It was a beautiful dia in New York , I looked at Michael while he slept , looking so sexy. His lips so full and sexy , his bare chest with a pair of hard , rose rosa, -de-rosa nipples , his stomach was so smooth , he had the most nicest six pack. His hair rested on his shoulders , his arms were complemented with the most beautiful triceps ever. I crawled ontop of him , feeling his hardness against me. I moved the curls in his face away as I leaned in , my hair falling down to the side of my face. My lips pressed against his. I laid my hand on his cheek , my tongue entering his mouth as he moaned. I started to kiss him , giving him a morning wake up call. I went down his chest , suckling his ripe nipples and beijar his chest. I felt a hand touch my body "Good morning." Michael chuckled , slowly opening his eyes while I smiled as we kissed. We got ready and drove to my house. Michael dropped me off "Love you , Nesha." He kissed my forehead as I kissed his cheek "Love you mais , Michael" I walked away and went into the house. I really wanted to know why he dropped me off , usually he'd come in the house and then go out. I guess this time he had a big killing to do. Isis was gone. I guess I was the only one in the house , I turned up the radio loud and started to put on a pair of boxers and a tank topo, início and some socks. I was dancing and sliding around the house , yelling out the lyrics I barely know to the song to my hair brush. I skipped , jumped , leaped , and yelled like a wild animal was in me "I'm dancing with myself. Oh , oh , oh-oh. Oh , oh , uh-ooooooh." I sung loudly as the door opened. I kept on cantar "I went all all over the wo-orld. I've seen many types of gir-irls. I no one to dance with for that wonderful chance with. So I'm dancing with myself! Oh , oh , uh-oh!" I sung as I turned around with my eyes closed and a smile on my face. I opened them up and the smile faded. Michael was at the door , clapping his hands smiling at me , I was embarrassed. I was standing before him in all my glory , embarrassed "That was a lovely performance. Bravo , bravo. Encore! Encore!" He smiled as I turned the música down and laughed nervously "You. Watched me the whole time?" I asked as he walked up to me "Not really. I just came in and saw you putting on a sexy show." He kissed my neck and walked to the cozinha as I blushed. He called my dancing sexy. I smiled "No one's ever said that about my dancing. I'm not a sensational dancer." I said as he was cooking breakfast again "Yeah. But that's why it's so sexy. You have your own way of doing things. Especially dancing." Michael chuckled. Michael gave me a plate of eggs and sat down beside me. He had a guilty look on his face "What's wrong? Something bothering you?" I asked as he held my hand and looked up at me "I'm afraid that this will be the last time we'll be together." Michael whispered , a tear running down his face "Wait , what are you saying?" I looked confused.
He kissed my palm "I'm turning myself in." Michael said as I quickly rose up from my chair "No!" I yelled as he held me tight "Nesha. I have to. They'll keep me in for 5 years instead of 20. And you don't want that." He said as I pushed him away "Michael , no. I just can't. I don't want to lose you." I said while he followed me into the room "Nesha , I don't want to go either but I have to! I belong there , you know I do!" He yelled as I yelled back "Michael! I just don't want you to be in jail! I don't want anything to happen to you!" "Why!? I belong there! Or do you wanna go too,huh!?! You must like being raped por people now,huh!?!" I looked up at him "What. The fuck. Did you just say?" I was pissed now "I said. You must like being raped now. Especially if I didn't kill him." He said as I slapped him "You need help." I said "He raped me because of you! Not because I didn't want to! It was because of you! You're always get into some shit! Then I'm punished for it! You're a real asshole , Michael , really!" I screamed as he looked at me in shock "Then why don't you want me to go?" He asked softly as I turned around "Because my mother died in jail! It was her last dia in jail , and she was happy to. The ward gave her her stuff. And when she walked away pass the gate. She was dead. She was shot por one of the inmates that raped her. That's why I don't want you to leave." I said while he looked at me with sincere eyes "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that about you." Michael whispered as I fell to my knees. I cried so hard while Michael ran to the rescue "Don't go. Please don't." I sobbed as he held me tight "I have to. Just be strong for me. Just be strong." He helped me up as we walked to his truck and I drove to the jail. I couldn't see him in here , I couldn't bare the image of him in handcuffs , I felt numb and blue. Michael touched me "Nesha , I'll always amor you. Okay?" He said as I nodded my head , a tear falling down my face. We were at the entrance and Michael was getting ready to leave me. The officers handcuffed him and walked away with him "MICHAEL! MICHAEL!" I screamed while getting out of the truck and running to him. Three of the guards had to hold me and take me to the truck. I watched Michael leave me as I cried hard while driving home. When I got there , I got a bottle of wine and started drinking every ounce of it. I was depressed and scared. I didn't want no one to help me. I stayed in my room the whole dia without changing a piece of clothing or showering. I couldn't do anything without him now that he's gone. I barely lived a life.