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My True MJ Story Part III

Thanks to the person who asked me to continue my story. I am having fun writing this tale because it has been in my mind for years. I ignored it for a while but Michael's horrible,sad, untimely passing brought it back to the fore-front and now I think about it everyday. Remember that Part I is true and the rest is my fantasy and what might have been. I hope you enjoy it as much as I like writing it.The story might go a little slow as it is a progression of good things to come. Let me know if you like it!

The black, iron gates to the Jackson home opens up to me. I drive a distance before reaching the guard shack. A security worker steps out to greet me and opens my car door. He tells me that Mr. Jackson is waiting in the courtyard for me. I walk a bit of ways down a brick-layed path. As I walk, I admire the beauty of the property. There are many beautiful flowers and trees. I hear sounds of exotic animals coming from somewhere.  I enter the courtyard and I see Michael standing there waiting for me by a flowing fountain. He is wearing staight-legged jeans and a red plaid shirt with his signature loafers. He has that curl strategically placed on his forehead and he looks like a dream. As I approach him, I notice that he gives me the once over. He doesn't think I notice but he starts at my feet which are perfectly manicured and moves his eyes up my legs. They travel to my firm breasts,to my face and then my hair. When our eyes meet, he gives me that beautiful, engaging smile of his and I feel tingley all over. I am giggling on the inside because Michael is all man. He likes what he sees and cannot hide it. People think this man is gay? So not! He takes my hand and tells me how good it is to see me. I tell him how glad I am to be there. We enter inside his home and he calls for his mother Katherine to come out. She enters from the kitchen to say hello and welcome me to her home. His father Joseph follows close behind. He says it is nice to meet me and asks me where my family is from. I tell him that My parents are both southern but I was born in Arizona. I add that we have been living in California since I was six years old. Joseph gives me a cynical "uh huh" and leaves the room. I'm not worried about Joseph because I was raised well and will soon win him over. Katherine tells us to have a good time and she leaves the room. Michael leads me to the living room and we sit on a large, cushiony sofa. We settle in for more conversation nestled in huge pillows. Michael moves in close and he stares at me for a minute before saying, "You are really cute." Being very modest, I blush and say thank you. He asks me if I got enough sleep after our long conversation that was in the wee hours of the morning. I reply that I did. We begin to talk about things we like and are interested in. We discover that we both love horror movies and cartoons. We talk some more about our first encounters and we  laugh about how crazy it was that we sat in the middle of the street just staring at each other. How dumb was that?; we laughed. He asks me would I like to see a movie in his private theater and I say that I have a better idea. I ask him to take a chance with me and let's go to a public theater. I know he wants to get out and do normal things and I want him to feel free to do so. I convince him to try it and I promise that I will protect him. I want to defy the odds and have him go out with me with no disguises on. I ask him to trust me. Michael says there is something in my eyes that tells him he can trust me. Remember that this is 1983, so we look in the newspaper to find a good movie to see. We decide on the latest horror movie which  will be showing at 4:30. It is already 4:00 so he tells his mother that we are going to a movie. Katherine says, "Michael are you sure? You are not wearing a disguise?" He looks at me and says, "No mother, I'll be alright." She looks at me and we smile. She is happy that for once her son will experience something normal, something he missed out on;going on a date with a regular girl. I drive to the theater and Michael is very funny. He makes fun of my driving and pretends that he is afraid to ride with me. We laugh about various things along the way and we finally arrive at the cineplex. It is mid-week so there are not a whole lot of people there. Still Michael is aprehensive so I lock my arm into his to reassure him. This is our first real intimate contact and I am melting on the inside but I have to be strong for Michael. I tell him to just hold on to me and walk and behave as if he's been to this movie theater millions of times and no one knows who he is. Michael does as I say and we are able to make it to the ticket booth to buy our tickets. Michael insists on paying but I tell him that this outing is on me. We buy our tickets and before entering into the theater a few people recognize Michael. Michael being the gracious person he is, starts to give autographs. I know he is kind and loves his fans so I patiently stand protectively by with my arm firmly in his to reassure him that I will protect him and not let this get out of hand. Before more people begin to approach I say firmly, "Thank you everyone but our movie is starting. You all are so nice." I maneuver him away and we go to see our film. No one bothers us in the movie so we share a bucket of popcorn and enjoy our show. During the show, we jump and scream at the scary moments then we laugh hysterically. We have a good time and tease each other about who is the scariest. Afterwards we slip out of the movie right before the credits so I can get him out safely. I then ask him if he is ready to go home and he replies, "No". He is feeling a little bit more courageous and asks me if we could go get something to drink. I drive along Ventura Blvd. until I find a small,discreet cafe. It is dark and cozy inside. The tables are lit only with candles and there are semi-private booths. We get seated and Michael orders wine for both of us. Michael is relaxed and the ambiance of the restaraunt puts him in a flirtatious mood. He looks at me intensely and I ask him why is looking at me in that manner. He says, "I want to thank you for today. It has been a while since I have been able to really be free and be myself." I tell him he is welcome and that it was my pleasure. We talk some more, exploring each others minds. We also talk about what touring is like for him. He reveals that he enjoys the performing all of the time but the extensive traveling and preparation he doesn't like. A time comes when we find ourselves being silent for a moment just looking at each other. Our spirits are beginning to connect.  My senses are more acute from the glass of wine and from just looking at the handsome man who is sitting next to me.  His voice makes my head spin and my body is warm. Being with him is more intoxicating than drinking the wine. He takes my hand and plays with my finger tips exploring  their softness. I like his touch. It is gentle. I look at him and ask him playfully if he is trying to get fresh. He smiles mischieviously and pulls his hand away. "Let's go", he says. We leave the restaurant and go back to the house. I walk him to the courtyard and tell him I have to go because it is getting late and I know he has a plane to catch in the morning. I really want to go in and spend more time with him but I want to take it slow and even though he didn't tell me, I know he does too. It is important that we get to know and like each other as people before we go any further. He gives me a hug and tells me he wants to see me when he gets back and that he'll call me while on tour. I tell him that I will be looking forward to seeing him again and I wish him a successful tour.
2 days later after Michael and his brothers leave, I recieve a package from FedEx. Inside is one front row ticket to the Triumph tour when the Jacksons arrive for the last show of their tour which is in Los Angeles. Along with it is a backstage pass and a note from Michael:  You are the first woman I have met that I believe likes me for me, Michael from Gary, Indiana. Make a point to coming to the show. I won't accept "no" for an answer.
To be continued... It gets good.

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