title: Never Lucy: A Journey of Trials, Triumphs and Gifts of the Spirit
author: Leticia Walker
description: Leticia Walker is a daughter, mother, grandmother, a spouse, friend, a Christian, a singer, songwriter, choir director, a cook, teacher, student, and businesswoman, a Trekkie, a Fanilow, and more. Grounded in faith, she has a spiritual outlook toward life. Walker is an accomplished songwriter and lyricist. Eight of the ten songs on her disc, Forever, are original and brought her international recognition. Walker has composed the music for a musical adaptation of Shakespeares A Midsummer Nights Dream entitled, Secrets of a Midsummer Night. Her Christmas CD, Christmas and All That Jazz, and a gospel CD are in the works, and the long awaited Exposed Heart will follow. Leticia also coaches and teaches voice. Walker founded and directed a local college choir and has enjoyed serving her church, working as a cantor and musical director. She appeared in the film Winning Losers as well as in concerts in New York City, Washington DC, and Philadelphia. A passionate humanitarian, Leticia has lent her talents to support the March of Dimes, American Cancer Society, the fight against AIDS, Music Beats the Streets and Disabled American Veterans. Walker has also served as President of the Board of Directors for Rainbows End and performed for this organization that brings entertainment to those in institutions, nursing homes and rehabilitation facilities.
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  ## Lucy was drowning in raw sensation. Lying in the arms of a total stranger,
  drowning in the quicksilver heat of his eyes, his touch, parting her lips to
  gasp in air, struggling to breathe.
  
  
  
  
  
  What was she thinking? What was she doing?
  
  
  
  
  
  On some distant level she knew she had to move, run, but here, now, only the
  most primitive sensations were getting through….
  
  
  
  
  
  She squirmed away from him in alarm, using her hands and feet to scrabble
  backward.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No!”
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the cry of a man bereft.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Stop!”
  
  
  
  
  
  But the urgency of Nathaniel’s words spurred her on. She dodged through moving
  shoppers and took the stairs two at a time, fear driving her escape.
  
  
  
  
  
  Nathaniel forced himself to move, pick up the shoe that had tumbled unnoticed
  from her bag.
  
  
  
  
  
  He turned it in his hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  It bore an expensive, high-end designer label at odds with the damp edge
  around the platform sole, splashes of pavement dirt on the slender and very
  high, very slender st