A Sacred Commitment, Only Signed Through The Language Of Love

Will you love me more if I tell you that I know the people in that photo?” Tracy asked. Why Not?” was his answer Nhamo Muchagumisa Tracy had taken too long to say the words that would effectively stop Michael from bothering her with platinum roses, apple juice, endless love and all the empty words men speak to make women fall into their traps. She just needed to tell him that she abhorred him more than a person would ever hate the devil, but she had held the words back too long to be able to say them. Now she was not sure if in her decisive response she would not say the opposite with "so help me God" appended to the words like someone taking up a sacred duty. Her way to office had taken a winding road and Michael did not know that.