I walked into the bathroom to find Michael laying in the tub, shower still running, curtain rip down, and Michael cradling his right forearm. "Ugh! Taylor, help me! AAH!" he yelled. "Michael! What happened?" I tried my best to get him out without hurting him as I asked him what went on. "I was going to turn the shower off but I slipped and tried to-OW!-use the curtain but it ripped and I think I broke my forearm! OW! FUCK!!!!" As I got him into the room and on our bed, I grabbed clothes and tried to get them on him without hurting him. "LILLIAN! GET THE CAR READY! MICHAEL'S HURT! I NEED YOU TO STAY HERE!" I yelled. I could faintly hear, "Yes, ma'am!" "C'mon, Michael. Let's get you to the hospital."
As I drove as fast as I could, I could hear Michael moaning and groaning from the pain. I made sure I didn't hit a lot of bumps on the road so Michael wouldn't bang his arm. I felt so bad for him. My poor baby is in pain and I can't get to the hospital any quicker! "Just hold on Michael. We're almost there."
When we finally reached the hospital and parked, I tried to get Michael out as quickly as possible and get him inside. We were basically speed walking to the emergency room. After we got inside, I rushed to the counter and said,"Please, can you send someone down here for assistance? We need a doctor." the lady looked at me and asked, "What seems to be the problem?" Michael was clearly in too much pain to wait. "I need a freaking doctor because I broke my arm! Just get a doctor down here now!" He apologized to the lady after he finally could control the pain for a little. We waited for about five minutes and then the doctor came to take Michael to see what they could do. Before Michael left, he looked at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me in to kiss him passionately before he was to leave me.
*6 Hours Later*
It's 3:47 am and Michael is still getting dressed to come home. Poor baby, he broke his forearm. He has to wear a brace for 6 weeks. He is definately not doing any rehearsals for his album, "Bad". I walked up to him after he put both of his legs in his pants. He couldn't pull them up correctly due to only having one free hand. "Here, Michael. Let me help you." I grabbed his pants and pulled them up then closed them up for him. I looked up at him and smiled. "There you go. You need help with your shirt?" Michael didn't answer. He just stood there looking into my eyes. Michael leaned towards me and gave me a long lustful kiss then released me. "Thank you. I'm very lucky to have a guardian angel like you." I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before grabbing his shirt.
After we got him dressed, there was a wheelchair waiting for him outside his door. "I don't need that. Please, don't make me ride that." he asked. So instead, he walked to the car with my left arm wrapped around him as if I was keeping him warm. We slowly got him into the car and went home. Michael was kind of loopy from the pain medication they gave him in there so he was speaking funny. "Nooow, we have to go get Loui before he eats her purse again." said Michael, slurring his words. "Haha, Michael, Loui has been gone for three years. We need to get you home so you can rest." "I don't wanna rest. I wanna do you so nice a hard and do you aaall niiiiight loooong." Michael tried to kiss me while I was driving but I kept refusing. "Michael, just sit back and relax. We're almost home." I could see that he did want to because when I looked over at him and heard him moan when he sat back, I couldn't help but see that IT was hard. "Lord, give me strength" was all I could say.
*Home*
I finally got Michael inside and up to arm room where he really went crazy. "Alrighty, drop them pants, girl! I'm gonna kiss and lick every part of you!" I was shocked with everything he was saying, even though he was still loopy. Michael had his eyes closed as if he was sleep walking. "Michael, you need to get in bed and sleep. I'm not having sex with you while your loopy and have a broken arm." "Shamone, baby! Ple-HEY! I made up something! I made up "Shamone!" and he was right. He just slurred "come on" a bit and now he made a word. But he will never remember it. "So shamone baby girl. Lemme see you with your clothes off." "Get in bed, Michael." I spoke to him like a little kid. He looked at me, kissed me, then crawled into bed with one arm. He laid on his good side then fell asleep within seconds.
"God, if these meds make him do this and feel no pain, he's going to get addicted! I'm not letting that happen. He's so silly." I said to myself as I shook my head and tried to fix up the bathroom from his accident in the shower. But little did I know is that Michael can act and act very well. While I was picking up the shower hooks that hold up the shower curtain, I felt a hand sliding up my back and someone pressing against my butt as I was bent over. I couldn't help but moan a bit. "Mmm...Michael get in bed. You shouldn't be up" "C'mon baby. I need some love!" I turned around, grabbed his left arm and pulled him into the bed. "If you don't go to sleep, I want have sex with you until AFTER we're married! Now go to sleep, Michael. Please." I kissed his head and watched as he really fell asleep. I love Michael, but when he is on drugs like this, damn, he is too hard to handle.
As I drove as fast as I could, I could hear Michael moaning and groaning from the pain. I made sure I didn't hit a lot of bumps on the road so Michael wouldn't bang his arm. I felt so bad for him. My poor baby is in pain and I can't get to the hospital any quicker! "Just hold on Michael. We're almost there."
