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Notes: SOOOOO sorry, I had to make some changes to the original post so am reposting now. A very special thank you to i heart scawny Jewish boys for all your help, and your review. It totally makes more sense now. hehe.

As promised. Here is the next installment of my wonderful story. -rolls eyes- J/k, on the wonderful part anyway. I was originally gonna just have this chap be nothing but letters, but I couldn't do that to my boys. Wouldn't be fair to my Marky. And Marky deserves the world. But we all know he'll settle for Rog. hehe. Thank you all again for your previous reviews. Another special thanks to fraulein who's been awesome with the reviews. Love ya babe.

And awaaaaaay we go........

First Trip To The City

September 13, 1987

Hey Mark,

Things suck out here. My dad's been trying so hard to be my friend, and when I don't give in, he tries to act like a father. Pffft, like I'm gonna listen to him. I don't even want to be here. The school's not so bad though. It's definitely different. How's my mom? Is she doing okay? Mark, do me a favour and check up on her every once in a while. Make sure she's not overworking herself okay. And make sure she gets enough sleep.

How are things there? Is Scott still giving you a hard time? He better not. Tell him if I find out he's being an asshole to you, I'll kick his ass. How's the rest of the guys? Are they still playing together? They better. They have to keep practicing until I get back so we can get some gigs next summer. That's if I can come back there for the summer.

How are you Marky? I really miss you. I've already made a couple of friends from my classes. They're pretty cool. Not like any of you guys out there, but cool nonetheless. Man Marky, this just isn't fair. I should be hanging at my mom's house with you, attempting to do my homework, even though all we'd be doing is making out, instead of here with my so-called father not doing anything at all.

I hate him. I hate it here. I hate not being with you. I want to come home. I want to wake up from this fucked up nightmare I somehow got stuck in. Or at least have you here. Then at least things would be easier to deal with.

Well Marky, it's getting pretty late and I've gotta get up early tomorrow for school. Hey is your mom still gonna let you come visit me? If so, let me know when so I can figure out the perfect place where we can hang out so we're not stuck at my dad's place. I miss you Mark. Take care of yourself.

-Rog

September 17, 1987

Dear Rog,

It's so good to hear from you. Things are going pretty well out here considering I'm still the biggest nerd in school. But my mom's still on this cool kick and has allowed me to get a decent hair cut from a real barber. No more bowl cut. Woohoo. So my hair's like way short. But it looks really good. Well, that's what Frankie and Donny tell me. Scott's still not to fond of me, but the other guys have actually kinda sorta taken me under their wings. I've got two classes with Frankie, one class with Scott, and one class with Donny.

You're mom's doing alright considering the situation. She's been working double shifts a lot lately. I guess it's just her way of coping. I had actually gone to see her a few days before I received your letter. She looks like she hasn't had much sleep so I made her dinner and then sent her to bed. I went in your room too. I just miss you so much Rog and I wanted it to feel like old times. Unfortunately, it wasn't the same.

I'm doing okay I guess. I could be better. I would be better if you were here with me or I was there with you. Oh, by the way, how was your birthday? I know you don't want to be there, but did your dad at least do something nice for you? Or at least get you something? I hope so. I hope you like the birthday card I sent. I tried not to get you anything to sweet, so I thought this one would be perfect for you.

I'll try to send a picture of me with my new hair cut using the school camera. Yes, I'm still the photographer of the yearbook. The teacher was so impressed with my photos last year, she requested for me to be in the class to take the pictures. How cool is that? My mom was actually impressed with my photos too, after I showed her what I'd done for the yearbook. Since she's still on this cool kick with me, I thought it'd be the perfect opportunity to do so. She still thinks I shouldn't exactly pursue anything in photography, but she told me she might get me a camera for Chanukah which would be totally cool. What I'd really like to do though is get into filming. But you already knew that.

So you've already made some friends huh? I hope you haven't met anyone to replace me. Just kidding. Well not really, but you know what I mean. I really miss you Rog. I miss just hanging out, and of course making out, but that's a whole other story.

Oh, the guys have been practicing just so you know. But I overheard Scott mentioning something about getting a new lead singer. Then again, I could be wrong so don't quote me on it. If you'd like I can talk to the other guys about it to make sure?

