4.00 pm
"You shouldn't sing," Sherrie sharply told Jeff as he sang along with the radio, "it distracts you from driving."
"I can sing and drive at the same time!"
"From hearing you and battling my gag reflex, I have to disagree."
"You are such a royal bitch!"
"Sorry darling, you're mistaking me for Lorna."
"At least she's got balls!"
"Are you calling me a coward Jeff Hardy?"
"I call them as I see them."
"And you see me as a coward?"
"You said it, not me."
Jeff reached over and increased the volume on the car radio, loudly singing along with it while glaring at Sherrie. She crossed her arms and stared out the window, her mouth in a thin line.
"If you don't mind," Michael said, lowering the volume on the radio, "I just wanted to talk to the two of you."
"Why? To find out why we're losing this game?" Jeff asked.
"We're losing this game because you're more interested in trying to get a rise out of me than in winning."
"It's so easy…"
"I take it all is not well between the two of you?"
"She's a sexually repressed bitch in the skin of a vixen. Totally false advertising."
"Oooooh!" Sherrie growled, smacking Jeff upside the head.
"That hurt!"
"I hope so. You know what Jeff Hardy, you made up your mind about me before ever taking the time to get to know me. If your preconceived ideas were off the mark, that's not your problem, not mine!"
"You come out, your tits hanging out, flirting with all of us and what do you expect?"
"I expect you to understand that Sherrie Simpson, the lascivious and flirtatious torch singer is an act! She's not the real me, just like the Jeff Hardy from the ring isn't like that 24/7, in the ring, you might be a willing member of the New Brood, or of the Vince McMahon Kiss My Ass club for all I care, but outside of it, you have your own brain and you might not always be 100% behind your storylines!"
"Sherrie…"
"I am not finished," she said sharply, turning to Michael, the man who'd dared to interrupt her. "The vamp is an act that I can maintain while I'm on stage, it's easy and that's what gave my career the boost it needed but I can't be like that all the time. My image, my character, she's sexy and sexual. I'm not. Is that clear or do you need another explanation?"
"No," both men said softly, looking at her with new eyes.
"Good. Now let's go to the address we have for Ivana Trump. She's a pal."
"Yes ma'am," Jeff said sharply.
"Call me ma'am one more time and I'll remove that part of you that makes you a mister." At Jeff's frightened whimper, Sherrie smiled genially, "It's not
because I'm not a sex pot that I can't be a bitch. Now drive boy!"