Unknowingly, I fell asleep on the couch. I was awakened by the sound of weeping in close proximity. On another day, I would have assumed that the house was haunted. But I knew that this was not the case. I opened my eyes and sat up. Shirley was sitting on the single-seater couch, hugging her legs to her chest, sobbing. I went over to her and knelt down in front of her.
Me: Are you ok?
S: My baby… It’s gone…
Great. What was I supposed to say now?
Me: Er. It’s ok. Such things happen.
S: Why me?
Me: Maybe it’s for the best?
S: But my baby!!!
I tried to hug her but she pushed me away.
S: It’s not even yours you won’t understand! Get out! Get out of my house!
Me: Erm.
S: OUT!
I picked up my handphone, wallet and keys and headed to the door.
Me: Let me know when it’s ok to come back.
S: OUT!!!
I shut the door behind me.
Just great. I knew I was not supposed to leave her alone, but I guess I had to listen to her and do whatever she asked me to do. Maybe in a few hours she would simmer down and I could go back.
I headed to the lift and went downstairs, lighting a cigarette as I stepped out. I dialled Diane.
D: Yes bastard. It’s late. What do you want?
Me: She lost the baby.
D: Oh? You must be damn happy.
Me: What the fuck? I called you because I need help and you make fun of me? You stupid bitch.
D: You never wanted her to keep it anyway.
Me: That’s not the point.
D: Then? At least now you can start over.
Me: Can you come over and be with her? She chased me out of the house.
D: Nope.
Me: Why?
D: I’m flying to Japan for a holiday.
Me: When will you be back?
D: Why does it matter?
Me: You’re her best friend.
D: She’ll understand.
Me: I sure hope so. So what do I do now?
D: Hang around. Wait until she cries herself to sleep. Or something. Then go back.
Me: Your advice is like no advice.
D: Take it or leave it. I’ll see her when I’m back. In the meantime, do what you have to. You don’t need me to teach you.
Me: Whatever.
D: You’re a fucking idiot.
Me: You too.
Then she hung up. So much for being a best friend.
I walked around in circles before heading to my car. As I sat in it with the engine running, I pondered on my next move. I called Jenny. She answered sleepily.
Me: Jen? She lost the baby. What do I do?
J: Huh? Er. Why call me?
Me: I don’t know what to do.
J: Be with her? Make sure she doesn’t do anything funny? Where are you now?
Me: In my car.
J: What are you doing there? Go back to her!
Me: She chased me out.
J: Why?
Me: I don’t know.
J: Has it occurred to you that maybe she didn’t mean what she said?
Me: Yeah.
J: Then go back.
Me: She might not want me there.
J: Then hang around somewhere.
Me: Can I come find you?
J: What for?
Me: I don’t know. I’m at a loss.
J: Just go back. Be there whether she wants you or not.
Me: Maybe she needs a girl to talk to?
J: And you called me? That’s not very wise. Just hang around. Pretend it’s very bad PMS. And even if I could go down I wouldn’t. It’s not right. But I can’t anyway. I’ve to work tomorrow.
Me: Erm. Ok. Thanks anyway.
J: Just be a nice person. You know you can. Bye.
Me: Bye.
I considered calling Jason but he probably would not know what to do anyway.
Then I remembered that the cookbook and notes my stepmom had prepared for me were still in my car. I drove to the 24hr NTUC and went in, buying all the things needed for whatever nourishing dishes that I was supposed to cook. And yet that provided another problem, I could hardly cook anything other than instant noodles and deep fried stuff. I was more at ease at barbecues. And now, somehow or another, I was supposed to transform into a Chinese cuisine chef.
I guess the next week was going to be tough.
Over the weekend and up till Thursday, when I was “forced” by Shirley to go back to work, I whipped up so many so-called nutritious dishes that even Shirley was surprised. I surprised myself as well, as I had never gone beyond cooking instant noodles and maybe deep fried food, and barbecues of course.
Shirley seemed to be getting better. But I really could not tell. We watched movies on tv and caught a few of the Euro 2012 matches, when she stayed awake to watch them, no doubt because of Ronaldo and Torres and whoever girls found handsome.
