Michael was getting ready to go to a meeting and I was going to help out by babysitting his children.
Bill Whitfield was outside waiting for the singer by the limo.
I was teaching his children how to tie a knot using a piece of string.
A few minutes later, Michael walked outside and then he started to smell something terrible.
When he looked at one of his solid black penny loafers, he realized that he had stepped on some kind of an animal's feces.
"Prince, did you ever take Kenya out"?
He asked his oldest son.
"Yes Daddy, I took Kenya out a few minutes ago".
The little boy answered his father.
I inspected his shoe and then saw that it was cat poop.
"Oh no..."
I said out loud.
"What is it, F/n"?
Michael asked me.
"I know what happened. You stepped in Cinnamon's manure".
I told him, and then almost started laughing.
"Oh my God, that's disgusting".
Michael was annoyed that he had accidentally stepped in my tortoiseshell cat's poop.
He also wasn't happy that I hadn't take Cinnamon out to do her business.
"You're exactly right, Mr. Jackson. She should've known better".
Bill said to the king of pop as he waited for Michael to find a new pair of shoes.
"Well, this wouldn't have happened if your stubborn butt hadn't refused to take me out to the Pet Store to get a litter box after he got back from the meeting".
I said with a little frown and crossed my arms.
"Why can't you go out by yourself and get one"?
Michael asked, with an annoyed look on his face.
"I can't even drive"!
I hollered, glaring at him.
"Don't you dare get an attitude with me, young lady".
Michael scolded me.
"Then why don't you be useful and go out to the Pet Store and get me a litter box, you conasse"!
I sassed right back at him.
Michael Jackson couldn't believe what I had said to him.
He then took his kids into the playroom so they wouldn't hear naughty word.
"Bill, can you translate what she just said"?
The king of pop asked.
Bill whispered to Michael what the word was.
It was a curse word in French.
Michael turned his head back towards me and needless to say, he didn't look happy.
"You need to have your mouth washed".
He said to me in a not-so-amused tone of voice.
I wasn't gonna be treated like a child.
"You know I'm a grown woman, right"?
He didn't answer me and instead, the singer grabbed ahold of my hand.
When I saw that he was taking me to the bathroom, I panicked and tried pull away.
"Cinnamon! Come here and—-
I was interrupted by Michael because he gave a spank to my behind.
"You're not even—-
"Aye! I don't want to hear it"!
"But Michael—
I pouted.
He gave another spank to my behind.
Now, I was really getting mad.
"Va te faire enculer"!
I glared at him and he gasped, and then dragged me to the bathroom.
Taking out a bar or soap, he forced me to put in my mouth for about 24 minutes.
After that, he took it back.
I was now spitting out saliva and soapy suds.
"You Salope".
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You better watch your mouth, young lady".
Then, Michael took me the dining room and he put me in a timeout.
I was forced to sit down in a chair next to the wall.
By then, Cinnamon had finally wandered in to see me.
She hopped up onto my lap and could see that I was still in distress.
"No playtime for you..."
Michael tried to take Cinnamon away from me, but the cat hissed at him in retaliation.
He let out an annoyed sigh and then walked away.
Wow.
Just wow.
