I approached the group. Perhaps I should get my balls checked. They seemed to be a little big for the situation. It was essential six on one, if they did not beat Matthew up but decide to take revenge on me instead.
As I got nearer, they stopped pushing him around and stared at me. The one whose balls were introduced to my foot whispered something to the others. There was a tall, skinny guy with bleached hair, loads of tattoos and earrings, smoking there. He looked vaguely familiar. He came up to me. The rest of them gathered around. I figured he must be their headman or something.
Skinny Guy: Enigma?
I tried to recall where I knew him from.
SG: XXX Primary School? 6D?
Me: Weiliang?
WL: Wah! Long time no see man bro! How have you been?
Weiliang was my classmate for 6 years in primary school. We were even in the same school bus for the first 3 years. I shook his hand.
1: Boss, he’s the one.
The dude whose balls I kicked interrupted us. Weiliang smacked him across the head.
WL: Cheebye don’t interrupt me when I’m talking.
1: Sorry sorry.
WL: So you beat my men up?
Me: Self-defense.
WL: They deserved it.
Jason and Melissa joined us.
WL: Wah. You bring your own gang?
He turned to Melissa.
WL: Eh chio bu!
Melissa: Chio bu your lan.
She rolled up her sleeve. Suddenly he became all quiet.
WL: Sorry bro. Don’t know you so connected.
Me: Let’s talk.
Matthew tried to leave but he was surrounded by Weiliang’s men, Jason and Melissa.
Matt: Jie! Help me!
She merely glared at him.
I took out a cigarette, offered one to Weiliang and we went to a corner to talk.
WL: My men were asked by that konek to help him with something. Then something went wrong. Then someone beat them up. And you’re that someone?
Me: That konek is the chio bu’s brother.
WL: Real brother?
Me: Real brother. He tried to rape that guys sister early this morning.
I pointed to Jason.
WL: Nabei! What?
Me: I’m guessing your men didn’t know?
WL: They weren’t even supposed to be there. I told them many times not our place cannot go.
Me: So you’re a real gangster?
WL: No la. We are just a group of people who stick together. No trouble one. Just that some of my new guys temper bad.
Me: Why did they even agree to help Matthew anyway?
WL: Matthew si siang?
Me: The konek.
WL: Orh. He agree to pay them for help.
Me: Help to do what? Rape my friends sister?
WL: Nabei. No la. Say help look out in case anything happen. Say what he meeting his ex-girlfriend then her boyfriend very jealous type. You the boyfriend ah?
Me: No. But why did they think it’s me?
WL: Dunno la. Maybe description or what la.
Me: Your guy threatened me with a broken bottle.
WL: Ka ni na. Which one?
I pointed the stoner out.
WL: Chao turtle. He die later.
Me: So back to my point about gangsterism…
WL: We not gangster la. Sompah. I teach him a lesson later.
Me: Well, sorry for beating up your men.
WL: They say you very zai. Like Ye Wen like that.
Me: Who’s Ye Wen?
WL: Ip Man. You know? The Yong Chun guy.
Me: Donnie Yen?
WL: Not the actor la. The Kung Fu master.
Me: Yes. I know. I saw the films.
WL: Wah. Teach me leh.
Me: Don’t be crazy. I don’t know Kung Fu. Only learnt some self-defense techniques in the army.
WL: You still in army? Zhun bo? Sign on ah?
Me: Yeah. So how do we settle this?
WL: He don’t want to pay. Say they never do their job.
Me: Not my problem.
WL: But my guys want to whack him for causing them trouble.
Me: My friend also want to whack him for trying to rape his sister.
WL: Wah. Like that easy what. We all whack him la!
Me: Then the chio bu how?
WL: Later I ask her go out lor. Buy her kopi.
Me: That’s not what I meant. You want to beat up her brother.
WL: Nevermind la. Don’t look like she want to stop us.
Me: I would rather call the police.
