I rush into the house and look around for Johnny. He is not here, I surmise that he must be at work. I miss my Johnny bear. I decide it's time for me to finally see what Johnny does at work. After I get some food and go buy some new trousers for work. I make me a plate of eggs, and begin to make some toast. George rolls into the kitchen and eye balls me. He starts to laugh immediately. I know why, but I still make a face as if trying to express confusion.

He laughs some more before pulling a toy cow up to where I can see it. He tosses it at me. It hits me in my stomach. I immediately fall to the floor, dropping my eggs and toast as I do. I hold my stomach as if I've been shot. I give George this look of pure betrayal and hurt.

You shot me, Georgie. You shot me.

Don't eat baby cow, then.

I get to my feet, and stop pretending. I walk over to him, and put the cow down on his lap. I have my stern face on.

That is not nice. I didn't know it was baby cow!! How was I supposed to know?

I turn and walk back to the kitchen before picking my plate up off of the tile. I put them in the sink. I think I'll go out for breakfast. Perhaps take Georgie with me. We do need to talk about Tiffany. It is settled, we'll go and get breakfast and talk. Then, I get to get a new wardrobe for work!! I rush past him and head straight to t he bathroom. He shouts down the hallway to me.

What are you doing, weirdo?

I'm already stripped, so I just pop my head out of the bathroom.

Getting ready. Come on, we're going out to eat, then we're going shopping! Get ready!

I draw my head back into the bathroom, and turn on the shower. I fumble with the shower Radio I hooked up before I left. It begins to play a snappy pop song as I dance around, in celebration of my latest victory. Three to Ginger, none to the rest of the world. Yes! I am pretty and talented.

I finish my dance and shower. I decide to not tell Johnny how I fixed the radio, he never wanted me to use it. He was afraid that I would hurt myself while in the shower. Probably true, but I wanna dance. I'm brushing my shower when Natasha Bedingford's Pocketful of Sunshine comes on the radio. I get excited. This is my song!! I almost choke on my toothbrush as I try and sing along with the words. I am not that talented, I suppose. I'm still pretty, so that's ok. I'm sure my lack of talent won't affect my work. I spit the toothbrush on the floor of the shower, I needed a new one anyway.

My shower is finished, and I rush to get dressed. Jeans with sparkles on the back pockets, and a pair of cute boots to match! For a top I just throw on my spiderman shirt. I dance my way into the parlour I see Tiffany and George watching me. I did not notice I was singing as I danced.

You are a terrible singer, Ginge.

I blush. I thought I was a beautiful singer.

Meanie! Come on, let's go eat.

I lead them out of the door, and we head to the coffee shop down the road. I order a vanilla Cappuccino with cinnamon and ginger spice. I get a scone. George gets a bagel with a black coffee. Tiffany orders an Orange Juice and a plate of eggs. I did not know this place sold eggs. Scrambled eggs are my favourite!! I eat my scone and stare intently at Tiffany's eggs. I would be jealous if I wasn't so happy that Tiffany was getting delicious eggs. I couldn't contain it anymore. I had to say something.

This place has eggs?! I love eggs!!

Eggs are baby chickens.

I couldn't believe he would say this to me! I don't know what to do. An idea. I stick my tongue out and close my eyes. That'll teach him. Just to finish it up, I add.

Nuh-uh.

Success. George has learnt his lesson. I have won the debate. After the food, we all go up to a shop where Tiffany tells me I can get the perfect outfit for work. I explain to her that Johnny doesn't like my outfits to be too revealing, or anything. She assures me that she has the perfect place. I trust her, she is my best friend after all. She leads me and George up the road to a shop with blacked out windows. I am scared of the dark, so I cling close to her. We have to show our proof of age cards to get in. I was shocked. She took me to a sex shop. I don't want to buy sex. Telling her this might be a good idea.

I don't want to buy sex. What are we doing here?

She just shakes her head and leads me on into the clothing section. Sex shops also sell clothes. I did not know this. She shows me a pair of legging things, they are leather and black. They have no fabric on the butt region. I am confused.

Why would I want these? They expose my butt.

Nope, sorry, those are for me. I'll need them later.

She turns and winks at Georgie. I pretend to not notice as I find a pair of black leather trousers. I purchase them and run out of the store. I feel like I need another shower. I believe this is where Vincent Lane lives, and do not want to find out if I am correct. I go to a tailor and have him sew hearts all over the trousers, and put my name in sparkles down the left leg. I don't want anyone else in the XWF to find them in my locker and take them by mistake. I believe labeling them will help minimise this risk.

