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This was deleted from the Young and Restless forum so I thought I would put it here.

Maybe I'm alone, but I think it could work. Why? First of all PC and Passions did it wrong. PC did too much at one time. There were vampires and werewolves and too much crap going on. Passions were too campy and well as you probably know, the writing was crap. How many times did we see stuff that we didn't want on that show? Poor Theresa!

I digress.

I see shows like Heroes and Smallville on primetime that are wildly popular. Why? Because they remember that these characters are not some campy joke. They are real people. They are people with real problems and situations. I think that's why Spiderman is one of the most popular superheroes because of that. He was a socially inept teenage boy who could spew webs out of his hands at the same time.

What I am really saying with all of these examples is that I think that if the writers at Young and the Restless took it seriously they could have a cool superhero storyline.

Here are Secret Symphony's handy dandy tips for a hot superhero(ine) storyline that might even up the ratings too!

1. Introduce the character as a normal person, slowly over a year or two.
2. Make the character somehow involved with a core character. My personal dream superhero(ine) storyline involves a long lost child of Victor Newmans. Hey! A girl can dream bucko! (Sorry I like the word bucko. )
3. Around the time that the audience is invested in a character having them fall in love. (You see it's like a normal storyline.)
4. Have things happen to the character that defy normal understandings. (I see a correlation to a character finding they are sick. You know how they keep the secret from the people they love as they try to figure out how to handle it.) They keep the things to themselves and from the person they love.

A note: The ability or power that this person have should not be campy. I think that showing the ability with their own personal weaknesses makes for a great character.

5. Around this time the character might find that it's being hard to control the ability. It's like a secret in any normal storyline. It starts getting so big that they can't control it.

6. Around this time they would reveal the truth to their lover. There would be a conversation where they could talk about using the abilities for good.

Okay so I think you can tell that I have thought about this for a while.:] (Since November 2006 actually.) Yeah I know I'm a dork. I think that if a character is developed well enough and that all campy elements are taken out, that it would work. I also think that the ability needs to not be something like fire coming out of their hands. Something like hearing far distances.:] Oh dude wouldn't that be funny though? The storyline possibilities could be endless there!

I think that it can be done. I've heard people blast that Harley is "The Guiding Light" thing and for good reason. It wasn't Harley, it was too fake. Make the character real and human and there you go.

Until this happens I will keep dreaming of the day that Heroes comes back.

If you're not planning on getting rid of Sam on GH  please stop ruining her character. It doesn't make any sense  how Sam can risk her life for Jason and give up her daughter's organ and then be made out to be such a money hungry selfish bitch. At the beginning we knew that Sam had a money fetish and had a hard time trusting men, which is why it makes no sense that all of a sudden every one especially Sonny and Jason are acting as though they are so alarmed by the news that Sam had Gold Digger next to Job History on her resume. It definitely was not a secret. Now all of a sudden Jason doesn't love Sam anymore. All of a sudden Jason is falling for Elizabeth because she has his kid after he ruined Sam's chances of having one. And excuse me but why is everyone bringing up the fact that Sam can't be mad because she slept with Ric. Did we all forget what was going on at that time? Jason kept karate kicking Sam away because his life was too dangerous and Alexis was being Queen Bitch to Sam and Jason's relationship by trying to keep them apart and blackmailing Jason to

stay away from Sam right before she called Sam pathetic and said that she was digusted that Sam was her daughter because Sam would not follow her wishes and stay away from Jason.Yep she said it right to Sam's face provoking a lonely, hurt, rejected, belittled Sam to sleep with her mortal enemy Ric which Sam felt was the only objective to killing herself. Her character is far more interesting than the depressed baby making Elizabeth or the Mother Teresa Emily because she has flavor warmth and excitement in her character, at least she had before you ruined it. Perhaps you can have it so that Sam becomes withdrawn and severely depressed to the point that she is about to commit suicide but by circumstance Jason arrives and intervenes and ends up taking care of Sam. Then he starts to realize why he fell in love with Sam and they both start to fall in love again.It would be icing on the cake if you could  also literally have a brick just fall down on that news reporter l head or perhaps she could become insanely jealous that Sam ends up with Jason that she  tries to kill Sam but ends up with a deadly ass whipping from Sam followed by Jason coming on the seen, just as she was about to stab Sam, and put one of those marksmen bullets in the middle of her head.What happens with boring Elizabeth? Who cares make her be pregnant with another baby and this time it will actually be Lucky's.

