Felicia wasted no time and mounted me. I couldn’t even protest about not using condoms. But we already did it in the shower, so I guess there wasn’t much difference.
She rode me hard, I was a little worried she would snap off my cock. It was curious though, how she was so hungry for a cock, in this case mine. It seemed like any cock would do and she just happened to bump into me again after all those years.
She must have came a couple of times riding me as she collapsed on to me, my cock still inside her. I tried thrusting upwards, but realised that years of not working out frequently had made me rather weak, and it felt like I was overstraining myself after a few mere thrusts.
F: Wow. I really miss good sex.
Me: Are you saying sex with me was good?
F: You weren’t the only one obviously.
Me: I know. You had a few FWBs.
F: I mean my husband is so…. Passive.
Me: Are you sure the miscarriage was the reason he doesn’t want to have sex anymore?
F: I think so? He was quite traumatised by it. Like the first time he shoot inside and I got pregnant.
Me: That’s why you got married right?
F: That’s not the main reason.
Me: But it was one of the reasons.
F: Yeah fine. It was.
Me: Figured you were anti abortion.
F: I’m a good Catholic girl.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: Good Catholics don’t have sex before marriage.
F: Well yeah. We don’t have sex out of marriage either. We don’t use condoms. So I’m a decent Catholic.
Me: What the fuck.
F: Eh, you’re Catholic too right? I remember you saying before.
Me: I haven’t been to church since I was 16. I’m non-practicing.
F: Right.
Me: I don’t think I can continue this.
F: You mean right now? Or long term?
Me: Long term?
F: Ya. I know. You have issues to sort out. But seriously what’s the difference? You got an open relationship which you’re taking a break from, you got a married woman whose husband is back but I think you still want to fuck her. And now you got another married woman who wants to fuck you.
Me: I don’t have that kind of feelings for you.
F: You don’t need feelings to fuck me. You never did. I don’t have feelings for you either.
Me: Err…
F: What makes you think she has the same feelings for you? Or the rich lady. What makes you think she isn’t just conveniently keeping you around as a backup?
Me: I know where you’re coming from, but…
F: Hello. You aren’t fantastic in bed you know. You’re just… what’s the word… accommodating. You let me do whatever I want without complaining. I think that’s the same for the rich lady. If you could satisfy all her sexual needs, you think she needs to find others?
Me: She has a condition…
F: So? She needs to have a lot of sex right? She can do it with you all day everyday what. Why need others? I think she just wants variety. And you never tell her to stop. You let her do what she wants. You let all of us do what we want.
Me: Well…
F: I want you to fuck me now. Are you going to stop me?
Me: Yes?
F: Sure or not?
She got off me, my dick slipping out from her pussy. I could see her slightly creamy juices coating it. But she didn’t care, she took me in her mouth again and made me hard.
F: Are you going to stop me?
Me: Yes?
F: Doesn’t feel like it.
She got on me again, moaning as my rod slid into her. She ground her clit against me.
F: See! You’re not stopping me!
She continued grinding and came once more.
F: You’re really the problem here.
She pulled me up and towards the shower.
F: You aren’t even stopping me. Yet you say you don’t think you can continue. I could be raping you all night and you wouldn’t stop me.
Me: Well…
F: Just admit it la. You like being used by me. You see yourself as a tool for our pleasure.
Me: Wah. You never said that before.
F: Because I don’t mind this tool. Haha. Maybe one more inch. A bit thicker…
Me: Thanks ah…
She turned on the water and we washed ourselves.
F: You need to find out what you really want.
Me: I think I want Jasmine.
F: You know you can’t have her.
Me: Yeah.
F: What about the rich lady? What’s her name again?
Me: Ann.
F: Why can’t you have a proper relationship with her?
Me: I don’t feel good stopping her from doing what she wants.
F: Then it’s pretty obvious right. What she wants isn’t you. Maybe it was you for awhile. Maybe that’s why she came back. But after being with you for real she realized that she wanted something you couldn’t provide.
Me: I guess that seems accurate.
F: So tell me now. I want to continue this FWB thing again with you. Can or not?
Me: No.
She grabbed my dick and stroked it. I didn’t push her away.
F: You sure?
Me: Are you happy doing this?
F: Sexually happy.
Me: Can we not?
F: But I want it.
Me: Up to you.
F: Hahahaha! I just realised something.
Me: What?
F: You are like the characters in the wizard of oz.
Me: Huh?
F: Scarecrow needs a brain, tinman needs a heart, lion needs courage right?
Me: Ya?
F: You need a spine.
It took me awhile to get the joke.
Me: Funny hor.
F: Ya. It’s damn funny.
She squatted down and took me in her mouth again. I held her head.
Me: I cannot.
F: Stop me then.
She continued, swirling her tongue around, and made me so hard, yet I didn’t stop her.
F: Fuck me again. Don’t waste your erection.
She stood up, turned around, bent over and literally forced herself onto me. I didn’t want to move so she thrust against me.
F: You’re just like the suction cup dildo.
Me: The what?
F: My toy. I stick it on the wall in the shower and fuck myself.
Me: Oh.
F: I’m hinting you to touch me…
I absent mindedly cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She moaned.
F: Yes! Harder!
I pinched harder, and thrust hard against her. She lost balance and hit her head on the wall.
F: Owwww!
Me: Oops. Sorry. Maybe we should be doing it in the shower.
She rubbed her head.
F: Can you just enjoy sex with me please. It’s just sex. You can carry on pining for the other girl later on in your free time.
We dried ourselves and headed to the bed.
She lay face down flat on it and spread her legs.
F: Fuck me hard.
I shrugged. Since I was there anyway, I might as well just give her what she wanted.
I spread her ass cheeks and inserted a finger to check for wetness. I didn’t need to.
F: Your cock please. Not your finger.
I slid in deep. She moaned and grabbed the bedsheets.
I pumped her hard until her legs were trembling. When I stopped around 10 minutes later, there was a wet patch on the bed.
She rolled over and pulled the blanket over herself.
F: Can we do this at least once a week?
Me: Errr..
F: Yes or no? Simple answer.
Me: I’ll think about it. I really need to sort out my stuff first.
F: Sure. Up to you. Good night.
We ended up sleeping there the entire night, only leaving in the morning.
My phone had died and I charged it while driving her back.
A couple of messages came through, none were from Ann. Based on the message preview, Jasmine had texted, asking about some work thing at 2am. I wondered what could have been so important.
I dropped Felicia off at her block and parked at the loading bay for awhile to reply all my messages.
Apparently the last message from Jasmine was about work. The previous few which didn’t show up in the preview were not.
She asked if I was free to cycle over the weekend. I wondered if that was some new code. I replied her sure and to let me know when, before rushing home just in time for the morning Zoom meeting.
