The pain was excruciating, I hated myself for paying money to torture myself. I picked a tribal tattoo that spread across my whole back. Luckily, no colours, outline only, so I probably can get it done by end of the day, that’s a maybe. In the midst of doing, the door to the small tattoo parlor opened, came in a lady, she was here to finish up her tattoo. A simple hi and she started to undress. She picked a dragon except hers was coloured and spread from her leg, up her ribs, then to her breast. She lay down facing me, with a towel covering her nice breasts. Well, I was doing my back so I couldn’t help but to look at her. The tattooist asked her if she was better prepared this time, she said yes, and I wondered why, then I knew…..the moment the needle touched her skin,
Lady: ahhhhh….. Oooooooo… Shit, shit, shit,shit….. Ok…ok… (sounded like moaning)
I: (chuckled) hey dear, hmmmm maybe we can talk, to distract you….
Lady: oohhhhh….. Sure. Good idea. Ya, my name is cherrrr… maine … Ahhhhh….
I: (really amazed, liked she was having an orgasm) hi, Chermaine. I m Evan. Ha ha… Sorry I can’t help it but you are, hmmm how should I put it….
(I think I saw the 2 tattooists smiling)
Chermaine: sorry, but I m …. Ahhhh… Sensitive to …. Ahhh….. Touch…. Uuuurrrghh….
I: ke ke ke…… You wanna bite on to something?
Chermaine: nope, I just bear with it…… Arrrgggg
I: oh, ok….. I think I would have come a few times if you carry on moaning, I mean ahh…… Groaning…..
(the tattooists stopped and had a good laugh)
Chermaine: sorry, I didn’t mean to sounnnn….d that way, but i…. Ahhh really …. (she started to blush)
ya right, one moment, I was in here getting a tattoo trying to forget the so call recent painful failed relationship, the next moment I was having a hard on listening to her groaning. She was from a strict family upbringing. Once she hit 21, which was weeks ago, she decided she wanted to do a tattoo, a big one, a big way to show. She was in the last yr for her studies in NUS. Chermaine, wearing glasses but still didn’t hide her syt look, the strawberry like lips, the curves of her well proportioned body, decent height, and a pair of boobs that she should be proud of. Round and perky, and her brownish tits showing signs of harden, almost tempted me from where I was sitting to go over and cover it with my saliva drooling mouth. We clicked very well and we spent the rest of the day knowing each other, ignoring the existence of the 2 tattooists.
We exchanged contacts and met up frequently for meals and drinks after work. We stayed as friends although we felt the chemistry was there. Neither of us took the first step. It happened soon after that I needed to get a wedding gift for my best friend wedding, so I called her to company me to choose one. She readily agreed. I took half a day off and we spent the rest of the day in Orchard road. It was a good day and I bought a bouquet of flower out of impulse for her. I guessed all girls love flower and she was delighted.
I: hey, don’t get me wrong, but I just wanna thank you and this is the least I can do
chermaine: thanks, it has been awhile since anyone gives me flower.
I: you are kidding right? You don’t have boyfriend? (I was not sure if she was single, so act act ask such a question)
Chermaine: had a few, but didn’t quite work out because partly due to my strict parents.
It was no surprise, she had curfew to meet and she is the only daughter. So, almost all her relationships ended prematurely. We ended our day quite late and we took a cab to her house and dropped her off first, before heading home. Almost reaching my house, I received a call from her.
Chermaine: hey, mister, you left your wallet in one of the bags. Wait for me, I m on my way to your place.
I have this bad habit. I like to take out the wallet when I m sitting down. And it was probably during the supper that I took out and put it into one of the bags which was hers. I waited and about 20mins later, she arrived and I settled the cab fare. I noticed she was still around. Call it instinct or experience. I knew she won’t be going home then. Invited her to my house which was empty then. My brothers, one study and one working overseas then.
Chermaine: who is that girl in your wallet? Your gf, wife? (her tone didn’t sound really pleased)
I: hey, you peeped ah!….. She is my ex.
Chermaine: What happened? Can’t get over her?
Met this lady, had sex with her sis, found out by her and ended our relation. I didn’t know why I couldn’t let go then. I didn’t want to say anything really. Looking at her while she was staring at me. A long sigh later.
I: i will tell you later. Let me take a shower first.
Chermaine: err, I think I need a shower too. Can I borrow your clothes? I didn’t bring mine.