I hated what GH writers did to Sam's Character and to Sam and Jason love story. I want GH writers to reverse what they are doing to Sam's Character and to Sam and Jason Love Story.  I want Sam and Jason back together.  I have alway love to see Sam and Jason in love and together.  Sam is the only one who accept Jason for who he is and what he does for a living.  Liz never accept Jason for who he is and for what he does for a living and that why they did not make it many years ago. I feel that Sam is on the same level as Jason, who is a hit man and work for the mob.  Jason can not look down on Sam for her pasts.  GH writers need to get rid of the character of Amelia: she serve no purpose and I can not stand Amelia.  I wish that GH writers could reverse the paternity test result on Jake and make it Lucky baby.  Paternity tests on soaps are alter all of the time. They need to make Jake"s Lucky baby.  I also hated the way they are writing Lucky character. I want Sam and Jason to be reunited and back in love with each other.

It’s a wonder how Curtis actually made it through Oxford with a 3.5 GPA and a degree in Theatre & Music; but he did. Luckily enough, the change in spouse and income for his dad allowed him to get a nice scholarship—but that should be expected, downgrading from a looker lawyer to a hooker voyeur (guess they don't make 'em like they used to)… Anyways, in order to make some extra pocket cash, Curtis started DJ-ing back in London at “Bucking Ham Palace”, a new club across the street from his new step-mother’s place of work, “Sneak Peak”. For clarification, his alias was DJ B.C. (short for Before Curtis, because as he tooted "Before Curtis, you never heard it like this before..."  ).

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As for Jacob, he is about to enter his third season in professional football. He spent his first two seasons playing for the Arsenal F.C. in London, which is about 55 miles from Oxford. Unfortunately, school and soccer kept these two apart all year except for Christmas, Easter, and summer time. Now that Curtis has graduated, they have planned to be “roommates” for good. Alas, Jacob was unexpectedly traded to the team in Reading, about 40 miles away from London. While they’re not exactly an open couple, they’ve stayed vacant to each other – at least, they tried to…

‘There’s Big Ben’ - he thought. The famous chimes sounded. It’s two o’clock in the morning; surely, DJ B.C. wasn’t home yet from the club. Jacob had just met some of his old teammates at a bar. They play each other in a couple of days, but for tonight, there are no enemies, especially when there’s alcohol involved. Nothing wrong with a lil’ buzz, especially since when the party done, you go home to the hottest DJ in England (and I’m not even talking about his turntable skills  ).

He crept through the front door of his previous apartment. Surprisingly, the light was on in the TV room. He also saw the light on in Curtis’ room, although the door was only slightly ajar. Walking towards the hallway, he heard the sound of a bed creaking, along with a grunt of passion. Jacob laughed internally - ‘Just wait, B.C.’ he thought, ‘I promise, you gonna get the real thing’. He decided to put his stuff down in the TV room. Curtis took over the lease before he left, but he still pays some of the rent. For the most part, everything was just how he left it. They agreed that even after four years of hanging out with Oxford drama divos, Curtis still had not acquired a taste in furniture or interior décor—although the idea to paint the TV room baby blue was his idea. It went well with the dark blue leather couch.

Putting his stuff down on the couch, he noticed two pairs of shoes on the floor next to the lamptable, chillin' as if they had been hastily kicked off. And certainly, one of these pairs could not belong to Curtis. Cause for worry? Definitely. 'There better only be one person in my bed.' And surely, as quickly as he rushed through the hallway to the room, he learned who was really making all that racket.

There was Curtis, laid on his back, with his..."guest"...mounted on top of him. Knowing Curtis, he would definitely be down for a threesome, but on second thought, 'would we really pay any mind to this random broad? Probably not! Eh…I’ll let him have his fun…probably the first girl he been wit since Nikki.’ (Truth be told, Curtis and Nikki never hooked up. So this being B.C.'s first sexual encounter with a female, his V-card has now officially expired  ) Along with that, he took note that as his mind upstairs was turning off to the notion of a ménage, his partner Mr. Jimmy downstairs seemed to be turning off to the idea as well  . ‘I guess it’s back to the couch (I refuse to sleep in Curtis’ bed AKA where he needs to be right now  ).

