It’s a balancing act.
That was all I could sum up.
Getting Selene was but one matter but ensuring that our relationship does not deteroriate was another matter altogether.
I had learnt my lesson about broken toys.
The last thing I wanted would be to break another.
Now Selene would not be an easy prey, She’s older than Cidney, more matured and she had considerable advantage since she knew me.
I would not be dealing with a naïve little girl, it’s Selene we are talking about.
I can safely say that childish antics and corny jokes would not sit well with her. There are ways to deal with matured woman, and there are ways to deal with SYTs.
Adding to the challenge would be the fact that she is in love with another man.
She accepted a proposal from the man she loved and I had no doubts she was drowning in a sea of love, looking forward to the day she walk down the aisle. Her life would be centered around that man.
I could also forget about private dates, alone time with Selene and even spending extra moments with her unless it was work related.
Selene knew about my feelings towards her too and it would put her on guard if I tried to make any moves that were too obvious.
The odds were overwhelming stacked against me but I was not worried.
It’s all about taking the first baby step.
You can have the most amazing and comprehensive plan but if you don’t take that first baby step, It would always remain a ‘plan’.
6th July 2011
Wednesday
I’ve worked out some preliminaries on my end and decided that the first step would be to gather intelligence and information.
Granted that I have worked with Selene for so long, I knew a few quirks and peeves but if I were to really go after her, I would need more than that.
It’s the same case as when you had your eyes on one particular colleagues.
You’ll notice what she wore to work, when she goes to the pantry, and when is her preferred toilet break. Perhaps you’ll even know if she re-wore a particular top that she liked, maybe a particular pair of jeans, or perhaps her favourite pair of heels.
Small insignificant information that may prove useful sometime down the road, you’ll never know.
I would want to collect information like these.
From timing your visit to the pantry to bumping into her at the washroom for a small talk, you would not be able to do this without the proper information.
Having worked with Selene for more than a year, I’ve picked up a few things about her.
She had a few habits.
Habits that I’m sure everyone of us had.
I would see her leave her room with 2 cups in hand, her coffee mug and her water cup.
She would make the short walk to the pantry and leave them in the sink first before retracing her steps to the bathroom.
After she’s done, she would wash up the cups, get her refill before going back into her office.
This is a routine.
Routine makes us predictable.
Being predictable makes you vulnerable.
If people want to get you, they’ll make use of your routine.
I kept a separate file documenting Selene’s routine, trying to document as much as I could.
30th August 2011
Tuesday
It’s been more than a month since I started collecting detailed information about Selene. Life goes on normally.
Cidney had dropped me a mail recently saying that she would be back in October. I drafted a reply asking how was she feeling but I got no reply.
During the past month and a half, I travelled for work frequently and there were 4 trips which I made with Selene.
Gone were the days where we needed to share rooms but I kept my eyes opened and I noticed something consistent about Selene.
Now these 4 trips we made were a little particular because it was a day trip and we did not fly. We took a ferry to Bintan to meet one of the resort owners.
It was a refurbishment job for one of the resort interiors and we were ironing out the specifics of the project.
Being a day trip meant no bulky luggage.
Aside from the usual laptop and work documents, Selene brought a small bag with her. Being in heels the whole day is no joke and Selene would always use the bathroom at the terminal to change out of her heels and work clothes.
The ferry terminal is also pretty close to her place and she said she saw no need to remain in her work wear.
It was always something casual, pants, shorts, either a t-shirt or a singlet.
And she always had flipflops to change out of after her meeting.
The routine was pretty standard.
We conclude the meeting at the client’s place, the driver would send us to the terminal.
After which Selene would ask me to look after her belongings while she change out.
I did a brief time check each time and she would be spending about 4-5 minutes in the bathroom.
She would come out with her bundle of work clothes and heels neatly packed into a tote bag.
Ice cream would come next.
Selene always made it a point to get one and bottle of drinks for both of us while we waited for the ferry.
It happened 4 times, 4 trips.
It’s a routine.
Now we usually took the afternoon ferry as the client is available only after lunch, by the time we concluded the meeting, we had to take the last ferry back to Singapore which is around 8pm – 8.15pm.
We once joked that if we missed that ferry, it would mean spending the night in Bintan.
Chances of that happening was slim since we usually wrap up around 6.45pm and the journey to the terminal via car took less than 20 minutes.
I had analyzed and went through the sequence of our typical day at Bintan , trying to find critical paths and points I could make use of and I jot down several notes and scenarios.
30th September 2011
Friday
By the end of September, I had compiled a sizable folder of Selene’s habits and routines.
The Bintan project was a go ahead and we would be travelling over twice a month on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday from October.
We made another 3 trips in September and I was further reassured that Selene made no changes to her routine.
One routine of note would be her Friday evenings.
It’s the weekends after all and if possible, everyone would want to head out for a nice meal, chill and catch up with friends.
Selene on the other hand comes to work dressed rather casually on Friday ever since she announced her proposal.
I noticed she always keeps her schedule clear on Friday afternoons, and she would start getting ready to leave work around 5.30pm with her gym bag.
I asked her casually one evening and she said she want to tone up and lose weight before the big day.
That was one part I do not understand about woman, she looked so perfect to me in her current state, I cannot imagine her getting any fitter or slimmer.
Seeing her bare legs sometimes when her skirt was a little shorter was enough to make me want to wank off.
After leaving at 5.30pm, She would reappear again around 6.45pm – 7pm.
Her dressing varied quite a bit, I’ve observed her sometimes coming back into office in a nice dress, sometimes just shorts and a t-shirt.
I guessed it really depended on her plans that Friday evening.
I tried timing my office departure with Selene once and I saw her getting into a grey Toyota Vios right outside the office.
Another thing of note would be the recent changes to Selene’s office.
