- What if I had never resigned from my previous job?
- What if timing was wrong the first time I saw her at the lift lobby and I didn’t get to see her and Glen, of if they had not boarded the same lift car?
- What if I had not decided to be so nice, for once, to take the trash out and that sheepish encounter of me clad in only boxers didn’t take place?
- What if I didn’t bump into her on the first day of ICT and didn’t pissed her off coz I was laughing at the cheesy songs on her ipod?
- If I had not gone to Cold-Storage to help her w/ the baggage and had Starbucks w/ her tt very day?
- What if I had not bumped into her and gave her my card and what if she hadn’t become my client?
- What if she never popped the question “How do two persons get attracted to one another?”
- What if I never got to see Darren?
- What if Darren hadn’t pissed Lorraine off, presumably from his infidelity, and she didn’t asked for a “fag”?
- What if she didn’t reach out in an attempt to help me w/ my big bulky bag?
- What if I hadn’t said those stupid two words “Blow Me…”?
- What if we hadn’t attempted to avoid each other each time shit happens?
- What if she hadn’t asked me for smokes after shit happened?
- What if Darren never received his posting orders?
- What if Lorraine and I never fought over something as stupid as “because I don’t get it?” Or what if the fight had escalated?
- What if Charlene was never in the picture, or if she didn’t get married?
- What if Darren had been nicer to Lorraine?
Thank you bros for your patient wait. I hope the developments didn’t come too slow and I didn’t lose too many “fans” in the process… Here’s the latest instalment I can afford.
Story Continued… Are we the Waiting…
I took the lift up to my office with Lorraine’s sweet kiss still lingering on my lips; Yes, I can still taste her kiss and tender lips, I thought to myself as my vision zoomed in on my pursed lips reflected in the mirrors the lift car had for walls.
As I examined myself further, I grew aware of something else other than my pursed lips and usually orderly dressing. Was it my hair? No… It was the twinkle in my eye…. Pursed Lips, but I was sure I was smiling deep down for I was excited, about the countdown to the three weeks I would have Lorraine all to myself and ecstatic for her company I was going to enjoy throughout that duration. Yes… Finally I was gonna get some alone time with all, though not all her time will be mine for Glen was still in the equation and she had to tend to her precious cub. Hen’s Night and a stay-over at a hotel was even better, I could envision her head on my chest while we both drift into sleep in the sooth and lull of her sweet scent… Heh, I found my reflection grinning back at me…
Like a new-born, wide-eyed and full of things to look forward to, I felt consciously alive for the 1st time in my life. It dawned on me I probably felt this way as a baby but I could never have been conscious back then of how good life felt. The refreshed me lasted the entire duration of the wait of two weeks plus and I felt more and more alive as each day wore on and we were one day closer to our lil “time-off”…
One thing I know for sure, the wait’s gonna be arduous and completely torturous for the both of us, but I was determined to make the best of it, i.e. the wait and the times that come after that…
Story Continued… Laws of Attraction… Que Sera Sera
Two and a half weeks waiting time was more than enough for one to reflect and I found myself doing just that. As mentioned earlier, it felt like I was doing everything for the first time, which includes each and every encounter (not the one’s that result in “shit” happening… lol… the usual ones, which includes msns and SMSes, as well as our jogs and coffee sessions) w/ Lorraine. It felt like I’ve just gotten t know her at the lift lobby that first time, with her hauling Glen along…
And I started to wonder the What Ifs…
Well, I wouldn’t have gotten to know Lorraine and things certainly couldn’t have been more different.
Simple. I wouldn’t have known she existed, much less just how hot she was.
3.What if I didn’t manage to draw her chuckle (and attention) by not saying “cute cub” in the lift?
Would I have left an impression still? I don’t know…
Same answer as (3) above.
Same answer as (3) above. Likewise, she wouldn’t have left an impression on me.
6.What if I didn’t bump into her in 7-11 after my ICT? What if she had not smelt the cigarette smell on me and asked me for a smoke?
