I'm working on it, a few more chapters and I will be done. Enjoy.

"Mark." Mimi moaned as I kissed her.

"Mhm?" Her heart was thumping against mine as we necked. The sexual tension was killing both of us; me especially. Then in the middle of the whole thing that was happening I had an epiphany, I stopped instantly.

"Mimi this is wrong, you know it is." She gazed up at me.

"I know, but I love you Mark. I love you."

"That is not true, you do not love me. You my dear love Roger, which is why we are going to stop this right now. " I felt guilty.

"But…"

"No 'but' come on Mimi do you honestly believe that this is right?"

"Mark I work at a club dancing for men who are not getting any from their girlfriends or wives. I do drugs, and I am 100 percent sure that I love you. Why don't you get that?" She almost sounded pained in her voice. I looked over toward the clock that now read, 2:43 P.M. She was almost right but that was not going to stop the immense amount of remorse I felt. I knew this would not end well on my part.

"No, not right now Mimi you are probably still in shock or something. You need to rest and clear your mind."

"Fine, but I'm going to call Angel to see if I need to do anything to clean my wound up a bit."

Mimi's POV

Mark, was wrong. I knew exactly what I wanted to have and it was him. I waited until Mark left, probably to find Roger, and called Angel. I picked up and dialed her number, more out of habit than memory.

"Hello, this is Angel; I'm not here at this time leave a message if you want." I hung up the phone, and changed into some clothes that I found in the closet. I was going to walk over to find Collins because I knew he would know where she would be. After making sure my side was nicely patched up I left.

Maybe, he doesn't love me back and that's why he is making such a big deal about it. I reflected to myself. It didn't make since though, Mark had always been tolerant of me, and we got along fine.

The next thought that crossed my mind was: He's scared. That also did not make since to me. Just because he was always the fifth wheel, he had always been sure of things like this. Take Maureen for example, she left him, but he was positive that he didn't want to be back with her. Nothing else made any since.

I finally arrived at Collins and Angel's apartment in Garden City.

"Who is it?" A voice came through the door.

"I'm looking for Angel or Tom" I paused "Collins, Tom Collins." The door opened, and Roger was staring right back at me.

"Mimi." He said bluntly. His eyes were red and puffy; he also looked like he hadn't any sleep.

"Roger." All he did was stare at me like I was infected with some sort of highly contagious disease, and if he did anything else I might attack him. "R-r-oger." I stumbled again.

"Why are you here Mimi? I thought you were with Mark." He said his name with disgust.