In an act of impulsiveness after the dream she had, Angie had sent Lucinda Scott an e-mail in Los Angeles telling her of some the past months events, leaving out the worse but telling her about Rollie. At first, she had been hesitant to do this in the e-mail, but then, she could never catch up with Luce. Even her answering machine cut her off in mid message.

"You got that wire thinga-majiggy?" she asked Rollie on location in Greenwich Village. The whole end of the alley and sidewalk in front of some stores on the west side of the street had been closed off.

"You mean this do-dad?" he answered, holding up a wire trigger with a syringe piston end to it. He was digging through his cases, busy with another idea as she took it without comment and attached the coil end to the connection for the creature.

"Hey Rol, the goop is coming out okay now," she told him as she pulled out the piston and the slime ran from the ghost-monster’s gaping hole for a mouth.

"Great, knew you could figure a way around that detail," Rollie said and he looked up finally, watching her tilt her head from side to side as the slime rolled down the monster’s wobbly chin. Sitting down on the ground, he touched her ankle with his hand and she looked down at him, perplexed.

"Should he be gooping like that for long?"

"Dunno…script calls for grotesque, drooling creature- and there he is…" Rollie told her squinting up at her, "Ange, what say we go over to Sullivan’s at lunch instead of the lunch van?"

"Um, okay- but you’re buying today. I have blown every cent on our lunches for the past 2 days," she told him, pushing the piston back and forth, as the goop poured out in generous quantities.

"OOHHHHMYSTARS…" came an unmistakable voice from behind them and both of them turned around in surprise as Lucinda Scott rushed over, squealing and grabbing first Angie, and then, a particularly long, giggly embrace with Rollie, whom she half pulled up on his feet from where he sat.

"Luce!! What brings you back to the best side of movie-making?" Rollie asked, genuinely happy to see her. Her long, brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and she looked as sleek and hyperactive as ever.

"Why, I heard there was going to be some bells ringing soon and I just couldn’t wait for the invitation, I had to come hear it from the horse’s mouth!" she said, putting her hands on her hips, and grinning from ear to ear.

Angie blushed, rolling her eyes around as Rollie turned and tightly grinned at her, "So, we’ve been busy on the Internet contacting old friends?"

"Just Luce, Rollie," Angie replied, softly as Lucinda caught the look between them.

"What? Don’t tell me- you guys haven’t told anyone yet?" She had that appalled acting face on and Rollie just shook his head and muttered something about the mouth of the south.

"Ah, well- see, it’s like this…" Angie began, a little embarrassed, "we haven’t really…."

"Really found time to square this all away yet!" Rollie chimed in, finishing her sentence.

"Good grief! You better get cracking, Rollie Tyler. I am between movies at the moment. Now is a good time for me." Lucinda giggled and smiled at Angie who wanted to disappear into the city street. One thing that Rollie and she had not discussed was anything to do with a date, or for that matter, an engagement. They had just concluded that there would be one day- a wedding.

"You know Rollie, my next job is a play- Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s Night Dream," Lucinda told him proudly, "I’ve got a wondrous part!"

"Puck?" he asked whimsically as Angie snorted, and quickly put her hand over her mouth and nose.

"Let’s just say that I get this wonderful line and it is fitting for you two- that you will be entering ‘a world-without-end bargain’ soon," she told them both as Angie shook her head, wishing she had never e-mailed Lucinda.

"Right, well- Luce, we were just breaking for lunch and going over to Sullivan’s- want to come?" Rollie asked politely as Angie’s eyes widened.

"I’d love to, Rollie, darlin’ but you see- I came to town also to see a producer about another play- you know, Broadway?" Lucinda squealed and Angie hugged her, wishing her the best of luck.

"Break a leg, Luce. Hope you will stop by the loft and give us a catch-up, eh?" Rollie told her, hugging her as well.

"Oh, now- you know I will, gotta go- ta ta!" she told them both and off she went, running with little tiny strides in some outrageous heels she wore.

"Ange- you’re paying for lunch!" Rollie told her then, and she shrugged her shoulders and made a face at him.