Looking at her in her eyes again, suddenly I felt like kissing her. She seemed to feel it or sensed it. Her eyes closed and waiting. I leaned forward, and whispered in her ears.
I: you are beautiful. (with that, a small kiss was planted on her forehead)
With that kiss, the first step was taken and our hands held together as we stepped into the house. She was always with her specs. I took it off her. She looked a bit dazed but she looked so much prettier. Her hair flows like silky river as my hand brushed through. Both my hands on her neck, our mouths covered each other.
My hands were pushed away. And I was stopped there. Was thinking moving ahead but she seemed more rational than me. She would only carry on when she felt I am totally over my ex. I could not give her an answer that night. I was not even sure if I like her because of loneliness. Nevertheless, we shared the bed that night. Honestly, it was good to have someone sleeping beside you. The next day before she left, I was given a question with no dateline to answer. She left, and I was standing there thinking…….. Will I be ready to be her bf?
Wedding, I started to hate attending. I m probably the last 2 left in the group that is single, actually I should consider last because the other was considering ROM soon. I am always the best man, but never get to be the groom. I probably lost count how many times I had agreed to be one. Maybe, my friends thought I won’t be settling down. Somehow, I felt bittersweet attending this one since I just ended my relationship recently.
This wedding, a simple yet elegant, held at Raffles hotel, solemnisation in the small garden and followed by champaign lunch by the courtyard. I didn’t eat much, but was helping myself freely on the wine. Then the groom grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over, to where his newly wife was standing.
Don: brother, my wife wants you to help, come come……
His wife, engaged for 2 yrs or more, just completed her studies in austrialia and back to wed this friend of mine. She looked lovely today and was beaming with joy. She was holding the hand of a lady, I didn’t see her during the solemnization.
Alice: Evan, this is my best friend in Australia, Rachel, she came for my wedding and may stay longer, but Don and I will be flying off tonight for our honeymoon. Can you show her around on her stay in Singapore? And treat her nicely ….
I was considered a player in the group but, somehow the recent failed relationship toned me down quite a bit and I was depressed. The changes were obvious and strangely, my friends started to worry for me for they never seem me in this state before. So, suddenly from stop introducing girls to me, they started pulling string and try to introduce all those single friends to me. I found this strange because, I was probably taking a break, a vacation that I didn’t know when it will end. But nonetheless, I appreciated their kind intention. This lady, Rachel from hong kong, was Alice’s classmate in Australia. She worn a white blouse matched with brown pants, oval shape face with very seductive eyes, tied her hair to 2 ponytails, super cute. Will be here for a month or longer. According to her, she might want to get a job here.
After wedding, I drove her to Alice’s house to pick up her luggage, she felt uncomfortable staying in Alice’s house when she is not around. Alice has a big family and shared her room with her sis. So, i drove her around to search for accommodation. Unfortunally, she seemed to be on a budget, so I decided I being the NICE guy, offered her the solution. Stay in my house since I have a spare room, she can clean the house and cook to clear her rent. Although never tried on other girls, but I knew she would accept. And, suddenly, the house is no longer lonely.
I love swimming, it helps me to relax and forget my sorrow and unhappiness. I long forget when I started, but I can tell you, I can swim like a fish and I was a certified lifeguard few years back. I started swimming in Yishun Swimming complex as I have been staying in the north since young. Love going there during weekdays morning, not many people around.
I was there almost every weekdays for the past few months. Same time, 930am. Trying to forget something, trying to heal my broken heart. Everytime I hit the water, I just kept paddling, on and on, till I felt my heart almost stop. Really wish it will stop there and then but never thou. As usual, the same old place and lane, I started swimming. There were few people in the pool, and we usually kept out of each other lane. I swam and had no ideas how many laps I had clocked, but one thing for sure, I swam like I was in a race. Suddenly, I was hit on my shoulder. I turned and saw a lady swam away. Maybe she didn’t mean it, so I moved away. Few more laps later, I was hit again by the same lady. She didn’t even bother to even stop and apologized. I observed and realized, first she didn’t keep in her lane secondly, her strokes were terrible. When she stopped, I went over and thought I could point to her, her mistakes. There are some people, you just feel like killing them when you talk to them. She was one of them. She ignored me, she didn’t apologize and she behaved as if she owned the pool. I really hope our path never cross again.