There were some additional cabinets in Selene’s office and I took the liberty of checking them out one late evening since I had the master key.
Aside from documents, I found spare clothes, towels and shower gels. There was nothing to be surprised of since most gym goers would tend to have some spare clothes in the office.
What was peculiar was the fact that aside from Selene’s clothes, there were men’s clothes as well.
It really made me wonder if anything was going on in the office during weekends.
Our bathroom had shower facilities but no one ever used it. It was installed way back in the old days when Selene’s parents would work overnight in the office.
5th October 2011
Wednesday
That was the first day Selene was not with me during the Bintan trip because she caught a cold.
En route to the client office, I tried talking to the driver but he spoke very little English but he could answer simple questions in bits and pieces.
That was also the first time I took the passenger seat beside the driver since I was alone. Usually Selene would bundle up into the back and ask me to join her.
I was thinking that he would be playing a critical role if I were to use the Bintan routine as part of my plan.
Despite the limited vocabulary, we still managed to talk and chat a little. He said he loved the Kaya from one of the local coffee joint and I promised to bring him some the next time I was there.
I called up a Indonesian friend who was fluent in Bahasa Indonesia and asked if he could help me on a small matter. Some translation and perhaps a phone call in the future.
He was amused and I just told him I was trying to win a girl’s heart and he agreed.
19th October 2011
Wednesday
I brought along half a dozen of Kaya from the local coffee joint the driver talked about and he was thanking me profusely when I passed them to him.
I told him it’s ok, don’t worry about it.
Selene was surprised I bought the driver something and hinted that she too needed something.
Selene : So nice ar James…. I also need some stuff ah.. haha. Get for me can ?
James : Cannnnn….. you be my girlfriend lor, I buy the whole world for you.
Selene : hahaa… I don’t date young boys.
En route back to the terminal after our meeting, I took the front seat and carried on chatting with the driver.
28th October 2011
Cidney dropped me a mail to inform me that she’s back in Singapore for a day before going off on a holiday to Hong Kong.
I was desperate for sex and I asked to meet but she said she was not ready and needed more time.
We met up once at the end of October for dinner but nothing happened. The spark was no longer there and Cidney said she was looking around for a new job.
I asked her to join us back in the office but she would not change her mind.
We parted ways after that evening and did not contact each other since.
By the end of November, I had probably brought over to Bintan 2 dozens of Kaya, packets of chocolates and sweets for the driver’s kids and even egg tarts and old chang kee curry puffs.
I’ve sort of had a plan forming in my mind for a while and all I needed was for a good time to execute them.
I sensed an opportunity coming when Selene told me she’s taking the last 2 weeks of December off and needed me to cover some of her work.
21st December 2011
Wednesday
I made the Bintan trip alone and I made a phone call to my friend for the favour i had asked some time back before passing the phone to the driver who I had already build up a good rapport.
After the short 3 minutes phone call, the driver was laughing and the only thing he said with a knowing smile was;
Driver: Ah… James….. Naughty… naughty… hahaha
I gave him a smile and I took out my calander.
I pointed to a particular wednesday and the driver nodded with a smile giving me the thumbs up at the same time.
It’s a balancing act.
That was all I could sum up.
Getting Selene was but one matter but ensuring that our relationship does not deteroriate was another matter altogether.
I had learnt my lesson about broken toys.
The last thing I wanted would be to break another.
Now Selene would not be an easy prey, She’s older than Cidney, more matured and she had considerable advantage since she knew me.
I would not be dealing with a naïve little girl, it’s Selene we are talking about.
I can safely say that childish antics and corny jokes would not sit well with her. There are ways to deal with matured woman, and there are ways to deal with SYTs.
Adding to the challenge would be the fact that she is in love with another man.
She accepted a proposal from the man she loved and I had no doubts she was drowning in a sea of love, looking forward to the day she walk down the aisle. Her life would be centered around that man.
I could also forget about private dates, alone time with Selene and even spending extra moments with her unless it was work related.
Selene knew about my feelings towards her too and it would put her on guard if I tried to make any moves that were too obvious.
The odds were overwhelming stacked against me but I was not worried.
It’s all about taking the first baby step.
You can have the most amazing and comprehensive plan but if you don’t take that first baby step, It would always remain a ‘plan’.
6th July 2011
Wednesday
I’ve worked out some preliminaries on my end and decided that the first step would be to gather intelligence and information.
Granted that I have worked with Selene for so long, I knew a few quirks and peeves but if I were to really go after her, I would need more than that.
It’s the same case as when you had your eyes on one particular colleagues.
You’ll notice what she wore to work, when she goes to the pantry, and when is her preferred toilet break. Perhaps you’ll even know if she re-wore a particular top that she liked, maybe a particular pair of jeans, or perhaps her favourite pair of heels.
Small insignificant information that may prove useful sometime down the road, you’ll never know.
I would want to collect information like these.
From timing your visit to the pantry to bumping into her at the washroom for a small talk, you would not be able to do this without the proper information.
Having worked with Selene for more than a year, I’ve picked up a few things about her.
She had a few habits.
Habits that I’m sure everyone of us had.
I would see her leave her room with 2 cups in hand, her coffee mug and her water cup.
She would make the short walk to the pantry and leave them in the sink first before retracing her steps to the bathroom.
After she’s done, she would wash up the cups, get her refill before going back into her office.
This is a routine.
Routine makes us predictable.
Being predictable makes you vulnerable.
If people want to get you, they’ll make use of your routine.
I kept a separate file documenting Selene’s routine, trying to document as much as I could.
30th August 2011
Tuesday
It’s been more than a month since I started collecting detailed information about Selene. Life goes on normally.
Cidney had dropped me a mail recently saying that she would be back in October. I drafted a reply asking how was she feeling but I got no reply.