WL: Bro. Mai lai eh. You call police I die also.
Me: Are you on the wanted list?
WL: Simi list? Wa mai lim kopi with SSB.
Me: Then don’t be a gangster.
WL: I already say I not gangster lah.
Me: Then what are you afraid of?
WL: Ka ni na. Never mind.
Weiliang’s guys eyed us impatiently. Perhaps they were waiting to beat someone up. He went back to the group and grabbed broken bottle guy by the shirt, forcing him to his knees in front of me, he shouted at the other two to kneel as well.
WL: 道歉!
Me: Basket. I’m not some mob boss.
They looked extremely reluctant but did so anyway. I glanced at Melissa. She looked like she was about to burst out laughing.
Me: Ok fine. Apology accepted.
Matthew sensed an opportunity and turned to run.
Mel: Stop right there!
Jason went after him and the rest of us followed suit. Maybe Matthew was stupid or something but he ran up the stairs instead of out in the open where he would have had a higher chance of escaping or getting help from the general public.
At the fifth floor, Matthew tried escaping through the corridor but stumbled and Jason pounced on him, rugby tackling him to the ground and started pummeling his back. As I pulled Jason off him, strangely, the only thing on my mind was the 9gag meme, “That escalated quickly.”.
Weiliang’s men surrounded Matthew and started kicking him as well until he arrived and told them to stop. They dragged a bruised and bleeding Matthew to the stairwell and held him their. Melissa watched the proceedings with her arms folded.
Matt: Jie! Help me please!
She went up to him and slapped him hard, causing him to spit out blood.
Mel: Did you need my help when you tried to rape Jenny?
She turned to the gangsters.
Mel: And you! All of you! Shame on you for helping him!
They all bowed their heads and did not dare to meet her gaze. I was amazed by the power she wielded over them. Even Weiliang looked subdued. Eventually he apologized to her, and gathered his men before retreating down the stairs, leaving the four of us together.
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wah … tattooed ChioBu is quite “scary” … 1 tight slap across and bleed already
btw … you super lucky
You still can whip out a trump card even in this kind of dead-end situation
He was already bleeding quite badly.
Trump card? You mean Melissa or me knowing Weiliang?
I’m assuming Melissa was a big-time gangster in her youth which was why she got the respect from Weiliang when she showed him her tattoo.
As for me knowing Weiliang, I guess that was really lucky.
Jason went up to Matthew.
J: You piece of shit. I should kill you right now.
Matt: Fuck you.
Melissa slapped him again.
Me: You better apologize to Jenny.
Matt: Never! I’ll never apologize to that whore!
Jason clenched his fists. I grabbed him just in case. Matthew was in a pretty vulnerable position. An accurately placed blow could kill or severely injure him. Not that I was certain that Jason knew where to hit. But I could not take my chances.
Another hard slap from Melissa caused Matthew to cough violently and eventually throw up, blood and some clear liquid pooling at his feet.
Matt: Jie! Please! I need to go to the hospital.
She threw fifty bucks at his feet.
Mel: Take a taxi there yourself. Did you even consider the consequences when you did what you did to Jenny?
Matt: She’s a slut.
This time, he really pissed me off and I struck him lightly with the heel of my palm at the side of his head. He groaned, swayed a bit and passed out.
Mel: What the fuck?!
Me: Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. Probably a very bad headache when he wakes up. But we should probably get him to the hospital.
Mel: Don’t think there’s a need to. But could you help me drag him home?
Me: Where’s that?
Mel: This block. 11th floor.
J: So the coward was running home.
Mel: I guess.
Jason and I dragged Matthew into the lift and all the way to his doorstep. He had regained consciousness and was muttering unintelligibly.
Melissa opened the door and let us in. Their mother gasped in shock.
Mother: What happened?!
Mel: Matthew got into some trouble with his new friends.
Mother: Aiyah. Tell him don’t mix with pai kia he don’t listen.