After swim, I usually went home first for a change before heading to office. After Rachel has moved in, I got free breakfast that few days. Although breakfasts were usually western, I have no complains. So far, the first few days, she was out when I m back from swim. So, I just helped myself with the breakfast. As a guy, how we do our laundry is throw into washer, set to wash, then take it out and throw it into dryer. As I opened the washer, what greeted me was clothings of Rachel. If you ask me whether did I take a look at her panties and bra, a no will be a lie. A black Calvin Klein undies, look under light and you can almost see through. Her black colour bra, don’t really know what brand, a 34B written on it. Although I don’t have the habit to masturbate with lingerie in my hands, but I can imagine her wearing it standing in front of me. What happened next, I don’t have to write explicity down, but I unloaded myself in the toilet.
When I reached office, interestingly, my partners also my closest friends told me that there was a surprised birthday party for a certain friend. They had been inventing all kinds of occasion to get me involved. Setting blind dates one after another. I can turn down 5 but not when they offered you 10. That night, I met Jean, a nurse, friend of who, I had no idea. We met at a rather interesting setting, at karaoke. I was kidnapped to this birthday party which I didn’t even know who is the birthday person, well thanks to my partners. I can’t sing, if I started singing, even the sky will beg me to stop. In the biggest function room, I was drinking, dazing. Then I heard a voice, a lady voice singing Jackie cheng 她来听我的演唱会. She sang with such feeling that I felt like crying. I looked at her, she had tears in her eyes. She left the room after she finished, no one paid attention except me. I followed. She ordered a drink and sat by the bar, I ordered the same and sat beside her.
I: 失恋了？ （just broke off?)
She didn’t say anything, and kept her eyes forward.
I: 我也是，听了你的歌，我也想和你一起哭 (felt like crying with you after listening to your song)
she looked at me, and I carried on my story. It felt so good talking to someone even I barely know her. She didn’t say much and I didn’t press her. I kept talking till all the people left except us, our friends left us alone. Maybe they knew we needed each other, I don’t know but somehow we just kept each other company. When the karaoke lounge was closing, I was not sure if I should offer to send her home. She was really tall and slim, can be a model, had shoulder length hair, really pleasant look, very girl next door feel. Bring her home, and I believe all parents would love to have her as their daughter in law. We were standing by the road side, occassionally cars zipping passed.
Hey bro evan welcome back! Gosh..reading your threads is sipping a nice cup of latte……how should i put it, it’s great to read…real smooth and allows me to step right in as though i am the main lead…tasty enough as the underlying emotions just start developing….gosh…thoroughly immersed.
She left in a cab without me stopping. I knew I couldn’t offer her anything. It was through my friends that I realized her fiancé pulled the plug right at the last minute. No one knew the actual story but her. I knew she was heartbroken, the same kind of pain I went through. Suddenly, I wanted to see her even thou we barely talked to each other that night. My friend left a note on my table when I got to office.
Jean, 9xxxxxxx
My friends, they went helping me to get her contact. Now I got it, I didn’t know what to do. I sent her a message, telling her who I was and we can meet up if she needs a pair of listening ears like what she did to me. I didn’t get a reply. Maybe she needed time to herself. Maybe I also needed time myself. Rejected a date from chermaine, I went home early on this rare occasion. The house was really clean and tidy since Rachel was around. She was on the sofa with her laptop when I entered. A friendly hi and I went for shower.
I: you want wine? Red?
Rachel: ok.
I: I like Cabernet Sauvignon, the flavours are very intense. (handed her the glass as I sat on the sofa)
Rachel: not really into wine but love drinking them. You are early today.
I: (with a tired smile) today is a home day for me. How’s your day?
Rachel: Great, going for 2nd interview next week. Once I got the job, I should be able to find a place soon.
I: hey, you are getting myself into trouble if you do that. Friend of my best friend’s wife. And you really did a good job keeping the house in shape. I think I should pay you for your stay.
Rachel: wow, I didn’t know I can get paid …. Ha ha…….
We started talking and it was cool. From the conversation, I picked up bits and pieces and gathered that she was attached. Her occasion changed of legs revealed slight openings on her black fbt lookalike shorts. Although fast but I thought I saw pink beneath it. Her legs curled to one side, occasion sweeps of her hair and tuck behind her ears, she was looking really seductive. Her 34b breasts shown up really well in her spaghetti shirt. I could have easily lost myself. That night, I raped her in my dream. I woke up with my cum in my shorts. Wow…. When was the last time I had wet dream.
