Michael Jackson At The Phantasialand

It was another dag without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What u want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do u want from me?" I moaned "I got something for u , babe." He zei as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did u get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in bed drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have u brought...

I woke and Michael still sleep. I decided to get an early start on my dag , so I cooked an omelet and made Jamaican tea. I sat at the tafel, tabel and read the newspaper , nothing surprising going on. Isis was up "Morning , Nesha." She zei , her voice sounding like a man's "Good morning , auntie." I zei , my voice sounding like hers. Michael walked in the bathroom while I was walking to the room , he was naked. I walked backwards to see if this was true , it was. He was so hot and.....God , that ezel "Michael , Isis is still here." I whispered as he snatched a towel on. I giggled , he was so cute...