She went into the kitchen to get a towel and probably some ice.
Matthew glared at us and looked as though he was about to protest.
Mel: I dare you. I’ll tell mom everything.
He kept his mouth shut. Their mother returned.
Mel: I’m going to visit a friend.
Mother: Your brother like that you still go out?
Mel: He deserved it.
The three of us left the house.
Me: So where are you going?
Mel: To visit Jenny. Where is she?
Me: She’s at my place.
J: You sure it’s a good idea?
Mel: I’m not my brother.
J: Ok.
We headed to the car park, got into my car and drove back. In all the excitement, I had forgotten to check my handphone, which was on silent mode. There were a couple of missed calls and a text from Shirley.
S: Where the fuck are you? I’m bringing Jen to A&E. Still bleeding.
I replied.
Me: Sorry. Went to confront Jason. CGH? We’re on our way.
I informed Jason and Melissa and we got back into the car. We were two turns away from CGH when Shirley replied.
S: KKH you dumbass.
Crap. I filtered left and entered the PIE, heading towards the CTE. The traffic in the morning was relatively light and we reached there in twenty minutes. I called Shirley when we reached.
Me: Where are you?
S: 24hr Womens Clinic. Basement.
Me: Ok. Be right over.
Jason and Melissa waited outside while I went in to talk to them. Jenny was in a wheelchair, hugging one of Shirley’s teddy bears. She looked at me and hugged the bear tighter. I looked at Shirley. Somehow, she looked a little sad.
Me: How’s everything?
S: Waiting for her turn.
Me: You seem a little distracted.
S: Is there anyone else with you?
Me: Jason and erm, Matthew’s sister.
S: Could you get them in? I need to talk to you outside.
I signalled for them to come in. Jenny looked disturbed when Melissa approached her but let her take her hand anyway. Soon she was talking quietly to her, and it seemed that she had calmed down a lot. Perhaps Melissa really had some sort of power over people.
Shirley and I proceeded to the area where the vending machines were.
Me: Want anything?
S: No.
She sat down. I bought her a hot Milo and coffee for myself anyway. When I got back to her, she was tearing. I put the drinks down.
Me: What’s wrong?
S: Kor!
She pulled me towards her and started crying on my shoulder. I wondered what was wrong? Was she feeling the effects of Jenny’s violation? That could not be the case. Then it hit me. We were in a Women’s and Children’s Hospital. She had lost her baby not long ago. This probably was not the best place for her to be at the point in time.
What had I done? By bringing Jenny back I had inadvertently cause Shirley hurt in the form of sad memories and thoughts of what could have been. Surely the sight of new mothers walking around cradling their newborns was not a sight that she should be exposed to.
I stroked her hair and tried telling her it would be alright. But I really did not know what to say in situations like this.
Jason appeared and looked as though he wanted to talk to me but he saw me hugging Shirley and I waved him away. He went back to the clinic with a confused look on his face.
S: Kor. I’m sorry. I thought I was stronger than this.
Me: Shh. It’s ok. There’ll always be a next time. You’re still young.
S: No one wants me anymore. Not even you.
Crap. Now I was in a fix. Not a very good way to spend the weekend.
After Jenny had seen the doctor, she had gone in with Melissa, and collected her medication, the five of us bundled into my car and we dropped Melissa back at her place before heading to Ang Mo Kio where Jenny had been staying with a friend in a rented room. We collected her things as she decided to move out and stay with Shirley and I for awhile.
Driving back to the east, I kept glancing into the rear view mirror to see if they were ok. Jenny was lying on Shirley’s lap. Shirley was staring out of the window, fighting back her tears. Jason was snoring in the front seat. I, too, needed a much deserved rest, after all, I still had to go for the stupid Army Half Marathon the next day. No doubt we were only allowed to run 10km this year, but I still needed all the rest I could get.
