Since then, I embarked on a ridiculous road …… because, since then, I completely stopped believing in men and, psychologically, had problems.
After graduating from college, I got into the civil service with excellent grades and was assigned to a high-specification government department in my hometown city. Many of my peers who entered the unit together were assigned to the grass-roots level to receive training in the countryside because this was the basic procedure, and I was more fortunate than others to be left in the municipal unit.
First, my grades were very good indeed, and after an interview I made an outstanding impression on all those leaders who decided on the right of assignment, so I was kept on, along with several other equally good boys.
Everyone out of school together, together on the job, naturally vowed to work hard for the job and what not, of course, as a young comrade just embarked on the job, I was in the same mood.
However, aside from working hard, my mind couldn’t move on from the emotional damage for a long time.
Maybe it’s because I’m a Cancer girl.
Although I have a shadow on my psyche, but I dipped into the light of looks and character, the whole person looks very pure and beautiful, if I do not want to deliberately show to whom, the people around me is impossible to notice any, on the contrary, no matter where I go, I can win 90% of the people’s favorite, the remaining 10% I do not know if it is because of jealousy.
My psychological shadow comes from men.
When I loved my boyfriend so much, but he still can not refuse the temptation of other women’s bodies, for men, there is really no loyalty and responsibility this said?2002, I was 21 years old, physical and mental development is mature enough, many uncles and aunts in the unit level of colleagues are enthusiastic about the introduction of the object to me, but I every time is hard to go to see, because of embarrassment to refuse the colleagues’ good intentions, of course, none of them succeeded. I’m sorry to say that I was too embarrassed to reject my coworkers’ good intentions, but of course, I didn’t succeed in any of them.
Some of the guys who were introduced to me did look good and took the initiative to contact me after the meeting, but I always avoided them because my heart rejected them, I didn’t want to talk about relationships, I was afraid, I felt that I was already emptied out and I couldn’t come up with anything more.
Fortunately, I rely on their own external capital is not bad, people did not express any suspicion of me, just that I think I have higher conditions, still no lack of enthusiasm one after another to pull me to meet.
At the age of 21 years old, there is no boyfriend around, the mind will certainly be empty, will certainly think of ways to get rid of loneliness, I, then chose to chat on the Internet in this wrong way, from then on, began their own twisted personal life.
In the past, I spurned the most is the Internet chat, always think it is a junior high school students only do boring things, as a result, I still give trapped.
At that time, I took up an ambiguous name in a chat room with ambiguous names and chatted about men.
He is 37 years old and is the deputy director of a division of a government department in Kunming, Yunnan Province.
I was curious at the time because I thought only teenage boys and girls in the throes of puberty would come online to vent their excess energy, but I didn’t realize there were men of that age here.
So much so that at first I didn’t believe it at all, and then he called me on my cell phone and I was half convinced.
Why do I say half-heartedly? Because, his cell phone number is very good, I think it is impossible for a young boy without any social or economic foundation to have such a number, but his voice is very young, it really doesn’t sound like he is 37 years old.
We chatted online and I refused to divulge my confidence about it, but he did tell me everything, including a lot of things about his life and work.
Although we met by talking about sex in the beginning, we hardly ever talked about that most of the time afterward.
Things have changed in some qualitative ways.
It’s because of my unit.
After we had talked for about a week, the organization suddenly had to send me to Yunnan on a business trip.
I couldn’t believe my ears at the time! I went home and rushed online to tell my online friends (let’s call them L’s from now on).
L was very happy and we hesitated to meet.
Because I’m very resistant to things like meeting online, mainly because it’s not safe, I guess.
Still, we decided to meet.
We hadn’t sent each other pictures or anything like that before this, so we had no idea what each other looked like.
Then, he described his appearance to me on the Internet, nothing more than what 1 meter 88 head ah, relatively thin ah, face line contour ah and so on, I was thinking, the devil knows whether he is as handsome as he said! My turn to describe themselves, I did not specifically describe my appearance, just tell him my flight number and the time of arrival at Kunming Airport, in the hall, let him call me on my cell phone, when he saw the woman who answered the phone is definitely me, if my appearance he is still satisfied with the words, come over to me to greet me, if I am a dinosaur in the legend of the words, he can pretend not to find each other as nothing has happened! .
He agreed.
I arrived at the Kunming airport at noon the next day, and as soon as I turned on my cell phone, his call came in.
He said, “Where are you? Why can’t I see you? Is that you with the chubby short hair?”