Felicia wasted no time and mounted me. I couldn’t even protest about not using condoms. But we already did it in the shower, so I guess there wasn’t much difference.
She rode me hard, I was a little worried she would snap off my cock. It was curious though, how she was so hungry for a cock, in this case mine. It seemed like any cock would do and she just happened to bump into me again after all those years.
She must have came a couple of times riding me as she collapsed on to me, my cock still inside her. I tried thrusting upwards, but realised that years of not working out frequently had made me rather weak, and it felt like I was overstraining myself after a few mere thrusts.
F: Wow. I really miss good sex.
Me: Are you saying sex with me was good?
F: You weren’t the only one obviously.
Me: I know. You had a few FWBs.
F: I mean my husband is so…. Passive.
Me: Are you sure the miscarriage was the reason he doesn’t want to have sex anymore?
F: I think so? He was quite traumatised by it. Like the first time he shoot inside and I got pregnant.
Me: That’s why you got married right?
F: That’s not the main reason.
Me: But it was one of the reasons.
F: Yeah fine. It was.
Me: Figured you were anti abortion.
F: I’m a good Catholic girl.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: Good Catholics don’t have sex before marriage.
F: Well yeah. We don’t have sex out of marriage either. We don’t use condoms. So I’m a decent Catholic.
Me: What the fuck.
F: Eh, you’re Catholic too right? I remember you saying before.
Me: I haven’t been to church since I was 16. I’m non-practicing.
F: Right.
Me: I don’t think I can continue this.
F: You mean right now? Or long term?
Me: Long term?
F: Ya. I know. You have issues to sort out. But seriously what’s the difference? You got an open relationship which you’re taking a break from, you got a married woman whose husband is back but I think you still want to fuck her. And now you got another married woman who wants to fuck you.
Me: I don’t have that kind of feelings for you.
F: You don’t need feelings to fuck me. You never did. I don’t have feelings for you either.
Me: Err…
F: What makes you think she has the same feelings for you? Or the rich lady. What makes you think she isn’t just conveniently keeping you around as a backup?
Me: I know where you’re coming from, but…
F: Hello. You aren’t fantastic in bed you know. You’re just… what’s the word… accommodating. You let me do whatever I want without complaining. I think that’s the same for the rich lady. If you could satisfy all her sexual needs, you think she needs to find others?
Me: She has a condition…
F: So? She needs to have a lot of sex right? She can do it with you all day everyday what. Why need others? I think she just wants variety. And you never tell her to stop. You let her do what she wants. You let all of us do what we want.
Me: Well…
F: I want you to fuck me now. Are you going to stop me?
Me: Yes?
F: Sure or not?
She got off me, my dick slipping out from her pussy. I could see her slightly creamy juices coating it. But she didn’t care, she took me in her mouth again and made me hard.
F: Are you going to stop me?
Me: Yes?
F: Doesn’t feel like it.
She got on me again, moaning as my rod slid into her. She ground her clit against me.
F: See! You’re not stopping me!
She continued grinding and came once more.
F: You’re really the problem here.
She pulled me up and towards the shower.
F: You aren’t even stopping me. Yet you say you don’t think you can continue. I could be raping you all night and you wouldn’t stop me.
Me: Well…
F: Just admit it la. You like being used by me. You see yourself as a tool for our pleasure.
Me: Wah. You never said that before.
F: Because I don’t mind this tool. Haha. Maybe one more inch. A bit thicker…
Me: Thanks ah…
She turned on the water and we washed ourselves.
F: You need to find out what you really want.
Me: I think I want Jasmine.
F: You know you can’t have her.
Me: Yeah.
F: What about the rich lady? What’s her name again?
Me: Ann.
F: Why can’t you have a proper relationship with her?
Me: I don’t feel good stopping her from doing what she wants.
F: Then it’s pretty obvious right. What she wants isn’t you. Maybe it was you for awhile. Maybe that’s why she came back. But after being with you for real she realized that she wanted something you couldn’t provide.
Me: I guess that seems accurate.
F: So tell me now. I want to continue this FWB thing again with you. Can or not?
Me: No.
She grabbed my dick and stroked it. I didn’t push her away.
F: You sure?
Me: Are you happy doing this?
F: Sexually happy.
Me: Can we not?
F: But I want it.
Me: Up to you.
F: Hahahaha! I just realised something.
Me: What?
F: You are like the characters in the wizard of oz.
Me: Huh?
F: Scarecrow needs a brain, tinman needs a heart, lion needs courage right?
Me: Ya?
F: You need a spine.
It took me awhile to get the joke.
Me: Funny hor.
F: Ya. It’s damn funny.
She squatted down and took me in her mouth again. I held her head.
Me: I cannot.
F: Stop me then.
She continued, swirling her tongue around, and made me so hard, yet I didn’t stop her.
F: Fuck me again. Don’t waste your erection.
She stood up, turned around, bent over and literally forced herself onto me. I didn’t want to move so she thrust against me.
F: You’re just like the suction cup dildo.
Me: The what?
F: My toy. I stick it on the wall in the shower and fuck myself.
Me: Oh.
F: I’m hinting you to touch me…
I absent mindedly cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She moaned.
F: Yes! Harder!
I pinched harder, and thrust hard against her. She lost balance and hit her head on the wall.
F: Owwww!
Me: Oops. Sorry. Maybe we should be doing it in the shower.
She rubbed her head.
F: Can you just enjoy sex with me please. It’s just sex. You can carry on pining for the other girl later on in your free time.
We dried ourselves and headed to the bed.
She lay face down flat on it and spread her legs.
F: Fuck me hard.
I shrugged. Since I was there anyway, I might as well just give her what she wanted.
I spread her ass cheeks and inserted a finger to check for wetness. I didn’t need to.
F: Your cock please. Not your finger.
I slid in deep. She moaned and grabbed the bedsheets.
I pumped her hard until her legs were trembling. When I stopped around 10 minutes later, there was a wet patch on the bed.
She rolled over and pulled the blanket over herself.
F: Can we do this at least once a week?
Me: Errr..
F: Yes or no? Simple answer.
Me: I’ll think about it. I really need to sort out my stuff first.
F: Sure. Up to you. Good night.
We ended up sleeping there the entire night, only leaving in the morning.
My phone had died and I charged it while driving her back.
A couple of messages came through, none were from Ann. Based on the message preview, Jasmine had texted, asking about some work thing at 2am. I wondered what could have been so important.
I dropped Felicia off at her block and parked at the loading bay for awhile to reply all my messages.
Apparently the last message from Jasmine was about work. The previous few which didn’t show up in the preview were not.
She asked if I was free to cycle over the weekend. I wondered if that was some new code. I replied her sure and to let me know when, before rushing home just in time for the morning Zoom meeting.