My mom says yes, we're still gonna be making a trip out there. Not exactly sure when though. All we need is directions on how to get there. Also, your dad better let you come back here for the summer or I'll have to go over there and kick his ass. Yeah right, me? Can you imagine that? Neither can I. But it was a funny thought.

Okay, I hear my mom yelling lights out so I gotta go. I miss you Roger, and can't wait to see you.

Love,
Mark

October 1, 1987

Hey Marky,

Hey, sorry for not writing sooner, but I figured since we just talked on the phone last week, I didn't have to write. But I'm writing now. It was so good to hear your voice. It was the only thing that's been keeping me sane in this fuckin' hellhole.

My dad took me out to this place called the Life Café the other day, and it was so different from the usual joints we go to eat at. They have like health food. Eww! My dad's a vegan or something like that. A mega vegetarian. It's kinda weird. I've never known anyone to eat nothing but health food. And no meat. How can anyone not eat meat? It's just totally weird.

I'm glad to hear you've managed to talk my mom into cutting her hours down. She doesn't need to be working so hard. And thank you again for taking care of her for me. I wish I could be there to do that, but no. I have to be here. With fuckhead. Hey, I forgot to ask you when we talked last week, could you stay with her a couple nights every once in a while? Just to keep her company. I mean if it's okay with your mom.

I love the new hair cut by the way. Makes you look even cuter than I remember you. Hey, did you get new glasses too? Oh, and the scarf looks really great on you. I'm glad you liked it. And the pants you gave me are so comfortable. I wear them practically everyday. And not just for bed. They're a little big on me too, but I'll grow into them eventually.

Oh, thanks for the info on the guys. I really miss them too. I'm glad to know what you heard was just a misunderstanding. Cuz otherwise I'd have to find a way there to kick some ass. Hey, tell Scott to be home when I call him. Every time I call him, he's not home. I asked Donny to tell him, but I'm not sure if he did. Tell him to expect my call in a couple days, okay? Thanks Marky.

Okay, I've got to cut this short cuz I'm writing this in class and the bells about to ring. I miss you Marky. Talk with you soon.

-Rog

October 5, 1987

Dear Rog,

My mom and I have come up with a date to head out that way. We'll be coming out next weekend. Will that be cool? That way you have enough time to set up a place for us to go. Oh, and she's agreed to drop me off there so you and I can hang out alone. Isn't that great? She'll be picking me back up on Sunday so we'll have two whole days with each other. Your dad won't mind will he? Is there anything you want me to bring?

The Life Café you say? Sounds actually kinda cool. Can we go there when I come to visit? Just so I can see what you mean about the health food. I always like to check out and try new things. You know, when I get a chance.

You always know how to make me blush. It's not fair. What makes you blush? I mean truly blush. It's only fair I know what makes you blush since you know what makes me blush. But thank you. I'm glad you like the new do. And yes, I did get new glasses. You are the only one who noticed. But that's all that matters.

My mom doesn't mind I stay with your mom a couple nights here and there. In fact, she encourages me to. She's been visiting your mom too. They've become pretty good friends. She been inviting your mom over for dinner once a week. It's become somewhat of a family tradition. So to speak. I think your mom likes my mom's cooking. At least somebody does.

Speaking of cooking, it's dinnertime so I've gotta go. By the way, it was great hearing your voice too. Can't wait to hear it again. Or to see you.

Love,
Mark

P.S. I told Scott about you calling him, and he just snubbed me. He really doesn't like me. But I told him. So he should be expecting your call. Okay, bye.

My mom and I prepare for my first trip to the city. It'll take us almost an hour to drive out there. And that depends solely on the traffic. I'm extremely excited. I haven't seen Roger in nearly two months. This is gonna be so great. It's gonna be greater than great. It's gonna be awesome. I can't wait to hold him in my arms after all this time. To kiss him on the lips, to see that gorgeous smile again. We're gonna have a blast.

The trip took about as long as I had anticipated due to the traffic. And the longer the drive, the more I just couldn't wait to get there. But we finally arrive at Roger's dad place. We see Roger waiting outside waving us down. My lips form the biggest smile possible. My mom stops the car right in front of him.

"Well hello Roger. How have you been?" My mom smiles at him.

He smiles back. "I've been doing okay. Better though now that you guys are here. It's so good to see some familiar faces."

