Another Michael

Chapter 15

'I should go home, Michael.'

'What are you gonna do there?'

'Well, you know, everyday stuff. Like... change my clothes, for example.'

'I can give you some of my clothes to wear.'

'Like your gold pants?' I quip.

'If that's what you want, sure' he grins.

'Actually, I'd like to see you in them. And I'd like to see myself in some clean clothes.'

'You don't even need to wear any clothes... just saying...'

'I've been doing that for quite some time now. I need to change.'

'Fine, ok, I'll ask the driver to take you home.'

'Thank you', I smile and press a peck on his cheek.

'Could you stay for a couple more hours, though?'

'I could, if you have a good reason.'

'Ooooh, I have the best of reasons.'

I have something naughty on my mind and hope he's thinking of the same, but... no, he doesn't.

'Wait just a sec, I'll be right back.'

He leaves and comes back soon after holding something behind his back.

'What do you have there?'

'Guess.'

'An inflatable hammer to knock me over the head with?'

'We're not the three stooges, you know. But you're close' he chuckles.

I'm close? How could I be close?

'Come with me', he says, sticking an arm out and keeping the other behind his back he takes my hand and leads me down an intricate corridor. He opens the door to a room that has nothing else inside but a huge Twister game. Then he turns to me with the biggest smile on his face.

'Wanna play twister?' he beams.

'That's what you want me here for?'

'Oh, no, no, no... Not just that!'

And then he takes his hand from behind his back and he's holding a velvet box. He opens it in front of my eyes and inside it there's a splendid earnings and bracelet set. Diamonds.

'Whoa!' I gasp.

'They're for you' he smiles lovingly.

'Wow, Michael, they are absolutely beautiful, spectacular, stunning! Thank you so much! They are just... to die for!' I smile brighter than the sun.

This man totally lives up to the stories!

'Would you like to try them on?'

'I'd love to!'

I put on the earrings and when I get to the bracelet he asks:

'May I put that on you?'

'Yes, please do.'

He takes my hand and barely touching my skin he puts the bracelet on, with the softest most subtle and precise gestures, which just tells me he's done this many times before.

'They're gorgeous, Michael.'

'You are.'

'Thank you' I blush. 'But wait a minute... where's the connection to the Twister?'

'Well, you see, that's the interesting part.'

'Is it now?' I inquire and give him a look.

'Oh, yes, it sure is. You see, I want us to play a little game.'

'Now you're just being creepy, like that guy in Saw.'

'No, no, not at all, nothing creepy. I want us to play Twister and you'll just be wearing my diamonds' he says and instantly gets embarrassed and blushing at his own request.

For a moment there's silence, while my brain is trying to compute, flooded by a million potential images of naked Twister and jewelry in the company of Michael Jackson. I keep staring into space and my face tightens and goes red from all the pressure. Then I burst out into mad laughter. I'm roaring so loud that I feel the vibrations throughout my body all the way to my toes. My stomach even starts hurting and I hold it with my hands in a crazy laughing spree. Seeing that I'm not at all taken aback by his idea, Michael starts laughing too, shyly at first but then lets it all out. When we finally come to our senses he asks:

'So you'll do it?'

'I'd love to do it!' I yell. 'Mbut... since I'll just be wearing the diamonds and nothing else, what will you be wearing?'

'I'll be wearing my regular clothes, of course.'

'Oh, hell nah, you won't! I have a little fantasy of my own.'

'What does the lady desire?' he smirks.

'You'll be wearing your gold pants. And nothing else.'

'My gold pants??' he laughs. 'Come on, I don't have them here.'

'Oh, sure you do.'

'I don't.'

'Gold pants, Michael.'

'I don't have gold pants here' he smiles.

'Gold pants, gold pants, gold pants!' I chant, unyielding.

'Mona, sweetheart...'

Sweetheart?! Nice.

'I swear I don't have those damn gold pants here, they are stage clothes. I'd love to wear them for you, but right now it's impossible. Anything else you'd like? I'll do it' he proclaims.

'No, nothing else...' I pout.

'But you'll still do the twister, right?'

'I will, yes.'

'Yaaaaay!' he sings and starts jumping up and down, like a happy child, taking me with him.

I love seeing him so happy. It's a beautiful sight.

'Ok, so let's do it! Strip!'

'Wow, Michael, that's rude!' I joke.

'Was not, because I was smiling when I said it' he laughs, knowing I was just messing with him.

So there we are, playing diamond naked twister for the following couple of hours. I've never laughed so hard in my life. Granted that some of the positions were absolutely unflattering and ridiculous, that's what made them the more hilarious. Honestly, most of the times I lost was because I was laughing too hard to be able to keep my balance and I would just crumble to the floor in a heap of chuckles. When Michael lost, the reason was the same, but I did lose more rounds than he did. Which was fine, because this was his fantasy.

Before we played I expected this whole game to turn into something sexual at any point because of the nakedness and the advanced kama sutra positions that I frequently found myself in, but it was rather a children's game with a splash of nudity, played by weird adults. It was perfect!

When we were finally too tired to be holding our weight on our palms and toes, we put an end to it and he called the chauffeur. While we were waiting by the elevator door he came close to me, took me in his arms and gave me the tightest hug I ever got. He held me there for a while and when he let me go there was so much gratitude in his eyes that it made him look stunningly bright, like an angel.

'Thank you so much for doing this for me, Mona.'

'You're welcome, Michael.'

'No, you don't get it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this, I am eternally grateful.'

'Michael, you're very welcome. I wasn't just doing it for you, I did it for myself as well. I had a great time, so actually I am the one who has to thank you, too! If by this you also had your fantasy fulfilled, all the better! Happy I made you happy.'

'So so happy...' he smiles tenderly, with the shadow of sadness in the corner of his eye.