Friday passed without much incident.
I was honestly damn sleepy despite sleeping well at the hotel with Felicia.
Ann still had not replied to any of my messages and I really wanted to give up already. Perhaps this was her way of dumping me.
Jasmine replied my text about cycling and wanted to do so that evening. I texted back asking if we were really going to cycle, or were we just going to cuddle. She did not reply, hence I didn’t know what time I was supposed to meet her.
Felicia was texting me constantly throughout the day though, telling me how much she enjoyed herself last night and pressing me for an answer if I wanted to continue.
I felt that was a lapse in judgement on my part. Having sex with her again probably gave her the wrong signal that I was willing to start again. What I really wanted to do, was to settle my current situation first. Whether with Ann, or with Jasmine.
The most surprising text of the day actually came from Alan. I totally was not expecting it.
A: Hey bro, are you free tonight? Wanna meet?
Ordinarily, if it was someone else whose name started with an A from that family, I would probably have agreed immediately. However, not knowing Alan’s intentions, or his sexual orientation, was a little scary to me.
Me: What time bro? I may have other plans.
A: Anytime, you wanna come over?
Me: To your place? Sure.
At least that was a safe place I think. If Alan wanted to do anything to me, I’m sure he could very well overpower me. But with Amanda and Alicia around, I guess that would be highly unlikely.
I ended my virtual work early and headed over. Both Alan and Amanda’s cars were there, but Ann’s was nowhere to be seen. I parked along the roadside and rang the bell.
Alicia: What are you doing here?
Alicia had somehow come up behind me. She was coming back from wherever she was coming from. I turned around.
Me: Alan asked me over.
Alicia: Alan? Why would he- Oh. Ok.
Me: What?
Alicia: Come in first.
I entered and found Alan and Amanda doing yoga again.
Both: Hello! You’re here.
Me: Yeah.
I waited for them to finish their session while Alicia went to shower.
The four of us sat at the dining table.
Alan: Ok Mark, I think we should let you know that mom hasn’t been back since 2 weeks ago.
Me: Oh? But I was supposed to meet her last weekend.
Alan: Yeah. About that… she’s been uncontactable since then.
Amanda: Phone off, goes straight to voicemail.
Me: Err…
Alan: We are going to make a police report.
Me: Say what?
Alan: Missing person.
Me: Erm. Maybe she got quarantined and her phone died?
Amanda: Maybe she got fucked to death.
Alicia: I think so too.
Me: Errr.
Alan: Right. So anyway, as you’re still supposedly her partner, we thought we’d tell you before we made the report.
Me: So she’s been missing and uncontactable for a week and only now you’re going to the police?
Alan: Honestly, we’re used to this behaviour. Last time she would just happily go overseas without telling us.
Me: Her business trips?
They laughed, then realised I was being serious.
Alicia: Was that what she told you?
I recalled the time at Crowne Plaza where she left me on the pretext of a business trip.
Alan: Ok, I think mom hasn’t been honest with you on a lot of things.
Me: I’m sure.
Amanda: Her overseas trips were for sex.
Me: Uh-huh.
Alicia: Really. Dad found out, went to catch her, had a heart attack half way.
Me: Wait… she said it was an accident.
Alicia: Accidental heart attack?
These new revelations were kind of shocking to be honest.
Me: Wait… I recall something that she was like this because your father was like this too…
Amanda: You mean fucking everyone but each other?
Me: Something like that.
Alicia: Oh please. Mom was worse. When dad neglected her, mostly due to the business, she practically went crazy.
Me: So the psychiatrist was not for her sex addiction issues?
Alicia: That was only one of the issues actually.
Me: Why are you telling me all this now?
Alan: Because Alicia told us that you want to settle things with mom. Now look, we don’t know exactly what you want to do, but we felt that you really need to know the whole story.
Me: I’ve been with her for the past couple of years and now you want to tell me the whole story?
Alicia: You seemed ok with her behaviour so we felt it’s better to leave things the way they are. Then you met Jasmine and started to reevaluate your relationships.
Me: Oh.
Alicia: But you can’t have Jasmine either so I thought maybe you were going to come back to mom.
Me: I haven’t actually decided yet as I haven’t had a good talk with her.
Alan: Well, now she’s missing.
Amanda: Eh. Can you all just get straight to the point.
Alan sighed.
He took out a legal looking document and passed it to me. It said last will and testament.
Me: What’s this.
Alan: It’s what it says it is.
Amanda: I found it while digging through mom’s stuff looking for clues as to where she may be.
Alicia: Aren’t you going to read it?
Me: I wouldn’t understand legal terms.
Alan took the document from me.
Alan: Basically, if mom passes away or is otherwise unavailable, you’re our legal guardian. And executor of her estate.
Me: Say what.
Amanda: It means you’re our daddy. Haha.
I kind of cringed.
Alan and Alicia laughed.
Alan: Ok seriously, it means that you’ll control her assets.
Me: Can I refuse?
Alan: I don’t know. We’ll need a lawyer for that.
Me: You’re kidding right.
Alicia: Nope. It’s right there. Assuming she’s dead.
Alan: Which we all highly doubt.
Me: Errr…
Alicia: But you know what this means right?
Me: No?
Amanda: You’re really stupid. It means she trusts you enough to hand over everything, including us.
Me: Does it mean that she actually wants me to be with her?
Alicia: Who knows? You need to find her first and talk to her.
Alan: Anyway, a person has to be missing for 7 years before we can presume they’re dead.
Me: Ok. So what now?
Alan: So we’re just going to make the report and hope she comes back. Unless you have any idea where she may be.
Me: There’s so many hotels in Singapore. I guess we could call all of them?
Alicia: And if she didn’t book under her name?
Me: I’m sure they have visitor records, especially now with Covid.
Amanda: We’ll just make the report first.
Me: Ok.
Alan: Anyway, I have something else to discuss with you.
Me: Which is?
Alan: My car is going to scrap. I’ve looked at the dealership and there’s no hatchbacks available that I want. Can you sell us back your car?
Me: Yeah. Why not?
Alan: Do you need another car?
Me: At the moment? Not very crucial to have one I guess.
Alan: Ok. We’ll go to the dealership tomorrow to sort out the paperwork.
Me: Sure.
Alicia: You wanna stay over tonight? Dad.
She chuckled.
Me: Oh my god. Don’t call me that.
Alan and Amanda went to smoke but I was held back by Alicia.
Alicia: What about Jasmine?
Me: What about her?
Alicia: You know you can’t have her right?
Me: I’m her side dick. Haha.
Alicia: Ya right. Cuddling only. Where did the dick come in?
Me: I think she wants it.
Alicia: I think you shouldn’t do it though. It will make things worse.
Me: Errr… you’re the one who brought me to meet her.