Again, I don’t know if I had left an impression but she certainly did her. It was here I understood the difference between pretty, hot and beautiful. If anyone ever tells me now that beauty is only skin deep, I’d reply w/ so is shallow.
Like (6) above, I would have missed out on an opportunity to know just how beautiful she is…
Question to be asking here is what if I never agreed to a crazy run at 5… Sheesh… To the later part of the question, I wouldn’t have worried so much and prolly made sweet tender love to her much much earlier hahahaahaha
Errr…. I wouldn’t have thought so much?
Then I’d prolly never have wondered if Lorraine was unhappy and perhaps never have made up my mind to be attracted to her…
Errr…. No breakfast, no car ride… & no shit… Haha…
Again, shit might not have happened coz we wouldn’t have crashed our heads clumsily against one another’s.
Errr…. I wouldn’t have sounded so stupid?
I’d never have known the true meaning of absence made the hearts grow fonder…
I wouldn’t have returned her favour…
I wouldn’t have been so alive and excited?
Prolly no more alone time despite Darren being away. W/ regards to the first part of the question, even if Darren was away, we wouldn’t have made the best of it… On hindsight, make the best of it we did… ;P
No hen’s night, no biggie (I was wrong btw…) I’m more interested in what if Lorraine never got married really…
Having pondered the chicken and egg questions above, I was convinced that Lorraine was a life-changer to me. Without her, I could never have breathed and talked like how I’m doing so today, considering I was a jobless bummer not too long ago… which brings me to one more question, the mother of all chicken-and-eggs…
… Then I would never have had a chance to fall for Lorraine and we’d never have gotten started… More importantly, I wouldn’t have made up my mind to hold her hands in full view of the public coz I wouldn’t have decided that “I no longer give a damn”….
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my_preek
waiting for more updates !
Wah bro… u damn fast… Lol… I thought I’ve lost my fans, apparently not…
You are prolly reader no. 1 in this new developments… HAHAHA…
Thank you very much for your wait, and your 1 point up.
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puxihongqiao
Bro,
Impressed with your writing, its almost taking us to the place where you were when you are doing all the emotional descriptions. No matter, its more entertaining than then cut off the mill wham bam stories
No points to up you, but you have my support.
Thanks bro for your support. On the other note, I realised my thread ratings have fallen… lol… Hmmm… coz someone just placed a vote for one star, pulling the average down (yes, my maths is that good…). Just hope the person who votes one star may share his honest opinion on why he feels this thread sucks. Its the least I’d like to know… unless the reader is Darren himself of course… then I suck thumb… Hahaha…
Wow… Working on another update when ratings drop again… Lol… Well, if anyone has any comments, please do share openly… I really do appreciate them. If you guys feel that the story is developing too slowly, just say la…. Lol…
Story Continued… The Plan…
Remember how I mentioned I didn’t see the point in Lorraine’s excitement over Charlene’s Hen’s Night and I wasn’t too excited about it myself? And how I again didn’t understand the whole big hullabaloo over Charlene’s marriage and all (I even out in brackets after that that I was wrong… on hindsight… hahaha)? Well, Lorraine was right, in that I’m such a complete dumb ass…
That fateful day, the commencement of my life once more, after our tiff and I held Lorraine’s hands in full view of the public, while I was in the office, Lorraine’s msn message popped up while I was halfway-thru my work. Well, it wasn’t like I was doing any work in the first place for excitement was gradually taking over… But it can only get better…
R u excited? =)
Hey gal… What about?
Do you always have to be so nonchalent? *animation of a frowning face* About 3 wks we have to one another!!!!
I could almost here Lorraine scream out in frustration with that glare I was just shown w/ about an hour ago… Still, me being me, especially the reborn me, just enjoyed frustrating her the way Glen probably did, when he was freaking 6months old (Well, I was reborn, wasn’t I? Of course I have the luxury of enjoying what babies enjoy the most… Hahaha)
Oh…. ya…. Wrking nw… wad abt it?
