1985 year, january. by Matthew Rolson

    The woman in the white suit is looking her reflection in the vanity mirror, touching her face. The man in the eyeglasses and suit looks at her, staring at her with intensity. The минута she turns around, he quickly leaves, causing her to put her eyes down to the ground.

And It Doesn’t Seem To Matter
And It Doesn’t Seen Right
‘Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don’t Ты Judge Of My Composure
‘Cause I’m Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find Someone Else?

    It was a full moon tonight, the sky...

I shook her hand “Yeah I'm Mr. Jackson. Call me Michael, though." I сказал(-а) as she smiled and I asked to talk with Jessie “She's in here." Leslie сказал(-а) while she opened the door and I walked in, Jessie sat up on the постель, кровати “Hey, Michael. I can explain." I put my hands on my hips “How did she get here? And why is she here after I told Ты that Ты should leave her?" I asked as Jessie got out of постель, кровати and got ready “I called her and she cried for me not to leave her and she wanted to see me. So I сказал(-а) she can come over and she got a ticket and by six in the morning, she was here and we made...

Michael was holding Janelle close to him, running his hand up and down her back, trying to calm her down. Janelle had her face buried into his shoulder and she was still shaking. She was literally frightened by what Wesley did to her...well...almost did to her. Michael never thought that Wesley would do such a thing.
'I hope Martin is talking to him about that...that is just wrong and inappropriate, especially if he didn't know about what happened to Janelle when she was 16.' He thought.
He leaned back against the Стена and pulled Janelle closer to him, putting her between his legs and putting...