party2

After a couple of minutes Michael faded in to a half sleep/wake state and she thought
that his shirt would probably get damaged if he didnt take it of.
�Michael....your shirt...�
�Mhhhn, you can take it off�..he said fade in to the slumber again.
She *climbed on to him* an pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Then she,lifted up his
arms one at a time. When the shirt was taken off she wrapped it up and putted it next to
the glass..
She bended down over his face his eyes were closed but his soul was wide open to her..
she stroke with her fingers truh his hair down his neck up his chest...she stopped at his
chin, holding her tumb and finger in a soft grasp....
Slowly she bend down and kissed him... His lips was dry and the salt of his skin, and the
sweatness of his lip�s as he kissed her back...
She stroke a final stroke over his cheek with her hand...
Then she stood up.
She was thinking maybe he would forget.. so she went to his desk an grabbed a small
pice of paper.. on it she wrote
�Never forget dear Angel
Liberian girl!�
She putted the note on top of the shirt, next to the glass.
Just then he grabbed her hand, and squeezed it softly..

She went out of the room closing the door,leaving just a little line of light to pass truh.
Then she went home, promising herslef, that she would always keep this moment in the
deepst of her heart.
Author:Chris(the maker)