I laughed and said, “Come on, I’m wearing a ponytail and I’m answering the phone on my headset, do you think I’m fat?”
Suddenly, the other guy said, “Oh my God ……”
Then hang up.
Immediately afterward, I saw a tall, thin figure in the crowd waving at me.
He didn’t say panic, he had a really attractive appearance.
I said, “Are you l?”
He laughed and said, “You are so beautiful, it amazes me!”
Then he naturally took me by the waist and led me out of the airport.
He was driving and I sat next to him and joked, “If I was the short-haired, chubby girl you first misidentified, would you still meet with me? Would you really turn your head and walk away?”
He said, “I don’t think so, after all, we had a nice chat and we’re still friends!”
That’s when his 9-year-old son gave him a call asking if he was coming home for dinner.
He said he was going to eat out with his uncle in the flat and not go back.
I hurriedly told him that I couldn’t have dinner with him, that I had to report to a certain organization first, and that I would definitely have dinner with those comrades from the brotherhood, who had promised to receive me.
He said, “That’s okay, then I’ll simply eat out and I’ll come over to you when they’ve arranged a hotel for you.”
I said, “Okay.”
However, no one expected dinner to break up that late, and I wasn’t dropped off at my hotel until 10:00 pm.
He waited for me for four whole hours.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw him sitting on the couch, and since I was accompanied by many of my coworkers, we pretended not to know each other for a while.
After his coworkers had left, he called and asked, “Should I meet you in your room, or should you come down to the lobby?”
I immediately meant it and said, “I’ll go to the lobby, it’s too ambiguous to come to the room.”
We each ordered a glass of wine at the bar just west of the hotel lobby.
He told me he could stay home tonight because his wife thought he was on duty tonight.
I asked, “So where are you staying tonight?”
He was silent for a moment, looked at me seriously, and said, “Do you mind if I want you?”
There was no denying the effects of the alcohol, after all, this was the first time I’d had such intimate contact with a strange man.
Of course, there’s even less denying that our mutual appearance did attract each other.
It’s a gutsy thing to think about now, what if he’s a bad guy? I led him into the hotel room.
In the past, I was a girl and its conservative, and when I was in love with my boyfriend, I seldom even talked to other boys, and although I had a beautiful body, I hated swimming because I didn’t want other men to see me so exposed.
However, my boyfriend eventually cheated on me, and I’ve been indulging ever since.
L has always struck me as a gentlemanly sort, so much so that I’ve always been relaxed in his presence, not very awkward .
When we got into the room, he went to take a shower and I immediately pressed the condom under my pillow.
He washed up, walked out of the bathroom in a pair of briefs, toweled his hair, and got into bed to wait for me.
I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed and unusually sexy from the alcohol, and asked myself, “What’s happening to me!”
Removing my nightgown, I looked at my naked body, full, moderately large breasts, firm and looming from youth; pale, smooth skin, moving curves, to be given to a strange man tonight! With the sound of the water rushing, I imagined L’s reaction out there, the physical reaction.
After washing, instead of wearing my pajamas, I wrapped my naked body in a bath towel.
He leaned back on the bed and looked at me, then lifted a corner of the covers to gesture me over.
I looked at the handsome and mature man in front of me, hesitated for a while, finally, into his arms …… He did not immediately start the attack, but looked at me very gentlemanly and said, “Do you want to?”
I nodded, my eyes beginning to wander.
He opened the towel wrapped around me and said, “You really are so beautiful! I really didn’t think my online friend would look like you!”
Then he started kissing me, first on the neck, then traveling downward, collarbone, breasts, belly button, and then returning to kiss my ear.
My ears were so sensitive that I couldn’t hold on to my “hmmm.”
With a cry, his mouth kissed mine.
Our tongues entwined and he began to rub my breasts.
I liked his body so much too, I could feel the part of him that was sticking up from arousal, gently pressing against mine and starting to tease.
I pulled the condom out from under my pillow, ripped it open, and pushed him away to put it on him.
That’s when his penis was presented to me in all its glory, and to be honest, it was really big, so much so that I was shocked.
He asked, “Did you like it?”
I didn’t answer, put it on him, and then lay down again.
The whole time I was passive, passively waiting for him to enter.
His cock pushed in and to be honest, it really hurt a little bit because it was really big for my vagina.
But he said, “It’s tight.”
And then it was a very gentle thrusting.
