The year is 1988. Michael Jackson is on the Bad Tour travelling the world.  You work for him as a runner.  Feeling a mutual attraction you begin a love affair. 

I wrote it as two short stories but they read  like a chapter one and two.  I'll probably write more for this one. It's pretty racy so don't read it if you're underage. XXX

According to the world, he had just been unveiled as the greatest living superstar to grace this planet. To the world, he was that child prodigy who had sung his way into the hearts of people all across the world. He was that little boy who had the voice of an angel and could move like James Brown. To the world, he was that soft-voiced teenager who could mesmerize an audience like no other. To the world, he was the one who had just released the greatest selling album of all time. He was the one that could walk on the moon. He was all of that and above to a screaming nation of fans that were all just waiting, lurching on his next move.

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