October 30, 2006, the blaring hip-hop and R&B music blended smoothly with the energy of the hundred costumed bodies at my Halloween Masquerade Ball at the Cipriani in Wall Street. The dance floor was packed. It was hard to move in the club but everybody was having a great time. Photographers from my Goodfella$ magazine ran around snapping pictures and mingled with my guests. I was dressed in a shiny red Versace suit; identical to the one Puff Daddy wore in one of his videos, being an observant. I felt so happy and blessed that the party was a big turnout.
I consumed a bottle of Cîroc at the bar, and decided to hit the dance floor. I danced with two tanned gorgeous women garbed like Angels. We were bumping and grinding like a trio of freaks. I enjoyed every second of it. A light-skinned Goddess clothed in a Cleopatra costume gazed at me. She resembled Halle Berry but a shade darker. I blinked twice to make sure I was not going crazy, and I caught her smiling at me.
I danced to two more songs before taking another drink break. The light-skinned Goddess stood in a dark spot unaccompanied. I developed the confidence to finally walked over to her and have a conversation. Without saying a word, I kissed those soft, wet lips of hers.
"I had to kiss you," I told her.
"Lucky for you, you're the only guy I'll let kiss me in here, Nature Boy." She replied.
"It's good to be me right now!" I responded. "I'm happy you know who I am. What's your name, Goddess?"
"Kandi," She answered softly.
"Where are you from?" I asked her.
"I'm from Atlanta,"