I jump out of the car with immense vigor, but hold back from mounting Roger. I grab my backpack from the back seat while Roger and my mom finish up there conversation. I make my way to the driver's side window and give my mom a kiss goodbye. After watching her drive away, waiting for her to be completely out of sight, I literally jump into Roger's arms and he wraps them around my waist.

"Oh my god, I've missed you soooooooo much." Before he can respond, my lips meet his. Oh how I've missed this too.

He gently sets me down and pulls away. He was beaming. "I've missed you more."

"No way. It's not possible."

"Oh yeah. It's very possible." He lifts me into his arms again spinning me like in some cheesy romance movie. I didn't mind. Not in the least. Then kisses me once again. There's gotta be some way I can stay here with him and never go back. Not unless he comes with me.

"Let's get inside, it's freezing out here." He suggests after a few minutes of making out right there on the street. I agree with him and we make our way up some stairs to the third floor of the building his father lives in.

"My dad's not home yet. He said he has to meet someone after he gets off work today, so we've got the apartment to ourselves till at least 11 o'clock tonight."

"Sweet. So what do you wanna do?" I ask like I don't already know what he's thinking.

"Hmm, I have some ideas. But I'm hungry, so let's have some dinner first."

"You're always hungry Rog. I swear, you eat more than my entire family combined. Where the hell does it all go?"

"My feet." He chuckles and I actually look down at his feet, setting myself up once again, and he laughs even harder.

"You never fail to entertain me Marky."

I'm not to close to him so I decide to stick my tongue out at him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Did you forget what happened last time?" He chomps down on his teeth and I wince pulling my tongue back. That could really hurt. He laughs at me... again. Jackass.

Roger surprised me tonight with a full meal for dinner. I guess being here with his dad isn't all bad. He's learning how to cook. And quite well I might add. He made this delicious pot roast with red potatoes, onions, carrots, and red bell peppers. It was fantastic. And made from scratch even. It was very shocking.

"Where did you learn to cook like this Rog? It's awesome."

"Thank you Marky. Actually I found the recipe in an old tin I had found in one of the top cupboards in the kitchen. I'm betting they used to be my grandma's. And since my dad's a health nut, the vegetables were already in the fridge. I had to practically beg him to get me some meat. I'm not sure what changed his mind, but the roast was in the fridge when I got home from school. So I thought it'd be fun to make an actually dinner."

"Well I'm very astounded. I mean, wow. You... that was awesome Rog."

He smiles brightly, and I think he actually blushes. Yep, his cheeks have a little color to them. Then again it could just be the warmth in the room from the heater blasting, and the over having been on. "Thanks a lot Mark." He lowers his head then clears his throat stepping away from me. I think I got him to blush. Score: Mark one, Roger zero.

"Rog, let me do the dishes okay? You made dinner, it's only fair."

His head shoots up. "Go for it. I hate doing the dishes." That didn't take much convincing. "While you get those done, I'll take your stuff to my room."

I hate doing dishes too, but at least my mom has a dishwasher. Here I have to do them by hand. I guess it's not so bad, but my hands are all pruned now. Roger comes back out of his room after I've done about half of the dishes.

"You're not done yet? What's taking you so long? I'd of been done by now."

"That's only 'cause you do a half ass job. I wash them thoroughly."

"That's true. But I can think of doing something much more fun than doing the dishes." He embraces me from behind, draping his arms around mine, kissing softly at the nape of my neck. I drop the dish in my hand into the water, blushing slightly.

"Why don't you help me finish the dishes, then we can go to your room."

"Ah, but I want to go to the room now. C'mon Marky." I feel myself being tugged away from the kitchen sink towards the bedroom. I can't resist Roger, no matter how hard I try.

"You're incorrigible you know that?"

"Yeah I know. You tell me that all the time. So what's your point?"

I roll my eyes and he draws me into the grasp of his lips. An array of kisses infiltrate my mouth. My body shivers with a lust so sensational I almost wish this could be more. But I know I'm not ready for that. I know Roger wouldn't be either. Not after him telling me on more than one occasion that he isn't really gay. That's okay though. I don't mind taking it slowly.

The hours pass by so swiftly we lose all track of time. We didn't even hear the door to the apartment open or realize anyone had come in until I notice someone standing in Roger's bedroom doorway. OH SHIT! The figure at the door is definitely a man. Roger's dad. DAMNIT! His jaw dropped widely, almost cartoon-like.

