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Group who relies on your story to PCC - that’s why they need the details of what your left hand is squeezing & what your right hand is poking
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Group who hopes to relive your experiences - that’s where only the actions during the hunt have any significant values … this is also where I always advocate 100% fidelity, else people can get into trouble following your inked imaginations (even if it’s just a 5% deviation from the truth).
eeemen
Thanks a lot. You are one of my great supporters.
FINAL UPDATE FOR TONIGHT
A week after my sexcapade with LB3RF, LB3 invited me out for dinner. She said that she would be going home. The reason was she was caught quite some time back. She and 2 other ladies took over the shop from 1 lady owner. Unknown to them, there were some disputes between the lady owner and the previous lady owner. After operating slightly more than a week, the shop of raided. They suspected that it was the doing of the previous lady owner. Very unfortunate indeed.
She had put on a brave face and I offer my help. I told her that I could take care of a portion of her child’s allowance. She said that she had done a lot for me, and all she got from me was a few jeans and blouses, which was absolutely true. Then she brought out a contract for my signature. The contract would bind me to LB3RF. It’s stated in the contract that LB3RF would have to take care of LB3’s child and in return I was required to take care of LB3RF. I was required to serve LB3RF only once a week. I signed the contract because it would help LB3. It would be stupid of me to breach the contract, when I was presented with the opportunity to bonk LB3RF.
She handed a small gift-wrapped packet to me, which I estimated to be about the same size as the Hello Kitty handphone pouch. She asked me not to open the packet in front of her. Then she handed me the photoframe with the photo of LB3CM and herself at Sentosa, and said, "
I actually bought this for you. I know you can’t keep this at home. If your wife found out, you will be in deep shit
“. She suggested that I take the photoframe without the photo. Anyway I took the photoframe and the photo. "
I am very touch
“, that was her last words at the end of the dinner.
I send her home and told her that I would be sending her to the airport. When she disappeared behind the backdoor, I open the small gift-wrapped packet. I could never believe my own eyes, when I saw the Hello Kitty panties. She was calling the bluff right to the very end. That’s not all, whether it’s good or bad, until today I have not received a single call from LB3RF. As I had said, “The Sting” didn’t do me any harm. The fact that I was bluffed about the long distance call to LB3CM, LB3CM’s gift and finally the contract with LB3RF had a slight dent on my pride. She even went to the extent of filling me with information about LB3RF being rich (I won’t discard the fact the she was rich) and also letting her have a rematch. Imagine if it involved money, I would definitely be cheated.
I could only think of only one reason and that was she wanted to know how I was going to act when she said, “Ok, if you are not telling me, you don’t have to come anymore”. She wanted to know whether I would leave or stay under that situation when I had to admit that I fucked her classmate. Maybe she found the thrill, when she led me to believe everything she had said.
The night when she was deported, I send her to the airport and in the car she said, "
I know you are disappointed that I washed the panties. I did it because it was getting dirty
“. Before she left the departure area, her last words were, "
I really don’t mind to be your mistress. I will look you up if I have the chance to return
“. Was this also part of the sting? If it was, she would be playing with my emotions. In the near or distance future, this uncle would be able to find out.
This answered part of nail’s question. LB3 is no longer here.
eeemen,
I am flattered by your compliments.
nail & otamay,
Nice to know that both of you kept yourselves awake to follow my story.
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The VCR format which I have mentioned was Betamax and not Betax.
SOME SIDE TRACK FROM THE STORY
I love listening to songs and if you had noticed, quite often I would use some lyrics from songs in relating my experiences, e.g., Money Can’t Buy Me Love, I Would Die In Your Arms Tonight, Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only The Piano Player, Magical Mystery Tour, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Mother And Child Reunion, etc. I always like Elton John, great pianist and composer. I felt that Bernie Taupin, lyricist and poet, had made great contribution to his songs making them very meaningful.
His earliest hit was Your Song, nice lyrics
It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
If I could sing, I would have sung this song to my wife when I serenade her.
