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I Can Treat You Better...*Part Six*

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        After I checked in the hotel, I went inside my hotel room, and since I had only a day to rest, I decided to take advantage of it. I bought my bathing suit with me, so for my own relaxation, I decided to take a nice hot jacuzzi bath outside in the night. I slipped off my clothes and I put on my purple, brown, and white ruffled bikini on, I put on my black robe and I headed out to soak. Once in the jacuzzi, I sighed from satisfaction as my body boiled. While I was relaxing, I saw a shadow coming closer to me. The shadow turned out to be someone walking. It was a man. This man had a familiar face, a familiar walk, and familiar looks. Right away, I realized who this man appeared to be.
Me: (eyes widen) Michael? Michael Jackson?
Michael: (suprised) Melinda Sanders-Smith? I-Is that you?
Me: (nods head)
Michael: (smiles) Oh, long time no see...
    For some reason, I felt slightly uncomfortable around Michael. Once I saw his face, I immediately thought about that incident. 
Me: (uncomfortable) Yeah...What are you, touring or something?
Michael: Yes...I am touring. Are you shooting a movie or something?
Me: Well, not at this minute, but yes, I will start shooting tomorrow.
    Michael nodded his head and then an awkward silence became present until Michael broke the ice.
Michael: Uh...look...about the party a couple months ago...I'm sorry what I did to y--
Me: (cuts him off) No, it's not your fault. It's mine. I ran away because I felt terrible about kissing someone I just met, that's all. It's all behind me now.
Michael: Okay...How about we start over?
Me: (smiles) Sure.
Michael: (smiles) Wonderful. (holds out his hand) Hi, I'm Michael.
Me: (giggles) Hi. My name's Melinda. (shakes his hand) You're funny.
Michael: (scoffs) No, I'm not. Um...do you mind if I hop in with you?
Me: Nah...I would like some company.
   Michael unbuttoned his long-sleeved red shirt and I tried so hard not to laugh, because his chest was completely flat, but it was cute in some way. He had the body of a little boy, and that kinda...made me bite my lip a little bit. It was kinda hot and sexy, but I brushed it off. You know what I find sexier than a man with buff muscles, buff abs and a stong-bulded chest? A man with the chest of a little boy, with no muscles, or abs. To me, that's really sexy. I don't know why, but it is what it is. He then removed his black slacks and exposed his plaid red and black boxers. He got into the hot tub and he soon soaked in with me. It was like when we first met, without that kiss that happened between us. We decided to start a fresh-starting friendship. We laughed together again and we really enjoyed each other's company. 
Michael: Hey, you wanna go to the pool with the little fishies?
Me: (laughs) Sure. (continues laughing) You're killing me, Michael.
Michael: But why? I'm not that funny...
Me: Yes, you are. (gets up)
    Once I got up, Michael's eyes followed my every direction. I could tell he was attracted and distracted by my bikini. I kinda enjoyed the attention he was giving me.
*In Michael's P.O.V.*
     Oh my...I was lost for words! When she got up and started walking, my heart started to race, to pound, and to throb. I had never seen a woman in a bikini before. I looked at her up and down, and I started to get...sexually aroused. She had beads and beads of water all over her, and she had nice, curved hips, a beautiful river of long, chocolate brown hair, and she had a very nice, curvacious butt. She had a huge butt for a Caucasian girl, I'm just saying. I don't mean to get all perverted, but if I didn't know her, I would've expected to see her in a men's magazine, like Playboy or Sports Illustrated, with a picture of her naked or in a racy laced outfit in a very sexual pose. I would've mistaken her for a swimsuit model or something. I couldn't take my eyes off of her breasts. They looked so nice and so round. I imagined myself touching them all over. Oh no! What am I saying?!?

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