Roger's laying atop me, his shirt is off, my shirt off, exploring each other's physical being. "Uh Rog," I whisper, tapping him lightly on his shoulder. "Rog, you might wanna stop."

He leans up looking down at me. "What?"

I don't say a word. I just simply point in the direction of the man standing in the doorway. He turns around to see why the look on my face is almost horrific. His jaw drops as well. I slip up from under him sitting up. Roger looks mortified.

The entire room is silent for nearly five minutes. So silent you could hear a pin drop from a mile away were it not for the boisterous sounds emanating from the big city. Even at this late hour it's still pretty loud. And no one's moved either. I'm even afraid to breathe. I definitely don't want to be the one to break the silence. I'm afraid if I do, I'll be the first person to be yelled at.

Finally, the moments of silence is broken by Roger's father, who has taken a step into the room. He doesn't look angry, just surprised. "Uh, Roger? Is there something you want to tell me?"

That's when another man, a shorter man with short blonde hair, dressed in pink vinyl pants, and a sleeveless pink hyper color tank top, steps up behind his dad. Who's that? "Hey dear... whoa what's going on here? The tension in this room could be cut with a knife." That's when the other man spies us. "Oh. Oh. OH! Whoa." Strangely though, he smiles at us.

"Shhh, not now." His dad tells the other man. I think the tension in the room just became more intense. One that can't be cut even with the sharpest knife.

The other man doesn't listen and pushes his way into the room. "Oh you must be Roger. Your father's told me so much about you." He extends his hand to Roger, who does nothing but stare at him confusingly. The man draws back his hand but holds his smile. "Well, you're definitely the spitting image of your father. It's uncanny how much the two of you look alike. You'd think you were twins." The man giggles awkwardly.

"And who might you be?" He asks me thwarting the tension away from Roger. I don't know if I should say anything so I don't, so the man walks back over to Roger's father, who's made his way completely into the room.

"John, why didn't you tell me your son was gay too?" Too? Wait a minute. Roger's dad is... gay? Hold on a minute. I think I missed something.

"I'm not gay!" Roger blurts out suddenly. All eyes shift to him.

"That's not what it looks like to me." The other man states. I couldn't help but blush. Roger on the other hand, is furious. This is not gonna be pretty.

"Michael, please. You've said enough. Please just, go into the other room and wait for me there." The man exits the room without saying another word.

I think maybe I should go with him. I slide my legs off the bed as slowly as possible. I'm worried that if Roger feels me move, he may go off on me. That's the last thing I want right now. I make it, and once off the bed I apply my shirt over my head and inch my way towards the door.

I slip out unnoticed, walking to the fairly furnished living room. I'm greeted by the other man, Michael I believe his name is. He smiles cordially at me. I oblige him with one of my own. My smile however, is more of a uneasy one.

"Hello. I take it your Roger's friend?" Michael starts breaking the ice.

I walk to the leather couch that's been positioned against the wall close to the kitchen and take a seat. "Yeah. I'm Mark Cohen."

"Nice to meet you Mark Cohen, my name's Michael." He extends his hand to me. I grab hold of it shaking it lightly.

"So, Mark Cohen, how long have you and Roger been a couple?" Wow, this guy's really forward. It's kinda cool, but a little weird.

"Well, I wouldn't really say we're a couple, but he is my best friend, and..." I trail off not really sure where to go with this.

"You certainly looked like a couple in there."

"Damnit Roger, don't judge me. I'm not the only one here with a secret." Michael and I jerk our heads up hearing Roger's dad yell.

"I TOLD YOU, I'M NOT GAY!!!"

"I think it's going to be a long night." Michael mentions. "Hey, do you smoke? I could really use a cigarette, and I think it'd be a good idea to go outside for a while. You know, get out of this war zone."

I've smoked a few times before with Roger, but not as a habitual thing. But what the hell. Right now would probably be a good time for one anyway. "Yeah, let's go have that cigarette."

Oh shit, Roger took my coat in his room and there's no way in hell I'm going back in there for it. Michael senses my distress and throws me his coat. "Here kid. You look like you'll need this more than I will."

"Thanks. Are you sure? I mean, I'll be..."

"It's fine. I've got my sweater. C'mon." The coat is to big for me, then again most stuff is, but very comfortable, and warm.