Silence and no further lines appeared on the screen… Lol… I can seriously sense her seething, though she’s definitely nowhere near me…
Lol…
WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My screen nudged… Hahaha, the no. of exclamation marks used here is seriously not exagerrated. She used more in fact.
K k… chill cow… I was only jesting… I juz lk 2 c u angry smehw… tt’s when u r e cutest… muackz…
Yes… I’m looking 4ward 2 everything… very much. I’m thinking of where 2 bring u 2… There r so many places I’ve always wanted to go w/ u…
Yea yea… don’t try tt trick on me… DOESN’T WORK!!!!!!
Haha… Deep down, I sensed she was appeased and grinning behind the screens…
Really… I better stop trying and get back to my wrk then…Lol…
…
Where r u planning on bringing me? Lol… whr can u bring me tt I’ve not gone to junior…
Good question… I don’t knw… U’ve prolly been to most placest… but u’ve not gone thr w/ me tho… Who knws? U might c something new… or at least c something old w/ some new perspectives…
Really? I’ve somewhr to bring u to tho… bet u’ve nvr been thr!
Hahaha… This girl sure is competitive, I thought as my fingers flew over the keyboard for a comeback line…
Oh Yea? I’d hope so really, for u to bring me somewhr I’ve nvr gone b4. But unless its timbuctoo, u’d prolly get a wet blanket over yr kind intentions… =P
Yea? Well, rmb hw Charlene wanted to stay over @ a hotel?
Nope.. don’t rmb… I dun even knw her… *Kidding kidding…Yes, U’ve told me just nw… Wad abt it?
The gals were suggesting RWS…
Deep down inside, I was thinking… Siao… attas freaks… i’m so gonna get burnt… but I kindda liked the idea tho… Hahaha…
But no vancancies… sigh…
Really? Hahahaha… tough luck gal… RWS would have been one place I’ve not visited yet…
Haha… Me too… I’ve not been there… but we can still check it out… coz we’ll be putting up at the Siloso Resort instead…
What??? I could feel my fingers trembling from the excitement as I struggled to sound come over cyberspace (Not a difficult task, considering that she can’t see nor hear me)… Bros who’ve been there would understand why…
Oh? Haha… I’ve already been there =)
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Story Continued… D-Day
The wait was long, and completely torturous, every bit what I had imagined it to be. All that pent up frustration could be felt, not only by myself, but by Lorraine as well, as we exchanged messages over MSNs and SMSes outside the times we met face to face…
We discussed incessantly, how we both would make the best of the 3 weeks. I thought endlessly, deep down and secretly, how she’d all be mine at the end of 3 weeks as well. I knew I had lost time to make up for, not just the lost time for whatever we were both unable to share due to the circumstances, but the lost time she’d lost since she got married… To a certain extent, I felt, there might really have been a need to ruin her marriage. As the discussions wore on, day by day, and as we started to list down the things we hoped to share during Darren’s period of absence, our inhibitions started to wear down and we both threw all caution to the wind. Such frivolous acts would include kisses in the security of a sheltered children’s playground after our jog, holdings hands while on the way back again after the jogs, more and more sweet nothings and blatant declarations of I love you whenever we were accorded the opportunities…
As countdown to Darren’s departure day wore down and inhibitions gradually wore out, I felt like an allied soldier landing on Normandy w/ scene’s from HBO’s band of brothers playing in my head… (Departure Day… so D-Day, get it? Hahaha…) Like the allied troops, Darren was scheduled to fly on a Tuesday on an early morning flight, @ 0645h. Historically, and coincidentally, actual D-day assault was scheduled for 6 June 1944, a Tuesday as well, @ 0630h…
I’m so gonna charge charge up those beaches… I swore w/ resolution in my heart, which was now on my sleeves…
1700H D-14H (Incoming MSN Brief from Lorraine)
hey junior… Can u feel it?