Nicole actually asked me out that weekend but I had to decline as I wanted to be around for Shirley. However, I did meet up with her the next weekend, just before school started for her. But that’s another update for another time. There was also a surprise visit from an unexpected visitor, but again, that will be another update.
Presently, I’m back at work, but going back everyday to check on Shirley. I no longer cook all three meals for her, only dinner, which is usually quite late depending on the time I reach home.
I also found out why my CSM was so nice to me, giving me off-in-lieu instead of making me consume my annual leave. He had been in a similar situation when he was around my age. Only difference is the lady is now his ex-wife as he was not around to be with her when she miscarried. I had a nice long chat with him and needless to say he was a little surprised when he found out that the baby was not mine. But nonetheless he gave me his two cents worth and advised me never to give up on a good thing. He told me he never recovered from his divorce and has not dated since. Maybe I should get Alex to bring him to go clubbing. Or maybe not.
And as one of the readers has pointed out correctly, I am who I am because of my family background. I never wanted to admit it but I guess since it’s already been deduced, I might as well agree.
I guess the next update will be on Nicole and the surprise
visit, unless other interesting things happen. The bitch Diane is still in Japan, and there’s no indication when she will be back. Shirley never asked for her though. Jenny’s still not inclined to come over and befriend Shirley.
At least the past week or so has been rather interesting.
Stay tuned.
It was late morning on Saturday and I was preparing lunch for Shirley. I was making black chicken herbal soup, stir-fried marmite pork ribs and some mixed vegetable stew. Shirley had gone back to bed after breakfast and I was preparing the ingredients after playing Diablo for awhile.
I had just set the soup to boil on low heat and was about to start on the pork ribs when the doorbell rang.
I answered the door and saw two kids, both girls, standing there. The older one probably around 5 or 6 and the younger one around 3 or 4. I was wondering how they were able to press the doorbell when I saw her. The lady who I presumed was the kids mother.
She stood there, back turned towards me, dressed in denim shorts and a fitting polo tee. Her streaked blonde hair was tied in a pony-tail and what looked like aviator shades were perched on the top of her head. She took a long drag from the lit cigarette and flicked the ash over the ledge. I opened the gate and stepped out.
Me: Hey. Smoking is bad for the kids.
She turned around, and I almost could not recognize her. It was a very long time since the last I saw her. I knew she was married but I did not know that she had kids.
Her face was still sweet as I remembered, her skin still flawless. Her body betrayed the fact that she had kids, and two at that.
She flicked the lit cigarette over the ledge, came towards me and pulled me in for a hug. I recalled the times when she used to hug me. I felt safe, comforted, protected.
Older kid: Mommy? Why are you hugging the uncle?
What the hell. I did not know I was old enough to be considered and uncle, and yet the little monster was not wrong. The younger one tugged at my berms.
Younger kid: Let go of my mommy!
She released me from the hug, squatted down and gathered the kids towards her.
Mother: Girls, say hello to your uncle.
Girls: Hello uncle!
Me: Hello!
I turned to her.
Me: Wah lau eh. I’m not even 30 yet.
Mother: Well, you definitely can’t deny you are their uncle.
My long-lost sister, whom I had not seen since she left more than 10 years ago, had suddenly appeared at my doorstep.
Me: How did you find me?
Sis: Mom called.
Me: Mom or step mom?
Sis: Have you even heard from our real mother in the past 25 years??? I think she’s dead.
Me: Right. But wait a min. Mom doesn’t know exactly where I’m at.
Sis: Andrew asked around. There’s this girl called Jenny? I think he asked her.
Me: Jenny doesn’t know where I’m at either. The actual address anyway.
Sis: Whatever.
Me: So why are you here?
Sis: Thought I’ll come and say hello.
Me: You know what happened right?
Sis: More or less.
Me: And you still brought your kids over??
Sis: Other people’s kids won’t affect the grieving mother. Babies might though.
I glanced over at the sofa where the two kids had somehow invited themselves into the house and made themselves at home.
Me: Err…
Sis: Aren’t you gonna invite me in?
