Michael Jackson

*Michael's hands start to wander, one of his hands goes up your shirt and the other goes down your pants*

*gently turns your face towards him* please...just one kiss?

*My step falters as heat creeps up my neck, and I grip your legs a little tighter* Careful, Emma... keep teasing me, and this quiet walk may become very interesting indeed.

*catches your laughter and settles you securely on my shoulder* You asked for trouble, Emma. *descends the final steps with a grin* Keep squirming and I may change my mind about the walk.

*Michael's eyes widen* Michael:are you...are you gay?

*he continues to kiss you,you can't move*

*he pins you against the wall and starts to bite your neck*