Immediately, I felt unusually full, my whole body heated up, let go a little, and heartily began to pant and moan in time with his movements.
There’s no denying that this mature man is skillful.
I’m sure my body began to secrete fluids stimulated by the bouts of incoming pleasure, making his movements smoother, the forces were mutual and I was getting more and more comfortable, really enjoying his organ.
His pace began to increase, and I thought he might want to wait for me to come together, however, I didn’t, and finally, he couldn’t help it, and ejaculated.
Crouching over me, unwilling to come out for a long time, she wrapped her arms around me and asked, “Are you there yet?”
I said, “No.”
He said, “I’m sorry, you’re so tight there, I just couldn’t resist.”
I laughed softly.
It was this time that I began to psychologically enjoy the sense of fulfillment I possessed when a man was subjugated by my body, and my dependence on this sense of fulfillment was like a drug addiction that caused me to go wrong again and again.
I only stayed in Kunming for two nights, and on the second night, nothing happened to us because I changed hotels and turned off my cell phone.
I don’t know why I did it, maybe subconsciously I knew I was sinning and wanted to cover my ears.
When I got home, my phone’s text message inbox was overflowing, where L was telling me about his thoughts and nostalgia, yet I changed my cell phone number and quit chat rooms.
But I didn’t quit men.
Due to my excellent speech and performance at the Kunming National System Internal Conference, I was praised by the leaders of sister organizations in various provinces.
My unit’s leadership heard particularly pleased, said I did not think I was so young so can give the unit glory, so it did not take long, I was transferred to another envy of everyone, very popular and have the power of the office, in addition to the nature of the work and before I stayed in the office is different, because of the nature of the department’s work, the new office of the colleagues in the office are generally younger than the original office of the colleagues, all of them 30 – 40 years old male, and all are very good. –All of them are men in their 30s – 40s, and all of them are very good at what they do.
I thought, if I had not been given such an environment in the first place, would there have been so many wrong stories? The first day of the transfer of jobs, the director of the new office led me to a room by room to introduce me proudly to everyone to know, everyone is warmly welcomed, only s.
S was 11 years older than me, and I have a vague recollection that he was reading a book, and when the director introduced me, he just looked up at me, and I just called out “S” with a big smile on my face.
All I got from him was an expressionless “Uh-huh.”
gave a cry and then proceeded to look down at his book, not at all friendly.
I had a hard time with it. Maybe I’ve been subconsciously trying to “conquer” ever since.
He did, I guess, but it wasn’t a step I thought about at the time, it’s just something I’ve decided to do since then through work and getting to know him better.
Later I realized that brother S is not just like this to me, he is a person himself is indifferent character, plus our work in the department can not be separated from him, so it causes him to appear a bit proud of it.
But I secretly checked his horoscope (I’m a big believer in the horoscope thing and have tried it time and time again), and his horoscope shows that he’s cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and especially can’t resist a sexual advance.
Of course, I didn’t start out with “seduction.”
People’s, it’s just that everything very coincidental always happens to induce my sin.
Once, the unit was having a potluck dinner the night before a holiday, and all those male coworkers got drunk, especially Brother S, who was almost unconscious.
But his car still have to drive home, the leader is not worried, let me make sure to drive the s and his car safely home, because it is also I am a sober bar, they are very care of me as a small comrade, did not let me drink.
I got into S’s car and he was long drunk in the backseat, mumbling something about how he’d take a cab and leave and didn’t need to bother me with a ride or something like that.
I ignored him and drove the car safely under his house.
However, what I didn’t expect was that his lover was waiting downstairs, a good-looking woman who saw his car coming, walked up quickly, viciously opened the door, saw me and the s in the back seat, froze for a moment, and then angrily opened the back door to yank on the s.
I hurriedly got out of the car, accompanied with a smile and explained, “Sister-in-law, all the people in our division were drunk, it was the director who asked me to send Brother S back, this is Brother S’s car key.”
S’s wife grabbed the keys as soon as she could and didn’t say anything, just tugged at S angrily there, not even paying attention to me.
Feeling self-conscious, I said hello and called the cab home.
Later, I heard other colleagues say that the original s’s wife is very fierce, not very good to s, very restrictive s’s freedom, and even the general social functions have to chase s’s phone calls to urge s’s to come home.
I understand this feeling of being a wife, but, at that time, my psyche was twisted, I just hated how she could be so rude, I was kind enough to send your husband home and you didn’t even say thank you.
Of course, the woman didn’t say thank you. There’s always a price to pay.