By time we reached back home, and unloaded Jenny’s stuff, it was almost 2pm. I whipped up a simple lunch of spaghetti aglio olio, assisted by Jason, much to my surprise, and we ate in silence. Jason even helped Shirley to wash the dishes before excusing himself and heading home after ensuring that Jenny was put to bed. She was still in Shirley’s room, so I assumed that they would be sleeping together. There was, after all, a king sized bed, and attached bathroom. Jenny would probably need all the privacy she could get.
After my own shower, I collapsed into bed. I could smell Shirley’s scent still on my pillow, and it was strangely arousing. She was watching TV outside as I willed myself to sleep, having to wake up later on and cook dinner for the three of us.
After my nap, I awoke to see Shirley asleep on the couch. She looked comfortable so I let her be. I headed to the kitchen and started chopping up whatever random stuff I found in the fridge. I had decided to cook fried rice for dinner. As I was chopping the onions, trying my best not to cry, I sensed a presence watching me by the doorway. I turned around, knife in hand and tears in my eyes.
Jenny was standing there, wearing my army t-shirt, and clutching the same teddy bear she was the whole day. She stared at me intently with her red and puffy eyes, not saying a word.
No sooner had I transferred the onions to a plate, and washed my hands, she cautiously approached me, as though I was a frightened little kitten whom she wanted to pet. Or maybe I was the big bad wolf ready to pounce and devour her. I could not be sure.
She dropped the stuffed animal and rushed towards me. I felt her soft breasts pressing against my chest as she hugged me. Truthfully, it felt a little uncomfortable, but I hugged her back. I tried to think of something to say.
Me: What’s up?
That was all I could muster.
But sometimes, I think it was best to take the advice of Ronan Keating. Words were effective, but silence could transcend the boundaries that words could not breach.
We hugged for a full five minutes before she tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on my lips, broke free from the hug, picked up the bear, and headed back to the room.
I resumed my preparation of dinner.
I woke Shirley up when it was done, and knocked on the door to see if Jenny was willing to have dinner with us at the table. She answered the door, still wearing my army t-shirt. Maybe she liked the smell. Maybe it gave her comfort. It must have been cold in the room as her nipples were clearly showing. I wondered what Shirley would say about this. Jenny joined us at the table.
We ate in relative silence and I took another shower before retreating to my room while they did the dishes. Jenny seemed to be much calmer, but Shirley still looked a little sad after the episode at KKH.
I dug around for the AHM running vest and my running shorts and dumped them into a haversack. I had to report at 6am despite the flagoff being at 7am, and given the exertions of the past 18 hours or so, I thought it would be best to sleep despite it being only 8pm.
As I drifted off into dreamland, someone crawled into bed with me under the comforter. I refused to open my eyes in case I could not go back to sleep. Based on the sizable amount of boobs I felt pressing against my arm, I deduced it had to be Shirley. Perhaps she was not very comfortable sleeping with Jenny. Part of me wanted to give up my bed and head to the couch, but I was dead beat, so I let her lie by my side, her leg crossed over mine.
I had barely gotten back to a somewhat restful sleep when I heard the door open. Shirley stirred but did not get up. I felt someone lift the other side of the comforter and squeeze into the small space on my other side. Smaller boobs this time, so it was definitely Jenny.
Ordinarily, I would have enjoyed and welcomed the company. But I had a run to go for in a few hours, and did not really appreciate the intrusion. Especially since my bed was only a single, and 3 persons did not fit very well onto it. I sat up.
Me: What’s going on?
S: Kor, I want to sleep with you.
J: I want to sleep with you too.
Me: Why?
S: Don’t wanna be alone.
J: Me too.
Me: Ok. This is really weird.
S&J: Please?
Me: Argh. Ok. Let’s go to the bigger bed.
We all moved to Shirley’s room. I think something was wrong with me. Both of them were wearing only t-shirts, no bra, and only Jenny had panties on, probably because she was still bleeding and had to use a pad. Shirley was definitely going commando as I felt her warm pussy on my thigh when she was hugging me.