Me: Yeah.
She entered and sat on the sofa with her girls.
I turned on the TV.
Me: Entertain yourselves ok? I’m cooking.
Sis: You’re what?
Me: Cooking.
Sis: Haha! Since when did you know how to cook?
Me: I had to learn.
Sis: Oh good. Does that mean I get to sample your dishes?
Me: I suppose I could make a bigger portion…
Sis: Ok!
I excused myself and went to Shirley’s room, gently rousing her from her sleep.
Me: Hey… Erm. My sister is here.
S: Huh? Your sister?
Me: My real sister. So technically it’s your god-sister.
S: Huh? Why’s she here?
Me: I don’t know. But she brought your god-nieces here.
Shirley looked as though she was about to cry, but she held back her tears. Or maybe I was beig overly sensitive.
S: Oh.
Me: You’re ok right?
S: Yeah. Just not dressed.
Me: You don’t have to go out if you don’t want to. I’ll bring your lunch in.
S: No. It’s ok. Give me awhile.
Me: You sure?
S: Yeah.
Me: Ok. I’ll need to start cooking then, otherwise we’ll be eating dinner instead of lunch.
I left her to get dressed and headed back to the kitchen. My sister was peering into the pot.
Sis: Needs more salt.
Me: It’s still boiling la. I’ll taste it again later. And since when did you learn how to cook?
Sis: When you have kids it’s second nature.
I started cutting up the pork ribs.
Me: So where have you been all these years?
Sis: Well, I got married.
Me: Er. Yeah. Otherwise where did the kids come from?
Sis: Funny.
Me: Extremely. So you’re not working? So free the visit me?
Sis: It’s the weekend. And let’s just say my husband is a very nice man.
Me: So you’re a rich tai tai now?
Sis: Not really.
Me: Meaning?
Sis: I have the resources but don’t live the lifestyle.
I guessed our humble upbringing and fucked up childhood made her a sensible person.
Me: So you’re a full-time housewife?
Sis: Sort of.
Me: You’re speaking in code.
Sis: I haven’t lived here for the past 10 years.
Me: Then?
Sis: The nature of my husbands business means we travel a lot. I’ve been to Spain, England, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, China, and most of the ASEAN countries.
Me: So how come your kids don’t have weird accents?
Sis: Because I don’t let them? Do you hear me speaking with a strange accent?
Me: Nope.
Sis: I’m still a Singaporean, so is my husband. So where better than to raise our kids?
Me: True.
Sis: So he decided to move back here and start his own firm.
Me: You brought the kids to see their grandfather yet?
Sis: Nope. Don’t intend to. But they’ve seen their step-uncles. And step-grandmother.
Me: So now you decided to come see me?
Sis: Well, you’re the only one left…
Me: After leaving me to fend for myself all these years.
Sis: Oh come on. You’re a guy. And by the looks of it, a pretty fit and strong one now. Besides, you were the one protecting me when we got older. And, I wanna see the girl who managed to domesticate you!
Me: Very funny.
Sis: Well?
Me: Well what?
Sis: Are wedding bells on the cards?
Me: Siao.
Sis: Why? Because it wasn’t your kid? Then why are you here? Cooking even?
Me: Good question.
Sis: So what’s the answer.
Me: I don’t know.
I heard the girls greeting Shirley as she stepped out. Strangely, they called her 姐姐 instead of auntie.
Shirley stepped into the kitchen. My sister gave her a hug.
Sis: Hope you’re feeling better.
S: Thanks. Your kids are really cute.
My sister then did the stupid act cute thing where she flashed the v-sign next to her face.
Sis: That’s cos I’m cute too!
I almost choked. Shirley laughed. And to think my sister is in her mid-thirties and yet still acting cute.
Sis: Well, let’s not disturb your husband while he’s cooking.
Shirley blushed visibly as they both exited the kitchen. She turned back and gave me a shy smile. I smiled back.
I finished cooking roughly an hour later and we all sat down to eat. I had made an additional omelette dish to supplement the rest of the dishes. Luckily there was still some ice cream in the freezer and we had that for dessert.