Alicia: I know. I’m just saying. Stop thinking with your dick.
Me: She asked me out for “cycling” tonight.
Alicia: Real cycling? Or…
Me: No idea.
Alicia: Then you better get going.
Me: Yeah. Bike’s in the car already.
Alicia: Or you want to start from here and I’ll join you?
Me: Then when we cuddle what do you do?
Alicia: Watch? You want me to join in? Haha.
Me: We all hug together ah?
Alicia: I don’t mind.
Me: I do.
Alicia: Then you go hug her yourself. So selfish.
Me: Right.
I joined Alan and Amanda for a smoke.
The new revelations were kind of a shock to me.
But like what they said, knowing Ann, she was probably just on another sexcation, a very extended one.
Friday passed without much incident.
I was honestly damn sleepy despite sleeping well at the hotel with Felicia.
Ann still had not replied to any of my messages and I really wanted to give up already. Perhaps this was her way of dumping me.
Jasmine replied my text about cycling and wanted to do so that evening. I texted back asking if we were really going to cycle, or were we just going to cuddle. She did not reply, hence I didn’t know what time I was supposed to meet her.
Felicia was texting me constantly throughout the day though, telling me how much she enjoyed herself last night and pressing me for an answer if I wanted to continue.
I felt that was a lapse in judgement on my part. Having sex with her again probably gave her the wrong signal that I was willing to start again. What I really wanted to do, was to settle my current situation first. Whether with Ann, or with Jasmine.
The most surprising text of the day actually came from Alan. I totally was not expecting it.
A: Hey bro, are you free tonight? Wanna meet?
Ordinarily, if it was someone else whose name started with an A from that family, I would probably have agreed immediately. However, not knowing Alan’s intentions, or his sexual orientation, was a little scary to me.
Me: What time bro? I may have other plans.
A: Anytime, you wanna come over?
Me: To your place? Sure.
At least that was a safe place I think. If Alan wanted to do anything to me, I’m sure he could very well overpower me. But with Amanda and Alicia around, I guess that would be highly unlikely.
I ended my virtual work early and headed over. Both Alan and Amanda’s cars were there, but Ann’s was nowhere to be seen. I parked along the roadside and rang the bell.
Alicia: What are you doing here?
Alicia had somehow come up behind me. She was coming back from wherever she was coming from. I turned around.
Me: Alan asked me over.
Alicia: Alan? Why would he- Oh. Ok.
Me: What?
Alicia: Come in first.
I entered and found Alan and Amanda doing yoga again.
Both: Hello! You’re here.
Me: Yeah.
I waited for them to finish their session while Alicia went to shower.
The four of us sat at the dining table.
Alan: Ok Mark, I think we should let you know that mom hasn’t been back since 2 weeks ago.
Me: Oh? But I was supposed to meet her last weekend.
Alan: Yeah. About that… she’s been uncontactable since then.
Amanda: Phone off, goes straight to voicemail.
Me: Err…
Alan: We are going to make a police report.
Me: Say what?
Alan: Missing person.
Me: Erm. Maybe she got quarantined and her phone died?
Amanda: Maybe she got fucked to death.
Alicia: I think so too.
Me: Errr.
Alan: Right. So anyway, as you’re still supposedly her partner, we thought we’d tell you before we made the report.
Me: So she’s been missing and uncontactable for a week and only now you’re going to the police?
Alan: Honestly, we’re used to this behaviour. Last time she would just happily go overseas without telling us.
Me: Her business trips?
They laughed, then realised I was being serious.
Alicia: Was that what she told you?
I recalled the time at Crowne Plaza where she left me on the pretext of a business trip.
Alan: Ok, I think mom hasn’t been honest with you on a lot of things.
Me: I’m sure.
Amanda: Her overseas trips were for sex.
Me: Uh-huh.
Alicia: Really. Dad found out, went to catch her, had a heart attack half way.
Me: Wait… she said it was an accident.
Alicia: Accidental heart attack?
These new revelations were kind of shocking to be honest.
Me: Wait… I recall something that she was like this because your father was like this too…
Amanda: You mean fucking everyone but each other?
Me: Something like that.
Alicia: Oh please. Mom was worse. When dad neglected her, mostly due to the business, she practically went crazy.
Me: So the psychiatrist was not for her sex addiction issues?
Alicia: That was only one of the issues actually.
Me: Why are you telling me all this now?
Alan: Because Alicia told us that you want to settle things with mom. Now look, we don’t know exactly what you want to do, but we felt that you really need to know the whole story.
Me: I’ve been with her for the past couple of years and now you want to tell me the whole story?
Alicia: You seemed ok with her behaviour so we felt it’s better to leave things the way they are. Then you met Jasmine and started to reevaluate your relationships.
Me: Oh.
Alicia: But you can’t have Jasmine either so I thought maybe you were going to come back to mom.
Me: I haven’t actually decided yet as I haven’t had a good talk with her.
Alan: Well, now she’s missing.
Amanda: Eh. Can you all just get straight to the point.
Alan sighed.
He took out a legal looking document and passed it to me. It said last will and testament.
Me: What’s this.
Alan: It’s what it says it is.
Amanda: I found it while digging through mom’s stuff looking for clues as to where she may be.
Alicia: Aren’t you going to read it?
Me: I wouldn’t understand legal terms.
Alan took the document from me.
Alan: Basically, if mom passes away or is otherwise unavailable, you’re our legal guardian. And executor of her estate.
Me: Say what.
Amanda: It means you’re our daddy. Haha.
I kind of cringed.
Alan and Alicia laughed.
Alan: Ok seriously, it means that you’ll control her assets.
Me: Can I refuse?
Alan: I don’t know. We’ll need a lawyer for that.
Me: You’re kidding right.
Alicia: Nope. It’s right there. Assuming she’s dead.
Alan: Which we all highly doubt.
Me: Errr…
Alicia: But you know what this means right?
Me: No?
Amanda: You’re really stupid. It means she trusts you enough to hand over everything, including us.
Me: Does it mean that she actually wants me to be with her?
Alicia: Who knows? You need to find her first and talk to her.
Alan: Anyway, a person has to be missing for 7 years before we can presume they’re dead.
Me: Ok. So what now?
Alan: So we’re just going to make the report and hope she comes back. Unless you have any idea where she may be.
Me: There’s so many hotels in Singapore. I guess we could call all of them?
Alicia: And if she didn’t book under her name?
Me: I’m sure they have visitor records, especially now with Covid.
Amanda: We’ll just make the report first.
Me: Ok.
Alan: Anyway, I have something else to discuss with you.
Me: Which is?
Alan: My car is going to scrap. I’ve looked at the dealership and there’s no hatchbacks available that I want. Can you sell us back your car?