As Jacob rummages through the TV room closet for a pillow and blanket, a sickening chill suddenly goes down his spine.
*cough cough, gag, cough*
Curtis: "Dam, gurl..." (he moans, letting out a huge sigh of ecstasy)
The lady of the evening, now gulping air, issues a response: "...that was your second money shot in an hour. I think I could play with this gatling gun all night."
Curtis: "Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
"Girl, I'm tired.." (he reclines back on the bed, body at nirvana, and mind close to it. However, it was short lived.)
" Ay _itch! That's exit ONLY. Watch yo fingers..."
" You tight @$$..."

Meanwhile, this hokey-pokey is dooming Jacob's quest for sleep. At least he's getting a good laugh out of it: 'Tight @$$?!  don't I know it...gatling gun?! Really?! More like baby gat  last time I checked...' In a sense, Jacob's proud of his prurient playmate; likewise, he also quite piqued and pised. Dru Hill's 'In My Bed' is stuck in his head like a broken CD (perhaps because it's an actual reality) "I got this feeling, and I just can't turn it loose - That somebody's been getting next to you - I don't want to walk around knowin' I was your fool - 'Cuz being the man that I am - I just can't lose my cool..."
As he reaches for the lamp switch, he recognizes that his shoes had joined the two pairs already there. 'So he's going from chasing Pumas to chasing pumps... '
(pulls switch) Enter darkness. (stares long & hard at the ceiling) Enter jealousy. (closes eyes) Enter tears...

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Not too long after Curtis' 16th birthday party, his mother filed for divorce from his philandering father. Already distraught from having to leave her husband of 18 years, she comes home from the arbitrator's office to find Curtis doing some philandering of his own - with his new girlfriend, Nikki. Thinking that he has become just like his father, she sends Curtis to go live with his father & his "something new" Liz, a 25 y/o stripper at London's "Sneak Peak".

Curtis turned 18 a few days ago, and he got a few presents: acceptance into Oxford University, a brand new Mini Cooper and a new girlfriend, coincidentally named Nikki.

*Curtis is dropping off Liz at "work"*
Liz: You sure you don't wanna come in? You are old enough now.
Curtis: I know I'm old enough, but I'm not sure if I'm mature enough.
Liz: Oh come on, it's not that bad. Just don't tell your dad, k?
Curtis: Fine - I'll come sneak a peak.

*Liz leads Curtis through the back door. She gets him by the dressing room without him noticing anything (he's still a lil' bit naive, but it is his first time at a strip club.) Ludacris' new 1999 hit song "What's Your Fantasy" is blasting from the speakers. Curtis stands in awe, as he watches business men and playas alike paying their dollars to get their fantasies fulfilled.
Curtis: (thinking to himself) I can see why my dad came here.

Liz: Do you wanna drink?
Curtis: Umm....I guess so. What do you suggest?
Liz: Oh, I'll get you something to make a bloke out of ya.
*Liz goes to the bar, with Curtis in tow*
Liz: Can you get him two Irish Car Bombs, on me?
Bartender: Yes, m'lady.
Liz: Thanks. (to Curtis) Alrite, I gotta go change. I'll see you in a bit...
Curtis: You sure you want me to see you like that?
Liz: Consider it an early birthday present. *She leaves to the dressing room*

*Curtis turns to the bar to his drinks. The guy to his left downed a Kamikaze, so to fit in, he tries to down his real quick, too. He can't really handle it. All of a sudden, Jacob sneaks up from behind and bites his ear...