Shirley spent the rest of the day chatting with my sister and playing with the two kids while I listened rather disinterestedly. Apparently my sister had five miscarriages before she had her first kid, so she told Shirley not to give up hope. I excused myself when the discussion started getting a little to feminine for my liking and went to slaughter demons in inferno mode.
Close to dinner time, I invited my sister and her kids to stay but she declined as her husband was about to arrive. I walked them downstairs and bade them goodbye as the BMW 7-series pulled into the drop-off point. I acknowledged her husband as my sister gave me one last hug.
Sis: Take good care of her. We all need to settle down one day.
And then she left.
As I watched the BMW pull away, I wondered if I would even get to see her again.
I headed back up and prepared dinner for Shirley. She came up and hugged me from behind.
S: Your sis is really nice. And her kids are cute…
Me: Yeah.
S: Do you think our kids will be cute too?
I almost sliced off my finger.
Me: Erm. Let’s not discuss this now.
S: Just kidding. But I’m really grateful that you’re here for me now.
Me: Don’t mention it. Now please let me cook in peace.
And that was the surprise visit from an unexpected visitor.
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FirstTimeUser
I guess Jenny can always ask Jason..
Glad to see the updates and that Shirley is ok.. Hope everything falls in place!
I’m guessing that’s exactly what happened. Doesn’t matter anyway. I’m glad to see my sister again.
Typing out the Nicole update now since it’s half time for the Lion City Cup…
I met up with Nicole last Friday night. I initially really did not want to go, but after a discussion with Shirley, and after being convinced that she would be ok by herself, I headed off to meet Nicole for a late dinner at Marina Square.
As I was driving there, she texted me to ask if I was driving. I did not reply until I managed to find a parking lot.
Me: Yeah I drove.
Nic: Oh. I wanted to drink so I didn’t drive. Wanted to ask you to drink with me.
Me: Erm. I’ll see about that. Where are you now?
Nic: Just hanging around.
It dawned upon me that something may have happened, which would explain why she wanted to drink.
Me: You ok?
Nic: Just feeling down.
Me: Ok. So where do I meet you?
Nic: How about Paulaners?
Me: Ok.
I navigated my way to the place and found her in the queue. It appeared she was out to thrill or kill, as she had let her hair down, and was wearing the tightest of tube dresses, with knee high boots. I wondered if I was a little under-dressed in my faded tablet and torn jeans with slippers.
Me: Erm. We going clubbing?
Nicole looked at me.
Nic: Doesn’t seem like you are.
Me: I thought we were only meeting for dinner.
Nic: And drinks.
Me: Something happened?
Nic: I got screwed over at work. Somehow.
Me: What happened?
Nic: Long story. Colleague took credit for some initiative I’ve been working on for the past 6 months. Was supposed to be a joint effort.
Me: Well. Shit happens.
Nic: Well, enough about me. How’s the girl?
Me: She’s fine. Getting better.
We finally reached the start of the queue.
Attendant: Smoking or non-smoking?
Nic: Smoking please.
Attendant: Yes Mdm. Follow me please.
We followed the attendant to the table in the smoking section. I could see the ravenous wolves locking their sights onto this fresh piece of meat, probably wondering what she was doing with me. Suddenly I felt very inadequate, just like the way I felt when Nicole compared my dick size to her dildos.
Nic: Something wrong?
I settled into the chair.
Me: No. Just thinking.
Nic: Of?
Me: Nothing in particular.
Nic: You’re wondering why I’m dressed like this?
Me: Somewhat.
Nic: Well, I thought I wanted to go clubbing. Dance the frustrations away. Get really smashed.
Me: Alone?
Nic: Well, I was hoping you would come… But…
Me: I’m under dressed?
Nic: Maybe just the slippers bit.
Me: Right.
Nic: Doesn’t matter. I’ll go alone.
Me: I won’t feel good letting you go alone.
Nic: Wow. I didn’t know you still cared.
Me: I always did.
Nic: That’s sweet.
Me: But I’m driving so I doubt I’ll drink much. And I’ve to send you home.
