Chapter 7

I heard the door open and close several times within the next 4 hours…but paid no attention to anything but the spot on the bag that I was focused on.

Mark walked into the gym and looked over and saw Lena beating the crap out of the bag…he walked over to Paul, David and Randy, who were keeping an eye on Lena…they were sure what was going on with her…but she'd been smacking the shit out of the heavy bag with all her strength for the last 4 hours.

Mark said, "What's going on with her?" 

Paul said, "We don't have a clue man…she's been beating the crap out of the bag for 4 hours…Randy noticed something was wrong and went to make sure she was okay…and she brushed him off…but hasn't even stopped for a break on that bag since she started…After 2 hours, we decided to stick around and act like we were bullshitting to keep an eye on her."

David said, "I've never seen her go to the extremes on working out before…"  Randy said, "It's gonna get to a point where she's gonna hurt herself…Mark pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled heavy…Mark walked over and stood there watching her…

Mark said, "Lena who taught you how to box?"  I said, "Spencer Taylor, Dallas Texas - Boxing Teacher Extraordinar."  Mark said, "You're good."  I said, "Ya think?  You should see me when I've got my kick boxing face on."  Mark said, "So the guys told me you've been here for a few hours…" 

I said, "Yea…So?" 

Mark said, "So, you should probably take a break before you hurt yourself…4 hours is too long to be beating on a bag that weights more then you do."  I said, "I know when to stop…I've been doing this since I was 14.  I know when I've reached my limit on working out…and I don't really feel like stopping right now…it helps me concentrate on getting all my frustrations out."

Mark grabbed the bag and said, "If you need to talk…there's plenty of people around here who can listen…you should try and give them a half a chance.  Hell if you wanted to talk with me, I'd be all ears for you…but whatever it is that you're beating yourself up about…it needs to stop now before you hurt yourself."  I said, "Mind your own business Mark…You're not my father…but out."

Out of all the things Lena could've said…that was definitely the wrong thing.  Mark spun her around threw her over his shoulder and carried her kicking and screaming into the ladies locker room...and turned into the showers as he turned the shower on cold and dropped the small framed lady on her ass in the shower...

My ass connected with the hard porcelain tiles of the shower floor and I sat there stunned for a few minutes...my ass was throbbing...damn it...that was gonna leave a bruise.  I finally came to and stood up...I looked at Mark and he was standing there looking down at me with his hands on his hips and I said, "What the fuck is your problem?"  Mark said, "I won't have you sassing me Lena...you are working in my company...that means you respect your co-workers."

I stepped out of the shower pulling my soaking wet shirt off and said, "I didn't say anything about disrespecting my co-workers...I asked you what the fuck YOUR problem was."  Mark said, "Watch your attitude towards me little girl."  I said, "Don't call me little girl...I'm 22 for God sake...and do me a favor get out of the ladies locker room."  I turned to go take a normal shower and when I got out...I had forgotten my clothes in my room...

I wrapped a barely there towel around my body and walked out into the gym...I saw Mark working on the Heavy bag and stopped as he watched me walk over to Randy, Paul and David.  I said, "Bye guys."  Paul said, "Lena...where are you're clothes." I said, "Well since I wasn't prepared for a sudden shower I get to walk back to my room in this." 

Randy handed me his shirt and said, "Here, put this over you."  I smiled and as I pulled it over me, I let the towel slide down my body and onto the floor...I grabbed my soaking clothes and said, "I'll see you later Randy...thanks for the loan of the shirt...Later boys."

I walked back up to my room and decided to relax a little for the rest of the day.

Or at least until later that night.