During the past month and a half, I travelled for work frequently and there were 4 trips which I made with Selene.
Gone were the days where we needed to share rooms but I kept my eyes opened and I noticed something consistent about Selene.
Now these 4 trips we made were a little particular because it was a day trip and we did not fly. We took a ferry to Bintan to meet one of the resort owners.
It was a refurbishment job for one of the resort interiors and we were ironing out the specifics of the project.
Being a day trip meant no bulky luggage.
Aside from the usual laptop and work documents, Selene brought a small bag with her. Being in heels the whole day is no joke and Selene would always use the bathroom at the terminal to change out of her heels and work clothes.
The ferry terminal is also pretty close to her place and she said she saw no need to remain in her work wear.
It was always something casual, pants, shorts, either a t-shirt or a singlet.
And she always had flipflops to change out of after her meeting.
The routine was pretty standard.
We conclude the meeting at the client’s place, the driver would send us to the terminal.
After which Selene would ask me to look after her belongings while she change out.
I did a brief time check each time and she would be spending about 4-5 minutes in the bathroom.
She would come out with her bundle of work clothes and heels neatly packed into a tote bag.
Ice cream would come next.
Selene always made it a point to get one and bottle of drinks for both of us while we waited for the ferry.
It happened 4 times, 4 trips.
It’s a routine.
Now we usually took the afternoon ferry as the client is available only after lunch, by the time we concluded the meeting, we had to take the last ferry back to Singapore which is around 8pm – 8.15pm.
We once joked that if we missed that ferry, it would mean spending the night in Bintan.
Chances of that happening was slim since we usually wrap up around 6.45pm and the journey to the terminal via car took less than 20 minutes.
I had analyzed and went through the sequence of our typical day at Bintan , trying to find critical paths and points I could make use of and I jot down several notes and scenarios.
30th September 2011
Friday
By the end of September, I had compiled a sizable folder of Selene’s habits and routines.
The Bintan project was a go ahead and we would be travelling over twice a month on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday from October.
We made another 3 trips in September and I was further reassured that Selene made no changes to her routine.
One routine of note would be her Friday evenings.
It’s the weekends after all and if possible, everyone would want to head out for a nice meal, chill and catch up with friends.
Selene on the other hand comes to work dressed rather casually on Friday ever since she announced her proposal.
I noticed she always keeps her schedule clear on Friday afternoons, and she would start getting ready to leave work around 5.30pm with her gym bag.
I asked her casually one evening and she said she want to tone up and lose weight before the big day.
That was one part I do not understand about woman, she looked so perfect to me in her current state, I cannot imagine her getting any fitter or slimmer.
Seeing her bare legs sometimes when her skirt was a little shorter was enough to make me want to wank off.
After leaving at 5.30pm, She would reappear again around 6.45pm – 7pm.
Her dressing varied quite a bit, I’ve observed her sometimes coming back into office in a nice dress, sometimes just shorts and a t-shirt.
I guessed it really depended on her plans that Friday evening.
I tried timing my office departure with Selene once and I saw her getting into a grey Toyota Vios right outside the office.
Another thing of note would be the recent changes to Selene’s office.
There were some additional cabinets in Selene’s office and I took the liberty of checking them out one late evening since I had the master key.
Aside from documents, I found spare clothes, towels and shower gels. There was nothing to be surprised of since most gym goers would tend to have some spare clothes in the office.
What was peculiar was the fact that aside from Selene’s clothes, there were men’s clothes as well.
It really made me wonder if anything was going on in the office during weekends.
Our bathroom had shower facilities but no one ever used it. It was installed way back in the old days when Selene’s parents would work overnight in the office.
5th October 2011
Wednesday
That was the first day Selene was not with me during the Bintan trip because she caught a cold.
En route to the client office, I tried talking to the driver but he spoke very little English but he could answer simple questions in bits and pieces.
That was also the first time I took the passenger seat beside the driver since I was alone. Usually Selene would bundle up into the back and ask me to join her.
I was thinking that he would be playing a critical role if I were to use the Bintan routine as part of my plan.
Despite the limited vocabulary, we still managed to talk and chat a little. He said he loved the Kaya from one of the local coffee joint and I promised to bring him some the next time I was there.
I called up a Indonesian friend who was fluent in Bahasa Indonesia and asked if he could help me on a small matter. Some translation and perhaps a phone call in the future.
He was amused and I just told him I was trying to win a girl’s heart and he agreed.
19th October 2011
Wednesday
I brought along half a dozen of Kaya from the local coffee joint the driver talked about and he was thanking me profusely when I passed them to him.
I told him it’s ok, don’t worry about it.
Selene was surprised I bought the driver something and hinted that she too needed something.
Selene : So nice ar James…. I also need some stuff ah.. haha. Get for me can ?
James : Cannnnn….. you be my girlfriend lor, I buy the whole world for you.
Selene : hahaa… I don’t date young boys.
En route back to the terminal after our meeting, I took the front seat and carried on chatting with the driver.
28th October 2011
Cidney dropped me a mail to inform me that she’s back in Singapore for a day before going off on a holiday to Hong Kong.
I was desperate for sex and I asked to meet but she said she was not ready and needed more time.
We met up once at the end of October for dinner but nothing happened. The spark was no longer there and Cidney said she was looking around for a new job.
I asked her to join us back in the office but she would not change her mind.
We parted ways after that evening and did not contact each other since.
By the end of November, I had probably brought over to Bintan 2 dozens of Kaya, packets of chocolates and sweets for the driver’s kids and even egg tarts and old chang kee curry puffs.
I’ve sort of had a plan forming in my mind for a while and all I needed was for a good time to execute them.
I sensed an opportunity coming when Selene told me she’s taking the last 2 weeks of December off and needed me to cover some of her work.
