Title: Last Step
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 12
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin* And not a single butt cheek of theirs belongs to the WWF, to the WWE yes...but not the WWF. But I do own Jami, for she is me. Tasha owns herself. Charity owns herself and if you try to take any of us, you will burn in hell! This is the next story in the Step series...it's the Jami/Jeff sequel. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of this email. And I use the wrestlers wrestling names in the story, JUST DEAL WIT IT! And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Just making things up as I go.
Summary: It's the last story...will it all come together, or all fall apart?
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]
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Jami felt herself being pulled up and into someone's arms. Soon she was cradled so her head was resting on a firm chest. Her arms snaked out around her chariots neck, and she felt thin hair clasped within her fingers.
Finally she managed to muster the strength to open her eyes. When she did she was greated by a shock of blue hair falling over a tan and muscular shoulder.
"Wh-Where am I? What's going on?" Jami murmered. "I found you passed out in the hallway, your car keys clutched in your hand." Jeff whispered, laying her down on the bed.
The events of the night rushed back. She remembered creeping out of the room, her intent was to go for a drive. She sat on the floor outside of the hotel room, looking for her keys. She must have fallen asleep. Fortantely, the part where she had actually went for a drive was just a nightmare.
Jami felt Jeff climb into the bed next to her. She waited for his arms to circle around her, but instead she felt him shift over in bed, his back to her once again.
With a start she realized that Jeff had never even asked her what she had been doing in the hallway, and that was unlike him. And she was beginning to get scared.
Jami pulled the blankets around her. Then she began to softly cry, her hands clutching her stomache.
Chapter 13
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