On another day, this might have been a fantasy of mine, having the two girls I had the most history with me on the same bed, pleasuring each other. But today, all I wanted to do was sleep, and not die during the Army 10km.
I lay in the middle of the bed with the two of them using me as their personal bolster. I wondered why they were willing to share. Perhaps I was the only comfort in their misery. I hoped my hands would not die from the lack of blood circulation as both of them were lying half on my arm and shoulders, both wrapping their legs around mine.
And why did I say I felt something was wrong with me? Throughout it all, my dick stayed asleep, not even stirring when Jenny stroked my chest, or when Shirley rubbed her pussy on my thigh. Maybe all that smoking and drinking had given me erectile dysfunction. Or maybe I had finally learnt to keep the sex monster in me under control.
Whatever it was, I still had a run in the morning, so I willed myself to sleep.
The next day, I arrived at the form up point bright and early, my enthusiasm masking my lethargy. It was extremely difficult to sleep with two girls who you had sex with before on either side of you, unknowingly tempting you. Or maybe they did it on purpose. In Jenny’s case, I was pretty sure it was unintentional, given what had just happened to her. But for Shirley was I was not so sure. She still had feelings for me, sexual or otherwise. And we did have sex recently. But perhaps she really needed the comfort and closeness of someone who cared for her.
The run started the same way as before, with the mass orgy of human beings jamming up the entire route. Along with a couple of choke points, inconsiderate runners walking in an entire group, I still managed to clock a reasonable run, finishing in slightly under an hour. Not my best timing, but hey, technically I was still injured, and pending a medical review.
I was collecting my finishers’ medal when someone tapped me on my back.
A: 2SG Enigma. Long time no see.
I turned around to see Adrian, my cousin.
Me: Hello Encik.
A: Haha. Yeah. Just got my MSG. How’s everything?
Me: Don’t you read the thread?
A: Now and then.
Me: So read it.
A: Your Natalie never contacted me.
Me: Maybe she prefers Andrew’s young cock.
Just then 1SG Andrew appeared.
And: I heard my name. And how the fuck did you finish before me?
Oh wow, it was like a family reunion.
Ad: I finished before you too.
And: But you’re both old men! Haha.
Kenneth arrived shortly after.
K: Wah! Everyone is here!
I glanced at his number tag. He took part in the 10pm Men’s Open.
Me: You haven’t enlisted?
K: Still PES D leh. What is CMPB doing? I wanna be an officer and knock all of you down!
Me: Very funny.
Ad: Hey why don’t we take a family photo?
Me: What…
And: Don’t be camera shy la…
Adrian stopped a random passerby and got him to snap a picture. I was dead sure it would be going up on Facebook soon.
And: Hey… Did something happen between you and Nicole?
Me: Yeah.
Adrian whispered into my ear.
Ad: He doesn’t know about the forum?
Me: Don’t think so?
And: What’s going on?
K: Yeah. How come you don’t introduce girls to me?
Me: Small boys shouldn’t play with the big boys.
K: I’m 19!
Me: Proves my point.
K: I wanna be having lots of sex too!
Me: Alright Andrew, I don’t think Natalie appreciates kiss and tell.
K: You should see the pictures on his phone!
Ad: What the fuck…
Me: Yeah. My sentiments exactly.
And: Opps. She didn’t seem to mind.
Me: Whatever.
And: We’re all heading to Kallang Airport for breakfast. Join us?
Me: Nah. I’m dead beat. Going home to sleep.
Ad: Join us lah.
Me: Nah. Enjoy yourselves. Anyway, mom’s birthday is coming right? Help me wish her please.
K: You remembered or moms birthday but forgot your dads?
Me: I don’t have a father. You do.
K: Ouch.
Me: I’ll be on my way then.