That price is what she cares about most – a man’s cheating.
I’ve always preferred Junichi Watanabe’s work because he writes about the psychology of a man having an affair in a way that is both realistic and unobtrusive.
I especially like the words describing the snowy landscape.
Junichi Watanabe describes the winter night snowy weather, the heroine secretly ran to the hot springs with the hero for a rendezvous, late at night, the heroine alone in the warm water of the outdoor hot springs, tilted her head up, the sky is like a black hole, non-stop out of the spray a piece of cool snowflakes, quietly fell on the face, gently melted …… heroine Close your eyes and feel this wonderful moment.
It was so silent around them that it was as if they could hear the rustle of falling snowflakes.
These words deep into my heart, just when I saw this paragraph, my window also fluttered snowflakes, turn off the lights, pull open the curtains, look at the night outside illuminated by snow, not far away from the dimly lit street lamps illuminated by the path, everything is so lonely, as my heart.
I do not rely only on their beautiful appearance as the development of office romance capital, on the contrary, in our circle, everyone is selected up to the top, everyone is very thoughtful and capable, selling sex can only make people spit.
Although it is undeniable that appearance is one of my capital, but more importantly, my excellent working ability and charisma in dealing with people have established my status in the hearts of my colleagues around me.
S is very good at his job and I am new, so naturally I have to learn many things from him.
With my talent and hard work, very quickly, s was impressed with me.
Once after we made love, lying on the bed, he said to me, “In fact, I don’t just like to make love with you, you know, originally in the beginning, I just thought that you are just a vase, just like my wife, figure has appearance, no inner.
But I didn’t realize you were so smart and humble. Gradually I changed my mind about you.
While exchanging work, I found you to be very thoughtful, which made me want to talk to you, I liked that you talked to me, and I liked that you kept asking me questions.
I like to be quiet, I hate people always asking questions, but since you came along, I can’t even stand not having you in the office, I like you to be around me, you make me feel happy and relaxed.
Even if it’s not sex, just being so quiet ……”
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I knew that my presence would not only bring a breath of fresh air to the unit, but a breath of fresh air to s life as well.
Although s still slept with me later on, there’s no denying that he’s still committed to his family, it’s just that his wife is a bit of a pain in the ass about things like sex, which is a pretty brutal thing to do to a man in his 30s.
So that night, he didn’t control himself.
It’s the booze again.
Similarly, the unit celebration banquet, drinking, male colleagues all drunk, the leadership let me send s home …… However, this time and the last time is different, I did some small premeditation.
Because I knew ahead of time that he would be drunk and that I would be given a ride, that night, I purposely changed into a bottom-necked top and put on a skirt because a skirt is easier.
And deliberately wearing a bra that opens from the front.
After dinner, everyone put s in the car while I ran to the restroom, washed my hands carefully, and then applied a thick layer of hand cream because it made the skin on my hands so much more sheer and smooth, and the light scent was soothing.
A woman’s hands are important, especially since I’m about to use them.
Actually, to be honest, I wasn’t so sure about that night, if s hadn’t thrown up then, if he hadn’t been impulsive afterward, nothing would have happened.
Of course, there’s no denying that the scent emanating from my hand cream plays a major role.
I drove s car, intentionally fast, then slammed on the brakes and rocked from side to side, luckily, it was pretty late and there weren’t too many pedestrians on the road.
Then things started to go the way I expected.
S couldn’t stand the rocking of the car and finally had to throw up, so I hurriedly pulled over and stopped the car, and S rushed out of the car and threw up so furiously that he was about to vomit his stomach out.
Looking at his difficult appearance, I began to feel a little heartbroken, this man, why did he drink so much alcohol? Doesn’t he know that it will be very difficult? Maybe he is usually used to repression, and can only take this occasion to vent it out.
I took mineral water out of the car and let him rinse out his mouth, then silently stood beside him and apologized, saying that it was all my fault and that I shouldn’t have swung the car around so much.
He didn’t say anything and remained there, drinking water.
I said not to drink too much, the water was cold and would upset my stomach.
Then reached for the mineral water bottle he was holding.
He ducked, and I said really don’t drink it, then stepped forward again and clutched his wrist holding the bottle, immobilizing him so he couldn’t duck before coming up with the other hand to take the bottle down.
I believe that’s when my hand cream kicked in.
I was supposed to be the one clutching his wrist, but he pulled me along with him, picked me up with great speed, and threw me toward the back seat of the car.