Me: Yeah. Why not?
Alan: Do you need another car?
Me: At the moment? Not very crucial to have one I guess.
Alan: Ok. We’ll go to the dealership tomorrow to sort out the paperwork.
Me: Sure.
Alicia: You wanna stay over tonight? Dad.
She chuckled.
Me: Oh my god. Don’t call me that.
Alan and Amanda went to smoke but I was held back by Alicia.
Alicia: What about Jasmine?
Me: What about her?
Alicia: You know you can’t have her right?
Me: I’m her side dick. Haha.
Alicia: Ya right. Cuddling only. Where did the dick come in?
Me: I think she wants it.
Alicia: I think you shouldn’t do it though. It will make things worse.
Me: Errr… you’re the one who brought me to meet her.
Alicia: I know. I’m just saying. Stop thinking with your dick.
Me: She asked me out for “cycling” tonight.
Alicia: Real cycling? Or…
Me: No idea.
Alicia: Then you better get going.
Me: Yeah. Bike’s in the car already.
Alicia: Or you want to start from here and I’ll join you?
Me: Then when we cuddle what do you do?
Alicia: Watch? You want me to join in? Haha.
Me: We all hug together ah?
Alicia: I don’t mind.
Me: I do.
Alicia: Then you go hug her yourself. So selfish.
Me: Right.
I joined Alan and Amanda for a smoke.
The new revelations were kind of a shock to me.
But like what they said, knowing Ann, she was probably just on another sexcation, a very extended one.
I met Jasmine that night. As expected, she didn’t really want to cycle. I picked her from her car park and we drove to the newer blocks multistory carpark roof garden where we cuddled.
I didn’t tell her about what Alan had told me just now. I doubted it would come to effect anyway. Ann would surely show up eventually, once she got bored of whatever she was doing.
Jasmine was really happy just lying in my arms on the bench at the roof garden. I didn’t know why she needed this physical connection with me. After all, her husband was back and they were having sex daily. I wondered what she was trying to do. Was she merely keeping me around as a backup? Was I supposed to be her replacement husband? But I really didn’t want to ask her about it. I think I was afraid of losing what I had with her. The same way I think I lost the connection with Ann.
We didn’t really talk much, and I didn’t try anything funny with her. If hugs was what she wanted, then hugs was what she was going to get, even though my erection was painfully obvious, and pressing against her back. I didn’t like that area though, as there were tons of mosquitoes. If I didn’t get Covid, I was sure one day I would die from dengue if this carried on.
We hugged for nearly two hours before I sent her home. I arranged to meet Alan early the next morning to transfer the car so I thought maybe I should just head over to their place to sleep. But it was rather late so I just headed home instead.
Ann still had not replied any messages, so I left her a voicemail telling her that we needed to talk. I wasn’t expecting a response and I didn’t get one that night anyway.
I met Alan at the dealership and settled the paperwork. He fully settled the outstanding loan for me, though I bet it was just a formality for the paperwork, and we inspected the car together. Lucky I didn’t have a lot of things in the car, and he told me he could send me back later on.
The dealership manager was a new guy, someone I never met before, I wondered what happened to the previous manager. However, this guy seemed to know about my relationship with them and this guy was pretty friendly, asking if I needed another car. They were getting a new shipment of used cars later that morning and he asked if I wanted to hang around till the shipment arrived, perhaps I would find something I liked and could use.
I didn’t have anything better to do, so Alan and I headed to the nearby HDB estate to grab some breakfast.
After breakfast, we headed back to the dealership. Alan didn’t seem pleased with the new batch of used cars, and was thankful that he had taken over the one I used to drive.
A: Damn. Off peak car. I told them not to take them in.
Me: Why?
A: Harder to sell, we have to convert it back to a normal plate usually.
Me: Oh? 7pm to 7am right?
A: Yeah.
Me: I don’t mind such a car.
A: Really?
Me: Why not? I can always go to work earlier and leave later.
A: You’re not in the army anymore.
Me: Doesn’t bother me.
A: You sure? If you take it off our hands I’ll give you a good deal.
Me: When did you become involved in the business?
A: Well, mom’s obviously neglecting it, someone needs to do something right?
Me: You got a point.
We took a look at the sole off peak car. It was a new model Suzuki Swift. I wondered why it was there.
Me: You sure Amanda doesn’t want it?
A: Her Swift is nowhere near scrap date.
Me: Oh yeah. Why do you want a hatchback now?
A: Tired of sedans. Don’t want a SUV. So hatchback.
Me: Ah.
I inspected the car. It looked in pretty good shape. One owner, accident free. Paint work and leather seats still ok. Best of all, it was a turbo.
Me: What’s the best price you got?
A: Let me ask the manager.
He entered the office and returned shortly after.
A: $50k.
Me: Seriously?
A: Yeah.
The car was barely 2 years old I guess, and brand new it was probably $90k? Even after the $17k offset, and depreciation of $8k a year, it seemed like a pretty good deal, although owning a car right now wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
Me: I’ll think about it.
A: Ok. Let him know.
We left and he sent me back.
I guess I had the whole weekend to think about what I wanted to do.
And Ann still had not replied.
I met Jasmine that night. As expected, she didn’t really want to cycle. I picked her from her car park and we drove to the newer blocks multistory carpark roof garden where we cuddled.
I didn’t tell her about what Alan had told me just now. I doubted it would come to effect anyway. Ann would surely show up eventually, once she got bored of whatever she was doing.
Jasmine was really happy just lying in my arms on the bench at the roof garden. I didn’t know why she needed this physical connection with me. After all, her husband was back and they were having sex daily. I wondered what she was trying to do. Was she merely keeping me around as a backup? Was I supposed to be her replacement husband? But I really didn’t want to ask her about it. I think I was afraid of losing what I had with her. The same way I think I lost the connection with Ann.
We didn’t really talk much, and I didn’t try anything funny with her. If hugs was what she wanted, then hugs was what she was going to get, even though my erection was painfully obvious, and pressing against her back. I didn’t like that area though, as there were tons of mosquitoes. If I didn’t get Covid, I was sure one day I would die from dengue if this carried on.
We hugged for nearly two hours before I sent her home. I arranged to meet Alan early the next morning to transfer the car so I thought maybe I should just head over to their place to sleep. But it was rather late so I just headed home instead.
Ann still had not replied any messages, so I left her a voicemail telling her that we needed to talk. I wasn’t expecting a response and I didn’t get one that night anyway.
I met Alan at the dealership and settled the paperwork. He fully settled the outstanding loan for me, though I bet it was just a formality for the paperwork, and we inspected the car together. Lucky I didn’t have a lot of things in the car, and he told me he could send me back later on.
