What?

I said, what if she doesnt know the deal?

What are you talking about, Dane? You showed her the letter. That was the reason for the break up, right?

Yes. But what if that isnt everything?

Stop being so damn cryptic. What are you talking about?

Dana rose from the table, grabbing a beer on her way up. She walked around the table to the window and kept her back to Shane, Yes, the letters and the stalker was the reason for the break up. But Shane, there was more to it.

Shane said nothing and waited for Dana to continue.

The letters werent always this bad or threatening. But I was in a tournament in Seattle a couple of months ago.

Yeah, I remember. That was even in the letter you showed us.

I lost that tournament. I know it shouldnt of mattered to me, it was only a charity event, but it did. I lost because I just couldnt keep up with her. She had so much more energy than I did. It was the first time I ever really admitted that my career was coming to an end. Im well past my prime.

Dane, dont say that. You are training so hard these days.

Shane, Im training hard because I have to.

What does this have to do with this bitch sending you the letters?

The night of that tournament, we stayed in Seattle before heading home. I got myself very, very drunk. Its sad, but I do wallow very well. Im not so proud of it, but its real. I do self pity better than almost anyone. Hmph. Dana snickered, disgusted by her own actions.

Anyway, I got myself drunk at the hotel bar. My trainer, Michelle, tried to make me feel better. She was reminding me that I still had some fight left in me, that I was still viable. I still mattered. And I ate it up. I guess she thought I was interested, because she kissed me. And I let her. We left the bar and I took her to my room. Once we got there I realized what I was about to do and stopped it.