I was standing in the front row of the concert and Michael was performing onstage.

My eyes widens when he started to sing and dance to "Billie Jean" and I started to laugh.

Michael smiled and chuckled to himself as he knew that I loved this song.

Later on that night, the king of pop was happy to see you again and he smiled as he pulled me into a loving hug.

"I missed you sweetheart".

He kissed my cheek and you teased him by licking his lips with your tongue.

"Ohoho...is that how it's going to be"?

I was giggling and then he pushed my back against the wall, where no one could see us.

I unbuttoned his dress shirt and slid the top part down his shoulders, making his penis wet.

"Ohhh"!

He saw that he was having an erection.

"What's the matter Michael"?

I asked, and then I looked confused,

"Ah...it's nothing really".

I shrugged my shoulders and then we walked back to the dressing so that Michael could change out of his costume.

Once we both got to the hotel, I went into the bathroom to take a shower and while I was in there, Michael snuck in with me and I almost dropped my bar off soap in surprise.

"You're so silly"!

I laughed and booped him on the nose with my finger.

He was giggling as he finished undressing and then he stepped into the shower with me.

"Oh no...I forgot my towel and my special shampoo".

He stepped out for a minute to grab what he needed, and then came back, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

"What's so special about your shampoo"?

I asked him.

"It's what makes my hair curly...see"?

He fluffed up his hair with hands and splashed me with water.

"Hey"!

I giggled, booping him on the nose again.

"Stop it...I need to get myself clean".

He gave me a serious look, and I couldn't read his facial expression.

"Didn't understand what I just said, baby"?

Michael asked me

I shook my head.

"It's because I have Autism".

"What's that"?

"It something I was diagnosed with at age eighteen".

Michael finished scrubbing his hair with shampoo, and then he rinsed it all out.

"Is it like a...disease or something"?

I laughed when he asked me that question.

"No, silly"! "It's a mental disorder. Has to do with how I view the world around me".

Now, Michael understood what I was saying.

"So, you can't understand what I say to you"?

"Not with facial expressions, but I still talk and hear you".