Nic: It’s ok. I can take a cab. If not maybe someone will pick me up, and I’ll be having a really good time… Know what I mean?
She caressed my leg with her foot under the table. I jumped.
Me: Yeah. I get what you mean.
She ordered some German-named dish and half a litre of dark beer while I got a rosti and a bourbon coke. She finished the beer even before her food came and ordered another.
Me: Woah. Slow down.
Nic: I’m good. You know I can hold my liqour right.
She took out her Virginia Slims and lit one.
Me: I didn’t know you still smoked.
Nic: Just started again.
Me: That project thing must have been really important to you.
Nic: Let’s just say the only other time I felt this betrayed was when you left me.
Me: Sorry.
Nic: No matter. I’ll probably get passed over for my upgrade this year anyway.
Me: That bad huh?
Nic: Yeah. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
She took a long swig of her beer and finished the second glass in almost one gulp. She suppressed a burp. My bourbon was still untouched. She grabbed it.
Me: Hey. Take it easy.
Nic: Just let me be.
I let her drink anyway.
Our food arrived a short while after and she ordered another beer. I guessed I probably was not going to get to drink much. She ate a little bit of her food and continued drowning her sorrows. By the time I finished my rosti, she had drank two liters of beer and my bourbon. She called for the bill and paid with her card. I tried to pay her back but she slapped my hand away.
Nic: It’s on me.
Me: Ok. Next ones on me I guess.
Nic: Haha. That would be next school holidays.
We go up to leave.
Me: You ready to go home?
Nic: You’re kidding right? I barely started.
Me: Binge drinking and smoking can’t be good for your health.
Nic: You’re either with me or against me.
I sighed.
Me: Where to?
Nic: Since you don’t want to club, let’s go to Harry’s.
We headed over to Esplanade and she started knocking back glasses of house wines. I mulled over my single glass of Remy Martin, wondering why I even ordered it in the first place, when my more favoured Martell and Hennessy were available.
When she excused herself to go to the restroom, I messaged Natalie.
Me: Hey. Somethings wrong with your sis. She’s drinking alot.
Nat: Oh issit? Stressed lor.
Me: It’s really alot. I’m worried. Can you come over?
Nat: Er. I’m at a friends house. Not very free now.
Me: Friend? Just come? I need help with your sister.
She did not reply until about half an hour later by which time Nicole was back and had resumed drinking cocktails.
Nat: “That” kind of friend.
Me: FB? Oh. Ok.
Nat: Ya la. You send her home k?
Me: Ok. Enjoy yourself.
Her last message threw me off.
Nat: Could have been you.
I did not reply.
Close to midnight Shirley messaged me.
S: You must be having a lot of fun. I go sleep first. Don’t come back too late.
Me: Nite.
Nic: Why you drinking so little?
Me: I’m driving.
Nic: Oh yeah. Forgot.
She tried to take out another stick from her pack but it was empty.
Nic: Got sticks?
I passed her my Marlboro Lights.
Me: We go after this?
Nic: So early? Ok lor.
She called for the bill and paid again. I felt a little inadequate again.
Walking back to the car I noticed she was walking a little unsteadily so I put my arm around her shoulder to steady her but she moved it to her waist instead, pressing herself against me.
Nic: Haha. Haven’t been this close to you for quite awhile.
Me: You’re drunk.
Nic: Nope. Just pleasantly high.
Me: And I’m bringing you home.
I bundled her into the car and secured the seatbelt.
We arrived at her place around half an hour later. I expected her to be snoring but she was still wide awake.
Nic: Come in for a drink?
Me: Alcoholic or non-alcoholic.
Nic: Up to you. Do you want history to repeat itself?
Me: Tempting. But no. I’ll take a coffee.
Nic: Sure.
She fumbled around for her keys and conveniently dropped it on the ground. She bent down to pick it up, giving me an eyeful of her ass, and a near upskirt.
I ignored the stirring in my jeans. She unlocked the door.
Nic: Coming in?
Me: Yeah.
I was hoping she would suddenly just get so tired and decide to sleep instead of drinking anymore.
