I woke up next to Asad "Hey, lover." I whispered, gently nibbling on his earlobe "Hi, Nesha. That tickles." He giggled as I stopped as I got up and cooked some breakfast "No work today?" Asad asked as I chuckled "I wish. After work I'm gonna visit a friend of mine." I put his plate on the table while I did the same. When I was done , I drove to the jail where Michael was and signed a paper to go in and talk to him. I walked in and there were inmates talking to there parents and loved ones. They were crying to them, begging, and pulling their hair out because of the point in there lives now "Hey Nesha." He hugged me as I did the same "Hi Michael. Lovely to see you." I looked into his eyes and the flame in my heart started to burst into a full fire "So how are you?" Michael said as I smiled "Great now that I got a job as a journalist for New York Times newspaper." "Wow that's nice. I'm sorry about what I said on the phone." Michael admitted as I held his hand "That's okay Michael, I moved on." I said as he smiled "Who's the lucky fish?" He laughed as I blushed "His name is Asad. A real sweetheart. We had sex." I said as he looked at me with the eyes saying:Are you serious "I just wanted to let you know so you won't get any ideas." I said "What kind of ideas?" Michael asked in a deep voice, looking at me with nasty thoughts as we laughed "Wow Michael. Still dirty in a funny way." "Yeah I know. But I have to be a good boy for the officers so I can get out of here early." Michael joked as I chuckled "So, when are you coming back?" "On your birthday. But in 1996." We were having a great conversation with each other and caught up on a lot of things. Even though Michael was in jail , he was the same loving, kind, and open hearted boy I used to know. It was like he never changed and no one could ever change him "I miss you a lot, Nesha." Michael looked into my eyes and my knees trembled. Oh God , how could he torture me like this? I still had something for him...Those butterflies fluttered again! I was open for him. Jesus why? "Oh." That was all I could spit out "Oh?" Michael worried as I quickly apologized "Sorry. I miss you too hubby-I mean Michael." He started to do that sexy thing with his bottom lip and raised his eyebrow "Hubby? Is there still something in you with me?" I looked at the floor and shamefully answered yes. Michael got up and left "Don't be ashamed. I jack myself off for you." He whispered as I giggled "Michael why?" I laughed as he laughed with me. He left as I went on my way to work.
Michael still wanted me. I still wanted him. Oh my goodness! I just can't do it but I want to. I realized that I still yearn for his....oooh so sweet affection and the way he was so protective of me. The way he held me, spoke to me, treated me, and love me. Michael was the best thing yet. But Asad is who I want to be with. I love them both, but I just don't know. Asad throws me off. But, Michael seems to do more than that.
My mind is so bipolar at the moment of choosing the man I want. Bad boy or boy scout. Lord why? Just why? I can't leave Michael alone in my thoughts. I drove back home and called in sick at the job. I laid down feeling so confused "Hey babe. You called in sick?" Asad walked in as I answered his question. I looked up to see that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I groaned and fell back into the couch "Why do you have to be so sexy?" I asked as Asad laughed "I don't know. Maybe it's because I keep my body in check. Meaning that I can keep a six pack." He took a bite of his apple as I smiled then took a bite myself "I can keep one too." I joked. I took a nap and dreamt of Michael once again. But this dream was so hot and steamy. Whoa! I was making love to him and his moans filled me up with butterflies. They released into the climax Michael produced inside me. I woke up and sighed "Michael why? Why do you torture me like this?" I buried my face in my hands. Boy oh boy was I frustrated with my feelings.
My day was beginning to be the most frustrating days of my life. Asad sat right next to me then held me "I love you, Nesha." He whispered, his lips coming closer to mine. We kissed passionately. Now I'm seriously intoxicated by Asad and Michael. I feel like I needed to be gay enable to not feel this way "Asad, I love you too." This moment wasn't going to be the last. I was kissing him forever but I was still thinking about Michael. I was really trying to get him out of my mind but he crept into my mind everytime.
I don't know who I want.
Michael or Asad? That was the question that crawled around my brain like a bug.
Michael still wanted me. I still wanted him. Oh my goodness! I just can't do it but I want to. I realized that I still yearn for his....oooh so sweet affection and the way he was so protective of me. The way he held me, spoke to me, treated me, and love me. Michael was the best thing yet. But Asad is who I want to be with. I love them both, but I just don't know. Asad throws me off. But, Michael seems to do more than that.