UPDATE
Up till now if you asked me ‘what goes on behind the curtains’, according to my own experience my answer would be ‘massage’. If I had not turn down the offer for specials on one occasion at LB3’s shop, I would probably find out the other activities that went on behind those curtains.
So far, I was quite successful with lady bosses. Therefore, I had this inclination to go for LBs. Even though LBs were older than their workers but they were still younger than me. I couldn’t imagine myself walking with an SYT, looking like a man bringing out his granddaughter. Maybe when I got really old, I would look for SYTs because I think those DOM truly enjoyed the feeling of being young again.
After the disappearance of LB3, I went to look for LBs. The thread on SN was hot when I first peeped into SBF after many years. So I went to try out the LB at SN but as many readers were saying she was the red plate (hong pai) there. I ended up with a newbie. She introduced herself as NB. She told me that she had previously worked at a place where the area had full of night activities. As for her massage, NB tried very hard, perspired a lot but ended up competing with EJ. If EJ had not said “Don’t Shoot Me, I’m Only The Piano Player”, I would have shot all those ladies who play piano on my body. The next night when I was with my wife, NB called me. I quickly put my handphone on silent mode. There were about 10 calls over an hour period.
It was a month later that I went to look for NB again. She wasn’t angry but like the last visit, she was always “boiling telephone porridge” (in dialect “po tin wa choke”). Her massage had improved. She asked me why I didn’t answer her call, I bluffed her that I was overseas. She said that she had erased my number and wanted it again. Of course, I didn’t give it to her, god knows how often she would be calling me. I told her that I have given it to her and if she had erased it, it was not my fault. So we maintained a one-way calling. I was able to contact her but she couldn’t contact me. After my visit to her house, NB told me that her roommates told her “What kind of boyfriend(?) you have? Don’t even give you his phone number”.
One night, I was NB’s last customer and I managed to send her home. Naturally, I diverted to a quiet place and we smooched in the car. When I reach her house, she didn’t want me to walk her up. NB told me that her 2 other roommates had an agreement that no man would be allowed in their house. Once I had maintained a close proximity with her, I didn’t have to go for the massage. Whenever I was free, I would send her home from her work place and more often than not had her supper treat. The smooching progressed to blowjob and finger fucking, all done in the car. Doing things in the car was one thrill that I had a long time ago.
Since I had saved the money on massage, I rounded it up to a nice figure and gave it to NB on a weekly basis. On rare occasions, I would top-up her handphone card. I don’t really know how long the 3 roommates kept their agreement (maybe there were no agreement in the first place), when NB told me that her child thought she was useless because the other 2 aunties brought their boyfriends to their house. I supposed the children of those aunties got many gifts from their mother’s boyfriend, so her child felt left out. So I had my first visit to NB’s house. I met her roommate who came here together with her. After that we brought her child for lunch. During my second and also my last visit to NB3’s house, I saw her other roommate, one that left had left SN some time ago. NB3 asked me to send her to her roommate work’s place.
Until then NB’s child still had difficulties enrolling into a primary school and finally, she had to tell me her problem. When NB arrived here, she got a job in a TN shop. On her first week of work, when Halu Halu was raided, the authorities had launched a full scale operations in that area and she was caught. NB and the roommate, the first one that I saw in her house, were working at a TN shop near Halu Halu. Even though none of them were working during the raid, the first thing they heard was someone saying, “Don’t tell me that you are only visiting your friends and that you are not a worker here”. I really don’t know how truthful she was. NB’s problem was because of her “white card”, her agent wanted more money to process her child enrolment into a school. The more money was only $300. So I helped her.
Then one of her customer advised her to get out of SN because it was getting too hot in the forum. She quit and left for a new place. Before she started working at her new place, she wanted to spend a day with me in the hotel. So I got what I yearned for and she got what she needed, as Lennon and McCartney had wrote “All You Need Is Love”. It wasn’t a really a good fuck but for one who had been starved after going through a healthy sex lifestyle when I was with LB3, it made a difference.
She worked at the new place for less than a month and again decided to return to the same area where she first started working. Before she changed her work place, we visited the hotel again. We spent a few hours in the hotel and once again I managed to bring out the spirit of the sex warrior. The sessions were much better than the first, especially the last one. If not for my lack of sexercises, I thought it could have been much much better.
