If you think it can't happen, think again.The first time we met was in a diner. The national glorified greasy spoon, as I call it. I was catching a li...tle dinner before one of my DJ gigs.You know that feeling you get when you know someone is looking at you, but you can't figure out where it is coming from?Well, that feeling hit me hard enough, that my neck hairs stood up. Now, I'm used to being looked and leered at because of the band. But this just felt very different. Very intense. It's not. If he can’t, then he can’t be my husband. I’m not ashamed, Mishka. And I don’t believe we’ve done anything wrong.”“Which is why you haven’t been to confession.”“The main reason, yes. But also, it would be very obvious to Father Herman who I had been with, and I don’t feel it appropriate to disclose what we do to anyone. I suppose Clarissa knows.”“And if Doctor Blahnik and Milena don’t know, well...”Tasha laughed softly, “I can be quite loud!”“I wasn’t going to say that,” I chuckled, “but yes,. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.The worst thing was I had an audience for the whole thing. While he sat on the ground leaning on the car parked a space away, I broke his gun apart, wiped the pieces with one of Tonya Sanitary wipes then threw the pieces in different directions.“Now get up and get out of here,” I said. That is exactly what he did. A car with two other black men pulled up and. Then I saw her.Five-six or seven; a body to die for; hair tawny and long and billowing out around her shoulders. Bad news? She was on the arms of one who looked like a jock—a big jock. I sighed. I was going to go for it. I had an idea and I smiled. I caught up with them."Hi," I said. "My name's Michael, Michael Dorne. Might I ask yours, miss?" They stopped in their tracks and stared at me. Then he started to laugh. She smiled but didn't laugh. I looked up at him. Up because he was at least six.