Stan was the face of thecompany as he rose, with his signature entrance music of a saxophone andpiano after a big, "Oh hell no!" from him as he walked...to the ring witha determined look on his face being beloved by a fanbase that continuedto grow over time. He wasn't just a rising star, he was THE star of GCWthen.Stan worked hard to perfect his personna as he wrestled in smallpromotions before GCW found him by chance one day a decade before. Hewent through the ranks as a jobber, working up to. To be honest, he didn't seem all that interested in her actually. It hurt deep down, but she knew that maybe that was just his way, cool about everything, even love.Love? Echh, love was crap. Probably she couldn't ever experience love. Maybe what she had experienced with Ryan hadn't been love either. Really, she thought, anybody can be with anybody else, it's just nature.She felt guilty about how behind she was getting in school. Her parents were on her all the time, and she constantly told. I shivered because it felt so good. I reached down and fondled her cock, which stirred a little at my touch. She spoke, low and husky, "You really get off playing with me, don't you?"I turned and smiled, "Oh, fuck yes. You're beautiful, stacked and hung. A perfect partner for a bi boy."She smiled back, "That's why I've been with Jim for so long. But I was just starting my transition when we met back in college. He stayed by my side through everything. The doctor's appointments, the surgeries,. "We're not all gun-toting crazy whahoos," she'd said. "And where's your top hat and tails--left them back in London did you."Touché.Sullivan might have sounded like she was more at home baking apple pies, but she was a fastidious and highly efficient researcher, if a little unimaginative. That was both the positive and negative of her military background. John suspected that was why he'd been brought in. It was easy to joke about that classic oxymoron, American Intelligence, but they knew.