Going out with chermaine resumed. I knew she was waiting for my answer. But every time, I stopped just before I said yes. Something in me was holding back. However, this did not stop us from enjoying the company of each other. I joined her outings with her friends to pubs, to bars….. She came with me to functions and dinners with my friends. We tried not to be together when we drink too much as we were already quite touchy. That night while we were clubbing, our emotion were on a high. We were dancing sexily, rubbing and touching our bodies. We frenched and our hands were all over each other. She whispered to my ears,
chermaine: let’s go…….. your house.
Our mouths never seem to be away from each other since we left the place. Once in my room, her hands hugged around the waist, pulling my shirt off as we were frenching. Occasionally, our mouths parted to get some fresh air, then we were back together again. My hands were pulling her tight t off her. She raised her hands and the shirt was off. I could see her lacy red bra covering her nice round breasts and that new tattoo. The breasts were so fully cupped by the bra that I couldn’t bear to take it off. My hands covered the bra, squeezing it gently almost causing the boobs to spill out of the bra. I can smell it. The scent of her breasts which I find it so nice. I licked it and they were warm to my tongue.
With a flipped, her bra was unhooked and taken off. I can see her nipples. They were brownish, they were were like little raisins that I love to chew. I placed my mouth over one, chewing it softly leading her to moan. Her hands reached for my pants, took it off. My rod was causing a huge bulge on my boxer. She slotted her hands into my boxer and started stroking. A small push, she was on the bed. Unzipped her jeans, with a pull, it was off her.
Wow, thanks for the support bros!
Surprised so many MSG Liao. Can’t reply them individually. Thanks!
Today long day at work, so will update asap. My style like to finish asap. So bear with it for awhile.
5some= wow, that’s really cool but nope, I didn’t do that.
I can’t answer Anton answer cos …. That would reveal the story right… Ha ha.
That’s flattering from some of the comments.
I don’t read my story after I posted becos, I don’t, so…. I really can’t be the judge myself.
But, I read others, a few I really like turned me on really jialuc…. Ha ha..the few good writers that I have upped should know who I referring to.
Cheers bros!
A small push, she was on the bed. Unzipped her jeans, with a pull, it was off her. I love girls in boy short panties, it is boy-leg briefs sort of lingerie that goes all the way down the hips and stop short of the length of the hip to reveal a portion of a woman’s “cheeks” for titillation. They are similar in style to male boxer shorts - but are tighter and of course, much sexier. She worn one of these and was a matching red as her bra. It kind of accentuate her round, firm and sexy butt. I didn’t rush to take it off. I stroked her thighs and moved upwards caressing the areas on both side of her clitoris. My nimble fingers began to slowly making small circular movements on her clitoris. Her breathing quicken, her pelvis started to move against my fingers to get the pressure. The continuous stroking on her clitoris caused her panties to wet. Her juice started to flow. I placed my tongue on the wet part of the panties and started licking like a thirsty dog. Her hands on my head tighten that it began to hurt a bit. Ignoring the pain, my mouth covered her pussy, gave it a few good suction. This gave her a spasm.
My hands gently pulled down her panties, her pussy was wet as I rolled my fingers over. I took my time enjoying this beautiful scene. I split open her pussy, revealing a little bud like nob. My tongue moving up and down over this cute little button with occasional sucking and pulling it away, triggering unvoluntarily movements from her. Her moaning became relatively louder. I inserted my 2 fingers into her pussy, it was really tight. Starting to hurt my joints a bit. I took great care not to hurt her any bit making sure she enjoy as much as I m. Once it was fully inserted, I began to pump her with slow constant speed. I leaned forward, one hand cupped one, my mouth cupped the other breasts. Both working hard to pleasure the owner of the breasts. My hand rubbing and massaging her firm breast. It was so smooth and nice to squeeze that I feel I can do it all day long. My mouth trying to suck out any possible juice it had on the other one. And all these action had only one effect on her, she was in cloud 9. She started squirting and her juice wetted my hand and my bed sheet.
