Jennine turned and saw one of the security men from earlier. Blushing embarrassed at her behaviour she looked at the ground. Taking her arm the guard alisema to follow him. Jennine was terrified. She must really be in trouble now. After a ten dakika walk they reached a room and she was told to wait inside. The room consisted of a soft velvet kitanda trimmed in dhahabu with red cushions. A dhahabu meza, jedwali complete with a overflowing bowl of fruit. This didn't look like somewhere wewe would be punished. A lady entered and offered her some ice cold water which JENNINE accepted gratefully. Sitting in silence she sat there for what seemed forever. Angrily she started to think the very inayofuata person she saw she was going to give them a piece of her mind. Just then the adjoining door opened. Starting to raise her voice JENNINE yelled "You gave no right to keep me here" A soft gentle voice behind her answered "Please feel free to leave if wewe want" Jennine spun around and almost fainted. Standing there in all his glory was Michael Jackson. Still wearing his uniform. Jennine gasped loudly and Michael giggled. He was used to that reaction. Moving slowly towards Jennine he held out a soft slender hand. Jennine shakingly took his hand in hers. The touch of his flesh sent sparks of passion igniting all through her body. She gazed up at him. His dark eyes were heavily lined with black eyeliner and his long lashes coated with lashings of mascara. His mouth softly painted with red lipstick. His black hair was swept to one side off his forehead. He was breath takingly beautiful. Jennine wanted to run into his arms but composed herself.