Whitney POV Micheal been attending rehab. I've been bored. Lonely. I was suppose to take some time off but I can't. I mean my mind is just, everywhere. I'm getting ready to drop the greatest hits. I been so tired. Blanket is almost 9 months. I look at the time 12am. M.j. Birthday is today. May 14. He is 10. I wanted to cry. I mean Micheal need to be here. He is suppose to be here. I was at this point in tears. I was slowly falling asleep. I heard the door creep open. "Micheal." I said. No answer. I could only see figure. It was kinda freaking me out. I cut on the lamp to see Micheal smiling. I had on this night gown. It stop about mid thigh. I ran up and kiss him. "You scare the hell out of me." I said. He look like he had something on his mind. I pulled away from him. He shut the door and lock it. "I have to talk to you about something. " He said. "What is it?" I said. "I want to do something different." He said taking off his jacket. "What." I said. He whisper in my ear. "I want you to umm." I cut him off. "What is it?" I ask. "Micheal just spit it out." I said. "I want a blow job. Please I." He cut himself off studying my face. I look at him to see was he joking.
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I couldn't even respond. I just look at him. I shook my head to let him know I'm might not do it. He nodded.
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I look at him and frown up. It was silence. It was like we reading each other minds. I was like hell no and he was like just think about it. We just stare at each other for a second.
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