Jacob: You sure you can handle that, geeze?!
(They hadn't seen each other since Curtis left.)
*Curtis turns around, screams, embraces Jacob*
Jacob: Your birthday was a few days ago, I remember. What a way to celebrate..you alright?
Curtis: Yeah man, don't worry bout me, you know I can handle anything.
Jacob: Well...(whispered to Curtis) I think I owe you a birthday present from two years ago..
Curtis: Oh yeah...*chuckles to himself* I think you do.. *he turns to the bar and struggles through his second Car Bomb. Jacob has started towards the door, Curtis-feeling a buzz-staggers behind him* (thinking to himself) I love rainchecks

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It’s a wonder how Curtis actually made it through Oxford with a 3.5 GPA and a degree in Theatre & Music; but he did. Luckily enough, the change in spouse and income for his dad allowed him to get a nice scholarship—but that should be expected, downgrading from a looker lawyer to a hooker voyeur (guess they don't make 'em like they used to)… Anyways, in order to make some extra pocket cash, Curtis started DJ-ing back in London at “Bucking Ham Palace”, a new club across the street from his new step-mother’s place of work, “Sneak Peak”. For clarification, his alias was DJ B.C. (short for Before Curtis, because as he tooted "Before Curtis, you never heard it like this before..."  ).

But speaking of sneak peaks, remember that rain check…well, it was a night that changed both Jacob and Curtis for the rest of their lives. Even though Curtis was the one who had just celebrated a birthday, both of them were in the gift-giving spirit . Guess Uncle Christmas came a-knockin’ early that year. Luckily for you all, I am in the giving spirit as well. Despite their wishes, I’ll tell you how it all went down; it’s a sure stocking stuffer…

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The door creaks closed. Other than that, all is still in the apartment. The only audible sound was that of a heartbeat – well, two heartbeats. Boom boom, boom boom – the sound of anticipation; the sound of two brothers about to get reacquainted. Jacob walks into his new apartment proudly, but not cocky. He got lucky to get this place; he has one roommate, Brian, a junior at the new London Metropolitan University and teammate on the football team. Jacob chose to go to LMU because the London North campus is next to the Arsenal Football Club’s Emirates Stadium, the team that had just won their 9th FA Cup, including back-to-back titles. He will be a member of the Arsenal after first completing two years of college. On top of all that, he found his old best friend randomly at the local strip club. Life couldn’t be sweeter…

On the contrary, things are going rather sour for Curtis right now. Apparently, he can’t hold his liquor. After two Irish Car Bombs, his head is blown up and his stomach is close to it. He is hunched over Jacob’s shoulder as he is led into unfamiliar territory.

Jacob: I thought you said you could handle anything.
Curtis: (slurs) Forget you…
Jacob: Forget me?! Ok - (he lets go of Curtis, who commences to fall straight to the floor. Jacob promptly picks him back up.)
Curtis: I see you haven’t changed a bit. Always causing me pain.
(They enter the bathroom)
Jacob: You never fight back…and don’t start now! *Jacob playfully punches Curtis in the stomach.* (Bad timing)
Jacob: Dam it! (between Curtis’ shirt and Jacob’s jeans, they’re covered. Curtis is on one knee) Ugh... ...My bad, geeze. U Ok?
(Curtis moans) Well, I guess we gotta clean you up and put you to bed. (Curtis moans again. Jacob turns on the shower and begins to disrobe Curtis, who is still a little out.) C’mon, bruh, get in.
(He puts Curtis in the shower, the wall holding him up. Jacob looks in the mirror. He looks down at his plastered clothes, looks back at the mirror, and shakes his head. He disrobes, grabs mouthwash and joins Curtis in the shower.)
Jacob: Curtis, man, rinse your mouth out (pours rinse into Curtis’ mouth, who cooperates, but sloppily spits onto Jacob’s feet.)
Curtis: (slurs) I’ve been meaning to tell you something…(kisses Jacob passionately) I love you, man…
Jacob: ( dazed but still composed) I see someone’s feeling better –
(Brian enters)
Brian: Jay, is that you?!

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Jacob: (sticks his head outside the shower curtain)  Huh?!
Brian: How you doin’, Jay?
(Jacob realizes that Brian suspects absolutely nothing, so he calms down.)
Jacob: Oh, I’m good, B. It’s just been a long day. I didn’t even know you were here. Did I wake you?
Brian: (in the mirror, gelling his hair) Not at all; I was on the computer in the room, trying to figure out where everyone was goin’ tonight.
Jacob: That’s cool. Where you headed?
Brian: I’m meeting some of the guys on the team at “Sneak Peak”.
(Curtis snickers)
Curtis: Have fun!
Brian: Oh I plan to. You wanna come along? (still fixing his hair) I can wait for ya if you want…
Jacob: Umm…naw, I’m good.
Brian: You sure?
Jacob: Oh…(looks back into Curtis in the shower) I’m good, I’mma turn in.
Brian: Alrite then. (His hair is finally perfect.) I’ll see you later then (extends his hand)
(meanwhile, Curtis starts exploring with his hands)
Jacob: Yeah man. (extends to dap Brian) I’ll see you la—Aaah… (Jacob grimaces – Curtis has made a discovery)
Brian: You alright?
Jacob: (tries to disguise a frustrated look) Yeeahhhh…(lies) I hit my knee on the faucet. Remember, William cleated me at practice today.
Brian: Yeah, I saw that. Guess that’s his way of welcoming you to LMU.
Jacob: He could’ve just said “welcome”. (Brian laughs) Peace, man.
Brian: Peace! (turns the light off)

