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Chapter 2

"Hooters!" Mark had said in disbelief.

"Yeah... Hooters! What! can't a girl like great food? Even families go there for the great food!"

"Well yeah but usually its guys that go to Hooters and it isn't for the food darlin'."

Misty blushed when he called her darlin'. She doesn't even know why she blushed. She had never liked anyone in her life in that way. She had always been put down by her adoptive parents and she honestly thought that they were right. She always chose to wear baggy clothes, nothing tight fitting or anything that showed too much skin.

"I'll make you a deal Sir... you drive us to Hooters and I'll pay the bill."

Mark thought about it for a moment before he said anything.

"Ok first things first... never call me Sir. I prefer to be called Mark or if you find 'Taker' more comfortable then you can call me that." He said with a smile. He hated being called Sir as it made him feel old.

"I I I'm s s sorry Sir... I mean Mark." She said nervously hoping she didn't insult him. She was always told to address people as Sir or Maam.

"Don't apologize; it's actually good to hear someone be polite. Usually people assume they can call you by your first name or ring name and be best buds. Continuing from earlier... I think I better pay for the bill."

"Why Si... Mark? I have money and I want to take you to a 'business lunch' to get to know my Mentor".

Then something came to mind. "What would you prefer I call you when we are in the gym or in the arena or when I'm asked who you are? I mean Mentor, Teacher, and Trainer... I sorta want to get that right... I know not to call you Sir." She said with a smile at the last bit. She liked getting to know people...new people.

"Hell, call me what ever makes you feel comfortable. I'm fine with just Mark to be honest but I can see your point... let's say call me your Mentor. Makes me sound mean...meaner then I'm usually perceived."

They both shared a laugh which made them both comfortable. Misty had not laughed in years... literally years. Misty quickly covered her mouth and stopped laughing... as if it was a sin to laugh.

Mark noticed this and decided to leave the reaction for now but will try and talk her into why she did that.

"Well Darlin' I will meet you in the lobby in 20mins for our 'business lunch'. Make sure you wear something comfortable and light... We'll be traveling on my bike and the weather is too nice to be wearing anything baggy."

Misty looked outside the hotel window and noticed that the weather had indeed become brighter and it looked as if it hadn't even rained at all that day. She started to feel scared at the prospect of wearing anything other then her hooded top, loose fitting t-shirt and jogging bottoms.

"Would maybe my jogging bottoms and a hooded top be suitable for the bike ride?" Misty asked nervously.

Mark took a moment and thought about how nervous she was.

"You ever ridden before?"

She looked at the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No never."

"Well I can assure you that you will have the safest ride of your life. I won't cause any harm or danger to you... well either of us. That applies in training as well. I will push you to limits that will make you think you can't take it no more but trust me when I say I mean well and will push you to your full potential that I can see."

Misty looked into Marks eyes properly for the first time since meeting him and saw he was telling the truth. Almost as if he could read her inner fears when he looked back into her eyes.

Mark looked deep into her eyes seeing she had a lot of pain and that what he had just said had helped ease her some what. He felt some sort of connection... like he had just met a friend he had known all his life.

Mark turned towards the door and turned his head.

"As your mentor, I will pay for our 'business lunch' and to answer your earlier question... wear whatever will make you comfortable. You have to feel comfortable in order to enjoy the ride." He said the last bit with a spark in his eye.

Misty noticed the spark and with a sudden lease of life began to get ready once Mark had left.