Yea… I can’t breath… Lol…
I knw…. I wanna c u 2… muackz
Incessant banter carries on as we both discussed our plans further, teasing each other high and dry and in the process… nothing pornographic tho… just longing… lots of it…
K… Darren’s comin hm. We r gonna take Glen out 4 dinner… Can’t wait 4 u to take me away somewhere… haha… love you… muackz…
Love u 2… muackz…
Debrief ended as Lorraine went offline & her picture faded off into the background…. Debrief closure 0615 @ approximately D-13h
2200H D-9H
Nothing heard from Lorraine… Lights out for early rest in preparation of landings & counter-invasion…
0000H D-7H
Nothing heard from Lorraine again, no matter how much I checked my mobile phone… No further ops orders, no further instructions…
0300H D-4H
Day’s breaking, still tossing & turning in bed w/ light sleep…
Radio silence observed…. No comms check from Lorraine…
Drifting in and out of sleep…
0500H D-2H
I knew the enemy was gonna be out of sight soon… Assault commencing in T-2. Butterflies in my tummy… Can’t wait… Got up to peer downstairs from my kitchen window in hope of catching sight of the leaving enemy. Intel spotted our double-agent Lorraine sending the enemy off…
Hold your fire still… enemy must not be alerted…
Equipment check and sitrep.
Guts… Checked…
FBO… Checked…
Ammo… Lots of it… Checked…
Helmet… checked checked checked checked checked…
0700H D-0H
D-Day!!!! I screamed
Beautiful shores of France loomed up before me… No enemy fire like what my allied counterparts have suffered 66 years ago… We’ve done our intel well, enemy has been sent away and completely in shock at the landings and our well-planned counter-invasion…
One thing remained similar… like beautiful france w/ its magnificent countrysides… Beautiful Lorraine laid in the hands of the Nazis…
We will liberate her… No matter what it takes…
Viva La France!!!! Viva La Lorraine…
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u truly deserve my 5 pointers!! all the way! cheers
Thank you bro for your support and points, as well as to all bros who have shown your appreciation by upping lil ole me. Erm… if bros have upped me and do want me to return your favour, please PM me so that the favour may be returned as I really don’t know if I’m upped coz my thread and effort is being recognized and appreciated, or if you want your favour returned…
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Thanks bro for your support. On the other note, I realised my thread ratings have fallen… lol… Hmmm… coz someone just placed a vote for one star, pulling the average down (yes, my maths is that good…). Just hope the person who votes one star may share his honest opinion on why he feels this thread sucks. Its the least I’d like to know… unless the reader is Darren himself of course… then I suck thumb… Hahaha…
If humble me may request… humbly of course, please do not rate 1 if you’ve got a personal vendetta against me for not returning your favour… Lol… If you feel the thread is farked up, then please do as you please but kindly share your opinions as to why you feel so…
Just finished a further development and the 1st thing upon doing so is the realization my ratings dropped further because another bugger just voted 1 star to pull the average down… Lol… Like I’ve said, my maths is good enough to do simple averages instantly… ;P
Well, perhaps there’s no need to be perplexed bros might advised me… but I am… coz I really do believe that even if I do not have a 5 star story, I am confident I’ve shown at least a 4 star attitude to continue it despite my schedules… So really, please do point out why its worth 1 star to u nay-sayers so my story may b improved… Just hope u guys (those who have done silly deeds as such) have enough integrity as to not wank to my story lo… even though wanking parts are few and apart… Lol…
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waahaa
gold, sword, juno, omaha, utah. pick them off slowly, normandy was a massive operation
Lol… bro… I liked the way u put it. Don’t worry, it’ll b elaborated in the next posting… once I finish my pile of work… But yea, whatever it was… I wasn’t posted onto the hopeless and disastrous Omaha Landings but definitely the highly effective Utah… and like Utah, a stroke of luck was evident in the success of my landings… Haha
Well… Commander of tt landing did state after all… “We start the war from right here…” after he realized that he “Holland” (Lol… he landed far off course, btw… but made the fastest inroad…)?
