's eyes sparkled as she told Trish she and Adam were expecting a little boy.  "I want him to look just like his father, too," she said lovingly.  "Blond hair, and those big, dark greenish eyes..."

Trish smiled.  "You know, Amy," she said, "For the life of me, I just can't picture you with a big belly."  She looked her friend up and down, and, envisioning it, she started cracking up.

Amy giggled.  "Well, neither can I, but maybe he won't be too big."

"Are you kidding?  With Adam as his father?!"  They both laughed.

Amy rubbed her stomach, which was still flat, and gazed into the vanity mirror before them.  "I wonder when I'll start to show?"

"Oh, probably not for another couple of months yet," Trish said.  Then, changing the subject somewhat, she asked, "So, have you guys been thinking of names?"

"Oh, it's still too early to worry about that," Amy answered.  "Although...I have been doing that.  There are a few boys' names I really love..."

*

Stephanie sat glumly in a locker room she was sharing with Chris.  She was still feeling horrible, thoughts of violence plaguing her.  She had visions of Adam and Amy and felt the rage building inside of her.  She wanted to hurt someone - and badly.  She thought she might do anything to get Adam.

That night, very discreetly, after Chris had taken her out of that lonely bathroom, he'd called room service about the horrible mess in the room.  He'd lied and said that it had been ramshacked by an intruder while Stephanie had been out.  Luckily, no questions had been asked.

Chris had mentioned the room key under the door to her, and Stephanie had been surprised.  She'd told him she must have accidentally dropped it and never realized it.

Chris stepped into the room, still dripping from his shower.  Steph gazed up at him, her eyes never leaving his muscular frame.  She desperately tried to imagine Adam coming from that shower, Adam's face - Adam's hair - Adam's eyes - Adam's perfectly sculpted pecs and abs.  Her mouth actually began to water as she continued fantasizing about him.  If she'd been alone in the room, she probably would have been masturbating at this point.  Fortunately, Chris was completely oblivious to the fact that she was thinking only of Adam and never noticed.

  Stephanie knew that she had to do something, and soon - the sooner the better.  Her feelings for Adam went way beyond merely an innocent interest in him.  She was still heartbroken over the way he'd treated her the previous month, but vowed things would not end there, and that she would make him notice her - and want her.  Or she might even die trying.

*

That night, after RAW...

"Adam?" Amy called from their hotel room bed.  She was still wearing a pair of black parachute pants and a red belly T-shirt with a cat's face in crossbones and skull, her dress for RAW.

"Hmm?" Adam replied as he emerged from the bathroom.  He sat down on the bed beside her, his breath smelling strongly of Colgate toothpaste.

She gazed into his eyes and smiled.  "Well," she began, "we should talk about names for the baby.  I've been thinking of a few..."  Before he could reply, she started giving him a list.  "...I like Nicholas, and Ryan, and Justin..."

Adam laughed softly.  "Ames," he said, "I have to tell you something in regards to that.  It's kind of silly, but serious at the same time."  He put one arm around her, holding her close.

As Amy held the eye contact with him, he continued.  "See, years ago, Jay and I promised each other that if we ever had sons someday, we would name them after one another - which means we have to name the baby Jason."  He swallowed a bit uneasily, hoping that Amy wouldn't get furious, as she wasn't really being given a choice in what to name her own child.

To Adam's surprise, she began to laugh good-naturedly.  "Jason Copeland?" she asked.  "Okay, let me get this straight - Jay's son, if he ever has one, will be Adam Reso, and our little boy will be Jason Copeland?"

Adam placed one hand gently on Amy's belly.  "Yeah, pretty much," he said, a small smile on his face.

Amy's smile broadened.  "That's so cute...and I love the name Jason," she admitted.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Come here, you," Adam said, gently pulling Amy closer to him.  He laid her back and showered her with kisses on her eyelids, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her lips and neck.

Amy laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down against her.  She pulled her head back slightly to gaze up into his deep bronze eyes.  He was smiling down at her, and those incredible eyes shone with love.  He lowered his head and kissed her again.

Adam moved down the bed so that his head was by her stomach, and he kissed her there.  Afterward, he turned his head so that his ear was against her stomach.  His soft long hair tickled Amy a little.  She closed her eyes and smiled.  She felt so great, so loved.  In contrast to how terrified she'd been when she'd first suspected she was pregnant, she now felt so excited about the baby.  Her relationship with Adam was just about perfect.

As he lay there with his head resting gently on Amy's stomach, a myriad of thoughts whirled through Adam's brain.  He loved Amy so much and was thrilled about the baby.  There was only one way he could imagine being happier than he was right now...

