Moon And Yew Tree

She was, this time, determined not to screw things up.

At thirty-four, she just wants to avoid setting a precedent for making and breaking up. After the divorce from Steve, the reclamation of her identity as a bisexual woman... It would be too painful to go back and change her life.

Something Debra had given up for Trish.

True, that it had been her choice; she had made her decision, to become a woman involved in a lesbian relationship. But somehow she felt as though it really wasn't her decision at all; that her biology was simply dictating to her body.

Her family life was now non-existent; her parents simply refused to take her calls. And yet, as she stared into a dressing room mirror, five minutes before being named the new comissioner for SmackDown, a sensation of true calm washing over her being.

A knock sounded at the door, and she admitted a chicly dressed Stephanie McMahon, "I'm going to call you out...then we'll work you into the whole Dawn Marie situation..."

"Dawn Marie?"

"She's our newest valet...you'll like her. Steve might have met her in ECW."

Debra winced at the very annunciation of Steve's name.

"Sorry.." Stephanie gently patted Debra on the back. "Well, I'll see you in five seconds."

Debra continued to smile politely, as Stephanie left the room. She reminded herself once more that it was all worth the pain. She smiled enigmatically to herself.

Now, if only she could convince Trish of this...

****

It was the third of October when Trish met Dawn. A normal day filled with a sunshine that seemed to brighten even the darkest of moods. Instantly, the young blond seemed to understand that

Debra came upon them outside, sitting on a cement embankment, chattering away about makeup or clothing. The older blonde recalled, suddenly, that Trish had never bothered to discuss makeup and clothing with any other diva.

Quietly, a seed of doubt had been planted within her mind.

Dawn introduced herself in a squeaky, bubbly voice; explaining that Trish would be 'baby-sitting' her; teaching the new diva how to work 'WWE' style. The momentary urge Debra contained was to simply blurt out 'What about Fit?', whose job it nominally was to train each new Diva as she was brought into the company.

"Dawn already has experience," Trish announced, Noticing Debra's strained look, "She wrestled in ECW."

Debra smiled, her expression strained; maybe it was her ear; there seemed to be an unnatural tone to Trish's voice. She set aside her emotions and gave Dawn her most brisk handshake. She would, after all, have to tape vignettes with the woman in a few days.

They ended up going to dinner together; the three of them, in an expensive hotel, with Dawn babbling on about her career and her future.

Debra couldn't wrench herself away from the whole pitiful scene quickly enough. At last, she and Trish were alone, in their room. She watched her young lover in silence as Trish combed out her overly perfect mane of blond hair.

"Darling," She said, "You and Dawn...do you feel anything for her?"

Trish simply laughed out loud, "Debbie, honey, you're just imagining things." Trish cuddled up to her older lover.

Debra sighed to herself, deciding to take Trish's word on the subject. Trish crawled into the bed they would share for the rest of the night.

She would not let panic set in, instead drifting away into the sweet calm of sleep.

Panic would arrive later, in the morning.

When she awoke to find Trish gone.


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