Meanwhile The Architect had found his way back to the locker room. It hadcleared out as usual by the time the main event had ended, so he had theplace...to himself, though that familiar locker room smell filled the air.He threw a towel over his head, closed his eyes and leaned backanticipating what was coming...Unknown to the millions of fans John Cena the face of the company was awhore, a huge muscle bottom slut. It was an open secret in the WWE lockerroom with Seth hearing the whispers even. ”-Warren Zevon, “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner”Note: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter. Events back in December are still having repercussions in my life and I’m in the process of dealing with them. Previously discussed issues have been running rampant, and it’s become necessary to remove stressors wherever I can. I’m not getting paid for this, so two that are 100% within my power to deal with are self-imposed deadlines and self-imposed page counts.But we ain’t been slack,. Two years before when the sisters were sixteen their mother had been struck by lightning, and although Mel had gotton over her fear of it her sister had not. Mel sighed and held her close and soon Kate stopped crying. She always felt safe in her sisters arms, she always had. When she was little it was her sister who had stood up for her when other girls picked on her and she admired her for that. She smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes feeling a little better. “Thanks Mel, im sorry that im. Next was the whiteknee high socks and 2in heeled mary janes. Putting my long hair into twoponytails in either side of my head, I giggled and posed in front of themirror. While I was inside her, I lived and breathed Marisol. Nothing Idid felt out of place or weird.Next came the French maid outfit, that took a bit longer to change into.The dress had a built in corset, which I laced up after I had slippedinto it. The corset cups supported and showed off my breasts oh so nicelyand the short, flared.