*

Two weeks later...Boston, Massachussets

"...and so, you found yourself obsessing over this young man, Adam," Dr. Randall Fischer said.

"Yes," Stephanie admitted to her personal therapist.  She'd been having secret sessions with the man for the past couple of months.  "But I never just obsessed over him.  It's not that simple, doctor.  I...I love Adam."  She blinked nervously, anticipating the man's response.

"But you only went on one date with him..."

"I...know.  But I felt something right away.  I fell for him, Dr. Fischer."

"Tell me something, Stephanie...," the psychiatrist inquired, "...are you sure you are in love with Adam, or could it be that it is simply the idea of being in love that you are in love with?"

"No, I...oh, hell!"  Stephanie rolled her eyes heavenward, frustrated.  She threw up her hands and stood up to pace the length of the room.  They were in her and Chris' hotel room conducting the session.  Chris had gone out for an hour while it occurred.

"Listen to me, doctor," Steph said evenly, her voice tinged with annoyance.  "It is not love I am in love with - it is Adam Copeland I am in love with!  Why is that so difficult to believe?!  I fell madly in love with him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him!  Now, I don't care what you say to dispute this, because it's the truth!"  She stopped her pacing and turned to stare angrily at the man.

Dr. Fischer remained silent for a full five minutes while he absorbed what she'd said and jotted down notes in his notebook.

Stephanie walked over to the window and parted the drapes slightly to peer outside.  She wished she were out there in the sunshine, doing anything other than this.  She knew the therapy was necessary for her, but at the same time, there were times when it drove her nearly mad.  She hated it when Dr. Fischer patronized her like he was doing right now.

"Stephanie...tell me about Adam's girlfriend.  You've never spoken much about her."

Steph turned back toward him and sneered.  She still felt nothing but hostility toward Amy.  Scowling, she spat, "His girlfriend's name is Amy, and I can't stand her!"

"That's understandable," the doctor interjected.  "She's with the man you love..."

"Exactly!  Now you're getting it, Dr. Fischer!"  She paused, catching her breath.  After a moment, Stephanie said, "Amy Dumas...that's her name.  She's a worthless, good-for-nothing bitch!  Nothing but trash!  I swear, I thought I was going to pass out when my dad told me she was pregnant with Adam's baby!  She's already something like three months along, and rumor has it they're expecting a boy..."

The doctor eyed her silently, occasionally jotting more notes.

"...Why did this have to happen?" Stephanie whined.  "Why???"  She started choking up, tears of anger and frustration threatening to escape her blue eyes.  "Well, I know why it happened, but...oh, damnit, you know what I mean, doctor!"  She looked at him imploringly.  "When I found out about this baby, I just wanted to die!  Before, I hated that Adam was with Amy and seemed to be so much in love with her, but - but now it all seems even more real, you know?  A baby!  That's going to make them a family!"

"Yes, it is," Dr. Fischer agreed, nodding.

"Do you know what I want to do?" Steph asked, a maniacal gleam in her eyes.  "I really want to do something to Amy - hurt her bad!  Like I did after the first month she moved in on Adam!  I want to scratch her eyes out, pull the hair off her head!  I want to make her bleed, like I did back then!  And that's not all, doctor...I have dreams about stealing her baby from the hospital and raising it as my own!  I would have Adam's child - that way, it would make me feel more like I had his baby myself."

"That would not be a wise idea, Stephanie," Fischer said.  "The things you've just talked about involve assault and kidnapping.  Those are not options."

"I didn't say I would actually do those things!" Steph snapped.  "I only said I've thought and dreamt about it!"  Yeah, that's it, she told herself.  What he doesn't know won't hurt him...

The psychiatrist looked up into Stephanie's blue, piercing gaze, thinking how much of an angry and disturbed young woman she really was.  He sensed that she was perfectly capable of committing acts of violence.  He had to do everything in his power to ensure that she would never, ever act upon any of her delusional fantasies.

*

Later, Stephanie and Chris lounged in the moderately-sized hotel dining room.  Discreetly, in sotto voce, Steph discussed her afternoon's therapy session.

"I don't want to see Dr. Fischer anymore, Chris," she said softly.  "I don't care what he says.  He's working for me!  Next time I see him..."  She paused and gazed deeply into the twin pools of crystal blue that were Chris' eyes.  She was amazed that Chris had stuck by her after all this, that he still loved her and wanted to be with her.  If the shoe were on the other foot, she could never imagine herself where he now was.