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genius
Hmm… I was at Paulaners just some 3 hours ago… had 3 1/2 litre of dark beers. One of my favorite.
How come none of the service staffs, ask us if we want smoking area or not?? Never a single time. Anyway. usually I sit inside as i enjoy the live music more..
Good story..
Keep it up..
Maybe cos I was holding my pack in my hand? Haha… I don’t really like sitting inside, the music makes it hard to hold a decent conversation. And you can’t smoke inside…
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amphibia007
hi, bro Enigma. I’ve been your big fan from pg1. Thanks for the sharing. Just curious and hope if you can finish up the story between you and your boss Maryanne encounters. It stops halfway thru. I hope you can continue back once you recall back what happen back then. Once again thank you for your great story that make my lil dickhead itchy every night.
Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not really inclined to write about those experiences anymore. It’s a part of my life that I’m wishing never happened.
I sat on the familiar rosewood sofa as Nicole went to make coffee for me. Ordinarily, I would have taken advantage of the situation to get some free booty, but things had really changed. I guess Nicole sensed that too. She returned with a cup of coffee barely a few minutes later.
Me: Smells good. Not instant?
Nic: Nespresso. Still pretty much instant.
Me: The capsule kind?
Nic: Yeah.
Me: So what are you going to do?
Nic: What do you mean?
Me: You got screwed over by your colleague?
Nic: Oh that. I guess I’ll just have to work harder.
Me: Can’t your bosses see?
Nic: The education industry is just as cutthroat as any other industry. We also get performance appraisals and such. So I’ll just get a normal one this time around.
Me: So why the binge drinking?
Nic: I still enjoy a good night of fun every now and then. Especially since this is the last weekend before school starts again.
Me: Sorry I didn’t let you have much fun then. But you were really drinking alot.
Nic: I probably can still hold my liquor better than you.
Me: I doubt so.
Nic: Oh really?
She went to the liquor cabinet and took out the Absinthe.
Nic: Remember this?
Me: Yeah.
She took out two shot glasses, poured a shot each and passed one to me.
Nic: Bottoms up!
Me: I’m not so sure this is a good idea.
Nic: Pussy.
Me: Huh?
Nic: You. Pussy.
Me: Me in your pussy?
Nic: Haha. Funny.
She downed her shot. I stared at mine, wondering if I should follow suit. She poured another.
Me: Is tonight going to be like the last time?
Nic: Oh wow. I’m wondering if I should slap you or sleep with you.
Me: Huh?
Nic: If you’re horny just say so.
Me: I’m not. I’m just wondering. I mean you asked me out, went drinking, now I’m back at your place, and we’re drinking shots of really strong alcohol. What am I supposed to be thinking?
Nic: If you think I had any ulterior motives for calling you out, keep wondering then. And you’re free to leave of you want to. Or you can stay and continue drinking and see what will happen next. Your choice.
Me: I’m really not that kind of person anymore. Perhaps I should leave. Shirley is waiting for me.
Nicole moved closer to me.
Nic: I waited for you for so long as well. And yet you just ignored me all the way. If Natalie didn’t happen to see you that day would you have contacted me?
Me: I guess not.
Nic: Why not?
Me: Guilt? Regret? I don’t know.
Nic: Don’t you think you should make it up to me?
Me: I know I should. But what could I possibly do?
Nic: You can be a good friend.
Me: I’ll try.
Nic: And please don’t be mistaken about my intentions. If I really wanted to sleep with you, it would have already happened. Besides, you have changed, and so have I.
Me: Ok. The thought never crossed my mind.
Nic: Anyway, I’ll only be free during the school holidays. We can always catch up to chill then. So now do you want to continue drinking? Or do you want to go home?
Me: I think I’ll head back. I shouldn’t leave Shirley alone for so long.
Nic: Alright. Finish your coffee then.
I finished the entire cup in one mouthful.
Nic: So we’ll just be good friends from now on?
Me: Yeah.
Nic: Alright. I’ll let you know when I’m free to chill again.
Me: Sure.
She got up and walked me to the gate.
Before I exited, she gave me a hug and a peck on the lips. I was a little tempted to bring it a little further but decided against it.