The TN shops in that area, have more customers at night and most of the time they were opened until way past midnight. So at least twice a week, NB would stay in the shop. Even if I fetch her from her work place, it was never earlier than 1 am. On one occasion when NB’s lady boss got wind of impending raid, the shop closed early. That was the night that I had my last fuck with NB.
My kind of life with NB when she had to work late was more tiring than the time I had with LB3. I got my energy from fucking but lost my fucking energy to waiting. Slowly, the frequency of fetching NB from her work place diminished zero. The last time I saw her, she told me that she might bring her son home and return here alone. Few weeks later her phone line was no more in service. This was my short encounter with NB.
Niceman,
My English only “wet wet bit” (dialect “sup sup shoi”). You can find so much mistakes in the below paragraph which I have corrected.
AMENDED
Since I had saved the money on massage, I rounded it up to a nice figure and gave it to NB on a weekly basis. On rare occasions, I would top-up her handphone card. I don’t really know how long the 3 roommates kept their agreement (maybe there were no agreement in the first place), when NB told me that her child thought she was useless because the other 2 aunties brought their boyfriends to their house. I supposed the children of those aunties got many gifts from their mother’s boyfriend, so her child felt left out. So I had my first visit to NB’s house. I met her roommate who came here together with her. After that NB and myself brought her child for lunch. During my second and also my last visit to NB’s house, I saw her other roommate, one who left had left SN some time ago. NB asked me to send her roommate to her work place.
See, I still can’t forget LB3 and accidentally added the 3 to NB twice.
Thomas88 & Elementary,
1000 apologies, it’s my mistake to cause such confusion. Suddenly, I am feeling a lot of pressure with those sharp eyes looking at my posts. I have to be more careful. Anyway, it’s good to know that the 2 great supporters are still here.
UPDATE
After NB, I continued looking for LBs. I remembered NB once told me about her boss at her third working place, saying that she was quite pretty. So I went to see my prospective LB4. When I was there, I saw a lady resting on the lap of a man who was seated on the sofa. She stood up and asked if I wanted a massage. Then she called for a lady and I was ushered into a room. This place was not a typical TN shop. Every room had partition walls and a door. There were no curtains. I asked the lady, who was the lady resting on the guy’s lap. She told me that the lady was her boss. So it was a case of mistaken identity, she was not LB4.
Anyway, the lady (she is local) went on to massage me. It was more like a Thai-style massage. She almost cracked all my bones. The good thing about her massage was there were a lot of body contacts. Not only myself didn’t get a chance to sleep but the little guy in my underwear was fully awakened. When I turned over she asked whether I wanted her to solve my big problem. Turning a big problem into a small problem cost me an extra $40. The extra cost included breastfeeding. I couldn’t drink much because those breasts were like those of LB3CM. When I left, the LB was still resting on that man’s lap.
I finally found my LB4. Previously she had a shop downtown and made a lot of money. Her contract with the building owner was not extended, because the owner wanted to get rid of all the sleazy joints in that building. So she partnered another lady to set up a shop in a housing estate. Business wasn’t bad until the tragic killing of a LB.
LB4 was a country pumpkin who came from one of those ulu seaside villages. She usually dressed like a housewife going to the market, with blouses showing enough of her cleavage and white knee-high pants. Most of the time her pants were white but sometime she would wear some with light colours. Her looks was average but her pumpkins were big. She led a simple life with her child. I had 2 sessions with her, after which they had stopped their business. The decision to close was very wise because after the killing of a LB, many who took the risk to continue business, were caught.
Her massage was good but still couldn’t beat the standard of LB1. Without any shop, LB4 agreed to do the massage in a hotel. Even doing massage in hotels, she was frightened that she would be caught. When we got to the room, I changed to my birthday suit. The massage took a backseat, as I had her blouse removed. She was wearing an undersized bra and all the pumpkin flesh spilt out from the cups. When I removed her bra, I saw two slightly sagging pumpkins staring at me. Of all the women whom I had fuck, she had the most sensitive nipples. The moment I suck them, she would moan and wriggle her body to get her nipple out of my mouth. Although she like the itchy feeling, she couldn’t bear with it.