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!!" That's the last thing we hear as we exit the apartment via the fire escape.

"Roger sounds pretty upset." He lights two cigarettes and hands me one.

"Thanks. I'd say he's a lot more than upset." I take a drag off the cigarette and cough harshly.

"You're not a smoker are you?"

"How could you tell?"

"Hmm, could be the fact that you didn't inhale and yet you still coughed." He chuckles.

"Oh." My face reddens as usual.

"You're a cutie Mark Cohen. I can see why Roger likes you." That just makes me blush even harder.

"Thanks, I think. And you can call me Mark."

"Alright Mark. And you're welcome. So how old are you Mark?"

I take another drag of the cigarette, lightly this time and inhale. Hey whatdaya know, I didn't cough. "Thirteen."

"You're just a young'n. I remember when I was thirteen. Long, long time ago. I had this boyfriend who was to afraid to admit he was gay, and didn't want anyone to know about us."

"That sounds like Roger."

"So then he is your boyfriend?" Damn, caught off guard.

"Yeah, I guess so. But he won't ever admit it. He's to afraid of what other's will think of him."

"I understand all to well. Rick was the same way. We hid our relationship for three years before he finally came out. Then we dated openly for another three years before he found someone else. I was so in love with him too. But he broke my heart. I never let him know how it really made me feel and I lost him for good. If only I had told him how much it hurt, and told him I was still in love with him, we'd probably still be together."

Why is this guy telling me all this? Isn't it strange how some guy I've never met is telling me his life story? I finish my cigarette and continue to listen to his story.

"Last I heard he died. Never found out what caused it, but I understand he went through hell before dying."

"That's terrible. Did you go to his funeral?" I didn't know what else to say.

"No. I was to frightened to. I visited his grave after a few months, and just cried."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's alright. I don't harp on it anymore. That was a couple years ago. I've been seeing John, Roger's dad for several months now. He's really great."

"Roger doesn't seem to think so. He thought his dad abandoned him, and didn't care."

"Yeah I'd feel the same way if..."

"C'mon Mark, we're getting the fuck outta here." Roger had opened the window leading to the fire escape.

"Go, where would we go? I don't have any money, and there's no where else for us to go."

"We'll go stay at a motel. C'mon Mark. NOW!" Damn Roger, don't be so demanding.

"Go on kid. Take care of yourself, and take care of Roger, alright?" Michael's final words to me were very comforting. I smile at him and enter the apartment to gather my stuff.

We leave the apartment, entering the extremely cold, late night streets of New York City. Probably not a good idea since neither of us know where we're going or what the hell we're doing. Oh shit, I just realized I never gave Michael his coat back. Well, I guess I'll give it back to him next time I see him, or give it to Roger's dad to give to him.

Roger doesn't say a single word to me the whole time we're wandering the dark streets. I wrap the coat I borrowed from Michael tightly around me. It's so warm. It's cool looking too. It's kind of a plaid with a really comfortable wool lining. No wonder it's so warm.

I'm tempted to start a conversation with him, but if I do, he might bite my head off. I just wish he'd start talking to me first. That way this journey wouldn't feel so awkward. So... lonely.

Car lights are heading our way. I move out of the way but Roger keeps walking. I yank his coat pulling him away from the street. It may have been a mistake to do so, but I'd rather incur his wrath then see his body splattered all over the city streets.

He pulls away from me but doesn't say anything. You're welcome Roger. Damn. Get over yourself. The car pulls up beside me and I back away. Who the hell could this be? I don't recognize the car. What if it's someone trying to kidnap us? Or worse... rape us.

"You boys should really go back to the apartment." A familiar voice. Michael. Whew. I walk to the driver's side to talk with him. Roger just keeps walking. Stubborn ass.

"I would, but Roger's so damn stubborn. I don't think he even knows where he's going. And it'll be a pain in the ass to try and convince him to go back." (Line provided by i heart scrawny Jewish boys... Thank you love)

"Get in and we'll do our best." I hop into the passenger's side of car and he drives really slowly following behind Roger.

"Oh, I forgot to give you your coat before I left." I begin removing the garment when he stops me.

"Keep it. It doesn't look right on me anyway. But it looks great on you."

"Really? Thanks." That's totally awesome. He's really cool.