I bade my brothers and cousin goodbye and headed to Marina where my car was parked, not bothering if my unit had to gather after the run or not. I would probably just explain that I was not feeling well. I could probably get Alex to cover for me as well.
True enough, just as I had got into my car, he called.
A: Bro. Where the fuck are you?
Me: Toilet. Stomachache.
A: Nabei. You still running issit?
Me: Really in the toilet.
A: Orh. Ok lor. CSM say tomorrow off. We all taking company photo then all zhao liao.
Me: Ok la. Go ahead. I’m shitting.
A: Sure ah?
Me: Yeah. Help me tell CSM.
He hung up and I started the engine, leaving the car park before the other 10km runners caused a jam in the car park as well.
I was rather tired by the time I reached back and dumped my stuff my room before gathering all my dirty clothes for washing. After starting the wash, I decided to check if they were ok.
I opened Shirley’s door quietly and peeked in. With their human bolster gone, Shirley and Jenny had resorted to hugging each other to keep warm as somehow the comforter had ended up on the floor and either of them was too lazy to wake up to get it. Shirley was definitely commando as her t-shirt had hiked all the way up. I wondered how Jenny felt as their legs were intertwined and there was no way she could not feel Shirley’s womanhood on her thighs.
I smiled at my own perverse thought and retrieved the comforter, gently pulling it over the two of them. My scumbag brain started fantasing about the two of them exploring their lesbian tendencies but quickly put the thought out of my head.
I left the room as silently as I entered and took my shower.
After that, I checked the refrigerator to see what was available for a late breakfast, and decided on a ham, hot dog and cheese omelette. However, I decided to wait for them to wake up before cooking.
I settled on the couch and turned on the TV to see what cartoons there were on a Sunday morning, found none appealing, began channel surfing, ended up on the Sony Entertainment channel showing a rerun, and eventually fell asleep.
I was awakened by the smell of food in front of me. Apparently Shirley had decided to cook instead. And strangely, she had made a ham and cheese omelette.
Me: Where’s Jenny?
S: She’s showering.
Me: Why did you decide to cook?
S: I saw that you were like a dead log on the couch and I was hungry.
Me: So where’s your share?
S: Here!
I don’t know if she was doing in on purpose, but she lifted her t-shirt and pointed to her tummy, showing me some underboob. And yes, she still was not wearing panties.
Me: Right. How are you feeling?
S: Better I guess.
Me: Any idea on Jenny?
S: I think it will take her awhile to get over it. But considering how she snuggled up to you last night, I think she’ll be fine.
Me: Are you jealous?
S: Of course!
Me: Why?
I think I was asking the obvious.
S: Well, firstly because you slept with her, probably much more than me, while you were still with me. And secondly, her body is amazing.
Me: Your boobs are bigger.
S: So? She’s so lean and toned.
Me: You’re quite slim yourself.
S: Maybe when I was in Australia and surfing! Now I can’t seem to get back in shape.
Me: You’re fine.
S: Think I need more exercise. Or sexercise.
Me: Erm.
S: Why not? We’re still sleeping together. Don’t you remember the last time?
Me: Er… Yeah… But…
S: You don’t know what I’d give to have Jenny’s body.
Me: With these boobs?
S: I think they’re a little too big…
Me: I think they’re a nice size.
S: So you thought they were too small before???
Me: I didn’t say that!
S: I’m just teasing.
Me: Not funny.
S: But I can see why you slept with her. She’s very hot.
I silently munched on my eggs.
S: And the way she snuggles up to you…
I swallowed the damn eggs and shoveled another forkful in.
S: If I was a guy I’d definitely sleep with her.
Me: Uh huh.
S: Her skin is so smooth. Her ass is very perky!
Me: Ok…
S: Is she bi?
I almost choked.
Me: What? Why do you ask?
S: Cos when she was snuggling in my chest, her hand was on my thigh and butt. And she kept moving her face around.
Me: Maybe she was uncomfortable?