The dealership manager was a new guy, someone I never met before, I wondered what happened to the previous manager. However, this guy seemed to know about my relationship with them and this guy was pretty friendly, asking if I needed another car. They were getting a new shipment of used cars later that morning and he asked if I wanted to hang around till the shipment arrived, perhaps I would find something I liked and could use.
I didn’t have anything better to do, so Alan and I headed to the nearby HDB estate to grab some breakfast.
After breakfast, we headed back to the dealership. Alan didn’t seem pleased with the new batch of used cars, and was thankful that he had taken over the one I used to drive.
A: Damn. Off peak car. I told them not to take them in.
Me: Why?
A: Harder to sell, we have to convert it back to a normal plate usually.
Me: Oh? 7pm to 7am right?
A: Yeah.
Me: I don’t mind such a car.
A: Really?
Me: Why not? I can always go to work earlier and leave later.
A: You’re not in the army anymore.
Me: Doesn’t bother me.
A: You sure? If you take it off our hands I’ll give you a good deal.
Me: When did you become involved in the business?
A: Well, mom’s obviously neglecting it, someone needs to do something right?
Me: You got a point.
We took a look at the sole off peak car. It was a new model Suzuki Swift. I wondered why it was there.
Me: You sure Amanda doesn’t want it?
A: Her Swift is nowhere near scrap date.
Me: Oh yeah. Why do you want a hatchback now?
A: Tired of sedans. Don’t want a SUV. So hatchback.
Me: Ah.
I inspected the car. It looked in pretty good shape. One owner, accident free. Paint work and leather seats still ok. Best of all, it was a turbo.
Me: What’s the best price you got?
A: Let me ask the manager.
He entered the office and returned shortly after.
A: $50k.
Me: Seriously?
A: Yeah.
The car was barely 2 years old I guess, and brand new it was probably $90k? Even after the $17k offset, and depreciation of $8k a year, it seemed like a pretty good deal, although owning a car right now wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
Me: I’ll think about it.
A: Ok. Let him know.
We left and he sent me back.
I guess I had the whole weekend to think about what I wanted to do.
And Ann still had not replied.
Alan decided to make a police report prior to sending me back, and he decided to head to the station at Bedok which was nearer to his place.
I didn’t want to go in so I hung around the car park smoking while waiting for him.
Jasmine texted me.
J: Cycling tonight?
I was a little irritated and wished she would just use the proper terms.
Me: Real cycling? Or something else.
J: Real cycling. Bring Alicia. My husband is coming.
That didn’t sound good at all.
Me: Really?
J: Yes. He doesn’t believe I really go cycling. So I told him I have two cycling buddies.
Me: Did you text Alicia?
J: Yes.
Me: Ok.
J: See you around my area tonight? We’ll go Woodlands Waterfront.
Me: Sure.
I found it funny that her husband could have another family overseas, admit to it, and be suspicious of his wife, even though she was guilty. It must be some male mindset thing.
So I texted Alicia about it in one long message. And her response was a single word. LOL.
I didn’t have a car now so I arranged to meet her straight at Jasmine’s area. Alicia was pretty confident with solo cycling by now anyway. For me, I was kind of cursing my decision to not get a road bike or at least a hybrid. Foldies were convenient, but for really long distances, they were a pain in the ass. Literally.
Alan asked if I wanted to join them for lunch but I declined, and told him to drop me at the nearest MRT instead. I wandered around Bedok Mall, having not gone there in years.
I walking around aimlessly when I heard someone call out my name.
I turned around and saw a familiar face pushing a stroller, and holding on to a small kid. It was my ex Isabelle, my girlfriend from Poly that broke up with me when I was still in the Army. I nearly couldn’t recognize her under the face mask.
I wanted to ignore her but decided to let bygones be bygones.
Me: Hello.
I: How have you been?
Me: I’m good. Your kids?
She rolled her eyes.
I: No I’m babysitting.
Me: Really?
I: No. This is Alexandra.
Her daughter who was probably around 4-5 years old.
I: And that’s Alexander.
Her infant son in the stroller.
Me: You named your kids similarly?
I: Yes. Wanted to go ABC, but then got lazy to choose names.
Me: Good luck with that. Where’s the husband?
I: Parking the car. Oh! There he is!
A massively muscled, not very tall guy, with full arm tattoo sleeves was walking over. He looked kind of familiar though.
TG: Flirting already?
Isabelle laughed.
I: This is Mark, my old friend since Poly.
Fantastic. I was now an old friend, who apparently lost contact for years.
I: Mark, this is David, my husband.
I wondered why she purposely stressed the word husband. While we were intending to get married before, she obviously didn’t like my career choice so we broke up, among other things.
David extended his hand, he had a firm grip. And I still couldn’t remember where I knew him from.
D: Hi Mark. Nice to meet you.
Me: You’re damn familiar. Where do I know you from?
D: You know me?
Me: Not personally.
D: Oh! The pub! I was the bouncer!
So that was where I knew him from.
Me: How’s Kelly?
D: I don’t know. It was my part-time job. I was studying for my degree then.
Me: I see.
D: Hey, why don’t you join us for lunch?
Me: 2 more days to 5 people dining in.
D: I’ll take the kids, you can catch up with Isabelle.
Me: It’s ok. I actually have something on.
I turned to Isabelle.
Me: Good to see you again.
I said goodbye to both of them and left.
I felt happy, it was like there was some sort of closure from my past, even though it didn’t really involve me. Isabelle had found love and started a family. I was genuinely happy for her.
I got on the train and headed home without having lunch, I wasn’t hungry anyway. I intended to take a nap before heading out to cycle that night.
I tried calling Ann again but it went straight to voicemail. I left another voicemail telling her it didn’t matter what she was doing now, but I hoped she was safe and happy, and we really needed to talk.
Felicia texted me too, asking when we could have sex again. It didn’t feel good though. Sexually and physically it was fine, but emotionally I was a mess, and I really didn’t think I should be using Felicia at that point of time to satisfy whatever physical needs I had. I told her I was still considering and that she probably should really talk to her husband again.
That night I met up with Alicia at the park opposite Jasmine’s place. Alicia was in normal cycling gear but I wondered why she had not zipped the top all the way up, exposing her cleavage.
Me: Eh. Indecent leh.
A: Huh?
I pointed at her cleavage.
A: Oh! I don’t know why, my breasts feel very swollen today, can’t zip up all the way.
Me: Period?
A: Maybe pregnant. Hahahahahahaha.
Me: What?
A: Just kidding. Jasmine ask me to do this.
Me: Whatever the fuck for?
A: She say test her husband.
Me: Right. You got to be kidding.
A: No kidding.
Jasmine and her husband came down shortly. He looked normal, average-looking, tall, not skinny not fat. And his eyes were glued to Alicia’s chest.
J: Guys, this is Alan.