Then I bade her goodbye and headed home.
As expected, nothing happened over the next week. Life became normal again, with me going to work, cooking dinner for Shirley, watching TV, playing Diablo 3 etc.
On Thursday night Nicole messaged me.
Nic: Hey. Are you able to apply for overseas leave over the weekend?
Me: I think so. Why?
Nic: I’m taking a short holiday to Batam. Can you go with me?
Me: What? Why me?
Nic: I was supposed to go with Nat. But she’s suddenly busy. With a guy.
Me: Erm. Go yourself?
Nic: It’s already been paid for two. I can’t find anyone else. But don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not gonna be a sex trip.
Me: I’m not getting the wrong idea. But it’s getting really suspicious.
Nic: Just tell me if you’re coming or not.
Me: I’ll need to check with Shirley.
Nic: Ok. Let me know.
Surprisingly, Shirley was ok with it. I was a little worried that she would be all alone at home but apparently, Diane was back from Japan and Shirley managed to get her over for the weekend.
The next day, I applied for leave and met Nicole at the Harbourfront Cruise Centre in the late afternoon. Somehow she had managed to book a late ferry. I found it a little strange as I had the impression that check-in timings were usually in the early afternoon. But because of work commitments, I guess she managed to negotiate a late check-in with the hotel.
As I waited for her at the check-in area, I wondered what this trip would entail. Sure, I was damn horny. But I was not about to let my cock destroy our friendship again.
She arrived fashionably late, but still early enough to clear customs and get on the ferry.
I probably looked like an idiot as I was carrying my personal duffel bag that was only slightly smaller than the army’s standard issue one. I seriously did not know what I had stuffed inside but looking at Nicole’s tiny shoulder bag, I think I seriously over-packed.
She was wearing those super short shorts, a halter top and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her glasses were gone, she was probably wearing contacts.
Nic: Hello!
Me: Hi.
Nic: Is there a corpse in that bag?
Me: Funny.
Nic: Seriously. We’re only gonna be there for two days. What did you bring?
Me: Clothes. Underwear. Toiletries. Running shoes. Stuff like that.
Nic: What do you think you’ll be doing there?
Me: Er. I’ve never been to Batam before. Is there a gym? If not I’ll go for a run. Sun tan by the pool or the beach?
Nic: I’m not sure if there’s a gym. Never been to that resort before. But I’m pretty sure there’s a pool and a beach. I’ve booked a massage for us as well. It came in the package. There’s bowling and some sea sports too.
Me: Massage?
Nic: Yeah. Massage. You don’t like?
Me: Only had sports massages before.
Nic: Well, I don’t know what kind of massage it is. The voucher only said 1 hour massage for two.
Me: Oh. Ok. By the way I haven’t changed rupiah yet.
Nic: There’s no need. Everything is in Sing dollars. Unless we go to town I think.
Me: Are we?
Nic: Don’t think so. I intend to spend my time tanning. And stoning. Probably drinking.
Me: Right. What happened at work this time?
Nic: Same old shit. Let’s not talk about it ok? I wanna enjoy my holiday.
Me: So why’s your bag so small?
Nic: I’ve only got a bikini, underwear and 1 set of clothes.
Me: That’s all?
Nic: Yeah. Hotel provides toiletries, I don’t need shoes, I’ve got a credit card…
She leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.
Nic: And besides, I don’t intend to be fully clothed this entire trip.
I gulped and felt a slight stirring down below. This was going to be one hard holiday.
Now that was interesting. What exactly did she mean by not being fully clothed for the trip? Was she going to become a candidate for skin cancer? Or were we going to be rolling around in bed? We would definitely be in the same room, but the beds would probably be twin sharing so the chances of us rolling around in the same bed would probably be slim.
Nic: What are you thinking of?
Me: Hmm? Nothing…
Nic: You sure?
Me: Yeah.
Nic: You brought trunks right? To swim or suntan?
Me: Erm. I’ve got tights and boardshorts.
Nic: Well, you don’t exactly need a tan anyway.