21st December 2011
Wednesday
I made the Bintan trip alone and I made a phone call to my friend for the favour i had asked some time back before passing the phone to the driver who I had already build up a good rapport.
After the short 3 minutes phone call, the driver was laughing and the only thing he said with a knowing smile was;
Driver: Ah… James….. Naughty… naughty… hahaha
I gave him a smile and I took out my calander.
I pointed to a particular wednesday and the driver nodded with a smile giving me the thumbs up at the same time.
3rd Jan 2012
Selene brought back a lot of chocolates, snacks and souvenirs from her december trip for the office.
The working mood for the new year hasn’t quite set in yet and the office seemed to be taking a rather relaxed pace.
Selene seemed to have put on a little weight or perhaps it was just me not seeing her for more than 2 weeks.
The date I had arranged with the driver in bintan was on the 7th March.
Why 7th march ?
The lunar new year was early in 2012, arriving on the 23rd of Jan, which meant we would only be meeting the client once in Jan.
Feb would be peppered with make up meetings which might not happen on Wednesday and since I was travelling to KL frequently, there was a possibility I might miss some of those.
I would rather choose to settle on a date which had the least change to our routine as possible.
I did not see the need to rush things since I had already waited so long.
Perhaps I could also pick up a couple of other routes to get to Selene in the meantime.
7th Jan 2012
Saturday
8.30 am
I had lunch plans with my friends in Chinatown that day and I had some work to clear before my flight to KL on the following Monday. I got into office at 8.30 sharp with my breakfast and spent the next few hours clearing my work.
The office was empty, and since I was the only person in it, I only switched on the lights at my corner of the office.
11.30pm
As I drifted closer to noon, I got a little restless and I was tempted by the locked door to Selene’s room.
I felt that nagging feeling of curiosity and the sick arousal of my voyeuristic mind. It’s not as if that was the first time but I could not explain why.
Despite venturing into Selene’s room multiple times, I still found it exciting and arousing.
At 11.45pm, After walking around a little aimlessly in the office, I unlocked Selene’s office and entered her private space.
I did the usual exploring, opening of cupboards, smelling of her heels, rubbing her spare pair of flats on my groin.
There was her cardigan too and I inhaled her scent like a nicotine starved smoker, craving for body.
I noticed her cups on the table that was left unwashed and I licked the rims of it, imagining an indirect kiss.
There were some new moisturizer that she got back from her trip and I lather up a generously portion, applying it all over my privates.
I felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate but I calmed myself down and left Selene’s office.
I locked and made sure everything was left in order before I went to the bathroom.
I was about to leave when I heard a loud knocking on the bathroom door which made me jump.
It was Selene .
Selene : Hey… who’s there. ?
James : It’s me.
Selene : Eh ? Why are you back in office ?
I would have wanted to ask the same question but I told her I was clearing up some work.
Selene : Ok.
I quickly wiped off the moisturizer around my privates as fast as I could with the rough toilet paper before making sure i washed my hands with the strong smelling soap used in the toilet.
The last thing I wanted would be for Selene to smell her moisturizer on me.
When I made my way back to my seat, I had another surprise.
There he was, sitting at the pantry with a cup of coffee in hand.
Our eyes met and he gave me a nod and I returned a smile.
My adversary
I got back to my seat and wrapped up what I had left before sending some documents to the printer.
I saw Selene in the room, seemingly seemed to be arranging some stuff.
It did not look like she needed to be in the office that day.
She came out 5 minutes later and made the introduction.
Selene : James, Meet Aaron.
Selene : Aaron, James… Cheryl’s brother.
When she made the introduction I made my own deduction.
If he knew Cheryl well enough for Selene to mention that I am her brother, it could mean that they probably have met.
We shook hands and despite the façade of a smile, I could feel excitement coursing through my body.
It was his eyes, his knowing eyes.
I felt as if he could sense the interest I had in Selene, we both could sense the competition. A competition that in a way he had already won.
Have you ever shook hands or look in the eyes of another man who is with the woman you loved ?
Have you ever felt that gaze that lingered perhaps that second longer, that look , that smirk, those eyes?
If you had, you would know exactly what I was trying to say.
As our hands part, i could feel the race starting all over again.
Aaron already 2 steps from the finishing line where I was just tying my shoelaces at the start point.
Then again, I never intended to run the race, I just want to cheat in it.
The 64 page document took a while since I sent 4 copies to the printer, I could tell Aaron and Selene was waiting for me to leave the office.
The atmosphere was a little weird as Selene seemingly tried to find things to keep herself occupied.
It was not hard to tell they were just waiting to have sex once I was gone.
I packed up my stuff, collected my documents and left the office at 12.10pm
I immediately called my friends to tell them I was held up and I would be joining them for tea after lunch instead.
I immediately canvassed the surrounding areas for the car.
The car which I saw before and I found it parked one street away.
I spent one hour waiting round the bent, leaning against the old columns of a five foot way.
1.15pm
I saw the 2 of them approach the car.
Their clothes were the same but it was not hard to tell they just showered.
Aaron’s hair was dancing wildly in the wind while Selene’s shirt had patches and droplets of water on them. She was holding on to the tips of her hair as she made her way into the car.
I waited for them to drive off before making my way back into the office.
1.25pm
What greeted me the moment I entered the office was the smell.
The smell of fresh soap, shampoo.
I went to the bathroom and only the female one was wet. I guessed any idoit would have gotten the answer by then.
I wandered around the office, trying to find where they did the dirty deed but I could not find any incriminating evidence.
I decided to enter Selene’s office again and there was nothing of note in there as well.
I locked up and left shortly after.
14th Jan 2012
Saturday
10am
I reached the coffee shop opposite the office at 10am and it was a one hour wait before I saw Selene and Aaron head up to the office.