"Don't mention it kid. You know, you remind me a lot of me at thirteen. Whatever you do, always take care of Roger. You may not know this, and he may not know this himself, but he really needs you in his life. I could tell right away when I saw the two of you that you will be the source of his strength. And he you. Don't ever let anything get in the way of your friendship. Even if your relationship doesn't work out, always be there for him as a friend."

"I will. I promise."

"Don't promise me, promise yourself."

I nod though not quite sure what he means. He pulls up beside Roger and I crawl to the backseat and stick my head out the window on the driver's side. "Come on Rog, get in the car. We can calmly discuss what happened back at the apartment. Please Rog."

Again he just ignores me. Urgh! Why does this boy have to be so damn stubborn? I urge Michael to stop the car and get out, telling him to follow behind us. I run up to Roger and grab his shoulder. If he gets pissed, he gets pissed.

I flip him around to face me. "Damnit Roger. Stop acting like a fucking child."

He's stunned by my actions and my words, and nearly stumbles over. I guess I grabbed him harder than I thought.

"You... you don't understand Mark." He's surprisingly unperturbed.

"What don't I understand? Tell me Roger. Come on, you know you can tell me anything. Please don't shut me out Rog. I... I..." Why are those words so hard to say?

"You what Mark?"

"This is really hard for me to say to you 'cause well, I'm afraid you won't feel the same way."

His usual cynical temperament comes to light. "Wait, let me guess," Even though it's freezing out here, my palms are sweating. "You love me right?"

Thank goodness it's dark out. He can't see the embarrassment on my face.

"Isn't that what you were gonna say Mark?" Before I can answer he continues. "Well don't okay. I don't want to hear it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a motel to find. And if you don't want to come with me, then fine. Find somewhere else to go." He sets off. Where the hell is all this coming from? I didn't do anything to him.

I want to cry right there, but hold back. I got myself into this, now I have to face it. Be strong Mark, be strong. "You know what? Fuck you Roger."

He stops dead in his tracks and turns around. His mouth is open in awe. I'm in awe myself. Did I actually just say that?

He darts towards me like he's gonna pummel me to the ground. I don't move. This is the first time I've ever stood up for myself. If I get my ass kicked then so be it. But at least I'll still have my dignity when it's all over.

He stops inches from my face. I can feel his hot breath on my forehead and nose. He glares fiercely into my frightened eyes. I hold my own. I don't let him intimidate me no matter how much I just want to crouch down and curl into a little ball. That's when he grips my thin arms with his large hands, squeezing them forcefully, painfully. I wince from the throbbing, but hold steadfast. What is he gonna do to me?

His eyes soften suddenly, but his grip doesn't. What is he gonna do now? He draws me closer to him, lifting me up by my arms. Oww! Why is he doing this? He presses his lips roughly against mine. Part of me wants to struggle out of his grip and push him abrasively against the ground. The other part of me wants to melt in his arms melding my body with his.

His grasp loosens considerably. I nearly fall to the ground, but he catches me, never removing his lips from mine. The kiss becomes more tender and definitely passionate. I don't know whether to be delighted or livid. What should I do?

He answers that question for me. So to speak. "Mark, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have gotten pissed like that."

"It's okay Rog. My arms will heal eventually." I didn't mean for that to sound as contemptuous as it did.

"I'm not just talking about that. But I'm sorry for hurting your arms too. It's just..."

"I know Rog. It's okay."

"And you? When did you grow a pair? I've never seen you stand up like that to anyone. Especially me. I'll have to make sure not to pick on you so much. You might just end up kicking my ass." I roll my eyes.

"C'mon Rog. Let's go back to the apartment and talk this all out rationally and calmly. Michael's waiting over there in his car."

"Who's Michael?"

"I'll tell you that when we get back."

What do you guys think? Roger's dad gay? And Did Michael remind you of anyone? hehe. Sneaky me. J/k. I'll explain more of the fight 'tween Rog and father in next chapter, but knowing how smart all my wonderful readers are (cuz you guys are cool like that), you probably figured it out from the little spurts. I love you guys. Also, whatya guys think of the letters 'tween Rog and Marky? Cute? Lame? Somewhere in between? Okay, I'll let you guys review now. I appreciate all of you sticking with me thus far. More fun to come. If I can clear up my mild case of writer's block which has befallen me after writing this chapter. hehe. Okay, I'm done now, I swear. Thanks all you guys. Rock on.