Christina

Saturday night: here come the blue-eyed soul brothers. Do all of them have to be that fine? I ask myself. The Palace was so crowded, but this night J was all about touching me. As I passed his table, he pulled my waist band and I lost my balance, landing in his lap. He put a hundred dollar bill in my waist band. I got to my feet and walked all the way across the ballroom floor before looking back --he was watching me.


She wasn't accepted in his world, so he built her a world of her own that no one could touch --or so she thought. But when tragedy strikes Christina and the love of her life, she will come to rely on a mysterious stranger with a face all too familiar