Note: Thank you to those who keep reviewing. Tell your friends! lol I crave the reviewage. Here's the next chap. Sorry it took so long, but finals are upon me.
Both Mark and Roger were aghast.
"What are you trying to say, Maureen? That you're a lesbian?" asked Mark.
"Well, no. I am still interested in men."
"So, you're bi?"
"I think so. I don't know! There was just something about her that blew me away!"
"Wait. Are you sure she's interested?" asked Roger.
"Of course she is! Who wouldn't be?" she asked, genuinely confused.
Mark and Roger exchanged a look.
"Why are you guys so shocked? I am not the only woman to change her sexual orientation. What's the big deal?"
"What's the big deal? For God's sake, Mo! How do you think I feel? My ex-girlfriend is now dating a woman! What was it?" asked Mark.
"C'mon Maureen. Was it the sex? Was he not good enough?" goaded Roger.
Maureen shot him an icy glare. Mark could only blush, his ears turning a deep shade of red. Maureen turned her attention back to Mark.
"For the record, I am not dating her yet. We just met a few hours ago. It was nothing you did." She gently caressed his cheek. "I still care about you," she said softly.
Roger rolled his eyes as an accompaniment to his derisive snort. Maureen ignored him. She leaned in to kiss Mark, but he pushed her away. He saw the hurt and confusion flash across her face. He didn't care anymore.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too. You've made your choice. It's over."
"Fine,' she spat out. "Have it your way."
Roger began applauding. Maureen turned on him.
"Go to Hell, Roger," she said menacingly before storming out the door and slamming it behind her.
Mark sighed heavily and removed his glasses.
"That took balls, man. I'm proud of you," Roger told him.
"Then why do I feel like shit?"
"It will pass. You're too nice. You let her schmuck you into going along with everything. It's about time you put her in her place."
"But all that stuff about her uncle…"
Bullshit," interjected Roger. "She is known for making up stories for sympathy. Even if it is true that doesn't mean she has a right to take advantage of you."
Mark flopped on the couch sending a faint cloud of dust into the air. He sneezed twice. "I know, but something tells me she wasn't making it up. I want to help her."
"She doesn't want help. Did you not see what she just pulled? She was trying to make you her sex buddy. As soon as she starts having problems with this chick, which will inevitably happen, she wants to make sure you'll be waiting for her. You don't want that."
"How do I get myself into these things?" moaned Mark.
Maureen made it to the bottom of the stairs before she lost it. For the second time in twenty minutes she cried. She hoped she wasn't starting a trend. Mark had never been so cold toward her. He certainly never refused any of her affection. He usually longed for it like a dog begging for table scraps. Maureen needed someone to talk to. She usually called Collins, but he was working. She pulled the business card out of her back pocket and stared at it.
"Well, Joanne, let's see if you're a good listener," Maureen whispered to herself. She returned the card to her pocket, wiped away the evidence of her tears, and took a deep breath.
"Thank God for no-run mascara," she thought as she began her search for a pay phone.