Carefully slipping my hand into his shirt, I touched the cloth of the t-shirt over his stomach, heated by the body underneath. The music drifted away from me. Over the rushing in my ears, I loudly heard his fast, shallow breaths coming through parted lips, his stomach under my hand rising and falling in time. Then I moved into him, my right hand sliding around his waist, diving deep into his clothes, pulling the left hem of his shirt from his pants in the process. I felt him letting go of the horse behind me. His eye lids flickered shut. His mouth was dry both from arousal and from drinking wine; he still tasted of it, sweet and bitter. Arms closed around me. And then I pulled him down with me... ~~~~~ Pop star Michael Jackson is a man everybody knows as guarded, reluctant and shy. Yet in summer 1989, he engages in an amorous adventure with a practical stranger. How did that happen? And who is she? This is the story about the circumstances surrounding an unusual night in the life of Michael Jackson. And it's a story about falling in love...

She was a shipwreck that didn't know how to be found. | cover: TinHoverCarInIce