"shit!" i say jumping out of bed.  Michael (yes michael!) sits up from bed and looks at me throwing a pair of jeans and one of his sweatshirts on.  "whats wrong babe?"  he asks.  " I'm fucking late agian!  GAHHHH"  i say running to the bathroom and brushing my hair and pulling it up into a ponytail.  i dash back into my room only to run into someone standing right inside my door way completely naked.  he traps me in his arms, knowing full well that i'm running late, and kisses my forhead.  "have i told you how wonderful you look running around like a madlady?"  i glare at him.  he laughs and presses a kiss to my mouth.  i tell myself that i'm running REALLY late by now, and he isn't helping things, and not to give in.  I feel his one hand pull my hair out of the ponytail i just put it in.  "i like your hair down"  " having my hair down isn't practical for work tho darling!"  i say trying to fight to put it back up.  he grabs my hand and doesn't let go.  "call off for me"  he says.  i look at him.  yes it would be heaven to call off, but can practical me do that?  i shake my head no and try to wiggle free of his grip.  he doesnt give up that easy.  he wraps his arms around me and starts kissing me, knowing i'll give in sooner or later.  i don't realize what he is doing, but he is walking me back toward the bed that we spent all night in.   i sigh and look at him again.  he grins at me and hands me the cordless phone from on top of the headboard of my bed.  i call my employer and beg off, faking sick.  the whole time, i'm staring at michael, and he is staring at me.  You can tell how much we love eachother by the look in our eyes.  i hang up the phone and put it back on the stand.  i can feel him already wrapping his arms around me.  i laugh and say "just can't be alone with me for a minute huh mikeypoo?".  he laughs and shakes his head no, pulling his sweatshirt off me. 

 

i'll leave the rest for your imagination. hahahahahaha i'm mean!