A: Hi Alan! My brothers name is Alan too!
I cringed a little, suddenly she was acting all cute.
Me: Mark.
We exchanged pleasantries and started to cycle.
He had totally no stamina and was dying even before reaching Woodlands Waterfront park, a mere 10km away. Even though he was on a brand new road bike, bought from Decathlon as I noticed the model Triban.
Alan: Can we go back? I can’t carry on.
J: You still have to cycle back.
Alan: I’ll cycle back myself, you all carry on.
Alicia: We were supposed to go to Mandai side.
Alan: I really cannot.
J: Ok. You go home. We’ll carry on.
Alan: Ok.
Alicia: You know how to go back?
Alan: I’ll use GPS.
J: Alicia, can you follow him back? Then from there we meet you at Yishun for supper?
Alicia: Huh.
J: I need to clock my mileage la. Please??
Alicia: Ok lor.
I looked at the both of them and wondered what their actual plan was.
But we carried on with it anyway.
Alan decided to make a police report prior to sending me back, and he decided to head to the station at Bedok which was nearer to his place.
I didn’t want to go in so I hung around the car park smoking while waiting for him.
Jasmine texted me.
J: Cycling tonight?
I was a little irritated and wished she would just use the proper terms.
Me: Real cycling? Or something else.
J: Real cycling. Bring Alicia. My husband is coming.
That didn’t sound good at all.
Me: Really?
J: Yes. He doesn’t believe I really go cycling. So I told him I have two cycling buddies.
Me: Did you text Alicia?
J: Yes.
Me: Ok.
J: See you around my area tonight? We’ll go Woodlands Waterfront.
Me: Sure.
I found it funny that her husband could have another family overseas, admit to it, and be suspicious of his wife, even though she was guilty. It must be some male mindset thing.
So I texted Alicia about it in one long message. And her response was a single word. LOL.
I didn’t have a car now so I arranged to meet her straight at Jasmine’s area. Alicia was pretty confident with solo cycling by now anyway. For me, I was kind of cursing my decision to not get a road bike or at least a hybrid. Foldies were convenient, but for really long distances, they were a pain in the ass. Literally.
Alan asked if I wanted to join them for lunch but I declined, and told him to drop me at the nearest MRT instead. I wandered around Bedok Mall, having not gone there in years.
I walking around aimlessly when I heard someone call out my name.
I turned around and saw a familiar face pushing a stroller, and holding on to a small kid. It was my ex Isabelle, my girlfriend from Poly that broke up with me when I was still in the Army. I nearly couldn’t recognize her under the face mask.
I wanted to ignore her but decided to let bygones be bygones.
Me: Hello.
I: How have you been?
Me: I’m good. Your kids?
She rolled her eyes.
I: No I’m babysitting.
Me: Really?
I: No. This is Alexandra.
Her daughter who was probably around 4-5 years old.
I: And that’s Alexander.
Her infant son in the stroller.
Me: You named your kids similarly?
I: Yes. Wanted to go ABC, but then got lazy to choose names.
Me: Good luck with that. Where’s the husband?
I: Parking the car. Oh! There he is!
A massively muscled, not very tall guy, with full arm tattoo sleeves was walking over. He looked kind of familiar though.
TG: Flirting already?
Isabelle laughed.
I: This is Mark, my old friend since Poly.
Fantastic. I was now an old friend, who apparently lost contact for years.
I: Mark, this is David, my husband.
I wondered why she purposely stressed the word husband. While we were intending to get married before, she obviously didn’t like my career choice so we broke up, among other things.
David extended his hand, he had a firm grip. And I still couldn’t remember where I knew him from.
D: Hi Mark. Nice to meet you.
Me: You’re damn familiar. Where do I know you from?
D: You know me?
Me: Not personally.
D: Oh! The pub! I was the bouncer!
So that was where I knew him from.
Me: How’s Kelly?
D: I don’t know. It was my part-time job. I was studying for my degree then.
Me: I see.
D: Hey, why don’t you join us for lunch?
Me: 2 more days to 5 people dining in.
D: I’ll take the kids, you can catch up with Isabelle.
Me: It’s ok. I actually have something on.
I turned to Isabelle.
Me: Good to see you again.
I said goodbye to both of them and left.
I felt happy, it was like there was some sort of closure from my past, even though it didn’t really involve me. Isabelle had found love and started a family. I was genuinely happy for her.
I got on the train and headed home without having lunch, I wasn’t hungry anyway. I intended to take a nap before heading out to cycle that night.
I tried calling Ann again but it went straight to voicemail. I left another voicemail telling her it didn’t matter what she was doing now, but I hoped she was safe and happy, and we really needed to talk.
Felicia texted me too, asking when we could have sex again. It didn’t feel good though. Sexually and physically it was fine, but emotionally I was a mess, and I really didn’t think I should be using Felicia at that point of time to satisfy whatever physical needs I had. I told her I was still considering and that she probably should really talk to her husband again.
That night I met up with Alicia at the park opposite Jasmine’s place. Alicia was in normal cycling gear but I wondered why she had not zipped the top all the way up, exposing her cleavage.
Me: Eh. Indecent leh.
A: Huh?
I pointed at her cleavage.
A: Oh! I don’t know why, my breasts feel very swollen today, can’t zip up all the way.
Me: Period?
A: Maybe pregnant. Hahahahahahaha.
Me: What?
A: Just kidding. Jasmine ask me to do this.
Me: Whatever the fuck for?
A: She say test her husband.
Me: Right. You got to be kidding.
A: No kidding.
Jasmine and her husband came down shortly. He looked normal, average-looking, tall, not skinny not fat. And his eyes were glued to Alicia’s chest.
J: Guys, this is Alan.
A: Hi Alan! My brothers name is Alan too!
I cringed a little, suddenly she was acting all cute.
Me: Mark.
We exchanged pleasantries and started to cycle.
He had totally no stamina and was dying even before reaching Woodlands Waterfront park, a mere 10km away. Even though he was on a brand new road bike, bought from Decathlon as I noticed the model Triban.
Alan: Can we go back? I can’t carry on.
J: You still have to cycle back.
Alan: I’ll cycle back myself, you all carry on.
Alicia: We were supposed to go to Mandai side.
Alan: I really cannot.
J: Ok. You go home. We’ll carry on.
Alan: Ok.
Alicia: You know how to go back?
Alan: I’ll use GPS.
J: Alicia, can you follow him back? Then from there we meet you at Yishun for supper?
Alicia: Huh.
J: I need to clock my mileage la. Please??
Alicia: Ok lor.
I looked at the both of them and wondered what their actual plan was.
But we carried on with it anyway.
Me: What are you trying to do?
J: Huh?
Me: You asked Alicia to test your husband.
J: Oh that.