Story Continued… Blitzkrieg: We’ll start the war from right here…
A lil history background now, before I continue w/ the developments. Landings on Utah beach, in the Normandy Landings (as explained by waahaa, thank you, as well as History Channel…), is considered to be the most efficient and effective amongst the five operations the Landings comprised off. The other factions faced heavy resistance, the worst being the Omaha Landings, and this was what the Utah party did not encounter. They encountered minimum resistance, not because the operatiions are well-planned, but by a pure stroke of luck; Somehow, they had landed much further up than the originally planned contact point. Simply put, of course and completely lost, which prompted the commander of that particular operation, BG Theordore Roosevelt Jr. to say “We will start the war from right here”… Well, not like that lucky bastard had anything else more appropriate after all…
Likewise, my landings on D-Day, were met with minimal enemy fire. It was none existent in fact, for the enemy wasn’t even there (Or so I thought) and it wasn’t by pure good ole ingenius planning (What Planning? Lol…) but things between Lorraine & I just somehow fell into place with a click… just like that… like how you’d snap your fingers…
The shores looked barren as my landing craft touched down on its beaches with a bump, the terra looking strange and isolated with not an enemy in sight. With a plomp, I landed in the warm waters… Wait… Warm Waters?!?!?! Wasn’t the water supposed to be cold? Well, books written by WW2 veterans who participated in the Normandy Landings did describe the biting cold of the waters…
It soon dawned on me at we were on different fields… They were liberating France, cold and lifeless in Nazi control; I was liberating Lorraine… Different and the same conditions, and rules, my poor allied counterparts had been subjected to and had to endure, simply did not apply to me.
I ducked once more into the waters of my showerhead… Time Check… Landing made @ 0900h… Known enemy resistance is now gone… for sure… and certainly the warmth in Lorraine would be coming back…
My heart leapt in ecstacy at what a lucky breakthru my landing was. Without enemy resistance, Lorraine’s shores didn’t look hostile. It was inviting even… Pulling myself back into combat awareness, I did another quick equipment check… I have plenty of helmets… which I know I was gonna use… Red berets… or rather caps… no less for my lil commando break… Armed with a throbbing 50 calibre that comes with one single rapid burst-fire of 1million runs at each go… with a cooldown timing of approximately 1H… I was confident Lorraine could be re-taken… Question is, how far can I go? Would only the shores be re-taken… or would I march right into the heart of Lorraineville?
Knowing full well that resistance was gonna be minimal and having known that the rules of WW2 didn’t apply, I decided to use the tactic those pathetic loser Nazis had used to over-run Poland, although I wasn’t quite the Nazi in this story…
Blitzkrieg… loosely translated into lightning attack. I was gonna strike hard and strike fast into the very heart… No flanking, no routine, no complex combat manouevers… Simple, effective…
I dried myself from the water on me (from my showerhead) and put on my combat gear for the day… My nicest shirt, tie, pants, belts and shoes… W/ my only protection being my trust 50-cal… I ran up the shores of Lorraine w/o any fear whatsoever…
NO FEAR!!!!! I screamed as I huffed and puffed up the shores of Lorraine and fast-marched down the beautiful rural country trails that lead me straight into the heart of my conquest.
D-Day T+5H 1200H, Lorraine smiled as the first sounds of my artillery boomed (No… No sex… no ejaculation… no firing… Pls read on… hahaha) and a single shot of cluster rounds hit her…. Cluster round? That’s only before I can’t call it a bunch round… A cluster round of 21 roses rained right into the heart of Lorraineville as I shoved that bunch of flowers I had pre-ordered in her face right outside the steel gates that once kept me out…
I knew then that all resistance that kept me out once before are now completely shattered by the supporting fire of that very powerful and accurate artillery shot. There was only one way now… In…