Marsha Ambrosius, I’m fantasising. When I met you you were too young for me. I was a wanna be producer working in Buckhead. I saw you and your boyfriend scream out for help and I let both of u live with me. You were with child from your boyfriend. Now I see what you have reached. I don’t care who your “husband” is. He is not good enough. I love your British Accent and Green eyes. “Heaven help me if I ever have to use my Art.” Well I am using it. I am only 1 man doing it all so I have to specialize.