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Maris looked at Michael as he was kissing her, and started to giggle like a schoolgirl. As they gazed into each others eyes, she moved and inch closer to him and kissed him passionately on the lips while sitting on the sofa. "Wow, " he replied, "what's was that" "I kissed u because I just wanted to," Maris replied, and she kicked off her shoes and placed her feet on the sofa, which Michael didn't seemed to mind at all. "Would u like another glass of champagne", he asked, "yes, I would," Maris replied, and Michael poured two meer glasses for the both of them.

The mood and the atmosphere...

After hulst, holly and Michael made up in New York everything has been good again. Their relationship went back just as it always was even stronger too. Soon they make it to July and Michael and hulst, holly heard terrible news that their good friend Liza Minnelli's father had passed away so now they have to go to his funeral.

The night before the funeral hulst, holly is in their hol, den at her bureau going over some paperwork for an upcoming album. Michael comes down from their private studio. He goes to look out the window. It is starting to thuder and he sees lighting and rain starting. He started to think about...

A maand has now gone door and michael is pretty much healed. Him and Tatianna are house hunting, also Tatianna has enrolled in college and plans to become a nurse.

"So which house do u think we should get?" Tatianna asked as they sat before her mothers coffee tafel, tabel which had pictures of three houses spread across it. " I dont know....they are all great and under our budget, so im having just as much trouble deciding just like you." Michael replied. "Still trying to figure out what house you're going to get?" Tatianna's father asked. "Sadly yes." Tatianna sighed. "Well maybe i can help u guys...

The answer was simply nothing. Nothing was wrong with him. I'm sure every fan has seen the "Living with Michael Jackson" documentery door Martin Bashir. Bashir called him undeveloped and childish and man who needed to live in reality. But reality, these days, is rather sickening. In the mornings, I turn on the news and see awful horror upon the screen and wish I hadnt.

My generation looks upon people who understand nature as weird of crazy. Michael was one of those few who did understand. Michael was treated awfully and was accused of things he didnt do. I have spoken to people who were mulested...