She looked like she almost passed out. Her eyes half closed, and she was grasping for air. My rod was so stiff that if I do not insert into her pussy, I afraid it might burst due to over supply of blood. I grabbed my rod, aligned with her pussy, slotted in as I moved my hips forward. Her eyes suddenly widen and looked at me, her anxiety look shown on her face. But was quickly overtaken by a look of satisfaction when my whole rod disappeared from my view. Every thrust brought out a cry from her. I slipped my hand behind her neck, lifted her head abit as I lowered my back. My kiss on her lips became hard frenching. She gave me a light pushed as I sped up my thrustings. She was about to say something but i covered her mouth and gave her a little nod. Just before I was about to cum, I took my rod out and sprayed it on her body.
She closed her eyes while trying to catch her breath, I took a towel, cleaned her up before going to bathroom to get a quick wash. When I returned, she seemed to be asleep. I badly needed a drink as I felt dehydrated. Went to kitchen with only my boxer only to realized Rachel was smoking by the window. I took 2 cans of beer and walked towards her. I rejected her offer to smoke as I m a non smoker. Passed her the beer as we looked out of the windows together.
I: did we disturb your sleep?
Rachel: your gf really enjoy it man, I think if I stay longer, I might have aroused too. Her moaning is so loud….. He he….
I: technically, she is still not my gf.
Rachel: hmmmmm….. No wonder Alice told me to be careful of you…. Ha ha.
I: oh come on, it takes 2 hands to clap, and I don’t believe you don’t do it with your bf. You have a bf right.
Rachel: hey, don’t you start to have any ideas on me….. He he he…
I: ever had sex with guy that is not your bf, like ons?…. Hmmm?
Rachel: wow, the wolf has shown it’s tail…… Wooooo woo…..
I: tell you what, when you ever need to relief, I can be at your service…. He he…
Rachel: you are flirting with me…… Aren’t you? Ha ha ha….. I better move out soon…. Ha ha….
Talking to Rachel can be very open. She doesn’t seem to take offense. We had a nice conversation. Before she went back to the room, she told me the answer is YES. Yes to what? I asked her so many questions, well, I guessed I will ask her when I see her again. Back to the room, chermaine was asleep, her dragon staring at me, I covered her with quilt, and laid myself beside her. My head was spinning, Maybe, is time to move on…..
Chermaine was dressing up when my eyes were opened. You guys should take sometime to observe your lady dressing up in the morning. Is like looking at tulip that just blossomed. She was a beauty. She smiled and gave me a kiss before going off, she needed to rush home to get her stuff for school. I tried to hold her back hoping a hug or something but she gave me a wink and rushed off. I sat on my bed with both hands on my face, trying to get myself fully awake with a strong wipe with my hands. The whole house returned to a peaceful state. I hate to be alone, or maybe hate to be lonely. Looked at the time, it had past 930. Too late for the morning swim, too early for anything. This was one of the rare mornings that I reached office early. Business was slow during that period and so, after clearing my emails. I started to daze. My legs on the table, slouched against the big arm chair, looking out of the window.
I was thinking of calling Chermaine that maybe, we can try out, I will be her bf. Maybe, time had healed the pain I had. I looked at the wall full of post it notes, among them, a small note stick out. Jean and her mobile number. How is she? I started to ask myself. Has she recovered? I picked up the phone and called her.
I: Jean, this Evan. Still remember me? How have you been?
Jean: yes, I know who you are. I m fine.
I: that’s really good to hear. suddenly I remember you. Maybe you wanna join me for a coffee later?
Jean: time and place?
I was surprised by her answer, and so we arranged to meet up in town area. I arrived early and she came soon after. She looked better. She was not a talker, but when she talked, I listened. It was like music to the ears. So soft and smooth. She moved on and although she didn’t say much, I felt she had recovered. This was the second time we met, and she let me be the talker again, and she be the listener. I needed a pair of listening ears and she provided. We ended up having dinner together and I offered to send her back after we were done. She gave a smile and kindly rejected my offer. This was the first time I saw her smile. Nothing special but it just warm your heart.
On my way home, I sent a SMS to chermaine, “I will be your bf, love, will you be mine?” it didn’t take long when I received her call. Her voice a pitch higher than usual, and she wanted to rush over if not for the fact that she had to complete her school work. I felt loved then. I felt happy. I think I was.
Stepped into the house, Rachel was making supper.
Rachel: alone? Where’s your ….. Errr friend?
I: you mean my gf?
Rachel: oh, now you call her gf.