I bumped my head on the car door, it hurt so much, I screamed, and was just about to raise my arm to rub my head, when he bent into the car again as fast as he could, and pressed himself against me …… The door was wide open, and it was in the middle of the road, and now I think about what the police would have thought of us if they had shown up at that moment! He was lashing out, kissing me like crazy, so messy, so excited, his hands went into my clothes and started unbuttoning my underwear.
He thought the buttons were in the back and couldn’t get them undone, so I said, “Take it easy, listen!”
He looked up at me, frozen, only to see me reach into my blouse and give it a little push with a crisp “Cut.”
, the underwear came undone and my breasts popped out.
I’m sure he really couldn’t hold it.
I wonder how long it’s been since he’s been tempted by a woman’s body.
He started to unzip his belt and pants, and just as he did so, my hand slipped inside, right into his underwear, first feeling his thick body hair, and then grabbing his soon-to-be-raging cock in the process.
He may not have expected my boldness, but the woman’s fine, silky hands brought unspeakable pleasure to his body, and the moment my hand touched him, his body shuddered and he looked up at me beneath his body.
I began to glove his cock, and every now and then I reached down and gently rubbed his balls, by this time there was liquid oozing from his glans, I dabbed a little on my palm and rubbed it around the shaft to make my glove smoother.
I thought he might be getting into it, his hand up my skirt.
Never in a million years did I realize that I had prepared a hand ahead of time, that is – I wore a pair of pantyhose that day.
Things like pantyhose are the hardest thing to take off for that kind of rushed sex, if you’re not in a very sex-friendly, good sex environment.
Why did I do that? Because, as much as I want to conquer s, I’m not used to men entering me without a condom.
Although intimacy is what I want, s and I are coworkers, so what would he think if I pulled out a condom at this point? Would he recognize that this was something I had premeditated ahead of time? So, I chose pantyhose at the last minute.
You could tell he was disappointed for a second, but disappointment doesn’t stop desire in that situation.
He couldn’t get inside me, but still rubbed and rubbed …… against me as he stroked my long slender legs, while I took his cock out, letting his glans occasionally brush against my stockings, in addition to gloving it.
Stockings are really marvelous for this kind of thing.
It’s thin as a feather, but it has just the right amount of friction, which I’m sure gives s a thrill.
This hadn’t been going on for two minutes when he suddenly said, “It’s broken, I can’t do it!”
Then as the eyes were looking at me, my hand felt a hot jet of something.
A gurgling shot several times.
He leaned on himself with his hands and I was pinned underneath him as I watched him, taking in the look on his face as he ejaculated.
Another strong feeling of accomplishment came over me! I suddenly thought of the first day I met S when he was indifferent to me, and now, he was on top of me, with me controlling his pleasure, and I was enjoying the feeling of accomplishment so much! The whole thing, it was only five minutes, I think.
After the pleasure was over, he was much more awake and got up in a hurry.
I sat up too and started wiping the sticky cum off my hands, legs, and car seat with a paper towel.
He sat dumbfounded on one side of me, slammed the car door, and didn’t move for a second, a collapsed look on his face.
I carefully wiped the cum that had gotten on his pants.
Then help him zipper up his zipper and buckle his belt.
He threw his arms around me and said, “I’m sorry!”
I didn’t say anything. What could I have said then? A man who had been suppressed for I don’t know how long.
That night, we did nothing else.
He drove himself home after dropping me off.
I’m sure he’s definitely sober.
Lying in his own bed, thinking about the scene in the car, thinking about the way s would look at his wife’s mouth when he got home, thinking about how s would feel lying next to his wife.
In the end, however, I thought of myself.
Back then, the man I loved also came back to lie beside me after having sex with another woman, and how did he feel then? However, I and s wife is different, in addition to my own excellent, I and my boyfriend and I between the sexual relationship is very harmonious, so far I can not accept the fact that he went behind my back and sleep with someone else.
The next morning, I came to the unit as usual, I am a young comrade, naturally I have to go early, and consciously clean the office first.
Twenty minutes later, coworkers came to work one after another, and the building began to become lively.
My ears were attentive to all the sounds about s appearance.
s coming.
He coughed softly, and I knew he was doing it on purpose, trying to signal me that it was time for him to show up.
I secretly laughed in my heart, in fact, why bother? We’re still the same as we were before, we’re all adults now, do you think I’m going to be one of those childish pestering little girls? He walked into the house and glanced at me before immediately looking away.
