The ride back to Marks hotel was silent. Laura seemed to be deep in thought as did Mark. "Well here we are" Mark said. They made there way into the hotel lobby. They stopped in front of the elevator and waited. Mark looked over at Laura; she was as jittery as a cat, pacing back in forth in front of the elevator. "Calm down Laura", you're making me nervous. "Sorry" she said. She kept thinking about the fact she was going to have to sleep in the same room with him. What if he tried something, could she get away from him, he was so big. Laura wanted to trust him but past experience taught her to trust no one. The elevator opened and Mark stepped on and waited for her. She followed him; Mark pushed the button for the 11th floor.
Laura followed Mark down the hallway to his room; Number 1124 .She followed him into the room. "Well first things first kid" Mark said. "You grab the shower first". Laura was happy to comply; she hadn't had a real shower or a bath in a while, just washing off in gas station restrooms. "Okay" she said and headed for the bathroom. Laura shut the bathroom door and took off her shirt; she couldn't wait to hit the shower. "Hey Kid" yelled Mark, "Ya got something to sleep in"? All she had was another pair of jeans and a tank top and two pair of panties. "Umm, no not really" she said. She went over and turned on the shower, God she couldn't wait. She climbed in the steaming shower, grabbed the soap and started washing. The water felt so good running over her. Who in the world ever thought a shower could feel so good. She sighed with pleasure. She grabbed the shampoo and lathered her hair. It had been so long since she had washed it. She stood there a few more minutes and let the water course over her body. Well I'd better get out before he thinks I've died in here. Laura got out and dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her head. Just then Mark knocked at the door. "I got ya a shirt to sleep in, I'm going to leave it outside the door". "Okay, thanks" Laura said. She waited till she heard his footsteps move away and opened the door a crack. She grabbed the shirt off the floor and shut the door back. She grinned when she looked at the shirt. It was his Big Red Evil Devil shirt. She put it on; it came down to her knees. Then she realized she didn't bring her panties in with her, great she thought. Well he won't know, when he gets in to take a shower, I'll slip them on. She opened the door and went out to the room. "Feel better" he asked? "Yea" she said. Mark headed off for his shower and Laura ran over to where she had laid her few belongings. She grabbed her panties and slipped them on. Then she hopped on the nearest bed and turned on the TV.
Mark came out of the shower wearing sweats and a tank top. He plopped on the other bed, damn but he was tired. His damn Knee was killing him. He rubbed it trying to get some relief. "Is your knee hurt, is that why you taking some time off from wrestling?" Laura asked. "Yea, I don't need surgery or nothing, just some much needed rest." "Well that's good, that it's not serious" she said. Laura was stretched out on her stomach watching TV.
Mark watched her, she seemed to be relaxed. Good he thought, at least she doesn't think im going to attack her. Mark noticed scars on the backs of her legs, little lines crisscrossing each other. What the hell was that from? Laura looked up and seen him looking at her legs, she quickly sat up and pulled the shirt down over her legs. "What happened to your legs Little One?" he asked. She didn't say anything for a minute. Then she looked up at him "It's from whippings, ya know for getting into trouble all the time. Mark felt his anger rise up again, what kind of monster would do that to a little kid? Nobody could do anything to deserve that. "I was always spilling stuff and making messes, I was always fucking up". "That's why I got spanked so much." "Laura, nobody deserves that, no matter what they done." Mark told her. Laura decided to change the subject, "Got a brush I can use?" she asked. "I forgot mine." "I gotta a comb, will that work?" Mark Said. "Sure" she said. Mark tossed the comb to her. Laura pulled the towel off her hair and started to comb her long hair. "Ouch,Shit" Laura yelled. Her hair was hopelessly tangled and the comb was hurting like hell. "Come here, I'll do it" said Mark. "I can do it" Laura said. Oh come on, don't be a wimp." I'm not going to hurt ya" he said. "I am not a wimp." she hollered. "Well then come here." "fine." she snapped and went over and flopped down on the floor in front of him. She handed him the comb and propped her head on her hands, "well go ahead" she said. He gently picked up her hair and started pulling out the tangles one by one. Mark quietly worked on her hair, enjoying the feel of it .It was like spun silk. He silently combed through it letting it run over his fingers. Laura was also lost in thought; no one had ever combed her hair for her. He was so gentle and his big hands gently untangled her hair. He hadn't hurt her once. His hands felt so good in her hair. Is this what it felt like for someone to take care of you? She wondered. "All done" Mark said. "Okay into bed with ya,I called while you was in the shower". "Got us a flight out at 8:00 am." "We got to get up at 6:00." Laura got up and hopped into bed, snuggling under the covers. God a real bed felt good. Mark got up and switched off the light. He crawled into the bed exhausted. "Nite Baby Girl." He said. "Goodnight" Laura said. Laura laid the wondering what tomorrow would bring. "Mark" she said. "yea Baby" he answered. "Thanks, ya know for everything." "Your welcome Baby, Now get some sleep." Laura turned over and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.