They left around 12.30pm after my 2nd plate of bee hoon and 4th cup of coffee.
21st Jan 2012
Saturday
11 am
I was a little late that day because I woke up late.
I only just settled into my seat with my food when I saw the 2 of them head up before leaving barely 15 minutes later .
That left me a little puzzled and I went up after my breakfast.
Abdul was in office with a few of his team members.
By the middle of Feburary, I was pretty sure Selene and Aaron would head over to the office for a quickie on the weekend afternoon if they were sure no one was in.
One question I had on my mind would be what happens if someone walks in on them ?
11th Feburary 2012
Tuesday
Selene had secured a new client who was based in Penang and that was the first time I joined her on the trip.
From the looks of it, it seemed she would be handling the client personally but needed me to help out.
We stayed a night but in separate rooms and other than a quick dinner which ended with a call from Aaron, she spent the journey back to the hotel on the phone with him.
For the rest of feburary, the Penang trip was a little spontaneous , there was hardly any advance notification, if required, as long as it fit both our schedule, we would go over.
We stayed at the same hotel, along Jalan Macalister, Georgetown.
We usually eat at the same place and we hardly venture anywhere.
Selene usually retreats to her room after dinner and I won’t see her again until the next morning when we head to the airport.
We made a total of 3 trips to Penang in Feburary.
1st March 2012
Thursday
11am
I was busy arranging my schedule for that month when Selene called, asking me for the dates which I could go Penang with her.
I told her I’m still arranging and suggested she give me the dates she was available instead.
Selene : 8, 15 , 22,23 , 27
James : Ok, I’ll get back to you in a while.
30 minutes later I gave her
8, 20, 23, 30
12pm
Selene sent me a mail to say we’ll be going over on the 8th to ink some contract.
I replied, reminding her that we needed to firm up some stuff in Bintan on the 7th and she replied that she was aware.
I was over the moon, literally.
It was like a game of Mahjong.
You started with different tiles, different combination.
As you go along, the tiles you wanted started to come along, adding to your winning hand.
3rd March 2012
Saturday
10am
I was back in the office, preparing the documents and the files needed for the trip next week. There was quite a bit of things to be done and even though I was trying to hurry myself along, I was still in the office when Selene and Aaron came in at 11.30am
There were dwgs to be printed and documents to be filed. I already had them laid out and was about to start binding them when Selene came over and saw what I was doing and started helping me.
Selene : Why are you doing these now ?
James : Hello…. I’m going KL on Mon, will only be back Tuesday afternoon. Where got time to do all these, we’re travelling again on the 7-8th
She nodded and helped me get everything in order.
As I packed the documents on my table, I could feel everything coming together.
You know the butterflies in your stomach you got when you’re about to do something discreet and exciting.
Much like the feeling when you stalk a particular girl you saw getting off the bus, secretly taking pictures and shots of her back view.
The feeling of following an unsuspecting girl who was so engrossed on her phone to notice you.
Your heart would beat everytime you take a secret snipe.
Slowly but surely you are closing in your steps yet she had no idea.
I was feeling exactly that same way that Saturday.
I could feel I was about to get my winning tile.
That tile that would determine the winner of the game.
The Bintan trip, the Penang trip, the journey in between and Selene, these are my opposing players.
The opportunities they present were the tiles I drew
The journey itself the game I played.
The prize I want is Selene.
As I left office , I could see the imaginary tiles the same way I saw the imaginary chess pieces in the game I played with Cidney.
Everything was set.
My tiles were ready.
I was ready to conclude.
There was a Chinese saying, 万事具备，只欠东风
I just needed the East Wind from Selene.
And the East Wind would come on the 7th March 2012
3rd Jan 2012
Selene brought back a lot of chocolates, snacks and souvenirs from her december trip for the office.
The working mood for the new year hasn’t quite set in yet and the office seemed to be taking a rather relaxed pace.
Selene seemed to have put on a little weight or perhaps it was just me not seeing her for more than 2 weeks.
The date I had arranged with the driver in bintan was on the 7th March.
Why 7th march ?
The lunar new year was early in 2012, arriving on the 23rd of Jan, which meant we would only be meeting the client once in Jan.
Feb would be peppered with make up meetings which might not happen on Wednesday and since I was travelling to KL frequently, there was a possibility I might miss some of those.
I would rather choose to settle on a date which had the least change to our routine as possible.
I did not see the need to rush things since I had already waited so long.
Perhaps I could also pick up a couple of other routes to get to Selene in the meantime.
7th Jan 2012
Saturday
8.30 am
I had lunch plans with my friends in Chinatown that day and I had some work to clear before my flight to KL on the following Monday. I got into office at 8.30 sharp with my breakfast and spent the next few hours clearing my work.
The office was empty, and since I was the only person in it, I only switched on the lights at my corner of the office.
11.30pm
As I drifted closer to noon, I got a little restless and I was tempted by the locked door to Selene’s room.
I felt that nagging feeling of curiosity and the sick arousal of my voyeuristic mind. It’s not as if that was the first time but I could not explain why.
Despite venturing into Selene’s room multiple times, I still found it exciting and arousing.
At 11.45pm, After walking around a little aimlessly in the office, I unlocked Selene’s office and entered her private space.
I did the usual exploring, opening of cupboards, smelling of her heels, rubbing her spare pair of flats on my groin.
There was her cardigan too and I inhaled her scent like a nicotine starved smoker, craving for body.
I noticed her cups on the table that was left unwashed and I licked the rims of it, imagining an indirect kiss.
There were some new moisturizer that she got back from her trip and I lather up a generously portion, applying it all over my privates.
I felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate but I calmed myself down and left Selene’s office.
I locked and made sure everything was left in order before I went to the bathroom.
I was about to leave when I heard a loud knocking on the bathroom door which made me jump.
