Chapter 4
Mandy came in during the half time break of the game.
Mark and John were complaining about how shit they thought the team was going.
"Mark?" Mandy said walking into the den and stopping next to him as he was sitting on the couch.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Can I use your computer?" She asked.
"What for?" He answered, taking a sip of his beer.
"Oh ah, I wanna use instant messenger, as I wanna talk to my boyfriend." Mandy explained.
"I don't have that on my computer." He replied.
"Oh well, I can download it." She suggested.
"No." He replied bluntly, taking a sip of his beer.
Mandy rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Mark let her do it, she's not gonna cause any harm." John said.
Mark sighed. "Fine."
Mandy smiled at her dad and walked down the long corridor to his study.
She opened the door and walked in and closed it. There were a few bookshelves and a large shelf all of old videos, she guessed they were of his wrestling career.
She walked over to the desk and sat down in the large, black leather armchair. She turned on the computer and waited for it to load. She fiddled around on a program for the instant messenger to download. When it was completed, she was happy to see that Trent was online.
"Hey." She typed in.
"Hey baby." He replied a few seconds later.
"How r u?" She typed back.
"Good, urself?" Trent replied.
"Ok, but Mark is a asshole though :(
"Aww baby, its ok."
"I know ne way, hoz ya day been?" She typed in.
They were chatting for a few hours, and Mandy didn't notice Mark walked in.
"Having fun?" He asked her from behind.
Mandy jumped from hearing him. She turned the chair around to face him. "Thanks for scaring me."
"No problem, how r u? God your spelling is bad." Mark said, reading her conversation off the screen.
Mandy minimized the screen and turned back around. "Get with the times, old man." She said and went to kick him in the leg.
But Mark quickly grabbed her leg and held onto it, while Mandy tried to pull away.
"Don't even think about it, or I'll throw ya in my pool, and believe me its freezing." Mark said.
"Well my dad wouldn't like that would he?" Mandy replied.
Mark chuckled. "What dad doesn't know won't hurt him."
Mandy sneered at him as he released her leg from his grasped.
"Gee Mark; I'd hate to be your daughter. You're so uptight. She'd probably turn out like some robot or something." Mandy said.
Mark looked at her with cold eyes. "I'm going to bed."
"What? It's only like nine o'clock." Mandy said looking at the clock on the wall.
"I'm tired." Mark replied and walked out and slammed the door.
Mandy started laughing and turned off the computer and walked out to see her dad.
"What's up with Mark, he walked off to bed all grumpy." John said to Mandy as she walked into the den.
"I dunno, I just had a little joke about saying that I'd hate to be his daughter, and he went all emotional and walked off." Mandy explained.
John bit his lip and shook his head.
"What?" Mandy said.
John sighed. "Nothing, I'm getting a little tired, I might head off to bed also."
"Fine." She said and sat down on the couch and started flicking through the channels.
After a few hours of TV, Mandy decided to head to bed. She walked up the stairs and went into her room. She grumbled as she realized that she didn't have a bathroom. She decided to ask Mark about it in the morning.
Mandy woke up the next morning and hopped out of bed and walked over to Mark's room. He door was shut, so she knocked on it. There was no reply. She opened the door and saw him asleep on his bed. She walked over to him and gently shook his massive tattooed shoulder.
"Mark…" She said.
"Whhaat?" He groaned, half asleep.
"Can I have some breakfast?" She asked.
"Can't you make ya own breakfast?" He asked.
"Yeah, I just wanna know if I can use your kitchen, cause I don't want ya to wake up and find me using ya stuff and ya go mad at me." She explained.
"No I don't care." He replied.
"Good, ya want anything?" She asked.
Mark slowly turned over, and looked at her with sleepy eyes. His black hair all over his face. "What time is it?"
"8 o'clock in the morning." She replied.
"What? Fucken hell I wanna sleep more." He moaned and put his head back down on the pillow.
"Whatever ya lazy shit, and what am I gonna do with my bathroom? I haven't got one in the room you gave me." She asked.
"Your gonna have to use mine." He replied.
"Joy." She said sarcastically and walked out of his room and shut the door.
After she had had her breakfast and her shower, Mandy had realized she had left something in the bathroom.
She walked up to the door, and heard the shower going from the outside.
"Mark?" She called out from behind the door.
"What?" He called out.
"I left something in there, and I really need it, can I quickly run in and grab it?" She replied.
Mark got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He saw on the bench a box of tampons. He chuckled and picked them up.
"Hmmm, I think I see what ya need. Oh here we go. How to insert, unwrap wrapper around tampon and squat down and gently insert into vagina." He said out loud.
Mandy groaned and burst in through the door.
She grabbed the box out of his hand. "You fucken asshole!" She screamed out and smacked him hard on the arm.
"Oww." He said, surprised that she could actually pack a punch.
"You fucken deserve it!" She screamed and walked out and slammed the door shut.
"You little psycho bitch!" He called back out to her.