When we finally reached the hospital and parked, I tried to get Michael out as quickly as possible and get him inside. We were basically speed walking to the emergency room. After we got inside, I rushed to the counter and said,"Please, can you send someone down here for assistance? We need a doctor." the lady looked at me and asked, "What seems to be the problem?" Michael was clearly in too much pain to wait. "I need a freaking doctor because I broke my arm! Just get a doctor down here now!" He apologized to the lady after he finally could control the pain for a little. We waited for about five minutes and then the doctor came to take Michael to see what they could do. Before Michael left, he looked at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me in to kiss him passionately before he was to leave me.
*6 Hours Later*
It's 3:47 am and Michael is still getting dressed to come home. Poor baby, he broke his forearm. He has to wear a brace for 6 weeks. He is definately not doing any rehearsals for his album, "Bad". I walked up to him after he put both of his legs in his pants. He couldn't pull them up correctly due to only having one free hand. "Here, Michael. Let me help you." I grabbed his pants and pulled them up then closed them up for him. I looked up at him and smiled. "There you go. You need help with your shirt?" Michael didn't answer. He just stood there looking into my eyes. Michael leaned towards me and gave me a long lustful kiss then released me. "Thank you. I'm very lucky to have a guardian angel like you." I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss before grabbing his shirt.
After we got him dressed, there was a wheelchair waiting for him outside his door. "I don't need that. Please, don't make me ride that." he asked. So instead, he walked to the car with my left arm wrapped around him as if I was keeping him warm. We slowly got him into the car and went home. Michael was kind of loopy from the pain medication they gave him in there so he was speaking funny. "Nooow, we have to go get Loui before he eats her purse again." said Michael, slurring his words. "Haha, Michael, Loui has been gone for three years. We need to get you home so you can rest." "I don't wanna rest. I wanna do you so nice a hard and do you aaall niiiiight loooong." Michael tried to kiss me while I was driving but I kept refusing. "Michael, just sit back and relax. We're almost home." I could see that he did want to because when I looked over at him and heard him moan when he sat back, I couldn't help but see that IT was hard. "Lord, give me strength" was all I could say.
*Home*
I finally got Michael inside and up to arm room where he really went crazy. "Alrighty, drop them pants, girl! I'm gonna kiss and lick every part of you!" I was shocked with everything he was saying, even though he was still loopy. Michael had his eyes closed as if he was sleep walking. "Michael, you need to get in bed and sleep. I'm not having sex with you while your loopy and have a broken arm." "Shamone, baby! Ple-HEY! I made up something! I made up "Shamone!" and he was right. He just slurred "come on" a bit and now he made a word. But he will never remember it. "So shamone baby girl. Lemme see you with your clothes off." "Get in bed, Michael." I spoke to him like a little kid. He looked at me, kissed me, then crawled into bed with one arm. He laid on his good side then fell asleep within seconds.
"God, if these meds make him do this and feel no pain, he's going to get addicted! I'm not letting that happen. He's so silly." I said to myself as I shook my head and tried to fix up the bathroom from his accident in the shower. But little did I know is that Michael can act and act very well. While I was picking up the shower hooks that hold up the shower curtain, I felt a hand sliding up my back and someone pressing against my butt as I was bent over. I couldn't help but moan a bit. "Mmm...Michael get in bed. You shouldn't be up" "C'mon baby. I need some love!" I turned around, grabbed his left arm and pulled him into the bed. "If you don't go to sleep, I want have sex with you until AFTER we're married! Now go to sleep, Michael. Please." I kissed his head and watched as he really fell asleep. I love Michael, but when he is on drugs like this, damn, he is too hard to handle.
michael walking around france on his day off
what he was wearing when he took Aislinn to work.
michael upset as he walks into the theatre....
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Dress that diane wore to the cookout ;)
Michael Jackson
that you know you shouldn't have
The more you know you shouldn't have it,
The more you want it
And then one day you get it,
It's so good too
But it's just like my girl
When she's around me
I just feel so good, so good
But right now I just feel cold, so cold
Right down to my bones
'Cause ooh...
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
I know, I know, I know, I know,
I know, know, know, know, know,
I know, I know,
Hey I ought to leave
I ought to leave her alone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away
Dear liz,
impatience is not usually my weakness.But your letters torment me.They make me want to saddle a horse and ride to your house(dont ask me how i would cross the ocean),where i would make you explain yourself.
You know,i never thought things would happen this way.i'm planning to attend a seminar simply because lisa will be there.my heart is broken.i'd see her and it would mend.i'd leave her and it'd break again.the seminar is three nights.it will break three times.
But maybe i have lost nothing.she never was what i thought her.so i've lost nothing. she laughed in my face many times before.love is cruel you know? I have to go.write back soon.
Missing you.
Michael.
impatience is not usually my weakness.But your letters torment me.They make me want to saddle a horse and ride to your house(dont ask me how i would cross the ocean),where i would make you explain yourself.
You know,i never thought things would happen this way.i'm planning to attend a seminar simply because lisa will be there.my heart is broken.i'd see her and it would mend.i'd leave her and it'd break again.the seminar is three nights.it will break three times.
But maybe i have lost nothing.she never was what i thought her.so i've lost nothing. she laughed in my face many times before.love is cruel you know? I have to go.write back soon.
Missing you.
Michael.
