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It was muggy and u ám, sương mù as 28 năm old michael jackson pulled up to his new civil war era mansion. The house was two stories high, made of white brick, and surrounded bởi a canopy of oak trees. Vines growing all around and over its coloums. "This place looks kinda creepy." Michael thought to himself as he made his way up the worn brick pathway leading to the house. When michael walked in the door made a loud creaking noise.

The inside was stunning, michael had just had it fixed up so he could di chuyển it. All the hardwood flooring had been restored, a big glorious chandiller hung in the enterance...

I slowly turned around to see the handsome Angel I grew to love, staring at me in the eyes while laying there with nothing but his silky black pajama pants. I was in pure happiness to see that he was home. "Michael! What are bạn doing here?" he didn't answer. He just leaned towards me and gave me a slow passionate kiss. I kissed him back as I began to cry seeing and feeling him here at home. I never shut my eyes as we kissed. I wanted to see him. Michael slowly rolled onto me and just kissed me slowly as if this was the last time forever. I didn't mind because I never got tired of his touch....