(Jacob gets out of the tub to turn the light back on. But as Jacob gets to the light switch, Curtis—better, but still a lil’ tipsy—leans out of the shower to object.)
Curtis: Yo “Jay”, leave the lights off…and light a candle.
(Jacob turns the light on and turns to Curtis, who is already looking back. The look in his eyes, longing, almost naughty, but you can’t really blame him. Jacob turns to the air as he hears the front door close [Brian has left]. He lets a sigh of relief as his eyes return to his buzzed buddy. He goes to the shower, caresses Curtis’ head, and turns off the shower.)
Jacob: I see somebody’s been listenin’ to his slow jams.
(Jacob goes to the cabinet and grabs two towels, tossing one to Curtis, who slowly gets out of the shower. Jacob wipes his face, wraps the towel around his waist, and leaves the bathroom.)
(A quick hand stroke wipes the steam off the mirror. He looks deep into the mirror, searching for a proper reflection.)
Curtis: (face-to-face with the mirror) Do I even like Skittles?! (he leans back, smirks at the mirror, then flips the switch. He waddles to the one light in the apartment. Peeping into Jacob’s room, you see football everywhere – it’s a shock that the carpet isn’t made of grass – from the cleats in the corner, the medals and trophies on the bookshelf, to the large Pelé poster above the frameless bed, where Curtis plops. Jacob, still sporting the towel, turns around from his stereo system, grins at Curtis, and walks over to the dresser, and grabs a remote. Curtis has since done away with his towel.)

Jacob: Since you like Teddy Pendergrass so much, I figured a little mood music would suffice. (Points the remote at the system, and the music starts. Jacob puts the remote back on the dresser and approaches the bed, slowing swaying from side to side.
Curtis: Yo geeze, "close the door".
Jacob: Yeah, man. This is my favorite –
Curtis: Yeah mine, too…(points to the doorway) but close the door!
(Jacob turns around, closes and locks the door. He then rushes and leaps on to Curtis and the bed. They wrestle for a minute, but Jacob being the stronger of the two (but not necessarily bigger), he wins the struggle and pins Curtis to his back.)
Jacob: (straddled on top) I see you haven’t changed a bit either; still a smart @$$.
Curtis: Yep! That’s why I’m going to Oxford.
Jacob: (actually impressed) Oh really…
Curtis: Yeah man.
Jacob: (now rubbing Curtis’ well-built abs) I guess I knew you had it in you… …are you sure you’re feelin’ okay?
Curtis: Yeah, man; never better. (His sex begins to agitate.)
Jacob: Do you remember what you said to me in the shower?
Curtis: (with a confused look) What are you talking about?
Jacob: You sure you don’t remember?! (Curtis shakes his head. He actually cannot recall. Now Jacob looks confused.) Well…let me remind you. (Jacob takes off his towel and overpowers Curtis with a kiss. After a few seconds, Curtis pushes Jacob out of the kiss.)
Curtis: Oh yeah… (He looks to the wall, panting heavily and smiling from ear to ear. I guess you could say he was blushing. His eyes return to Jacob, whose face is mere inches away.) …I love you.
Jacob: Yeah that...you meant it, didn't you?
(Curtis caresses Jacob’s ear and then pulls him slowly for a deep kiss. Meanwhile, the music is still playing: “Close the door…Let me rub your back where you say it's sore…Come on get closer and closer – so close to me…Let's get lost in each other…COME HERE BABY…”)