Chris grasped and squeezed her left hand.  "It's okay, Steph...we'll get through this - together."  His expression was serious, then serene and full of love.  "If you think you don't need him anymore, tell him."

Stephanie nodded.  "I'll do that."  She managed a weak smile, which faded as she caught sight of Adam and Amy out of the corner of her eye.  They had just come in and were being seated by the hostess at a table across the room from them.  She watched sadly as the pair whose love was the envy of many on the roster reluctantly released hands to sit down.

Chris' eyes followed Stephanie's, and he couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy when he saw Adam - why couldn't Steph look at him like that, or like how Amy gazed at Adam?  What did Adam have that he didn't that made him so special to Stephanie?

*

Amy glanced worriedly past Adam's shoulder, feeling a chill as she caught the intense gaze of Stephanie McMahon.  Normally, she would not be in the least afraid of the boss' daughter, but now that she was pregnant, she was.  Stephanie had proven in the not-so-distant past to be capable of anything.

"What's wrong, babe?"  Adam turned slightly and glanced over his shoulder.  He saw Stephanie and Chris looking their way.  "Do you want to go somewhere else, Amy?" he asked when he turned back to face her.

"No...no, I'll be okay."  She felt famished and picked up her menu.

A few minutes later, Jay and Trish came into the dining room to join them.  Adam waved them over.

"Hey," Jay greeted.

"Hey," Adam replied as Trish and Jay sat down.  He and Jay exchanged knowing smiles.

"We've got a whole day off tomorrow," Trish exclaimed happily.  "What are we going to do to celebrate it?"

"We'll figure something out," Adam said.  "But me and Jay are gonna go out for awhile after lunch."

"Where?" Amy questioned, as this was the first time she was hearing of this.

"Nowhere special - just some guy stuff," he replied mysteriously.  He and Jay again exchanged glances.

"Hmm..." Amy wondered as she regarded Adam suspiciously.  She glanced at Trish, then at Jay and back at Adam, but none of the blonds' faces revealed anything.

*

The next afternoon...

Adam left Amy just outside of the hotel's dining room after they finished lunch.  He'd given her a hug and kiss and promised he'd be back to do something fun with her in two hours tops.  Amy hadn't asked him where he and Jay were going, but the question marks in her eyes had been more than evident.

Adam walked out into the northern California sun and clouds, pushing his dark sunglasses down over his eyes.  He spotted Jay leaning up against his rental car, waiting for him, his arms crossed.  After their usual best buddies greeting, Adam unlocked the doors and they got in.

As he started the engine and pulled away from the curb, Adam smiled and said, "So far, everything's going as planned...Amy doesn't suspect a thing."  Actually, that wasn't true.  Adam mentally acknowledged that Amy had been very curious but merely hadn't asked him what was up since yesterday.  When he hadn't divulged any information, she'd stopped asking.

"Cool," Jay said with a nod of his head.

Adam glanced over at him for a moment.  "Maybe you shouldn't have said anything to Trish, Jay...You know how close she and Amy are...Are you sure she won't let the cat out of the bag?"

"Nah, Trish is good at keeping secrets," Jay replied.  "Look at how she was that week you and Amy were apart - she knew about the baby, but did she tell you anything?  Hell, she didn't even tell me."  He pushed down the sun visor in front of him and checked his reflection in the vanity mirror.

"True, true," Adam said.  "Okay, I trust Trish to keep this little secret."

"So, do you have any idea of what you're gonna get?"

"I don't know...I'll know when I see it," Adam said.

*

SmackDown taping, Washington State

Stephanie stalked the hallways of the arena, the wheels of her mind in constant motion.

She was thinking about her last session with Dr. Fischer.  She fumed inwardly as she recalled the way the man had patronized her about love, and about her feelings for Adam.

When the session had ended, Steph had declared that she would no longer need the psychologist's services.  Naturally, Fischer had attempted to change her mind and tried to convince her that it wasn't a good idea - that in his "professional opinion," it would benefit her to continue with him.  Of course he would say that - he didn't want to lose a job, and, with it, the big bucks she paid him every time they met.

He hadn't swayed her.  Stephanie had coldly refused.  She was sorry she hadn't told the man to go fuck himself after everything he'd said to her - after he'd completely belittled her feelings for Adam.

She stared at the closed door of the locker room she was suddenly standing before.  She blinked and turned her head from left to right.  Nobody was around.

