Max chiseled the stone, slowly bringing back the image of her. She looked so beautiful and he knew that it would be simply a dream just to talk to her. He had been observing her for a while, yet he did not even have the courage to approach her for her name.
Yes, I’m a sculptor and a rather creative one on this. But its not really a profitable business yet I’m really passionate about what I do. I have a super harddisk in my brain where I can remember every single detail of what I see.
And she caught my attention the first time I saw her.
And I can’t get her out of my mind. Her hazel colored wavy hair, her naturally curled eyelashes and that watery large brown eyes. That thin lips. And her pointed face frame. She was like the ‘Girl with the pearl earring’ portrait to me.
She wasn’t particularly tall, about 1.6m. Slim and curvaceous in the right proportions. A ‘B’ I presume. But what’s stunning is her natural look, without any makeup, she looks so radiant and cheerful.
But I have never approached a girl before. Nor had any girl who would want to talk to me.
I looked into the mirror and sighed.
Perhaps its just not meant to be.
Because I would never ever be a Prince charming. Never.
As I brushed the thoughts aside, I continued chiseling on my sculpture. For that was my greatest joy.
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My name is Max, 32, the only son to my family. My dad was a sculptor and I inherited his skill since I was young. But tragedy hit when he passed away 5 years ago, leaving me a fortune but I was lonely. Mum had passed away since I was ten.
Business was not doing well and the orders was declining. One by one my dad’s staffs left. And what’s left of the shop was a warehouse.
I took a break and looked at the sketch that I drew and was only half way to completion. On my table were multiple sketches. And yes. All of them is all hers.
The timid me could only try to snap pictures of her far away.
Friends around me would only like to spend their money on pubs, ktvs and girls. Because I only have this bunch of friends I can only hang out with them.
It was until this day they took me with them to a pub where I almost lost myself.
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Ben, me and Ryan are best of friends. We hang out together most of the time. They were like brothers to me. Though sometimes I do wonder do they have a motive to hang out with me. With me around they would always stand out.
On this day, they brought me to a new hangout. A KTV they had not gone too.
Ben: Come on! Let check out this place!
Ryan: Let’s go!
I paused and stood rooted to the ground. Staring at the neon lights.
Ben: Hey Max! What are you waiting for? HEY!
Ryan gave me a knock on my head and gestured me to go.
It was a first time for me. And truly an eye opener.
The interior was quite dim with red and purplish lights with huge leather sofas. We were guided to a room where Ben ordered a bottle of liquor.
Me: Erm. I don’t think we can finish the bottle.
Ryan hit on on the head again: Who says we are finishing it today?
I scratched my head as they giggled.
Ben: I’m wondering if you are living in Mars.
A group of beauties came in and they were flirting around the two handsome man beside me.
Ben and Ryan was laughing and teasing the girls while I could only browse the song lists.
Ryan: Go and say hello to my friend Max, pretties.
They turned around, looked at me and they giggled.
The ladies were asking Ben and Ryan what they worked as.
Ben: I’m a sales manager.
They screamed with excitement.
Ryan: I’m an account director.
They screamed again. And it seems that the attention was more on Ryan.
They asked what Max was working as.
I replied softly: Sculptor.
They shunned like I was a piece of dung, paying no attention to me and they crowded themselves around Ben and Ryan, letting them touch their assets.
I could catch a glimpse of their undergarments. It seemed deliberate and they were overjoyed. Ben was wasting no time caressing their assets. Ryan too was invited to go on a drinking contest. After a while they were playing finger guessing games and the loser would take off their clothes.
Then Ben was thinking of a real funny game. He asked Ryan over and they were up to something.
Ben: Ryan, let’s help Max ‘shoot’ shall we?
Ryan’s eyes shown with excitement as he nodded.
He asked the ladies to crowd around.
Ryan: Pretties, I will tip those who is the first to successfully make my friend here ejaculate.
This surprised the ladies as they paused.
Ryan: He’s still a virgin.
The ladies turned their heads and stared at me with their red hungry eyes, ready to pounce on me anytime. I was intimidated by their stares. They came with different styles. One stood on her fours, like a wild fox, where you could see ample cleavage as she slowly came over, the others treated the room like a fashion walkway. One stared at me with her tongue lashing out.
I could feel myself getting real aroused yet scared. I retreated a little. And a little. The hissing sounds of the ladies came nearer and nearer as Ben and Ryan looked in excitement.
Ryan / Ben: No more virgin! No more virgin!
The ladies laughed as they ran towards my direction.
It felt weird. More scary I would think. I closed my eyes and the first image then came to my mind was her.
