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1. What's your favorite body part on the same sex? The opposite sex? 2. What is something you enjoy about your current or most recent sexual partner? 3. Do you feel comfortable going commando? 4. Have you ever cheated on someone, or been cheated on? 5. TITTIES OR ASS

If you've got really strong looking thighs, I admittedly get very weak in the knees, gender irrelevant.

Their free-spirited nature really helped me just enjoy things for what they were at the time, which was just a casual hookup at the time. They are a much stronger person than I for being able to remain wholly unattached.

I have gone commando more often than not, which has led to many a person inadvertently clocking my size.

I have never cheated on anyone. I cannot say the same in return.

Por que no los dos? If I have to choose, ass. But the world is tough as is, why limit yourself.

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"Less prepared to disarm and more knowing to get my compliments in early before you could parry them away. A most complex game of double dutch, and I'm woefully inept at jump rope most days."

He smiled warmly at her, wanting to capture the brief blip of peace while it could still last in their admittedly hectic lives. He held out his arm for her to hold onto as they were led towards a table, the natural tones of wood and stone that surrounded them a nice change of pace from the neon and steel of the strip.

"Ah yes, I've heard that Blair runs a hell of a ship there. She hasn't taken the duct tape from you though, has she? That was always your specialty, and anyone who has done a deathmatch can attest, is almost always part of a first aid kit."

He paused for a moment at Parker's question, the qualifier of genuinely showing that this was more than just a conversation of pleasantries, but of true concern. He was rather taken aback by that, in his prior experience with the medic, emotions were never really discussed in depth. If anything, she seemed almost allergic to them, so this permission for a brief moment of vulnerability was not one he would take for granted.

"I've been much better than the last time we saw each other, that's for sure. I'm still sober. Took some time away from wrestling for a bit to get myself right mentally and spiritually. Moved to rural Georgia, worked on an organic farm for about 9 months. I'm sure you saw that there were moments where I got back in the ring, where I worked in a production aspect... I'm teaching again. It's been a long time to get to a point of balance and acceptance, and I still find myself having moments of self doubt, but that's the human experience, right? Self doubt, not seeing ourselves for our contributions to society but rather the collection of perceived faults we have that have been told to us by others..."

Sipping at his water, he paused for a moment. Smiling softly to himself, he looked up at Parker's face, the smile now spreading wider across his face and crinkling the corner of his eyes. "I told Alfie that I'd probably see you. He meowed rather loudly at that."

Parker welcomed the hug and held her part of it for two beats longer than was probably appropriate, but as she broke away the smile on her face was genuine. "Flowers AND immediately addressing the hair, you came prepared to disarm me."

The nervousness from earlier was replaced by a strange calm she did not want to dwell on. They had not spent any time together in years. And in between she had occasionally behaved...less than kindly. She internally winced at the memory of cutting words about Jimmy's sobriety, a reaction she had long told herself was from feeling judged but if she were being honest with herself, and she could be when she wanted to, it was jealousy and a longing for that specific kind of self control.

"Sadly, I have been cut off from any supplies of patient blood by Blair. Which is truly unfair given that Cody will bleed at the drop of a hat." She paused. "So how have you been? Genuinely?"

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What do you call a deaf gynecologist?

A lip reader

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Congratulations everyone for a wonderful 2 nights.

Special shout out to @ignitethefires, making me proud as always.

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It took only a few glances around before Jimmy spotted Parker, the familiar warmth in his body that he got at the sight of her spreading like trained reflex. Appreciation. Adoration. Comfort. Familiarity. In the ever-changing world that spun tumultuously around them, the familiarity was welcomed. He approached her, flowers in hand, and could sense her eyes immediately flicking upwards towards his hairline. Ah, right.

"Yes, yes, the hair, I know. It's growing back, though, as you can see!" He leaned in for a hug, hoping that the desperate need for physical affection wasn't so glaringly obvious, but he could also sense that Parker needed it as well.

"You look great, by the way. Been bathing in the blood of your enemies lately? And by enemies I mean unruly patients."

She was not doing this for a hook-up.

Parker checked her make-up maybe one more time than she normally would, wincing a bit at how she still hadn't found a product to fully deal with the bags under her eyes. It was a busy week, of course she was going to look tired no matter what, but those words had been echoing in her head for at least a month without respite.

Aren't you a little OLD to be hanging out in clubs?

