Imagine being a childhood friend of Michael’s who kept correspondence with him throughout the years via letters. You’ve secretly been waiting for him to break out for years and have a safe hiding spot for him in your house.
Too bad he’s had such limited contact with peers that Michael keeps becoming unbearably aroused around you.
You didn’t think it was that bad until he started stalking you. Which consists of mostly of watching you from afar while j*rking off. Until you spot him and ask him what the f*ck he’s doing.
Note: Sorry, this is funny to me.