I did not know what came to me as I shouted: Help me! Go away!
The ladies froze then broke out in laughter. They were holding their stomaches as they laughed it off.
I never felt so embarrassed. I saw the door and ran towards it.
The moment I opened the door and dashed out, I bumped into someone really hard. She lost her balance and fell too.
A loud thud was heard and immediately the ladies came out to see what was happening.
I was sitting on the floor and the lady I hit was patting her knees.
Lady: Watch where you are going idiot!
I apologised as I stood up.
A loud ‘zekk’ was heard beside me as I looked at her.
She walked pass me. I could smell the sweet perfume she was wearing and her hair smelled good too. I tried to take a deep sniff of her hair but my actions were far too obvious and out came a slap to my face which shattered whatever I was thinking.
But that slap felt good in a way.
I could not take my eyes off her.
She was the one.
I didn’t know what I was reacting, I replied: Thank you.
Lady: Nutcase.
I saw her walk past me. And that was already heaven.
Before I knew it, a cold splash of liquor came onto my face, followed by a strong punch.
Man: Watch your eyes you bloody country bumpkin. She’s mine.
And came another kick which sent me flying back as I lost my balance.
Ben came out to see the commotion and quickly helped me up and pulled me back to the room.
One of the lady in the room came over to me.
Lady: Don’t you even think about it. She is too good for you. She’s the maiden here. One from the heavens. Not for any toads like you. And she belongs to a man you would never want to offend. No one dares to even steal a glance at Dawn knowing his background. Stay clear of Dawn. And if you treasure your life, stay clear.
I wiped off the blood from the side of my lips and smiled.
Now to me. It was worth it.
Now I know her name and where she works.
Dawn.
Beautiful name for her. Truly.
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Ahhh….the sculptor and his forbidden lady… an exotic combo
Will he one day sculpt the image of his lady? Kekeke
The ladies were nice as they came to me, using tissues to clean my face, asking if I was alright.
My buddies did not really pay attention to me as they were busy keeping their hands full on the other ladies who were with them.
One of the ladies who was treating me mentioned: Don’t go close to Dawn. She’s dangerous.
I looked at her, and looked deep in her eyes. It seemed that she was not lying. Her affectionate eyes, and her frown was sincere.
Me: What’s your name?
She replied: Snow.
I did not know how to react but probably it might be her nick.
I replied: Mine’s Max.
She smiled.
Snow wasn’t the aggressive type and she had the look of the girl-next-door. Petite and thin, and her voice was soft.
The other ladies turned their attention to my buddies as they crowded around them, leaving only me and Snow in the corner.
Me: Wow. My buddies are magnets.
The ladies screamed when they were tipped as they buried my buddies’s heads onto their breasts. And they would play along, pulling down their top to get a glimpse of their shape and colour, taking the chance to coat it with their tongue.
The ladies would always give a soft slap on their shoulders with a seductive voice: You are naughty…
I was lost in staring at my buddies and their seductive voices that I forgot about Snow who was sitting beside me. She was looking down and her hands were on her lap, looking distracted and there seemed to be something bothering her.
I turned my head.
Max: Snow you alright?
Suddenly Snow embraced me tightly and I could feel the softness of her small breasts on my right arm. And then she starting crying softly.
I gasped.
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I was totally caught off by Snow’s reaction. Did I do something wrong? My shoulder soon became wet with her tears.
Me: Erm. Are you alright?
There was no sound from her, she just continued her embrace.
Ben and Ryan were having so much fun when they stood up. And each of them had three girls each.
Ben: Come! Let’s go to the hotel!
Ryan: Let’s go!
The girls were so excited as they kissed them.
Ben: Max, how about you?
I just stared at them blindly with Snow on my shoulders.
Ryan: Not bad, you picked up one. I was starting to worry you are not straight. Ben, don’t worry about him. Let’s go.
Ben: Laters Max!
I stood alone in the corner with Snow. And soon half an hour passed.
My phone was now flooded with Ben and Ryan’s whatapp images of the fun they are having.
*What a lucky guy I thought.*
It was when Snow lifted her head.
Snow: Can you book me tonight, please?
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Steven gave Dawn a hard slap as she fall on the floor.
Steven: Slut! Did you hit him purposely? You are trying to tell me that I’m not good enough for you right?
Dawn: No.. Steven… it was really accidental… he just dashed out suddenly…
Steven: Enough!
He said as he slammed the liquor bottle on the table. He splashed the cup of liquor on her face. And pulled her near his face.
Steven: You bloody slut. Let me REMIND you again. You are not entitled to answer back. You understand you cheap slut.