It was Selene .
Selene : Hey… who’s there. ?
James : It’s me.
Selene : Eh ? Why are you back in office ?
I would have wanted to ask the same question but I told her I was clearing up some work.
Selene : Ok.
I quickly wiped off the moisturizer around my privates as fast as I could with the rough toilet paper before making sure i washed my hands with the strong smelling soap used in the toilet.
The last thing I wanted would be for Selene to smell her moisturizer on me.
When I made my way back to my seat, I had another surprise.
There he was, sitting at the pantry with a cup of coffee in hand.
Our eyes met and he gave me a nod and I returned a smile.
My adversary
I got back to my seat and wrapped up what I had left before sending some documents to the printer.
I saw Selene in the room, seemingly seemed to be arranging some stuff.
It did not look like she needed to be in the office that day.
She came out 5 minutes later and made the introduction.
Selene : James, Meet Aaron.
Selene : Aaron, James… Cheryl’s brother.
When she made the introduction I made my own deduction.
If he knew Cheryl well enough for Selene to mention that I am her brother, it could mean that they probably have met.
We shook hands and despite the façade of a smile, I could feel excitement coursing through my body.
It was his eyes, his knowing eyes.
I felt as if he could sense the interest I had in Selene, we both could sense the competition. A competition that in a way he had already won.
Have you ever shook hands or look in the eyes of another man who is with the woman you loved ?
Have you ever felt that gaze that lingered perhaps that second longer, that look , that smirk, those eyes?
If you had, you would know exactly what I was trying to say.
As our hands part, i could feel the race starting all over again.
Aaron already 2 steps from the finishing line where I was just tying my shoelaces at the start point.
Then again, I never intended to run the race, I just want to cheat in it.
The 64 page document took a while since I sent 4 copies to the printer, I could tell Aaron and Selene was waiting for me to leave the office.
The atmosphere was a little weird as Selene seemingly tried to find things to keep herself occupied.
It was not hard to tell they were just waiting to have sex once I was gone.
I packed up my stuff, collected my documents and left the office at 12.10pm
I immediately called my friends to tell them I was held up and I would be joining them for tea after lunch instead.
I immediately canvassed the surrounding areas for the car.
The car which I saw before and I found it parked one street away.
I spent one hour waiting round the bent, leaning against the old columns of a five foot way.
1.15pm
I saw the 2 of them approach the car.
Their clothes were the same but it was not hard to tell they just showered.
Aaron’s hair was dancing wildly in the wind while Selene’s shirt had patches and droplets of water on them. She was holding on to the tips of her hair as she made her way into the car.
I waited for them to drive off before making my way back into the office.
1.25pm
What greeted me the moment I entered the office was the smell.
The smell of fresh soap, shampoo.
I went to the bathroom and only the female one was wet. I guessed any idoit would have gotten the answer by then.
I wandered around the office, trying to find where they did the dirty deed but I could not find any incriminating evidence.
I decided to enter Selene’s office again and there was nothing of note in there as well.
I locked up and left shortly after.
14th Jan 2012
Saturday
10am
I reached the coffee shop opposite the office at 10am and it was a one hour wait before I saw Selene and Aaron head up to the office.
They left around 12.30pm after my 2nd plate of bee hoon and 4th cup of coffee.
21st Jan 2012
Saturday
11 am
I was a little late that day because I woke up late.
I only just settled into my seat with my food when I saw the 2 of them head up before leaving barely 15 minutes later .
That left me a little puzzled and I went up after my breakfast.
Abdul was in office with a few of his team members.
By the middle of Feburary, I was pretty sure Selene and Aaron would head over to the office for a quickie on the weekend afternoon if they were sure no one was in.
One question I had on my mind would be what happens if someone walks in on them ?
11th Feburary 2012
Tuesday
Selene had secured a new client who was based in Penang and that was the first time I joined her on the trip.
From the looks of it, it seemed she would be handling the client personally but needed me to help out.
We stayed a night but in separate rooms and other than a quick dinner which ended with a call from Aaron, she spent the journey back to the hotel on the phone with him.
For the rest of feburary, the Penang trip was a little spontaneous , there was hardly any advance notification, if required, as long as it fit both our schedule, we would go over.
We stayed at the same hotel, along Jalan Macalister, Georgetown.
We usually eat at the same place and we hardly venture anywhere.
Selene usually retreats to her room after dinner and I won’t see her again until the next morning when we head to the airport.
We made a total of 3 trips to Penang in Feburary.
1st March 2012
Thursday
11am
I was busy arranging my schedule for that month when Selene called, asking me for the dates which I could go Penang with her.
I told her I’m still arranging and suggested she give me the dates she was available instead.
Selene : 8, 15 , 22,23 , 27
James : Ok, I’ll get back to you in a while.
30 minutes later I gave her
8, 20, 23, 30
12pm
Selene sent me a mail to say we’ll be going over on the 8th to ink some contract.
I replied, reminding her that we needed to firm up some stuff in Bintan on the 7th and she replied that she was aware.
I was over the moon, literally.
It was like a game of Mahjong.
You started with different tiles, different combination.
As you go along, the tiles you wanted started to come along, adding to your winning hand.
3rd March 2012
Saturday
10am
I was back in the office, preparing the documents and the files needed for the trip next week. There was quite a bit of things to be done and even though I was trying to hurry myself along, I was still in the office when Selene and Aaron came in at 11.30am
There were dwgs to be printed and documents to be filed. I already had them laid out and was about to start binding them when Selene came over and saw what I was doing and started helping me.
Selene : Why are you doing these now ?
James : Hello…. I’m going KL on Mon, will only be back Tuesday afternoon. Where got time to do all these, we’re travelling again on the 7-8th
She nodded and helped me get everything in order.
