By 1984, the positive vibrations of the late 1960's and 70's were fast fading and life wasn't so peachy keen. Jersey was just another tough guy with a broken heart and a bad attitude. And then she walked into his office, the perfect femme fatale, with a lie resting on her full red lips, and the scent of gardenias fogging the air. Margaret Washington was all the trouble a man could ask for. But it isn't the provocative Mrs. Washington pulling his strings,...