Mira Sanchez was gunning for Rollie. She knew they were on location in the village and since she was so close, she decided she would go and give him a piece of her mind for interfering in her personal life and getting Michael so riled up. She parked her unmarked patrol car and strolled up to the movie barricade showing her badge. Once she found out that Rollie and Angie were eating at Sullivan’s, she made a bee-line for the rundown, semi-seedy tavern not far from the location. She found them, in a darkened corner eating and laughing about some movie stunt they had performed.

"Hey Angie, hello Mr. Tyler," she greeted them coolly and Angie immediately said; "uh oh!"

"Mira! How are you today?" Rollie asked, smiling and offering her a seat at their table.

"Oh, about how you would expect, let’s see… after I threw Michael to the ground for trying to come on to me the other night and then finding out that you had something to do with this notion he has in his head…"

"Whoa there- Mira! I did not give him a notion- he had it long before I met you," Rollie protested.

"Can it! Don’t you get it? The man left me- without a word! He jumps back into my life- wants a relationship again. Do you know how much he hurt me, Rollie?" she asked, her dark eyes, glittering in the darkened room by the table lamp.

"Yeah, I do. But Mira- give him another chance. He really wants to do right by you, you know that!"

She folded her hands across her chest and let out a giant "humph!" and "that will be the day!"

Angie, in an attempt to make peace between them, interrupted; "Mira, what do you think about the color of amethyst for a long gown?"

"It’s got possibilities," Mira replied without missing a beat and staring Rollie down who grinned and put his hands behind his head, leaning back in his seat.

Angie smiled. Rollie looked over to her, knowing where she was coming from and winked. Mira’s cellphone rang and she snapped it open, barking her name out and frowning as she put the receiver to her ear.

"Okay, I’ll be right there," she told the voice on the other end and then got up, staring down at the couple, "this isn’t over, Rollie. The man follows me around now like a little puppy. It’s not dignified."

Rollie laughed and Angie scooped up her last chip, chased it down with her spring water and stood up herself, "hey Rol, gotta go back to the loft. I need to get those sequence papers for the scene coming up."

"Yeah, yeah- the two of you run along!" he told them, waving them off as they smiled and left. Rollie finished his beer and looked over at a woman who had been sitting at the bar, trying to catch his attention since he and Angie had come in earlier.

She was nice-looking, auburn haired and had a definite ‘come hither’ look to her. She moistened her lips and he caught himself doing the same. That disturbed him for a fleeting second and he got up from the table in an effort to leave but she got up and stood in front of him, blocking his exit.

"Excuse me, Mr. Rollie Tyler?" she asked, her voice, low and flowing.

"Yeah?" he asked, curious about this woman. He felt somewhat attracted to her as she slipped her arm into his and began walking with him toward the door.

"I wanted to meet you actually. I was watching you on the set earlier and was eating here, and by coincidence- you had lunch here yourself. My name is Dorinda Bailey," she said, a little breathless as they stepped out into the afternoon sun.

"Well, nice to meet you, Ms. Bailey. Why did you want to meet me, exactly?" Rollie asked, her arm brushing his lightly as she kept close by his side.

"I’m impressed with your work. I have a little company of my own, uptown. It’s a very rare service that my company does for its clients," she continued.

Rollie was intrigued. He couldn’t get over how attracted he was to her and how all of the sudden, Angie seemed a million miles away. "What kind of service does your company do?"

"Let’s just say- we cater to exotic pleasures," she said, in a whisper as he smelled her light, musk perfume as her lips came close to his ear.

"Oh? And what is it that impresses you about my work?" he asked her as they stopped under a shop awning a few steps away from Sullivan’s.

"I believe that you can help me out of a, shall we say- sticky situation?" she told him, her voice deepening and husky.

"And, how did you know about me- my, ah- work?" Rollie asked again, his pulse quickening as she remoistened her full lips and looked up at him with emerald-green eyes under dark, long lashes.

"We have a common acquaintance. I believe you and he know each other rather well. It was his recommendation that I contact you and as I have observed from watching you this morning and seeing you here now- I know that you can help me," she continued, touching his hand slightly with her well-manicured, long nails softly scraping his skin.

Rollie swallowed hard. He didn’t know what to say next as her physical presence was intoxicating…her whole being exuded a sultry, prowling wantonness.

"Well, are you going to help us or not, Rollie, my boy?"

The cantankerous, infectious voice of Dingo Tyler came from behind him, startling him out of the woman’s spell over him.