My mind is so bipolar at the moment of choosing the man I want. Bad boy or boy scout. Lord why? Just why? I can't leave Michael alone in my thoughts. I drove back home and called in sick at the job. I laid down feeling so confused "Hey babe. You called in sick?" Asad walked in as I answered his question. I looked up to see that he was wearing nothing but his boxers. I groaned and fell back into the couch "Why do you have to be so sexy?" I asked as Asad laughed "I don't know. Maybe it's because I keep my body in check. Meaning that I can keep a six pack." He took a bite of his apple as I smiled then took a bite myself "I can keep one too." I joked. I took a nap and dreamt of Michael once again. But this dream was so hot and steamy. Whoa! I was making love to him and his moans filled me up with butterflies. They released into the climax Michael produced inside me. I woke up and sighed "Michael why? Why do you torture me like this?" I buried my face in my hands. Boy oh boy was I frustrated with my feelings.
My day was beginning to be the most frustrating days of my life. Asad sat right next to me then held me "I love you, Nesha." He whispered, his lips coming closer to mine. We kissed passionately. Now I'm seriously intoxicated by Asad and Michael. I feel like I needed to be gay enable to not feel this way "Asad, I love you too." This moment wasn't going to be the last. I was kissing him forever but I was still thinking about Michael. I was really trying to get him out of my mind but he crept into my mind everytime.
I don't know who I want.
Michael or Asad? That was the question that crawled around my brain like a bug.
Asad or Michael?
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of London to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether by homicide or not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of London has gone to court ... asking a judge to let the company off the financial hook, claiming it doesn't owe the Michael Jackson Estate $17.5 million on grounds MJ was a fraud.
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing more than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim by the insured."
The company issued the muilti-million dollar policy to cover the doomed "This Is It" tour for losses.
But Lloyd's claims it doesn't have to honor the policy for 2 primary reasons:
1. Michael Jackson and AEG allegedly lied about Michael's medical history -- specifically, MJ said he had not seen a doctor other than a cosmetic MD since June, 2005.
2. Michael did not disclose he was taking prescription drugs prior to and at the time of his death -- including Propofol.
Lloyd's is asking the court for a declaration that the policy is null and void as a result of the alleged fraud.
Howard Weitzman, the lawyer for the Estate, tells TMZ, "This legal action is nothing more than an insurance company trying to avoid paying a legitimate claim by the insured."
Can I ask you why
when I look at you
I hear birds sing
and see alot of angle In sky?
can I ask you why
when My heart is lonely
my love for you becomes the only
, let it beat with dreams are so lovely
and I see Moon and sun walking togther
through the sky
can I ask you why
when I hear your voice
the stars become so near
, I am not fear
no tears to cry
And My soul wants to fly
to touch to the sky?
can I ask you why
I feel your hand in my hand
when I have to fight
throught the dark night
then you turned the dark to moonlight?
can ask I you why
every hurt I feel
you come to heal?
I'll reply for
cause I have love for you
I never felt it before
but now I feel it more
cause It likes the rainbow
through the rainy day
,a magcial dream
through nightmare
and that love is enough for me
when I look at you
I hear birds sing
and see alot of angle In sky?
can I ask you why
when My heart is lonely
my love for you becomes the only
, let it beat with dreams are so lovely
and I see Moon and sun walking togther
through the sky
can I ask you why
when I hear your voice
the stars become so near
, I am not fear
no tears to cry
And My soul wants to fly
to touch to the sky?
can I ask you why
I feel your hand in my hand
when I have to fight
throught the dark night
then you turned the dark to moonlight?
can ask I you why
every hurt I feel
you come to heal?
I'll reply for
cause I have love for you
I never felt it before
but now I feel it more
cause It likes the rainbow
through the rainy day
,a magcial dream
through nightmare
and that love is enough for me
I would really be inspired to see less cursing, and more L.O.V.E. Just lovely words. Inspiring words. I know all of you are very beautiful and kind people, but I really think the cursing needs to stop. I see we're all human, and all humans have moments of cursing, but it's still called human to limit it. May we all take a vow to utterly limit the cursing and wrong words... ? :)