As I packed the documents on my table, I could feel everything coming together.
You know the butterflies in your stomach you got when you’re about to do something discreet and exciting.
Much like the feeling when you stalk a particular girl you saw getting off the bus, secretly taking pictures and shots of her back view.
The feeling of following an unsuspecting girl who was so engrossed on her phone to notice you.
Your heart would beat everytime you take a secret snipe.
Slowly but surely you are closing in your steps yet she had no idea.
I was feeling exactly that same way that Saturday.
I could feel I was about to get my winning tile.
That tile that would determine the winner of the game.
The Bintan trip, the Penang trip, the journey in between and Selene, these are my opposing players.
The opportunities they present were the tiles I drew
The journey itself the game I played.
The prize I want is Selene.
As I left office , I could see the imaginary tiles the same way I saw the imaginary chess pieces in the game I played with Cidney.
Everything was set.
My tiles were ready.
I was ready to conclude.
There was a Chinese saying, 万事具备，只欠东风
I just needed the East Wind from Selene.
And the East Wind would come on the 7th March 2012
5th March 2012
I made a change to my flight and got back into SG on a late evening flight from KL, even though it was a tiring day, I still felt energetic enough to office at 11pm
It was empty of course but I still manage to get some work done.
I had a few mails that needed to be sent out but I set it for a delayed delivery for 8.30am the next day.
I don’t like receiving emails at night, and I make sure I don’t send any out.
If it was so fucking urgent it could not wait, I could rather give the person a call to make sure the information as conveyed before dropping him/her a mail with the relevant attachments.
Don’t be a slave to your mail.
I left the office at 1am and went back for a good sleep.
6th March 2012
I got into work a little late at 9.15am but no one batted an eyelid.
As the day drew to a close , I could feel butterflies in my stomach. As the 7th of March drew closer, I could feel the increase in my heart rate.
I could almost picture my plan coming together.
It isn’t exactly rocket science.
Just a simple vehicle breakdown, and an opportunity to spend the night with Selene in Bintan in a resort and to spend some time together.
Of course in my mind I was just thinking about fucking her there and then in the resort but as much as I would like a Jap AV scenario to happen, I knew it wasn’t going to.
There were possibilities that could happen, and I would do what I have to in order to steer Selene in those directions I wanted.
I could not sleep on the 6th of March.
Tossing and turning in bed left me with a sore neck .
7th March 2012
Wednesday
7.45am
I was one of the first few in office that morning and I could not wait to see Selene.
What would she be wearing ?
What kind of luggage would she bring ?
Would she be wearing some nice lingerie ?
It was going to be a back to back trip if everything went as planned but since Selene would not be aware of the need to stay over in Bintan, she would not be prepared.
She would probably have to wear the same clothes to Penang and back if we were to catch the noon flight to Penang the next day.
When Selene did not show up in office at 10.30am, I had this feeling in my heart that something was wrong.
I gave her a call and asked If she was ok in case she fell sick.
Selene : I’m ok, just a little unwell, I’ll meet you straight at the terminal.
James : Ok, see you later.
Selene looked fine when I met up with her at the ferry terminal for our ferry over to the island. I brushed it off as a lazy morning she would prefer to spend in bed.
Selene was decked out in a white long sleeve blouse that was pretty translucent when the strong afternoon sun hit her. She had a nice oriental tubetop underneath adorned with light gold threads depicting mythical creatures.
She wore a pair of cropped grey ¾ pants that day with matching grey heels. Her hair was tied up in a high pony tail, looking every bit the busy executive you see along shenton way.
She had her usual tote bag with her along with her laptop bag and I deliberately queued behind her to check in, slowly feasting my eyes on her dressing and her body.
You know the feeling when you queued behind a pretty lady, I’ve spoken to a few people about this and quite a few had the same school of thought as I did.
You want to look, yet you are conscious, conscious of other people around you, you want to stare at her bottoms, visually touching them, engraving them into your mind yet barely 1 second later you would turn away.
First to check if others caught you staring, then to pretend you’re actually looking elsewhere when in actualy fact you want to plaster your face onto that sweet firm bottom.
I laid my eyes for a good 3 seconds on Selene’s backside.
When I looked up, I saw the customs officer looking at me, I was embarrassed of course but I gave him a smile and he returned one with a touch of his cap.
The grey pants were like a 2nd skin on Selene, when she moved to put her leg forward, I saw the fabric move correspondingly, sticking close to the skin it was covering. As Selene moved on ahead to the immigration counter, I stood a few metres away, looking at her side profile, tracing her legs down to her knees, letting my eyes drift lower to her ankles before resting on her heels.
Selene turned and caught me staring and shot me a look with her eyes reduced to a small slit and I looked away after I rolled my eyes at her.
When we settled down onto the waiting area, Selene spoke.
Selene : Stop looking at me James.
James : I only look at pretty girls, and you’re the only one around
She laughed and slapped me on my arm before crossing her legs. We both fiddled with our phones before we boarded.
As the bumpy ride started up, Selene said she’s taking a quick nap.
She was usually up and about during the ferry and that was the first time she was taking a nap.
I did not think much of it and read my book.
I had a few erections on the ferry ride, everytime I turned and look at Selene’s face, her legs, her top, I felt some stirrings down below. Blood flowing freely into my manhood.
I forced myself to stop and checked on the distance we’ve covered.
We were probably about 10 minutes away.
The next erection I had was when I saw the driver waiting for us at the terminal.
We exchanged smiles and he gave me a slight nod, as if telling me he knew that was the big day.
I noticed he was driving a different car, an older one. Manual transmission.
I bundled into the back with Selene and we made our way to the meeting.
3.30pm
We had a short coffee break when the client stepped out for a long phone call and Selene was adding that we would need to go and take some pictures of the progress after we were done with the meeting.
