.. I'm so happy right now." He admitted, looking up at her as she slowly opened her eyes."Oh Dom... I never knew. Why didn't you tell me?" She said, a...soft smile on her face."How could I? You were way too pretty and I was far too nervous." He admitted, another shade of pink flushed to both of their cheeks as she was flattered by him calling her pretty."Y'know, I always thought you were cute." Really?" He asked, looking back at her as she smiled and nodded her head."Yep! I always wanted someone. “So,” Troy paused. “What would you like to do tonight.” Sabrina smiled almost overwhelmed by the possibilities. “I have no idea.” Sabrina laughed as she said it. “I’m up for anything. What are you thinking?” “Let’s get ready and go for a walk on the boardwalk?” Troy seemed excited at the possibility. “Sure!” Loving the idea and knowing it would take her longer to get ready than him, she put her cigarette out and got up to get ready. Realizing that nothing was unpacked, Sabrina started rummaging. "Her weary mind spun and Christine groaned, feeling nauseous."I hope Meg returns soon." She murmured weakly.Propping her pillows behind her and scooting carefully onto her back, Christine stared up at the ceiling as she relived each and every word, look and touch visited upon her by Erik. A subtle play of light and shadows on the ceiling above caught her attention and pushed aside her thoughts of Erik. Joy filled her eyes as she recognized the shape. She smiled and addressed the winged shadow. Marcus Taylor knew at an early age that he was special. He didn't know his father and, unfortunately, his mother was killed by a stray bullet during one of the many drive-by shootings in his poor, black ghetto neighborhood. Fortunately, for him, his aunt, Rita, took a personal, special liking to him and raised him as her own child.There was a very special reason why Rita liked her sister's happy little black baby. The first time that she changed his diaper, she realized that he was 'gifted.'.