Holding her breath, Stephanie turned the doorknob and pushed her way into the locker room that Adam and Jay were sharing for the night.  She knew neither of them were inside - she'd seen Jay a few minutes ago with Trish the bitch and Adam was due for his match in ten to fifteen minutes.

Steph knew she was taking a bit of a risk entering this locker room.  She hadn't dared attempt such a thing since last month.  But after what had happened - after the "shower incident," as she thought of it, she had to be careful.

Stephanie glanced around the room.  A pair of Adam's wrestling tights lay on the back of a chair.  They were platinum ones with black designs and "Edge" printed on the legs.  She felt drawn to them and picked them up, rubbing the glossy fabric against her skin.  She caressed the crotch, envisioning Adam wearing them while she did this.

"Oh, Adam," she whispered sadly.  "Just let me love you..."  She continued rubbing the tights against her face, lovingly stroking her cheek against them, her eyes closed.  She felt as though she might cry as she continued to envision Adam there.

Stephanie lingered in the room so long that she didn't keep track of the amount of time she was there.  She was still holding onto Adam's tights when she suddenly became aware of voices directly outside the door.

She nearly panicked, her jaw dropping, mouth open wide.  Steph quickly glanced around the small room, seeking a place to hide.  Oh, God, she thought.  She recognized the voices as being Adam and Amy's.  Adam's match must have just ended, and they were heading back.

Stephanie nearly ran to the showers but told herself she was a sitting duck if she went there, because Adam at least would obviously want to shower after his match.  She spun on her heel and instead ran to the small bathroom nearby that contained only a toilet and sink.  She shut and locked the door behind her, not turning on the light, her breathing heavy.  She mentally cursed herself a few seconds later, remembering that Amy was in the earlier stages of pregnancy.  She prayed that the other woman would not need to suddenly use the bathroom.

*

Adam turned the knob of the door of the locker room he and Jay were sharing.  Amy walked in and he followed, and they both looked around.

"Jay's not here," Adam said with a lascivious grin, all his teeth displayed.

Amy grinned back at him.  "Good..."  She moved forward until she was in his arms.  "...This might sound like a silly thing to say, but I can't wait till I'm able to mix it up with your opponents again."

"Oh, yeah?"  Adam nuzzled her neck.

"Yeah..." Amy murmured, savoring the feel of his lips and tongue against her skin.  "...I like physically helping out my man."

"Mmm...then why don't you help him out in the shower?" Adam said playfully as he gazed down into her eyes intensely.  He gently backed her against the wall, moving his hands up to either side of her face.

Amy smiled up at him, her eyes never wavering from his.  "Sounds like a good idea..."

Adam chuckled and lowered his lips on hers, kissing her deeply and passionately.  Amy kissed him back, loving the feel of his hot tongue pressed against hers.

*

Enveloped in the darkness of the bathroom, leaning against the door, one hand pressed against it, Stephanie nearly let out an audible gasp.  They were right in the next room, and they were going to have sex in the shower!  She thought she was going to be sick.

It should be me out there kissing him, Steph thought bitterly.  Her heart pounded in double beat a moment later when she heard Adam utter, "I love you."

I love you, too, she thought.  Her romantic thoughts turned to disgust when she heard Amy say those exact words a second later.

Stephanie frowned as she pressed her ear to the bathroom door.  She heard more kissing, soft moans, and what she knew to be the sounds of clothing being removed.  She was so upset, she nearly hit the door with one hand.  Her right hand was poised to slam palm into it, but she stopped herself just before she reached the door.  She hated her life.

*

After Adam had his wrestling boots unlaced and off and Amy had her shoes off, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her.  She kissed him back and toyed with the waistband of his red velvet tights, allowing her hand entrance at the back of them.  She gently squeezed one of his buttocks and giggled as they continued to kiss.

Adam lifted up Amy's shirt, which was red, as she liked to color coordinate with him, and tossed it onto the floor.  As Amy continued to giggle, Adam lowered his head to her chest and bit a piece of black lace that was the top of one of her bra cups.  Amy twined her fingers into his long, soft blond locks and lifted his head to hers to kiss his lips again.

*

Stephanie's eyes widened as she listened to the pair in the next room carry on.  She could intuitively tell from every sound what Adam and Amy were doing and when.

Suddenly, their voices and laughter sounded a bit closer.  Steph then realized that they were heading into the shower room, which was very close to the lavatory in which she was hiding.  She was able to picture them perfectly - vividly, particularly Adam, who was the only one she wanted to envision, anyway.  His long blond hair, along with his body, was probably slightly sweaty from his recent match.  His beautiful green-topaz eyes were probably slightly glazed over in his current aroused state, a gorgeous smile on his full, luscious lips, his erection full and unbelievably hard...

