Chapter 4
4 weeks later Jaden went back to college…and I continued on with the tour, and kept receiving letters of death threats and dismemberment…I would just automatically hand them over to Mark…he was a pretty interesting guy…we'd actually developed a quite nice friendship between the two of us
Mark was 6'10"….and 300-325lbs…dark auburn hair that was to the middle of his back, but he always kept it in a nice tight braid, under a baseball cap or a bandana, his emerald green eyes were to die for…I think the most interesting thing about him…was the ink he had displayed on his body…he was covered in tattoos from shoulder to wrist on both arms…not to mention a large one across his stomach, the grim reaper on his neck and the female name SARA across the pit of his throat…I don't ask about his tattoos…some people don't like to talk about them…others don't want to be bother with questions…
One night, I woke up from a sound sleep and couldn't get back to bed…I got up and closed my door and turned the bedroom light on…I propped myself up in bed and grabbed my laptop and got online…and decided to do a little bit of e-mailing.
A defiant knock came on my door and I said, "C'mon in Mark." He walked in with nothing but his jeans on…and was stuffing his hands in his pockets…yawning…and his hair was messed up a little…he said, "What the hell are you doing up…it's almost 3 am?"
I said, "Yea I know…I couldn't sleep…sorry if I woke you." He said, "You didn't wake me, my bladder did…" I said, "Oh, early morning urination strikes again." I laughed and Mark said, "What was that?"
I said, "That's what Jaden calls it…when you didn't realize you shouldn't have drank so many liquids before bed, until the moment you had to pee…which by the time you figured out you had to pee…you've already been a sleep for a few hours…then you have to climb out of your warm bed make your way around in the dark…cuss, rant and rave when you stub your toe on the rollers of the bed…and nearly piss down your leg…and go pee…then realize you're cold as hell…flush, wash and then run and jump back into bed…just to try and get warm again."
Mark said, "Even with as tired as I am right now…I fully understood that whole explanation…damn you're having a bad influence on me."
I laughed…and Mark grabbed my laptop and put it up…he said, "Go back to bed…you'll thank me in the morning..."
I said, "Yes sir." I scooted under the covers and Mark tucked me in…he did that every night to make sure I felt safe…and turned the light out on the way back to his room…I said, "Hey Mark."
He said, "What darlin'?"
I said, "Thank you."
He laughed and said, "No problem…get some rest."
God I loved how he called me darlin'….he had that super deep voice that had a beautiful southern accent to go along with it…I could sit and listen to him talk for hours upon end…and half the time we did…we did a lot of talking…I learned about him being a wrestler before he did the whole body guard thing…and he even showed me pictures of his old Undertaker character…
It was truly weird…but I liked learning things about him….I wish I knew more about him…like why he had a woman's names on the pit of this throat, but yet did not display a wedding ring…oh well...maybe that question will come later.