Me: Yeah. Anyway I need to draw cash. Wait here for me?
Nic: Don’t bother. I intend to pay for everything with my card. For the points.
Me: Not everything can be paid for with a card you know?
Nic: I’ve got cash.
Me: How can I let you pay for me? I haven’t even paid you for this trip.
Nic: Nat already paid her share. Since she can’t go.
Me: How did you manage to book the ferry tickets for me so fast?
Nic: It’s not hard. And you seem like a travel virgin.
Me: Yeah. I don’t really travel. Except with the army.
Nic: You must lead a very boring life.
Me: Not exactly. Anyway, I really can’t let you pay for everything.
Nic: Just take it that you’re a kept man.
Me: What?
Nic: Pretend you’re a gigolo and I hired you.
Me: Erm.
Nic: I just want the credit card points… Can you stop analyzing everything I say so deeply?
Me: Gigolos get to sleep with their clients. That’s what the majority of them are for right?
Nic: And the minority of them are there to keep their clients company. Good clean fun.
Me: So which one am I supposed to be?
Nic: Oh that’s not up to you. I’m the one calling the shots remember?
Me: I don’t like bad surprises.
Nic: You won’t be. Just stop worrying. We’re friends right? I’m not gonna cut off your cock in the middle of the night as revenge for what you did years ago.
Me: Strangely that’s exactly what I was thinking.
Nic: You’re pretty absurd you know? I’ve already said I forgive you. And besides a big strong guy like you can’t overpower me?
Me: You might drug me…
Nic: Haha. We may get drunk. But drug you? I doubt it. Maybe with Viagra or Cialis or something. IF I’m so horny and need something in me. I didn’t bring my toys…
Me: You’ve got Viagra?
Nic: Of course not! I’m just kidding!
Me: Then you’re horny?
Nic: That’s for me to know and for you to find out.
Me: Am I really supposed to find out?
Nic: Gosh. You’re really irritating you know. Can’t you just put aside all your worries and enjoy this trip? I really did not ask you along to question my motives.
Me: Ok. But if you try anything funny…
Nic: What? What are you gonna do?
I wanted to say I would fuck her so hard she would feel it for days.
Me: That’s for me to know and for you to find out.
She laughed.
Nic: Oh so we’re playing games now?
Me: You started it.
She hooked her arm around mine.
Nic: Ok toy-boy. Let’s go buy some booze for the trip.
Nicole literally dragged me to the DFS.
As we browsed the shelves of alcohol, I wondered what was the legal carriage allowance to Batam.
It did not matter anyway. In the end we both got a liter of booze each, I got a Chivas 12 years while she got Johnnie Walker Platinum Label. I had never seen it before and neither had she. As expected, she paid for both.
Nic: Ok. Our aim is to finish both bottles while we’re there.
Me: You’re kidding right?
Nic: Nope. You’re not man enough for the challenge?
Me: Binge drinking is not healthy.
Nic: It’s once in awhile.
Me: Still…
Nic: Oh. I forgot to get cigarettes. Do you smoke Black Menthol?
Me: I’ll stick to Lights.
Nic: Ok.
She headed to the cigarette shelves and took a carton of Black Menthol as well as a carton of Lights, and paid for them, despite my feeble protests.
Nic: Here you go.
She passed me the carton.
Me: I don’t think I can finish it all.
Nic: Then don’t. Can always pay the tax when we’re back. Or give some away while we’re there.
Me: Ok.
Nic: Oh look. It’s time to board. Let’s go!
She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the ferry.
I really could not figure this girl out. Sometimes she was strict and serious, and yet sometimes she could act so child-like. Perhaps she was really stressed out by her job and this trip was really for her to unwind. Even so, I pondered upon the purpose of me being there. A part of me however was really enjoying the part where I did not have to pay for anything. Yet. But as we all know, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
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Originally Posted by
FirstTimeUser
really unexpected you just left her house without any action.. but i think there’s definitely plenty of action in Batam..
I’m still recovering. Took MC today. I’m in so much trouble tomorrow. Shirley’s been giving me dirty looks since I came back yesterday though. I think she suspects…