S: I was getting turned on.
Me: You’re kidding right?
S: No. Really. I don’t know why.
Me: Maybe you’re bi.
S: Maybe…
Me: Maybe you gave her a feeling of security. Why don’t you ask her?
S: How do you ask these kind of things?
Me: I don’t know.
S: Somehow I feel there’s a connection between us.
Me: Like?
S: I don’t know. Besides the obvious one which is you…
Me: Anyway we need to rethink the sleeping arrangements.
S: She can sleep in your room, and you can sleep with me.
Me: I’m not so sure that is a very good idea.
S: Why not?
Me: I may get tempted.
S: And?
Me: Never mind.
S: You don’t find me attractive anymore right?
Me: Your self-esteem seems to be lower than before.
S: I’m so fat!
Me: If you’re fat. I’m obese.
S: Really. These things are so heavy. Feel them!
She cupped her breasts.
Me: That’s a trick to get me to grab your boobs.
S: And why wouldn’t you? Because I’m not attractive anymore?
Me: No. It’s not that.
Thankfully, I was saved by Jenny who came out of the room.
J: Is anyone buying lunch?
S: I made omelette.
J: Wow. Ok. Any for me?
S: Yeah. But you might wanna put it in the microwave.
J: Ok.
Me: I could buy more food.
S: You’re still hungry?
Me: A little. Want anything?
S: Wanton mee I guess.
J: I think I’ll just eat the omelette. But could you help me buy erm, some female things?
Me: Female things?
J: You know, those things?
She pointed below.
Me: Oh. Those things.
S: I have pads. Tampons too.
J: It’s ok. I need my own anyway.
Me: Ok. Anything else?
J: Nope.
I headed to the temporary market to get Shirley’s wanton mee while getting some prawn noodles from the coffeeshop nearby for myself. Then I headed to the 24hr supermarket and had one of the most awkward times of my life choosing which pad to buy for Jenny. I guess I should have asked her to be more specific on what type she wanted, so in the end, I bought one of each. The cashier gave me an amused smile that added to my embarrassment. I paid for the pads, grabbed them and left.
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Not really advisable to post your number so openly. And I’m not that good at advising, but you could PM me if you like…
Anyway, thanks for all the compliments. This thread will really be my diary of sorts for me to reminisce on the past when my memory fails… Assuming the thread is still around.
The rest of the day passed without much incident, and at around dinner time, we decided to eat out as I was lazy to cook.
Both Shirley and I were pretty concerned about Jenny’s mental state and how she would react to crowds, but she assured us that she would be alright.
As payday was the preceding Friday, I decided to give both of then a treat so we headed to Paradise Inn at East Point. Seeing that it was nearby to Jason’s fiancee’s place, I invited them as well, but only Jason showed up.
There was a short queue and we waited for awhile before we were ushered to a table. Jenny looked kind of weird as she was wearing a long sleeved shirt, and bermudas, probably in an attempt to cover up the scratches. She seemed much better, at least she was talking a bit more.
We ordered a couple of dishes and ate the braised peanuts while waiting for the food to arrive.
After dinner, which was really good, other than the tiny portions, we walked around East Point, window shopping at Popular, Challenger and even Daiso before heading to NTUC for groceries. The next day was an off-in-lieu so I guessed I would be cooking.
Perhaps we went a little overboard, as I spent almost $200 on groceries, the bulk of it consisting of snacks and instant noodles, cereals, soft drinks, frozen food, and tons of ice cream. I always thought it was cliched that girls turned to ice cream when they were upset or sad, but somehow Jenny and Shirley proved me wrong. I hoped that there was enough space in the fridge for all the stuff.
Jason helped us to carry to stuff to my car before heading home.
Back home, Shirley and I helped Jenny move her stuff into my room, while I moved my stuff into the study room. Jenny did not have much stuff anyway, so I did not really clear out my wardrobe. I guess she would be wearing some of my clothes anyway.