The sting was still there. Despite conversations with Derrick and, strangely enough, Kross, her mind still hung on that nagging sensation that whoever that...that...CHILD...was who had laughed in her face, he was right. She was old. She was a mess. She had never been looking for love while fucking around, but that's because she really did not deserve it.

Lipstick was on point, though.

She sighed, heading to the lobby of the hotel and meeting her driver, double checking the address and trying to forced down the feelings that had made her reach out to Jimmy. It wasn't for a hook up. She would not use him like that. And every other time they had tried anything it had exploded. She didn't want that, she just wanted the sureness of someone who had seen her at bad times (but not her worst, nowhere close to that) and was still willing to meet her for brunch in Vegas.

He'd never stopped texting her on holidays. Or her birthday. Even when she did not reply the next one came sure enough.

Jimmy was a good person. He did not deserve what she could and would end up doing to him. But that wasn't going to happen. Because it was just brunch.

She stepped into the restaurant and looked around, realizing she was still looking for his glorious hair and sighed. Right. She would have to give him hell about that in person.

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Truth & Tonic (Jimmy x Parker )

Checking his reflection in the mirror for the seventh or eighth time that morning, the realization dawned that while Jimmy Jacobs may have been the bleeding heart romantic, who could pen a love song to make the entire crowd cry for decades… Christopher Scoville was so not prepared for this… not-date. It’s not a date. Why would it be a date?

They were exes, this was simply a casual catch up after time apart, it was brunch for fucks sake. No one looking to go on a date does brunch in Las Vegas. Repeating this mantra over and over, as was his wont, he scratched at the salt-and-pepper of his beard, his freckled tan skin having seen a few more fine lines since the last time he’d seen Parker, and he was confident he’d hear a healthy ration of shit for his hair cut - which was growing in just as thick as before, thank fuck. Not that he needed to impress Parker, because this wasn’t a date. Remember? It’s not a date.

If it’s not a date, why do you have a bouquet of peonies for her?

Fiddling with the small charm on his necklace, a small piece of moldavite in a silver setting, Jimmy looked down at the bouquet resting gently on the table in the foyer. Was it too much? He thought it was just a kind gesture, a present with no strings attached. A half dozen peonies, assorted in shades of pink, white, and peach, wrapped in simple brown paper with a lace ribbon to hold it together. It was understated, sure, but also elegant and breathtaking.

Reminds you of someone?

Broken from his reverie by the gentle vibration of his cell phone informing him that his Uber had arrived, Jimmy took one more look in the mirror before grabbing his wallet, keys, and the flowers, closing the door of his rental home behind him. Time was its normal inconsistent self on the ride over to the restaurant. The ever present haze that surrounded Las Vegas, particularly the strip, was made more potent by the undercurrent of adrenaline that came with Wrestlemania week. It’d been years since he’d worked for WWE, and his heart was in his throat over the implications of many of the events of the week, both in the ring and behind the curtain. He could only imagine what it was like for the actual employees. Surely Parker would go on one of her delightful rants about the talent, before catching herself approaching the precipice of a HIPAA violation and calmly excusing herself to change the subject.

They were just going to catch up. That’s all this was.

Wishing his driver, Aram, well, before exiting the vehicle, Jimmy stepped inside the Venetian Hotel, heading up to the 4th level, to Truth & Tonic, the restaurant they had reservations at. With his free hand he brushed at the deep burgundy shirt he wore, ensuring nothing was on him that would set a poor impression, like that he was living like Oscar Madison or just letting himself go. Why did he care so much about his presentation? It’s not like Parker hadn’t seen him in much worse state. Besides… It’s just brunch. They’re just catching up.

So why did he feel like he was about to enter the ring?

( @champagnereliever )

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Yes.

"Why would you put a towel down in bed?"

Well--

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They sell blankets for that, Derrick.

"Why would you put a towel down in bed?"

Well--

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It took me many long years to accept being called Christopher by the locker room.

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I am grateful that my suffering, did not force me to become cruel.

Mandeq Ahmed

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These men are cowards whose bloodlines are weak and will not survive winter.

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I am almost always confused when I log in now.

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Our new home.

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That was a very good jacket.

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YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. ANSWER THE QUESTION.

Oh my hair.

It’ll grow back.

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WHY?

Hm?

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Eternally blessed to have Truth and @stillnotbiginjapan as friends in my 20+ years in this business.