Stephanie suddenly realized she was perspiring slightly, and a thin line of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth.  She shook off her mesmerized feeling and contemplated how she was going to get out of there.  Should she make a run for it now, while Adam and the tramp were just getting "warmed up" in the shower?

No, she told herself.  It wasn't quite the right time.  She would go when she knew they were fully in the act, when even the slightest accidental noise from her couldn't sway them.  She didn't want them to know she'd been there.  She shuddered to think of the repercussions.  At the very least, they would most likely complain to her father.  And if that happened maybe they would even tell him about the shower incident.

A minute later, Stephanie heard the sound of water from a shower spray.  It sounded oddly close to her ears, but then she realized it was the normal thing that always happens with familiar pipes and plumbing.

A frightening thought suddenly hit her.  What if Jay Reso suddenly returned to this locker room?  But then, if they didn't care so much about being so discreet, they would have gone into that shower regardless of whether Jay was there.

But there's always a chance of a mixup occurring, Steph told herself.  She just had to rely on sheer hope that Jay would not come back anytime soon, or else she would be trapped in the bathroom a lot longer than she'd expected.

Stephanie's head turned sharply in the direction of the shower room when she suddenly heard Adam's voice.

"Oh, God, Amy...you're so tight!"

Stephanie frowned, and her jaw dropped with disappointment.  She bit her tongue as she heard his further exclamations of pleasure.  Before long, Amy added her own, and Steph could feel her blood pounding through her veins in her anger.  If she could hear only Adam's voice, and without her name added, she could actually enjoy this.  She could then easily imagine that it was herself he was making love to.

Stephanie closed her eyes as she continued listening.  Her breath came slightly faster as she pictured Adam - beautiful Adam - in the throes of passion and ecstasy.

Oh, God...she had to get out of this bathroom and find Chris.  She was getting so horny she couldn't stand it.  She slowly turned the knob on the door and pushed as quietly as she could manage.  The door squeaked slightly, but not much.

The sounds from the shower room were even louder out in the main area of the locker room.  Stephanie stood just outside the door and stared at it as if she could see within.

She felt a sudden, uncontrollable urge.  Biting her lip and debating with herself, she placed one hand softly against the knob.

It didn't take her long to make up her mind.  Holding her breath, she slowly and carefully turned the knob.  She braced herself as the door opened just a crack, biting her tongue.

She could see them clearly - they were all the way to the right.  Luckily, they were facing away from her.  Steph's eyes widened as she watched them.

They were both drenched, Adam thrusting rapidly into Amy from behind.  She was slightly bent over at the waist in front of him, her palms pressed flat against the cool tiles of the wall in front of her.  Adam's hands held Amy's hips firmly, controlling most of her movements.  They were both moaning, now not as softly as they'd been before.

Stephanie gaped at the couple, transfixed, her eyes lingering on Adam's firm glutes.  She found it ironic that she should catch them locked in her favorite position.  She vowed that later that night, she would do the same with Chris - and of course, she would fantasize that he was Adam.

*

When Stephanie returned to her locker room, she was both dismayed and relieved that Chris was not there - dismayed because what she had just witnessed had turned her on fiercely, and relieved because she was about to uncover something the likes of which Chris would never approve.

Her breath still coming in short, fast gasps, Steph knelt on the floor by one of her large suitcases.  She quickly undid the lock with a tiny key and snapped it open, then felt around through a myriad of garments before her hand touched what she was seeking.

She closed her hand around it, lifting the object out of the suitcase, her blue eyes glued to its cleverly crafted form.  A tiny smile formed on her lips, and she nodded.  The sooner she carried out the plan she'd been brewing over the past week, the better.  Now, she just had to be patient and grasp the opportunity when it presented itself.

*

Adam gently and lovingly rubbed Amy down with a towel.  They had just finished their shower, which had lasted longer than either of them had expected.

After wrapping a towel around his hips, Adam leaned over and kissed Amy on the lips.  She kissed him back quickly, then pulled away and said, "I've got to get back to my locker room for a change of clothes."  Because she'd gone with Adam straight to his locker room after his match, Amy didn't have fresh clothing to change into.

"Okay, baby," he said, moving one hand to touch her stomach, and their baby, who was growing within.  He moved his hand to hers and gripped it as they made their way out of the shower room.  "I'll meet you by your locker room as soon as I get dressed and get all my stuff together."

"Okay."  Amy smiled, and Adam kissed her once more before she left.