The tailor promises me that my stuff will be ready in time for my next match. I smile as I walk outside, excitedly I catch a cab up to where Johnny works. It's a pleasant drive, takes about five minutes. During which I serenade the driver with Natasha Bedingford's Pocketful of Sunshine. When the song ends I inform of how I am a pro-wrestler, and that is my intro music. He looks at me questionably, and then points to a sign that informs me of his limited English. Apparently he is a Paki. I did not know this, and now I feel silly.

We arrive at Johnny's work, and I get out and head in to see my Johnny Bear. There he is, standing in a white coat and looking at stuff. There's some girl next to him. She's pretty, clumpy brown hair, and glasses accentuate the acne on her face, and the roundness of it. It's perfectly shaped, like a football. Her body is slightly round, and not quite bowling pin, but more like a Penguin. I chuckle at thought of Johnny working next to a Penguin. He looks up at me, and I smile and wave while hopping up and down. This does not make me look mental.

Johnny sets his thing down, and comes over to me. He grabs me tightly. It is warm.

Hey, you.

I smile. I have not seen Johnny since the day after the Veal fiasco. I couldn't come visit him at work, cos I had to pack, and then he ended up staying late. After I left he did pop by to check on Georgie, and hang out with him. Although, Tiffany was the one who spent the most time there. She doesn't work, the guys she hangs out with a lot buy her stuff, and pay her bills.

Hey, babe. I wanted to come see you at work.

I'm glad you did. How was Chicago?

Boring. I want you to come with me next time.

He looks back at the table he was working at. There is a lot of stuff there.

You know what? Why not? I can take a couple of days off. Tiff has been taking care of George, we can spend a week in the colonies.

Awww. I love when he calls it that. <3. <3. The Penguin girl comes over, and looks at me with a sneer. Johnny releases his hug, and I look at her. I wave/flail my arm in a waving pattern.

Hi!! I'm Ginger!

She snarls, like seriously snarls. I am a little scared. I inch to hide behind Johnny. She opens her mouth to talk, and her voice is this contemptuous mocking tone. I don't think she likes me.

I know who you are, Ginger. You're the ditsy cunt who's going around making us all look bad. You and your ignorance parading around. Can't fit the stereotype more, so you have to fight people for money.

I am genuinely confused and hurt. I'm not a C word.

I'm not a ditsy C-word. And I'm not a stereotype. I'm a person. I don't play music.

Johnny isn't happy.

Caroline, please stop being mean. Ginger isn't some terrible person. She's a wonderful girl. How is she a stereotype?

Scots are too stupid to understand the Englishman. Scots just fight. Scots need the English to take care of them. Girls are weak. Girls need the menfolk to take care of them. Men only like a ditz who can't tie her own shoes. Men only like a girl when she acts slutty.

I am shocked, but I muster the courage to speak out for myself. I step out from behind Johnny and get my strong voice on. It takes all I have to make myself sound convincing.

I don't need a man to take care of me. Just today I hooked a radio up all by myself. I only took this job to help my brother. HE needs ME. Johnny isn't here to take care of us, I made that clear to him. Johnny is in my life because I want him here. Because I love him. I'm respected in my field. I'm a champion! I took my belt from a man, and defended against men. I'm not some weak little girl. Don't take me being tiny and pretty as me being weak. Wait, are you jealous of me? Is that it? Because I'm prettier than you are and more successful? You don't have to be. I'm not even competing in your realm. You're better at this science stuff than I am, you're probably better than I am at a lot of things. Let me have these two things without trying to make me feel bad. Please?

She walked over to where I stood, and threw her glass in my face. It is cool water. I am more insulted than injured. I look at hurt with real hurt in my eyes. They're either watering up from tears, or the liquid she threw at me. I cannot tell which.

Why did you do that?

She just shrugs and walks away. Johnny uses his coat to wipe my face. I can tell, they're tears in my eyes. He sees this and wipes those as well. I feel a little bit better, and give him a teary eyed smile. He kisses me on the eye, and promises me that he'll take care of it. This makes me feel better. I tell him I'll see him at home, and turn and leave. Hiding the fact that I'm crying as I do.

I walk home, it starts raining on me, which makes me feel sad. I get home to find Georgie sitting on the couch watching telly with Tiffany. She's curled up next to him, until she sees me. I've been crying and am completely soaked from the rain. She gets to her feet and runs to hug me. I cry as I tell her about what happened after I left Johnny's.

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