Michael Jackson was asleep because he had been recording songs in the studio for a week and he was pretty tired.

I was in a mischievous mood and after finding a taser, I snuck upstairs to check on him.

I quietly walked up to him, holding up the taser and he woke up screaming like a four year old child.

He ran to the the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

I rolled on the bed laughing my butt off, and then after a while, I stopped to catch my breath.

Michael was shaking with nervousness and then he screamed again when I put the taser up in his face.

"Why you do this to me"?

He sounded like he was upset, but it was more like a whine.

I put the taser away and Michael unlocked the bathroom door.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I was just having fun. Plus it's almost suppertime and I'm starving".

I gave him puppy dog eyes and he smiled, gently kissing me on the lips passionately.

"Let's go make dinner so I can get a early night's rest after we watch Peter Pan".

We both went downstairs to the kitchen and made a big plate of Mexican food.