Later that night, Sophie returned to the Mile seeing Dean sitting at the desk. She tried to avoid looking at him since the incident earlier. She couldn't bring herself to look at him knowing that she agreed to fuck Percy to keep him quiet. She was sure he saw her as a whore, and maybe it was better that he did. He didn't need to know her as anything more than that. He didn't need to see her as the lady she could have been. He should only be looking at his wife.

"Sophie..." he said standing in the doorway of Paul's office as she was putting a set of keys back into his desk. He couldn't help staring at her.

"It's awfully quiet in here tonight." she said trying to make small talk as if they were strangers. "Where is everybody? And where's John?" she said as she pretended to tidy up Paul's office.

"Well, the fellas are off doing other things and John is in the restraint room."

"John's in the restraint room?! How did that happened?" she said feeling shocked because, to her, John was the most gentle and quiet guy she knew.

"I don't know. I guess something in him snapped. My guess is that he's just upset over Del's execution." Dean said knowing that it was a convincing lie because part of it was true. John had spent the entire day crying in his cell over it.

"I don't blame him. What that shit Percy did was unforgivable." she said with a shudder. "Well, I should be going. You have a nice night." she said as she turned to leave.

"Sophie, I need to talk to you." he said as he walked over to her. He was about to touch her, but she pushed him away avoiding the hurt look in his eyes she knew was there.

"Dean...don't. I'm not good for you. I'm a whore, you're a married man. Let's just try to forget that last night happened. Just go back to your wife and forget about me."

"I can't. I tried. God knows I've tried to forget about you, but I can't. When I kiss my wife, I think about kissing you. When I lie down next to her at night, I think about your body next to mine. I know it's wrong, and I know I'm sinning, but I can't stop thinking about you."

"You have to try, Dean. I don't want to ruin your life. I'm not a good woman. I use my body as a way to bargain with men. Hell, look what I've done with Percy."

"You didn't have a choice. I know that. I know you didn't want to do it, but you did it for me. But, you don't have to worry about that anymore. Paul and Brutal and Harry took care of him."

"What do you mean, they took care of him?"

"I lied when I said John was in the restraint room. It's Percy. It's a punishment for what he did to Del and a way to keep him quiet."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"

"Hal's wife is sick." he said as if that was going to explain everything, but Sophie was still confused. "You remember that miracle with the mouse?"

"Yeah..." she said thinking back to that day. It wasn't really that hard to remember. In fact, she couldn't stop thinking of witnessing that miracle. "Wait, did they sneak John out of here to heal her?"

"Yeah, they did." he said nodding with a smile.

"And Percy...why is he in the restraint room?"

"Like I said, payback for what he did to Del and we had keep him from knowing about this plan or he would squeal to everyone and all of our jobs would be on the line. Oh, and we took care of Wild Bill, too. Paul had thought up the idea of drugging him with morphine. He should be out for a while."

"Dean, that's all well and good, but I can't trust Percy to keep quiet about what happened...you know...between us by just locking him in a restraint room."

"So, what, are you going to fuck him again?! He's not going to stop. He's going to keep using that against you just so he could fuck you whenever he wants."

"Well, maybe he should. Dean, I'm not good for you. You know this. It's not fair to your wife or your kids. Besides, I think what you feel for me is just something you feel because of what I told you about what I used to be in the circus. You don't care about the real me. You just built this fantasy of having a woman that teases men into giving their money to see her tits and her cunt. I'm a whore..."

"You are not a whore, Sophie! Just because you did that doesn't make you a whore."

"What about the men I fucked?! What about that?! See, you didn't know about that at all. I seduced every one of those men into giving me what I wanted. I even seduced you. Now, you're in love. Don't you get it. It's an illusion to make you think I love you. I don't love you."

"I don't believe you. I know you didn't just seduce me. What you feel for me is real and I feel the same about you. I love you."

"You should be loving your wife. You should be with her and only her. I made a mistake. I didn't have much to lose, but you do. Please, forget about me. The only other person that should know about us, besides Percy, is God." she said as she turned away from him.

"You don't believe in God, remember? But, I know you believe in love." he said as he gripped her arm and, gently, turned her around to face him. He looked into her eyes before claiming her lips.

"Don't!" she said as she pulled away from him. "I've already made you sin once, don't do it again. It doesn't matter what I believe in or don't believe in. You believe in God. You believe in marriage. You believe in going to heaven or hell."

"I also believe in love. I married my wife because I thought I was in love with her, but I knew, even when we were first married, that I didn't love her as much as I thought I was going to. I thought, that, over time, I would love her, but I don't."

"You don't mean that. Dean...just...stop talking. You don't know what you're saying. You love your wife and you love your kids."

"You're right...I love my wife and I love my kids. But, I'm in love with you. I'm willing to sin as much as I can to be with you. All my life, I've been doing what was expected of me. I'm a good father. I provide for my family and take care of them. But...there's something in me that can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking of being with you. Maybe, I've been seduced, but I know you love me. Just say it and I'll leave you alone. You won't have to worry about me anymore. Just tell me that you love me because hearing that would be enough." he said as he got on his knees.

"Dean..." she said as she stared up at the ceiling. She didn't want to look into his eyes, because she knew she wouldn't be able to lie to him and tell him that she didn't love him. "I don't..." she said pausing when he gripped her hand forcing her facade to crumble. She knew, then, she couldn't lie to him. Tilting her head down, she stared into his eyes as she spoke. "I love you. I love you so much, it hurts. I don't want to give you up. I can't. I hate myself for what I'm doing to your marriage and what I've become, but...I want to be with you again. I hate being his selfish, but I can't help it...it's in my blood, I guess." she said as she thought of her mother. "Dean, I just have to ask...Are you sure about doing this? There's no turning back since that night, but if we do this...there's definitely no way back."

"I realize that, but I'm willing to risk it all for you. You're worth it." he said as he caressed her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. He claimed her sweet lips and, for once, wasn't met with resistance. He pulled back from the kiss and stared into her eyes. "If you're selfish, then so am I. And if that's wrong and sinful...I'd rather be that way with you."

"Oh, Dean..." she said before kissing him passionately. She almost moaned out loud when she felt his mouth latch onto her neck. They both jumped apart when they heard a loud snort coming from Wild Bill but he returned to snoring. Dean was about to kiss her neck again, but she stopped him. "Mn...Dean, not here." she said as she pulled away. "I want you, but not here. Meet me somewhere..."

"Where? When?" he said with enthusiasm. He gave up feeling wrong because he had already gone too far with her, and she was right about it being too late to turn back.

"Tonight...after your shift. I live in a small cottage near Toot's house, but he won't see you there. I'll be expecting you after your shift." she said as she gave him one last kiss. "Good luck with tonight and when I see you later on, tell me if that miracle happened or not."

"I will. I'll see you later on." he said as she left. A large part of him felt guilty for the lie he would have to tell his wife, but he couldn't deny the small part that yearned to be selfish.