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My True MJ Story IV

It has been 3 long months since I last saw Michael. I miss him so much. Although he has called me at least 4 times a week since he has been gone, I miss him all the same. Michael has shared with me all the experiences he has had on this tour. He tells me about his favorite cities and countries. He says that he would like for me to visit some of these places with him sometime. He asks me how everything is going with me and I tell him that all is good and that I miss him. But Michael never tells me that he misses me. This disappoints me and I suppose that our relationship just might turn out to be platonic after all. In the beginning, I knew that there was a chance that our relationship could be just friendly. But after spending time with him a "friendly" relationship I discovered, would not be enough for me. I have not spoken to him in about 3 days but he will be back in Los Angeles tomorrow for his last show. At least I have that to look forward to. The next day, I start early preparing myself to see Michael. Although I might be just a friend to Michael, I still want to look my best for him. I slept most of the morning so that I would look refreshed. I bathed in and scented myself in a rose fragrance. I put on my mascara, eyeliner and a honey-colored gloss on my lips. My outfit of choice is a sexy, black short pants jumpsuit. It is tailored perfectly to fit my waist and hips. The neckline is rounded and shows a bit of cleavage. Again, I am carful to show just enough but not too much. I know that Michael doesn't like women who over-expose themselves. My style is sexy but elegant so I choose to wear my diamond stud earrings and put on my black, patent-leather pumps witht he 3 1/2 inch heels to complete my look. I oil my legs so that they have a sheen to them. My hair is shiny and I rake my fingers through it to give it a sexy, touseled look. I spritz myself again with a little bit of rose before I am ready to go. As I grab my car keys and purse, my door bell rings. I wonder "who in the heck is this?" I peer through the peep hole and I see a man in a chauffer's uniform. He says, "Mr. Michael Jackson has sent me to drive you to the concert." Wow, how thoughtful I think. Michael is the consumate gentleman. I open the door and I am escorted to the limosine and taken to the Forum where the Jacksons will perform the last show of their Triumph tour. I arrive at 7:00 and I am taken backstage. There is so much going on and I am taken to a lounge area to wait. I am thinking that Michael is going to come and see me before going on stage but he never comes. It is almost 8:00 and the show will be starting soon. I look outside the door of the lounge and I see the rest of the Jackson brothers. I walk out furthur to see if he is with them and they all turn to look at me. One of them says, "Who's that?" Someone else responds and says, "I don't know but she's pretty". I am flattered but all I want to do is see Michael. I go back into the lounge to sit and 15 minutes later a person from the stage crew comes to tell me that it is time to go to my seat because the show is about to begin. I am upset that Michael did not come out to see if I was here but I am excited to see him perform nevertheless. My seat is the best in the house. It is front and center. Maybe he has something special planned for me. It is my hope. The lights dim and the show starts in true Jackson syle. There are lights, pyrotechnics and the crowd is going wild. Randy comes on stage and says, "CAN YOU FEEL IT?!" and everyone goes berserk. The other brothers appear and the show is on. Michael, my baby is there standing in the center of his brothers and they begin to sing and dance. The concert is phenomenal and as always, Michael is the center of attention. All the women are screaming for him as he dances and struts his long legs across the stage. I feel so so fortunate. If all the girls just knew, I was invited personally by Michael Jackson. The show goes on and I am hoping at sometime Michael will acknowledge me by singing to me or just giving me eye-contact. But none of that happened. It was if I wasn't there and I was so hurt. Maybe, I thought, he will look for me after the show and that would have been okay too. The show ended and I headed for behind the stage once more. When I got there, there were people everywhere! They all wanted and were trying to get to Michael. I tried to make it through the crowd and it was just too much. I looked for the stage hand who had escorted me to my seat to take me to MJ but he was nowhere to be found in the chaos. I became so frustrated, hurt and angry, I began to look for the driver who had brought me there. He was at the door waiting for me. I told him that I was ready to go home and I knew that as soon as I got into the limo, I would burst into tears. My heart was broken. Michael did not want to see me as bad as I wanted to see him. He did not feel as I did. The driver escorted me to the car. When he opened the door, a large hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. It was Michael. I was just about to let out a huge sob when Michael wrapped his arms around me, put me in his lap and pressed his lips onto mine. At this moment, all my hurt, anger and frustration disappeared. His tongue pryed it's way into my mouth and he kissed me deeply. My arms encircled his neck and my hand buried themselves into his soft hair. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. Michael is a fabulous kisser. I arched my neck and his lips traveled down to kiss me there. He placed one hand on my thigh and began to stroke it. He came back up to kiss me again and he gently sucked on my bottom lip. It was all very surreal and so hot . Michael did not have to say that he missed me. By the way he was kissing and holding me, I knew that he had. Michael layed me back onto the seat of the limosine and continued kissing me. My hand were now stroking his back, his buttocks and his thighs. I began to kiss his neck and open up his shirt. He was still sweaty from performing but it made our experience all the more sexy. We were so into each other that I was not aware that the limo was now driving down the 405 freeway toward a destination unknown to me. There were only small breaks in our intimacy for us to say to each other what we were feeling. Michael said, "I love you baby." "I always have from the moment I first met you." I asked him did he mean it. He said, "Believe me now. Those three words are too serious to just use them  without the respect they deserve. I take love seriously and I am in love with you." I replied," Michael, I love you too sweetheart." "You mean so much to me." We began to kiss each other again. We lost all sense of time until we heard the driver say, "We are here Mr. Jackson." 
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