Between my inflatable mattress, the couch and Shirley’s bed, I guess the choice was pretty obvious. I was not about to start a frequent sexual relationship with Shirley again so perhaps the study room would be best.
I changed the bed linen for Shirley’s and my bed, and brought the used sheets to the 24-hour laundromat nearby. I was a little lazy to wash the comforters, and maybe Jenny would appreciate my scent on it. At least it was not a stench.
I returned an hour later to see the both of them sprawled on the couch, each eating a tub of ice cream. I folded the washed bed linen and kept it in the cupboard and proceeded for a shower, before heading to bed, leaving the two of them to bond over ice cream, TV, and possibly gossip about me.
I would have joined them in the ice cream feast, but all calories burnt during AHM would be wasted. Besides, I was still dead tired from the exertions of the entire weekend.
Jenny came into the study room while I was trying to sleep. She sat down gently on the inflatable mattress, but woke me up anyway.
I sat up.
Me: What’s up?
J: Thanks.
Me: For? I should be apologizing. I didn’t keep an eye on you.
J: Jason told me the entire story.
Me: Besides the point. I should have gone with you instead of hiding out of sight.
J: You could have hurt yourself.
Me: Not likely. They didn’t really know how to fight.
Jenny moved closer to me.
J: I know we haven’t been close for awhile but I’m glad I can still depend on you.
Me: No problem.
J: I know we used to have a certain arrangement, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea now that I’ve decided to move in for awhile.
Me: Arrangement? You mean the sex?
J: Yes.
Me: I don’t treat you like my fuck buddy anymore.
J: I know. I don’t want Shirley to get the wrong idea either.
Me: She won’t. I hope.
J: She must be mad at me inside. After all, we were fucking while you were with her.
Me: It was non-exclusive.
J: There’s no such thing.
Me: I don’t know. I think she’s ok with you.
J: I hope so.
Me: She said you were a little touchy-feely when hugging her to sleep.
J: I was?
Me: Your hand was on her ass.
J: Where was I supposed to put it? I wasn’t caressing her or anything.
Me: You kept moving your head around while it was on her chest?
J: I was trying to find a comfortable spot! Her boobs are huge! For someone so slim.
Me: Well, she thinks she’s fat. The boobs never disappeared after the miscarriage. I think she should be happy.
J: I think you’re very happy.
Me: Why?
J: Oh. You mean you’re not sleeping with her?
Me: Not exactly…
J: Means you did.
Me: Just once!
J: You still like her.
Me: I don’t know.
J: Remember our promise?
Me: The one where we’ll get married in 6 years?
J: Yeah.
Me: What about it.
J: If you find the one before then, I’ll understand.
Me: I’m not about to go around looking for one.
J: There’s one in the next room.
Me: It’s really different now.
J: Whatever it is, you’ve been the one who’s taken care of me when I really needed it in recent years. I really appreciate it.
Me: I would have done the same for others.
J: I know. I just want to thank you.
Me: You don’t have to.
She hugged me.
I wondered if it was a trend for girls to go braless at home, even if there were guys around. Or maybe she was doing it on purpose to test me. But there was definitely no way she would have wanted any sexual contact with any guy so soon after being violated by Matthew. So the hug was indeed one between good friends, despite her breasts pressing against me.
I kissed her forehead.
Me: Good night.
And she left the room, heading back to my room.
It really did leave me thinking.
Was this supposed to be the arrangement?
Jenny probably would not stay for long. Was I supposed to be flatmates with Shirley or lovers?
I could not really convince myself that she was into the whole friends with benefits thing, as it was the exact thing that destroyed our relationship in the first place, if what we had could be even considered a relationship.
The next door should prove useful in sorting out my thoughts. Shirley did not mind me staying there, that was for sure, but what was I supposed to be to her? A boyfriend? A lover? A husband?
As I drifted off to sleep I wondered what Jenny meant.