"Roger..."
"mmmm?"
"Roger!"
"Shh." Roger whispered as Angels shirt and bra fell to the floor.
Angels body quivered as she felt Roger plant kisses along the scars on her back.
"I bet they were beautiful wings." Roger whispered between kisses.
"Roger, is this what you want?"
Without saying a word, he quickly turned her around, his lips hungrily meeting hers, as he pulled her into the bed with him. Rain struck hard against the balcony window, as the loud sound of thunder muffled Angels moans. Lust filled Roger completely as he felt Angels nails dig into his back as they became one. It would be hours before they both collapsed, sated and spent, all while R Dorothy Wayneright stood outside Rogers balcony window, audience to their carnal act.

Roger woke up expecting a beautiful, unpredictable blond in his arms. Instead, heavy, dreary chords invaded his ears from downstairs. Roger slowly got out of the bed and pulled on his robe, curious to why Dorothy was playing such a drab song.
"R Dorothy Wayneright! What's the meaning of this?"
"What do you mean Roger?"
"That song?"
"I learned a new song. Do you not like it?"
"I thought we had this discussion."
"Yes, we did Roger Smith." Dorothy said as she flipped away from the piano, landing tip toe first behind Roger before leaving the room.
"Dorothy!" Roger called angrily.

Ring ring!
Ring ring!
"Smith residence."
"h-hello? C-can I speak to the negotiator?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Um... M-my name is Claudette. Claudette Xavier."
"Ok, Mrs..."
"Miss, please."
"Do pardon, Miss Xavier, one moment please."
"Mr. Smith, a Miss Claudette Xavier is on the line to speak with you."
Roger quirked his brow, his thoughts being interrupted by the familiar name.
"Ok, thanks Norman."
"This is Roger Smith."
"H-hello Mr. Smith. I need your help, but we can't discuss this over the phone. Can you meet me in ten minutes at the downtown atrium?"