Me: Well?
J: You saw him. He’s very average. I don’t know how he managed to con a girl overseas. We’re not rich. And I want to know if he’s serious about starting over.
Me: I’m sure there’s a better way.
J: I’m sure. But I asked her and she’s on.
Me: What if he takes advantage of her?
J: Then I’ll know what my next step is.
Me: You’re willing to let him sleep with Alicia? If it goes that far.
J: What are you? Her father?
Me: No…
J: Do you want to be with me or not?
Me: I-
J: I think you do. And I said it too many times before, if I knew you earlier, and I wasn’t married…
Me: You still shouldn’t use her as bait.
J: It’s too late.
Me: So if nothing happens?
J: Then I’m sorry. For you. And I’m glad Alicia is such a good friend.
Me: You got a sick mind.
J: Yeah. Desperate situation calls for desperate measures.
Me: You know Alicia is a horny girl right?
J: Yup. Well endowed too.
Me: Not the point.
J: Can we not discuss this?
Me: Ok.
I didn’t know what Jasmine was thinking. Using Alicia to test her husband, and my future with her lay with the outcome of the test.
I felt Alicia might just go overboard. Knowing her for so long, I think she was hoping that I could find my happiness, instead of being almost happy with her mom, but never really getting there.
The next long stretch was spent in silence.
Jasmine checked her phone when we hit the junction of Sembawang Road.
J: She’s done. He’s home. Had cramps.
Me: Uh huh.
J: She says she massaged his legs.
Me: Uh huh.
J: And his cock is smaller than yours.
Me: What??
J: Haha! You should see your reaction.
Me: What did she do?
J: He got an erection under the tights la! From her leg massage. Got embarrassed and ran up to hide. She’s on the way to meet us.
Me: Where is open for food now?
J: Wang Chao.
Me: What’s that.
J: Some chicken rice place.
Me: There’s 3 of us.
J: I’ll sit with her. You sit alone.
We headed to the coffee shop along Sembawang Road. It was near an army camp.
We parked at the side and Alicia arrived shortly after.
As I drank my 100 plus, I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Only that they were laughing a lot.
The place was clearing up for closing and we decided to leave. I wanted to cycle back with Jasmine but she told me she’d be fine. We could leave from there and she’d text me tomorrow.
I tried to talk to Alicia as we were cycling back. But she didn’t want to talk to me. Especially about what happened with Jasmine’s husband.
We split halfway as she took her own route home and I headed back to my own place.
She texted me when she was safely home.
A: I really hope that you’ll find happiness one day.
Me: Thanks.
A: Jasmine really cares for you and wants you to be happy too.
Me: I believe I’ll be happy with her.
A: Not now. Maybe next time.
Me: What makes you say so?
A: He’s really trying. But he has a family overseas. She’s trying to give him a chance. But anything can happen.
Me: I know.
A: Don’t wait for her. If she’s meant to be yours, she will be.
Ouch. I didn’t know how to reply to that.
Me: Good night Alicia.
A: In any case, if mom doesn’t come back. You’re my daddy.
Me: Don’t call me that. It sounds so wrong..
A: Good night daddy.
I didn’t reply to that.
I took a shower and lay on my bed. But I couldn’t sleep. I checked my phone. Nothing from Jasmine and nothing from Ann.
I watched some YouTube videos to help me fall asleep.
Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day.
Me: What are you trying to do?
J: Huh?
Me: You asked Alicia to test your husband.
J: Oh that.
Me: Well?
J: You saw him. He’s very average. I don’t know how he managed to con a girl overseas. We’re not rich. And I want to know if he’s serious about starting over.
Me: I’m sure there’s a better way.
J: I’m sure. But I asked her and she’s on.
Me: What if he takes advantage of her?
J: Then I’ll know what my next step is.
Me: You’re willing to let him sleep with Alicia? If it goes that far.
J: What are you? Her father?
Me: No…
J: Do you want to be with me or not?
Me: I-
J: I think you do. And I said it too many times before, if I knew you earlier, and I wasn’t married…
Me: You still shouldn’t use her as bait.
J: It’s too late.
Me: So if nothing happens?
J: Then I’m sorry. For you. And I’m glad Alicia is such a good friend.
Me: You got a sick mind.
J: Yeah. Desperate situation calls for desperate measures.
Me: You know Alicia is a horny girl right?
J: Yup. Well endowed too.
Me: Not the point.
J: Can we not discuss this?
Me: Ok.
I didn’t know what Jasmine was thinking. Using Alicia to test her husband, and my future with her lay with the outcome of the test.
I felt Alicia might just go overboard. Knowing her for so long, I think she was hoping that I could find my happiness, instead of being almost happy with her mom, but never really getting there.
The next long stretch was spent in silence.
Jasmine checked her phone when we hit the junction of Sembawang Road.
J: She’s done. He’s home. Had cramps.
Me: Uh huh.
J: She says she massaged his legs.
Me: Uh huh.
J: And his cock is smaller than yours.
Me: What??
J: Haha! You should see your reaction.
Me: What did she do?
J: He got an erection under the tights la! From her leg massage. Got embarrassed and ran up to hide. She’s on the way to meet us.
Me: Where is open for food now?
J: Wang Chao.
Me: What’s that.
J: Some chicken rice place.
Me: There’s 3 of us.
J: I’ll sit with her. You sit alone.
We headed to the coffee shop along Sembawang Road. It was near an army camp.
We parked at the side and Alicia arrived shortly after.
As I drank my 100 plus, I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Only that they were laughing a lot.
The place was clearing up for closing and we decided to leave. I wanted to cycle back with Jasmine but she told me she’d be fine. We could leave from there and she’d text me tomorrow.
I tried to talk to Alicia as we were cycling back. But she didn’t want to talk to me. Especially about what happened with Jasmine’s husband.
We split halfway as she took her own route home and I headed back to my own place.
She texted me when she was safely home.
A: I really hope that you’ll find happiness one day.
Me: Thanks.
A: Jasmine really cares for you and wants you to be happy too.
Me: I believe I’ll be happy with her.
A: Not now. Maybe next time.
Me: What makes you say so?
A: He’s really trying. But he has a family overseas. She’s trying to give him a chance. But anything can happen.
Me: I know.
A: Don’t wait for her. If she’s meant to be yours, she will be.
Ouch. I didn’t know how to reply to that.
Me: Good night Alicia.
A: In any case, if mom doesn’t come back. You’re my daddy.
Me: Don’t call me that. It sounds so wrong..
A: Good night daddy.
I didn’t reply to that.
I took a shower and lay on my bed. But I couldn’t sleep. I checked my phone. Nothing from Jasmine and nothing from Ann.
I watched some YouTube videos to help me fall asleep.
Perhaps tomorrow would be a better day.