He pushed her aside then asked the mamasan to send new girls in.
He spat on her face.
Steven: Get out. Piece of shit. You bloody hell spoilt my mood. GET OUT!
He said as he threw a stack of notes on her face.
Steven: Pick it up! Pick it up like a dog! Hahaha hahahhaha!
Dawn bit her lips as she wiped his spit off and picked it up.
Steven walked to her and kicked her hard on her stomach.
Steven: Cheap. You are really cheap! Now take the money and go!
Steven was the only child of a rich businessman. Spoilt and rotten to the core, he was one who loved to flaunt his assets and wealth, spends without thinking, loves to flirt and reserves girls, keeping them as his pets. He was often told off by his dad, but he refuses to listen but being the only child has its perks.
Dawn’s face was bruised a little as she covered it with her hands.
Mamasan: Are you being hit again? Dawn… please.. you know that…you can…
Dawn stopped her from continuing.
Dawn: I can do it… just a little more…
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I stared at Snow.
Me: How do I do that?
Snow: Bring me out, please.
Me: Ok. But to where?
Snow: Wherever you want.
Me: Wherever?
Snow: Yes wherever?
Me: But what do we do after?
Snow (in an irritated voice): Whatever you want. Can you stop asking questions and go?
Me (in a daze): Alright then. So we go out like this? Need to tell anyone?
Snow: ArgghhhH! Just go!
Her attitude made me jump. She grabbed my hands and showed me out of the ktv.
It was a quiet night out there.
Snow: Where’s your car?
Me: At home.
Her attitude suddenly changed.
Snow: God. Who did I hook up with? A dimwit?
Me: What did you say?
Snow: Nothing.
Me: Why were you crying?
Snow: …
Me: Did anything happen?
Snow: …
Me: Erm..
Snow: Just shut up! Sharks! I’m going back! You are… you are… you are so bloody BORING! Give me your wallet!
Me: For?
Snow went red with annoyance as she turned and ran back.
I stood there, not knowing what I had done wrong.
Puzzled. I went to hail a cab.
But in a distance I thought I saw Dawn sitting at a corner with another lady. Curious, I went to see what was happening.
She was weeping. My eyes captured her expressions, but I knew approaching her would be a big mistake.
I hailed the cab and headed home.
Strangely enough, I took the carving tools and continued my works till dawn broke, eager to finish it and start on a new one in the backyard.
But deep in me, I was yearning to know more about her. But how? Perhaps the cliche answer would be: YOU NEED A PLAN.
I need a plan. But how?
I scratched my head. Tried to think. And think.
But nothing came to mind.
I brushed off the thought and went back to chiseling.
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Just a little bit more.
I thought to myself as I added the finishing touch to the sculpture. A life sized one. A bit more on the right, pare a little on the left. I stood there looking at my finished piece, satisfied with what I have done.
Now I cleaned up the place. Swept and washed. And washing the sculpture before covering it.
Went for a bath and dozed off soon after.
But soon I woke up, eager to start on the next piece.
As I checked on my plants, I sat down and sketched out the next piece.
Ryan called: Hey, shall we go to the ktv again? I bet you had a good time yesterday.
Me: When?
Ryan: Perhaps end week. You keen?
Me: Sure.
Ryan: Wow. Someone lost his virginity eh? And eager for more action?
Me: Nothing happened yesterday. Snow stormed off just outside the ktv.
Ryan: Say what? What happened?
Me: Not sure too.
Ryan: Uhhh.. ok we talk another time. Going meeting.
Me: K.
As I put down the phone, thoughts of Dawn came to mind.
I knew I really needed a plan.
I wanted to see Dawn.
I wanted to talk to her.
I’m in love with her.
With a dose of determination, I headed out.
To the library. Hoping to find books or novels. On relationships.
Yes, I was such a blockhead.
But I was sure I will be able to find something like a theory. Something like a plan. I smiled to myself as I combed my hair and headed out.
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Going to the library had it’s perks.
From the CSI angle to romantic and tactical approaches were there to be discovered.
Penned down all the ideas. And stretched.
A good 4 hours there.
Now I was all prepared to draft out my plan.
I shall officially call this: Plan to know Dawn.
Set on my table, turned on the lamp, took out a chunk of papers and pens.
Started to work on each step, taking the photocopies of the essential sections from the novels and guidebooks.
Now.
Step 1: Know someone through someone. And who might be the best person.
Snow? Mamasan?
Mamasan.
Yes.
Mamasan.
I wore a huge grin on my face as I planned to go there this evening, without Ben nor Ryan. Just to find mamasan.
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