Joe was in front of me when he turned to look back, “Listen to that! That’s our song! You were singing it on the tape they played for me on the ph...ne!”“HECK YEAH! That’s me. Damn, Joe I sound a lot different on the radio, don’t I?”“Jerry, I’m proud of you, Boy. That guitar, and your voice, will take that song to the top of the charts. We need to find a studio and have a record cut.”“I’m not sure I’m that good. But I sure do love hearing me sing on the radio.”Sherry, Ginger, and Gail were. I was at uncles one afternoon and my two year senior cousin was also at home, he having a rare day off. He was learning about photography and spent most of his time at college and night school, knowing though that I had joined an agency and was doing quite well. I had to admit that a glittering career in ballet was not really on the cards but I was earning good money and enjoying every minute of it. Still calling me fairy princess (it was he who gave it to me) suggested that his son took some. My stomach did little somersaults as I looked in her direction. The moon shone on her face and her hair was down and around her shoulders. She was wearing a loose fitting denim shirt whose buttons reflected the moonlights. The jeers and cheers of my mates were drowned out by her beauty as we slowly ambled towards each other and immediately and naturally we locked into an embrace, like we had been courting for years. As we kissed, it was like there was nobody in the world but the two of us,. "Yes, I hear it," I answer him."Doesn't it bother you at all?" he asked when he did not hear the proper tone of corresponding disgust in my voice."It's natural," I said after a momentary silence as I considered my answer. Nothing was going to satisfy him if it didn't match his own view.THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMPQuicker. The bedposts were pounding on the opposite side of the wall like jungle d**gs beating out a coded message. To my husband it could have been the undying heart from Poe's The.