*Angel.*

Michael looked down at Jennine and moved in clse. Jennine breathed in his scent deeply. She recognised the fragranc Bal a Versailles cause she owned it urely because she knew it was Michaels favorite. Luckily she had chosen to wear it too that day. Michael smiled when he éperlan it. He lowered his head and éperlan her neck. "Did toi like dancing with me Jennine"? he asked biting his lower lip. long black lashes framed his rose cheeks. Jennine gaze up at him and a dit "I think toi know the answer to that Michael" Michael giggled and a dit "I guess I just wanted to hear toi say it" Pulling her closer he looked directly in her eyes. Jennines cœur, coeur was hammering at the beautiful sight of him so close to her. Looking at his shiny red lips Jennine longed to Kiss them. As if hearing her prayer Michael still looking in her eyes gently put his lips to hers. Soft at first then plus demanding. His tongue gently probed Jennines mouth.

jennine entered a room and faced ten nervous girls and five stern looking judges seated at a desk. Sitting in the last empty chair jennine smoothed her short black skrt . She suddenly felt very self conscious. All confidence had flown out the door. The judges looked her up and down. Unable to read their expression Jennine blushed . Asking the other girls a series of questions they finally came to Jennine. "Who do toi l’amour most"? the balding judge in the middle asked his eyes staring intently at Jennine.Jennine didnt even have to think about that one for a second."Michael Jackson" she a dit feeling mildly embarrassed. The judges looked at each other and nodded. They each stood up and holding out their hands announced. "Jennine. Congratulations youre the winner". Feeling faint Jennine shook their hands. They told her to go through a door to the right where a woman was waiting. she told Jennine to put on a red dress and red shoes.