I wrote an article on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the article for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began writing with my title 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 felt guilty of what did. Killing poor innocent people. I wish I could see him now. Looking all sad and hungry to get out. The real truth is...He belongs there! That's the main reason why people like him are in jail. Michael Jackson deserves to be in jail. He turned him self in just at the right time too! Right after the day they found Ms.Catalina's body. Maybe he did it. That's what you and I think.

My thoughts were black and white. Remembering the things me and Michael did. Oh my God! I felt so depressed because I did that to Catalina! Michael was the one who told me about turning himself in! I lied about everything because I know that the truth would ruin me and him up badly! I finished it by eleven. I handed it to Harold and packed my things. I walked away "Nesha. You're an amazingly good writer. You have a political poetry about you. I'll make this the front cover." Harold commented as I thanked him. My weak and weary body from the doors to my truck. I drove to a nearby McDonald's for a cheeseburger and fries. I bought something for Asad to eat and came home.
I entered the house and found Asad nowhere to be found. I sat at the table and started eating "Nesha." A voice whispered as I looked up "Asad...." my voice trailed off. I saw a naked Asad in front of me "You know I got you some food too. It's right here." Asad said while stroking himself "Oh God." I moaned as I started taking off my clothes and undergarments. I got on my knees in front of him and his begging member. I gave him an oral sex session of a lifetime "Eat all you want baby. Aaah yeah." He moaned. Grabbing my head. After that beautiful session , we were in the bed making long , hot , dirty love. Oh God he was good. I loved it. But when Michael used to be with me. Oh Lord he had the skills of a superfreak. He'd make love to me all night. Asad kissed my neck "You are just good." I whispered , out of breath "I got skills." Asad laid down next to me. We cuddled up and kissed. Now I want him. Only him. This is the man I want to spen the rest of my life with. Oh I'm in love.

Now we made it official. We're going steady. I slept in his arms and dreamt about this beautiful moment with Asad.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I walked into the kitchen and made a midnight snack. I turned on the tv and started eating my sandwich. I watched the news and sat back and relaxed. Then I saw Michael on the news and clicked it off "Not today." I said as I put my plate in the sink and went into the bathroom to take a shower. As the ran down my back , I started to think of Michael and I were in here together , playing around with each other. I tried to block him out of my mind. But I couldn't. Even though I was with the man I wanted , Michael kept creeping into my mindset. The things I used to do with him kept being thought of. I stood in the shower , the water running down my body "Why is this happening?" I asked as if I was talking to God to see if he'd answer. I cried. Michael broke up with me. How could I still thirst for him when I'm with Asad already? How can I still think about the things we did together when all we did was kill , drive , and make love?....or maybe more than that? I couldn't understand it! I just can't understand why he's still a phantom of my affection and knows how to love me. Even when were apart. I possibly can't want him , can I? I washed my face , dried off , and went back to bed. I cuddled Asad and fell asleep with Michael in my dreams. I guess I should give Michael a good visit tomorrow. Maybe that'll work out the man in my thoughts out of my mind.