Post Trial Era (2005) / October 2005 Londres Visit

I wrote an artigo on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the artigo for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began composição literária with my título being 'It's about time!' and started telling the opinion filled story of my bad boy's story. I wrote about the way I felt and how it affected me , I had to lie. This what I wrote:
When I herd from a friend that this heinous criminal had turned himself in , I shouted hallelujah! Thank God he turned himself in. You rarely hear criminals turning themselves in. He probably...

(I'm so sorry to continue my strory now, so late, I was really busy... I just hope you like it =D)


The seguinte morning, I woke up, I was alone on the bed. I wore just a camisa of Michael, I smelled it thinking about all the last night, how we made sweet amor together. So I jump off the cama and I smelled the eggs. I went to bathroom, I blink my eyes just a seconde and Michael was just behind me and hugged me
"Good morning babe" he said
"Good morning, my angel!" I said
and we kissed
"the breakfast is ready" he added
We looked us with a big smile, we understand us. At the same time, we walked in the shower....