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The evening began well enough for Mark. He knew it probably wouldn't last though, things like that were just too good to be true. Knocking on Collins and Angels door he hoped he hadn't disturbed anything, he didn't think he would have, they knew he was coming...right?
When nobody answered he took it upon himself to open the door and look inside.
"Hello?" He called, "Is anybody here"
"Just wait on the couch Marky, we'll be out in a minute!" Angel called from the bedroom, she sounded breathless. Mark was worried. Nonetheless he went over and sat on the couch, twiddling his thumbs and waiting innocently when he heard a scene which, although made worse by his mind, he would never, and could never, forget.
"No Collins Stop it!" Angels voice rang out
Mark froze. They wouldn't, he thought.
"If you'd stop moving that way maybe I could get it up!" Collins yelled back.
"It won't go up?" Angel pouted. "Maybe if you just"
"No, just try sucking it"
"I resent that Thomas Collins"
"I'm only suggesting"
"Are you sure that it won't?" Angel whined.
"Positive"
"Damn"
"Look, I understand, it's okay, this happens to all couples after they move in together, it's a proven fact"
"But...baby, this has never happened to me...in all my years I've never not been able to...well you know"
"It's alright, I love you for who you are not for that fact that you can"
"BUT I CAN'T STAND IT! SOMEONE LIKE ME CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS"
"It's okay...look we'll buy something to help...you can't just give up...we can try again another time"
"No! I'm not going to get help for something like this, it's not me..." She paused, "but, tell me the truth...am I fat"
"No, you're not fat, I'm sure it just shrunk"
"Oh well...it's just a stupid dress anyway...I'll wear this one instead"
"Alright. All better now"
"Mhmmm."
A few minutes later Angel and Collins emerged looking dazzling.
"Marky are you rea-"
What they saw made them wonder what could have happened to make Mark this way. There was mark, with a look of frozen terror on his face, in a fetal position, staring blankly at the wall. To this day he still has night terrors.