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At Last (Part Twenty)
Hello! Just wanna dedicate this to mjsite people all over, Michael Jackson, and those over in Japan who are going through tragedy. Praying for them. Let's get it started! ---------------------------------------------------------------- After the Ferris wheel ride, we decided to do other fun things, such as riding the bumper cars, riding peacefully on the carousel, competing on his race track on the race cars, and we even ate ice cones together. It reminded me of when I lived there, but at that time, I was just a usual visitor. We had such a wonderful time, full of smiles, giggles, and pure fun. Michael always made it seem like we were kids, and I loved that about him. Whenever I was stressed out with things, I would always come out there and just escape from all of it, and it would show my inner childhood. After we devoured our snow cones, and got brainfreezes from eating them so fast, we strolled over to his theater and there we sat on the stage. I looked over at him, and I thought that we could have some more fun together. I know this is crazy, but for the whole time that we knew each other, I have never learned how to moonwalk. He never taught me, and I was so desperate to learn. Me: Michael? Michael: Yes? Me: Teach me how to moonwalk. Michael's face lit up and he softly replied with a smile, "Sure." He got up and the lesson began. Michael: So...you wanna learn how to moonwalk, huh? (rubbing his chin, looking down at me) Me: Yep. Michael: Ehh...alright. From then, we got down to business. Then all of a sudden, Michael got under me and he started to grab my feet. Me: (looking down) What are you doin'? Michael: I'm trying to teach you how. Me: (playing around) And is this how you teach? Get under people and grab them by their feet? Michael: Yeah, basically. (giggles) I smiled and went along with it. Me: But I have a rule for you when you're teaching me. Michael: Oh yeah? And what is that? Me: Okay. Here it is. Don't try to look or peek under my skirt. I have pepper spray in my purse, if you're gonna decide to be a pervert. Michael: (laughing) I won't do anything, I promise. Let's get started now. Now...(grabs my left foot) when you're moonwalking, you're pushing back on the floor with each foot as the other one goes up. You're basically using force on each foot and pushing it back. That's what creates the illusion. He started to grab one foot as my other foot was "pushing back" on the floor. It was kinda difficult, but after a few tries, I decided to try it on my own. Me: I think I got it. Michael: Alright. Let's see it then. Pretending that Michael's hands were placed on my feet, I successfully glided across the stage and Michael's eyes were about to pop out of his head. Michael: You were...amazing! I have never had anyone do it so good in such a short time. Me: Was I really good? Michael: (nods head in amazement) Oh yeah! You were great. (hugs me) I loved when he hugged me. Again, my imagination ran away with me. But this time, I didn't daydream about us in a sunflower field...I daydreamed that we were on top of the Eiffel Tower, and we were only by ourselves...kissing like maniacs. But again, my imagination went away again, then Michael started tickling me. i didn't know why, but I didn't care. I was just laughing so hard. Me: (laughing hysterically) MICHAEL, STOP!! Michael: (laughs) No... I continued to laugh hysterically while Michael was smiling. We ended up falling on the stage floor, with me on top of him. We noticed what position we were in and then we stopped. I wanted to makeout with him from there, but I just knew I couldn't. Me: Uh...I think we should get off of each other. Michael: (had his hands on my waist) I agree. We were pretending like that never happened. We decided to come indoors and we relaxed in his living room, catching up on those times that we've been away from each other. In about a snap, it was already 2:30 am! Me: (checks my watch) Oh, my! It's so late. I think I should head on home now. (walks away) Bye, Michael. Michael: Wait! Me: (turns around) What? Michael: It's too late. Why don't you sleep here? Me: (playing along) Oh, I thought you'd never ask. I wanted him to let me stay for some reason. I didn't want to get in between his and Brooke's "relationship", by coming onto him, but I was still in love with Michael and I didn't like Brooke anyways. I hoped my impulses didn't get the best of me. We went upstairs and he showed me one of the guestrooms. Michael: Well, here you go. I'll see you in the morning. Me: But, what will I sleep in? Michael: Hmm...I'll give you one of my long shirts. Me: Michael, all of your shirts are long. (giggles) Michael: (giggles also) I'll just go get a shirt. *A couple minutes later* Michael: Here you go. Me: Thanks. Michael: You're welcome. goodnight. Me: Nighty-night. I slipped off my skirt, slipped off my shirt, took off my bra, and put on Michael's shirt. I went to bed and after an hour, I just couldn't fall asleep. Barefooted, and in nothing but in my panties and Michael's short shirt, exposing them, I snuck into Michael's room, since I needed something to do. Once I entered his room, I stood in front of his bed, while he was in his PJ's, waking up slowly. Michael: (just waking up) Mmm...what are you doing here? Me: I can't sleep. Uh-oh! I felt my impulses comin' on! I felt urged to share a really steamy, romantic moment with him. Did I? Would I destroy his relationship with Brooke? TBC... Vote!
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