Part 1, the reality.

"Nick! That bus is going to be here any minute! And I am not going to drive you to school again. You'll walk! I swear, I mean it this time!"

"Mom, why did you buy these weird flavor poptarts? They turn my mouth blue. Do you want me to be made fun of? "

"Amanda, just eat them. Or find something else."

"Can you make waffles?"

"5 minutes until your late bell rings and you can honestly ask that?" Pause. "Well, what do you think?"

"I'll settle for french toast.... Mom, don't you think that hitting your head like that will cause some kind of brain damage?"

"Mom, I need an advance on my allowance. Jason is selling off some of his Magic cards at lunch today."

"Nick, I don't have enough to give you lunch money. I'll have to check the laundry room for spare change as it is. Hey, wait a minute. You're already two allowances ahead anyway!"

"Mom, I need money today, too. Today is the last day to buy school sweatshirts"

"Couldn't you have told me about this a bit sooner? Where's my checkbook?"

"Mom, someone's at the door! Tashie, be quiet. Mommm!, door!"

"Amanda, you're right in front of it. Can't you see who it is?"

Amanda is unusually mute, while the weiner dog is barking in a frenzy.

"Amanda?"

Then a whisper, "Mom, you gotta see this guy who's standing on our front porch. He looks kind of familiar, but he is so, so..."

"Ask him if he sees the bus coming down the street. Nick!"

"He says that intell places the bus two streets down, ETA 3 minutes."

That got my attention. Do you think it could be? I had just posted my first story...

I looked out the front door with no memory of walking from the kitchen through the living room.

Then, I spoke in a hushed voice, "Michael."

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Part 2, the fantasy

"What can I do to please you?"

Oh, my god, don't faint now, girl. I pushed the gray edges of impending unconsciousness back and try to think.

"Kids need to get to school. Both need money."

He smiled. He wouldn't have to do anything but lift a finger. And he did, motioning to the driver of the limo. Limo? How did I miss seeing it in front of the house?

He spoke quietly to the driver, "Take the children to their schools and give them whatever they require in the way of funds."

"Uh, Nick doesn't need more than 5 dollars."

"You heard her. Move."

By now, the kids were behind me with stunned expressions on their faces.

"Rad car, man. Can we pick up a few of my friends? Does it have a bar and a television?"

"Nick, stay out of the bar."

"Yeah, right, Mom, whatever. This is so cool." And with that last comment, he ran to the limo, chattering to the driver, "My school is way, way far away. Got a map?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, Amanda?"

Staring at Michael, "Uh, uh..." 12 year old females, it seems, are not immune from the effects that Michael can produce with that smoky green gaze.

"Get going, sweetheart. Tell your teachers I won't be in to do volunteer copying today." And with that, I pushed her towards the limo. The driver came and escorted her to the back seat, seating her like a queen. He had to push my son out of the driver's seat over to the passenger side, and within seconds they were gone.

"What else can I do for you?"

Well, why not go for broke. "I have laundry to wash, dry, fold, and put away. The dishwasher needs emptying, house needs vaccuuming..."

He placed his fingers over my lips to stop my words. He smiled again. This would take nothing more than a phone call.

"Housekeeping. Come to this location and do a thorough clean up. Leave nothing undone." I looked up at him and he paused, "Yes."

"Windows too?"

"They'll do it all."

He closed his cell phone and looked at me again. "More?"

"Yeah, I need you to make mad, passionate love to me. Preferably in a five star hotel suite, room service on standby. Don't forget the jacuzzi in the bathroom."

His eyes had gone smoky and even more intense.

"Chere', it's already been arranged."

And as I looked at the large open lot across the street (heck it wasn't there before, but this is my fantasy.), a sleek black helicopter was approaching and landing.

"Shall we?"

"Uh, Michael?"

He smiled in understanding. How he does know me so well. With seemingly no effort, he swept me up into his arms, pressed a soft sensual kiss to my lips, and carried me to the waiting helicopter.

I have to stop there. It gets R then X rated pretty quick.

Tina (on her way to a cold shower)

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