Funeral Of Vincente Minelli, 1986

Within the suivant hour, Michael sat closer to me and took a sniff of my neck “Are toi wearing perfume?" Michael asked as I nodded yes “It smells nice. cerise blossom?" Michael rubbed his nose on my neck “Yes. Michael um..." my voice trailed off and he looked up at me “I'm sorry. I just wanted to smell your fragrance." Michael a dit as he took one plus sniff and moaned. Now I wanted to know what the hell was going on “Michael are you..." Michael gave me a scary look on his face “What?" His eyes flashed or again and I got up and walked over to him, I looked into his eyes and held...

We all left to go to the farm. Jessie, Leslie, and I were in the limo, I just looked out the window as Leslie and Jessie talked. I could only think of what I wanted from Jessie. Her love. Tonight I was gonna get it. Jessie tapped my shoulder as I turned around “You, okay?" Jessie asked as I smiled “Yeah, I'm okay." I whispered as she smiled back. Leslie shot a look at me, it was like she was trying to say 'Back off!' but with her eyes. I looked back out the window and felt a little scared. This made me feel like a teenage boy going on a rendez-vous amoureux, date with his girlfriend but her dad was supervising...