Selene : Can you go to this 3, I’ll go this 2.
She gestured on the drawings as she uncrossed her legs and pulled herself closed to the table.
James : Why you get to go to the nearer ones ? This last 1 by the forest a lot of mosquitoes one leh.
She gave me a look but said nothing and I just shut up.
30 seconds later she added that she get to go to the closer one because she’s the boss.
Selene : Then again you know me, I don’t like to throw my weight around right ? haha. So if you would exchange shoes with me, I’ll take the further one no problem. You can wear my heels to the 2 close ones.
James : Ok deal.
The only deal I had was a gentle stomp on my shoe by Selene’s left heel right before the client came back in.
5.45pm
We concluded the meeting and we were on schedule. I split up with Selene to take the progress pictures.
I took my time and I spent a little longer than it was necessary, by the time I got back to the main entrance, it was already 6.30pm
We were still on time. Last ferry leaves Bintan at 8.15pm
We got up into the car and the driver excused himself to the bathroom.
I saw Selene stealing a look at the time before closing her eyes to rest in the car.
6.40pm
The skies were already pretty dark by then and even with the high beams on, our visibility was limited and I noticed the driver going a little slower than usual.
It was perhaps pure luck that Selene’s eyes were closed but then again it didn’t matter much since I figured she probably would not remember the route to the terminal anyway.
The driver took a detour, a bigger loop actually in order to get to the spot where I needed the car to break down.
6.50pm
I saw him slow the car down and put the gear into neutral. As we drifted to a stop, he let go of the clutch and the car shook and shuddered.
He put on the brakes and got out of the car.
He had the bonnet opened and was shining around with the light from his mobile phone.
Selene : Is everything ok ?
James : I don’t know, let me go take a look.
I spent the next 10 minutes outside the car, talking to the driver about trivial matters.
7pm
I told the driver to pretend to make a phone call but claimed that it had no reception. He was to do it by the side of the passenger seats so Selene could see.
He was a pretty good actor, he placed the phone on his ears before holding it high up, waving it around and placing it by his ears again.
After a couple of minutes, I went over and offered him my phone, I keyed in the number I was ‘supposed ‘to call and pretty soon, we were both walking around the car pretending to get a signal.
7.05pm
I asked Selene if her phone had any signaled and she checked her mobile.
Selene : Yup it’s pretty full.
She unlocked it and passed it to me.
The moment I got her phone I exclaimed that I got my phone connected but I slowly drifted further away from the car.
What I wanted was to wait for Selene’s phone to autolock so I could ask her for her password.
I got further away before I managed a couple of hellos.
When I saw the light display on Selene’s phone go off, I knew it was time.
I gave up on my phone and started on Selene’s
I took a few slow steps towards the car, at the same time speaking out.
James : It’s locked Selene.
I made a show of passing her back the phone from about 4-5 metres away and as I closed in nearer, Selene spoke.
Selene : 2212.
I guessed in times of emergency, people don’t really think of their personal security.
I keyed it in and tapped in the same number.
I held both phones to my ears, walking around the car like a idoit.
7.30pm
I kept both phones in my pocket and I suggested that we try to push the car but the driver was explaining to us that he can walk to the nearest resort and borrow the phone.
He pointed us in the direction that he would be going, adding that it’s going to be a 10-15 minute walk up the hill.
I suggested to Selene that since it was pretty late, why not we walk to the nearest resort and call for a cab.
Now the nearest resort was Banyan tree. The hilly tarmac was a torture to walk on in heels and the moment Selene got out of the car was to change into her flip flops.
The 10-15 minute was turned out to be a 30 minute uphill trek with our bags and laptop in tow.
When we arrived at Banyan tree, it was already 8pm
We were both perspiring and even though I volunteered to hold Selene’s laptop, leaving her with only her tote bag, she was still perspiring pretty heavily.
There were some fringe matted onto her forehead, I could see droplets of sweat soaking through her top and I had a raging erection thinking of her sweat stained work clothes.
The driver disappeared to make a phone call while we waited at the steps of Banyan tree that led to it’s reception.
Selene said she was too tired to climb the stairs.
8.05pm
The driver came down and said that the car would be here in 15 minutes but he also called the ferry terminal.
They already closed the gate.
I gave an exhale of breath and sat down on the steps as I observed Selene’s reaction.
She too exhaled a deep breath before saying that it’s ok.
Selene : Let’s just spend the night here, we’ll take the first morning ferry back.
She asked the driver if he could pick us up from Banyan tree first thing in the morning and he said ok.
I felt a little bad when it dawned on me he had to make the walk back to the car and I made it a point to compensate him properly.
As he left us, Selene and I stared at that long flight of steps leading up to Banyan tree.
A staff came down and helped us with our bags and brought us to the reception where we were served a cold refreshing tea.
I had researched the rates for Banyan tree and I knew if you walk in and took the rack rates, you are literally a carrot head.
A manager came along and said they have suites available and presented me with a choice of rooms.
I took a look at the rates and I asked for a moment alone to discuss with Selene .
Selene : How come she gives you the list and not me ?
James : Usually they let the guys make the decision.
I passed the list to Selene and although she had no alarming reaction, I could tell she was considering the sum she was about to put on the company account.
I let her ponder the figure for a good 20 seconds before I added.
James : Look Selene, I don’t mind taking the floor… I’ve been here before and there’s a day bed by the window as well….
She gave me a look which lasted a couple of seconds too long before she gave a sigh and agreed to take the cheapest room.
It was an understatement since the cheapest room was a seafront suite with our own private Jacuzzi.
8.40pm
A buggy was dispatched and we were on our way to our suite.
We did not speak much during the journey and I really wondered what Selene had on her mind at that moment.
One thing I was sure though, there was no way she would know what I had in my mind.