Thriller era

1 Year After The Wedding....

I was in the bathroom, throwing my guts up. Michael came in after me. " You okay Babe?" He said, rubbing my back.

" No. I've throwing up everything in my body." I bellowed, growling in pain. I've been throwing up for three weeks now. I hope I'm not pregnant.

When I finally stopped puking, Michael was in the Living Room, reading an article about himself in the newspaper. I held my stomach. " Michael, I've been throwing up everywhere." I said weakly. As I said it, I felt some throw up in my mouth. Michael looked up. " Did you call Dr. Campbell?" He said, rolling his...

I could hear swallowing blood. So he stopped, he licked the place where he bit me and the bite disappeared. With deep and bright red eyes, Michael looked me. I felt slightly weak.
"So it's for that, you are here and so young?" I asked. His eyes became more and more bright.
"Yeah, come with me in the living room, it's better, I'll tell you everything!" he replied
he carried me until the living room and put me on the sofa. he sat before me, and put my feet on his thighs.
"Shamone, tell me everything!" I said laughing
"Ok!" he said smiling.
" I became a vampire before a week of my "fake death", after...

"My god you are so beautiful and I love the way your body feels on top of me", Michael replied,"I just can't keep my hands off of you". It was more than just a mutual attraction between Michael and Maris, but two people who've been hurt too many times longing for love and companionship. "I love you, Michael", Maris replied, "more than you'll ever know". Michael was most kind, sincere and compassionate man she's ever been with, and she wasn't going to let a get good slip right through her hands.

The way Michael loved Maris so warm and tender that was overcome with emotion, and didn't know how...

"All I'm asking from you, Maris, is that you let me love you, hold you, touch you, get close you, be good to you, be near you,get to know you, and most of all put your trust in me and this relationship", Michael replied, " but you've got learn to trust me and I'm not one of those guys who toy with other women's affections". Maris was listening to everything that was being said, "I know, I know, and it's not you, it's me I just can't shake this fear of getting hurt again", she replied, "you've been so good to me and I just don't know how to handle it". Having broken the ice with Maris, the lovers...

[Chorus]
I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'
You Got To Be Startin' Somethin'
I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'
You Got To Be Startin' Somethin'
It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah)
Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah)
You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah)
And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah)
It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah)
Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah)
You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah)
And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah)

[1st Verse]
I Took My Baby To The Doctor
With A Fever, But Nothing He Found
By The Time This Hit The Street
They Said She Had A Breakdown
Someone's...

As they spent the rest of the afternoon skinny dipping in the Olympic-size swimming pool, Michael and Maris flirted with each other by way of swimming around and exchanging passionate kisses underwater. "Marco Polo", Michael replied, "I see you", Maris replies, as she swam swam towards Michael, and kissed him once more. No one around to disturb their time together, Michael and Maris had the rest of the romantic evening all to themselves; in addition, to the few stolen moments they've shared in the past.

"Oh, Michael, you have no idea just how much I love you, and how you've made me happy these...

Michel and Maris kissed again as they laid down on the big king size bed, and proceeded to make love once more ; in addition, to removing their robes. Just idea of feeling Maris' heartbeat next to his sent Michael into a state of euphoria, that he was contemplating on not going back to the office for the rest of the day, and letting Gladys and Quantrell run the the company in his absence. For the duration of their lovemaking, Michael was reciting a line from a Barry Whites song stating, "Maris, honey, as Barry White once said in a song, "My darling I, I can't get your love, babe,", leaving...