Instead, I greeted him naturally, as I always do, with the usual, “Brother S, you’re here.”
, then, continued busily wiping everyone’s tables, discussing the fun at yesterday’s dinner table with other coworkers as he did so, as if nothing had happened.
Someone asked me, “Little A, yesterday you sent S home, is his beautiful wife waiting downstairs again ~ haha!”
I said, “How can I! Yesterday was so late, sister-in-law did not bother to wait for Brother S, I gave him a safe place at the door and left!”
Although s was pretending to read the newspaper there, I’m sure he was quite nervous inside.
But I sounded so natural anyone couldn’t possibly tell the difference.
Then I yelled in the office, saying, “Look everyone, Brother S is really over the top, every time he gets drunk I’m the one who gives him a ride, and then I pay for a cab home, and he doesn’t even show me anything!”
Then I grabbed the newspaper out of his hand and said, “Hey, you! Did you hear me! Please have dinner as a token of our appreciation!”
At this point, everyone laughed, along with me echoing, “That’s right, that’s right! She’s a young girl, letting her give you a ride every time, what if she runs into a bad guy at home? People are also risking their lives, aren’t they! Hurry up and take a stand!”
S’s face reddened slightly and she looked at me and said in a pause, “Well, what do you want to eat?”
I jumped up and said, “Great! I love boiled fish, how about, after work this afternoon, Tian Wai Lou lobby, let’s all go!”
All of them were happy, but they were all particularly afraid of spicy food, and two of them were on night duty and couldn’t go.
In fact, it’s right up my alley.
First of all, after that incident last night, we both desperately needed to communicate, but where was the opportunity to do so? It’s fine if we don’t get seen if we sneak a date after work, but in case someone else sees us, who could not suspect something? I do like spicy food, but I know just as well that other people don’t, so I offered boiled fish, both to filter out the others and so that they wouldn’t get suspicious.
The days at work were still happy, the days with everyone were still natural, and I knew that he must have wondered how I was able to do the trickle down, to be so open about having had sex, and he must have been eagerly awaiting dinner.
Finally, after work, I said a happy goodbye to everyone and said, “Comrades, I’m about to eat boiled fish, so hurry up and bless me ah ~ please don’t worry, I’ll definitely choose both the expensive and the right one tonight, and I’ll definitely not fail to live up to the high expectations of s brother’s wallet!”
I went down the stairs with the s like a little bird as everyone laughed.
After ordering my food, I gobbled it up there by myself and didn’t say anything, waiting for him to say something to me.
He looked at me and asked, “Do you blame me?”
I looked up and said, “Weird! Of course it’s weird! Why are you so short on time?!”
He almost didn’t spit out the tea in his mouth at that time! In fact, I was pretty messed up at the time because I looked at him quite unnaturally and didn’t know how to lighten the mood, so I came up with this idea.
Sure enough, the atmosphere lightened up and he laughed, saying, “You elf!”
I immediately looked at him with a blank face and said, “What kind of elf? I’m not, I’m just a female vixen, you can be a male vixen too.”
Then, continue to look down and eat my fish and chips.
The meal was quickly finished, and eating was not even the subject; it was just an excuse.
He drove the car very slowly, and I knew that he didn’t want to take me back so soon, but he didn’t know how to express it properly.
I put the backrest of the seat back and lay flat and said, “Brother S , are you really willing to send me back?”
He said, “Of course I don’t want to give it up!”
I said, “What’s the latest you can be home?”
He said, “I told her tonight I was on duty.”
I said, “No shit you! You were ready for this?”
He said, “It’s not what you think! I didn’t realize you were going to talk to me, or even eat, I just wanted to be by myself in my dorm tonight to get myself alone.”
I said, “Then come to my house.”
Although this city is my hometown, my parents spend a lot of time abroad on business, and of course, I started living in school from high school until I graduated from college, so I’m used to my parents not being around.
When I entered the house, I turned on the TV first, and with the other voices, the atmosphere in the house wasn’t awkward.
I said, sit down, make yourself at home. I’ll get you some water.
He sat down on the couch, saw a movie book next to him, opened it and casually flipped through it.
I brought him the water and sat next to him.
He said, “Where did you find these pictures?”
I said, “Please! What a find! I took all those pictures!”
He said, “What? You took the picture? No way! You take pictures?”
I said, “Come on! That’s called photography!”
He said, “I thought this was a picture you got off the internet!”