The night the triplets were born, it was storming like crazy downtown Los Angeles. Patrick, Phil and Philip (Storm) Stevens were all born June 28th just after midnight and when Philip, the last one came out, he was such a feisty baby, that he was automatically called Storm, a name that has stuck with him through his life. However, a couple of months before their 25th birthday, a major storm came into their lives causing the boys to become close again, instead of trying to individualize themselves from each other. Other than their eye colors, one bluish grey, one hazel green and one light brown you couldn't really tell the difference between them from a distance. They were identical with the perfect bi-racial mix, intelligence and blessed with good looks and good bodies. All had sworn to take different paths. However; as fate would have it, their paths had to cross in order to come through the storm they were about to be overshadowed by.

Who would ever think that simple horseplay could turn into a hot forbidden love affair between consenting adults? Because of a busy schedule, I had to advert my usual Wednesday afternoon trip to the barber's shop to a Saturday morning visit to the barber's shop. Knowing how everyone seemed to get cuts on Saturdays, because of wanting to go out and party Saturday nights or for a fresh look for Sunday morning church service or because of work on Monday. I figured showing up early before everyone else got there, it would be my way of beating the crowd. Boy was I wrong. Not to mention that the barber, although his reputation for his cuts exceeded him well, he was also known as a womanizer and went through women like he changed underwear, daily. And he had also made a play for my younger sister at one time, knowing he was well over the age of 21. I had my beef with Jay but I respected him as a barber and knew that although his personal life was his own and none of my business, he knew how to cut my hair. And regardless of what my personal thoughts were of him, we were still cordial to one another keeping business as business... Until that fateful Saturday morning.