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White. After staring up at the ceiling for ten minutes, nothing’s changed. That’s all that’s there – white. A slight turn to the left…what is this? My long last best friend, sleeping like a lil’ baby chap, on my chest. That boy was always sleeping in my bed (which reminds me, I need to replace that Dru Hill CD. That’s my “lonely night” music.) I remember when he came over one time, back in Manchester. We were supposed to be watching the Manchester – Liverpool football game, but he wasn’t feeling too well that night, and he fell asleep. He chose the perfect game to fall asleep on; sure, we were losing 3 – 1 with like 30 minutes left in the second period, but then, it’s like they turned a switch on. We ended up winning that game 4 – 3. David Beckham scored his first goal that night, and it just happened to be for the win, with 10 seconds left on the game clock…we won the Premier League title that year…and there was Curtis, in dream land laid across my bed. I tried to wake him up, but he wasn’t budging. To be honest, it would’ve been a crime to disturb him then. When he was awake, he was rather silly, loud, almost annoying – but not now. He was at perfect peace, just like he is right now. I think that was the first time I wanted to kiss him; I was 11 years old, then. There were a few other moments when I came real close to kissing him.  In fact, I was real close at his party 2 years ago…and to think, last night, he beat me to the punch.
(He shakes his head and turns to the right) Let’s see what’s on the radio. (Grabs the remote and turns on the stereo) “Love – a word that comes and goes – but few people really know – what it means to really love somebody…” (Turns off stereo) Thanks a lot, Kirk Franklin, just kick a brother when he’s down. Wait…gospel music…that means it’s Sunday. I think I’mma definitely go to the night service at church tonight. I gotta chat with God about some thangs… once again, Kirk – thanks.

“Yo geeze, turn that back on. I like that song.”

He is not actually talking to me with his eyes closed; crazy boi…(Turns the stereo back on) “…what it really means – what it really means – what it really means…to love.” Good, this song’s over!

“I’m sorry, C; I didn’t want to wake you.”

I lied. In fact, Curtis, this is your fault. You just had to let that dangerous word slip out, didn’t you?!

(Still with his eyes closed) “Naw man, I’m not sleep.”
(Turns in to Curtis) “If you ain’t sleep, then open your eyes.”
(Grabs Jacob’s arm and pulls himself closer) “Fine then, smart @$$, I’m sleep.”
Let’s see who the smart @$$ really is…“Ok then, if I’m the smart @$$...” (Pulls the sheets down off of Curtis) “…then that makes you…” (SMACK!) “…a phat @$$.”
“Ow, man.” (Gets up and puts Jacob in a sleeper hold) “Why you always hurting me?!”
“Well... you’ve never complained…especially not last night.” (Curtis squeezes the hold tighter) C’mon Curtis, you know I ain’t lying. I mean, let’s put it this way. At the club, he took two hard shots of liquor to the gut. Then he came home with me, and took two more shots …anyways, this trick is actually hurting me. Time to get him off me.
“Ok Curtis, I’m sorry, man. Now let me go!”
(Bites Jacob’s ear) “Payback’s a _itch, isn’t it?!”
“Seriously C, let me go…I love you…” The magic words. That stunned him long enough for me to reverse the hold. Now I got him on his back again, like last night.
“Hold up, hold up. What did you just say?”
Let me play wit him right quick. (Pinches and twists Curtis’ nipple. Of course, Curtis agonizes in pain.) “I SAID that you’ve never complained about me…” (Twists again – “AAAAH!” ) “…inflicting pain upon you.”
“Ok, stop! Stop! …I meant what you said after that.”
“Oh... you meant ‘I love you’?”
“Yeah that.”
“I…think I love you.” (Licks Curtis’ neck, who pants passionately.)
(Getting excited real quick) “You…think?”
Ok, lemme stop playing wit him. (Kisses Curtis, rather hasty, but also rather hot. Jacob chuckles.) “Even better...I know.”
(Kisses and embraces Jacob) “I missed you, man.”
“I missed you, too.” He has no idea how true these words are. He’ll learn soon enough…
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Of course, the stereo is still on. But while they were wrestling – again – they rolled over the remote. No more gospel, probably to Jacob’s delight. Instead, Bobby Womack and Al Green were setting the right mood: “If loving you is wrong – I don’t wanna be right…”

To be continued…