I: yes, now she is mine gf. (smile)
Some teasings going on and we sat down on the sofa. She had her supper and I had my wine. She got the job in a MNC and her good friend is coming over to visit her. She asked me if I mind her good friend staying over. Of course I don’t mind. I asked her if this good friend of hers is a guy? She didn’t say anything but I knew that this person might be a guy. We were comfortable enough with each other that we asked about our sex life. She never had ONS, and she only did it with her bfs…. How many, she told me she lost count. Alice must have told her a lot about me because, she started grinding me on all details which I find weird to share with her. This were not the weirdest questions.
Rachel: so have you masturbated yourself? Like fantasying someone and do it? Where?
I: hey, can I have at least some privacy on this? Why do you need to know? I mean I didn’t even ask you yours?
Rachel: well, you never tried asking? How do you know I won’t answer you?
I: (I swallowed my saliva) so, you do it too? When? Where? And you fantasying? Who?
Rachel was unlike other girls I have met. She was ever ready to answer my questions. Skipping those she felt too personal. She does fantasied having sex with guys but not when she is attached. Till that point, I was very curious whether she was still single but she was apparently playing a mind game with me. Discussing our sexual history, what we did and secrets aroused me no ends. Because I can imagine how she did it when she was describing to me. Blame it on me, as I was a visual person. Her preference of wearing spaghetti top T with exposing pink colour bra straps further enhance the imagination. Her occasion change of positions with her hot pants revealing the nice pair of slender legs. I can see where My hands will move if they were on hers. I had to pull a small cushion over and placed it on my bulging front. Not wanting her to find out my stiffen rod which was trying to catch her attention. She smiled to my action.
Rachel: I told you enough, so do you fantasied while you are masturbating?…….. Do you fantasied me? Hmmm?
I: (the temperature is definitely heating up) yes and no, but I will later. (I gave her a sly smile)
Rachel: let me know how you feel after you done it…… He he…. Too bad I don’t have sex other than my bf.
I: you are playing with fire, you know….. I could have turned violent and you will be in for it.
Rachel: I know you won’t. He he….
She stood up and went to kitchen to wash the dishes leaving me stoning on the sofa. Wow, the thought of having sex with her was interesting. I was still in my little fantasy world. Then, something covered my face from the back, I took it off me and saw a …… Pink colour bra. What the…..?? I turned and Rachel was smiling as she entered the room.
Rachel: for you to masturbate….mr wolf…… Wooooooo…… Ha ha ha…..
I began to question myself, she was seducing me? Or am I thinking too much. I really can’t figure out what and why she was doing. Looking at the bra that I was holding, I can still feel the warmness from the inside of the 2cups. Call it curious or what, I moved it close to my nose and started sniffing. It sure smell nice. The scent of 2 fresh breasts. I guessed that did it for me, I left the seat, went to toilet and unloaded myself.
The following days, Chermaine and I were literally stuck to each other when we were free to meet. We were like any couples that just fell in love doing all the things that couple will do. There will be days when she needed to rush her school work, these days, we didn’t meet. And during these days, I usually find my own programs. My swimming frequency had dropped since I started going out with chermaine. So, I took the opportunity to go swimming that day.
Most people don’t wear swim caps when they swim including me. So is not hard for me to notice a lady was swimming in the pool with her swim cap on. Not only that, she drew all the attentions of the guys to her. Well, how often do you see anyone swimming in bikini (Of course now more often). If a girl has the figure, flaunt it. And this lady definitely has the figure. I recognized her. No doubt she had the figure, but her lane ethics and stuck up attitude didn’t go well with me. I began my swim as far away from her as possible. When I m done, she was gone. I changed, put on my earpiece listening to discman, and walked towards the coffee shop nearest to the pool to get a bite. The coffeeshop was separated by a big carpark so, it was a long walk as I cut through the road. Suddenly, I felt a vehicle reversing towards me, had I not been fast enough, I might got myself seriously hurt. Well, not so lucky for my discman as the car went over it. Whoever was driving it didn’t even bother to stop. I looked inside, a familiar face shown up. The stuck up lady. You can imagine what kind of words came out from my mouth, when she disappeared with her car from my sight.
Went home with a face as long as the horse. Entered the house, and saw Rachel with her friend.
Rachel: hi, this is my friend……..
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LaBaDingDong
bro so what you get back from that arrogant “swimmer” in return for your bumps and smashed disc man??
Wow, you so fast zero to that swimmer liao.
Then, I just wanna show her my middle finger n some nice greetings.
Now, I hold my breath first.