I removed her pants and saw her aunty panties. The material of her panties were translucent offering a view of her bush. When I removed her panties, I saw a trimmed bush covering her pussy. It wasn’t difficult to see the wet lips of her pussy. She told me that I have to use a cap if I wanted sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I used a cap. I search every of my pockets but found no caps. She agreed to have sex provided I don’t ejaculate in her cunt. In my mind, I was thinking that this country pumpkin had never enjoyed good sex before. Who in the right frame of mind would pull out his rod when he was at the height of his fucking pleasure. I didn’t have any choice but to agree.
The country pumpkin opened up her legs and my rod was like a vegetable knife slicing the pumpkin open. I was pumping the country pumpkin like a pile driver. I controlled my strokes, waiting for her to beg for more. My actions and my thoughts aroused me more than in normal fucking situation. I was working myself to cum just as she had almost climbed to the peak. The timing was perfect. I pulled out my rod and shot the load on her body, whilst her frustrated hole almost reach her climax. The look in her eyes was like she was telling the whole world that she had came so near and yet so far. Actually that was the most wicked thing to do. In all sexual engagements, both parties must satisfy each other. The responsibilities rested on both sex partners.
I am coming to the end of my Tui Na experiences. In the last part, I will answer nail’s other half of the question.
You all have enjoyed Michael Fox’s “Back To The Future” and hopefully you will enjoy my “Forward To The Past”. I would like to ask readers a simple question. Who would come to your mind when you see a bow and an arrow? No prizes for such an easy question. Next update later in the night.
Life,
Thanks. A warm welcome to my thread.
ANSWER TO QUESTION
Actually, there are no wrong answers to my questions. If you know someone who has taken up archery and you put his or her name down is absolutely correct. If your answer is Robin Hood, it’s the same answer as mine. The Robin Hood Story will be feature in the next segment after My TN Experiences.
UPDATE
My next encounter with the country pumpkin was 2 weeks later. The previous week cannot touch. I was well equipped to let her experience the pleasure of sex. I told her that she had 2 choices, (1) do it raw because it was probably the safe period and enjoy a good fuck (2) do it with condom and let her have the same experience that she previously had. It was kind of like Hobson’s choice. So she told me to go for the first choice.
First I adopted the same position as the first fuck, to show her the difference between cap and no cap. This time I lifted her up to the peak and stationed her there so that she could scream at the top of her voice. Once she climax, I let her have the feeling of hot cum shooting into her cunt. Now her eyes were telling the whole world that she had reache her destination and went beyond. After a short rest, I rammed her from behind until the next few days she fell ill. It had to be from overexertion.
During the break between the 2 fucks, she had a phone call and she made the “shhh” sign, i.e., telling me not to make a sound. She spoke in encrypted language, actual mandarin but it was the contents that I couldn’t comprehend. The call was for a long duration and I kept myself busy on her nipples. I saw that she was in agony because she was controlling her heavy breathing and her moans. After her call, I casually asked her if it was her boyfriend. She nodded her head and told me that she had met the married man on the streets and got quite a lot of help from him. LB4 like LB1 and LB2 had financial backers, so it wouldn’t be wrong to deduce LB3 might also have one.
Many of this PDMM came really unprepared. After the killing incident, apparently the authorities conducted thorough check on their status in relation with their child. As the majority were divorcee, they were required to produce documentary proof. Many of the “false” PDMM made their quick exit because from what LB4 heard, the jail sentence would be quite severe. So LB4 returned home to get all her necessary document as she had to renew her green card soon. She went home with some of the FPDMM, those that wouldn’t dare to risk getting jail.
On the employment side, the killing had also affected even PDMM with work permit to carry out physiotherapy. The new rules and regulations made it impossible for them to carry on with the jobs. Work permits were not renewed. LBs (with work permit) had to close shop either before or on the implementation date. Many in SBF was asking about the situation of SN. When I happened to pass by, an elderly man told me the shop would be reopening soon. 2 weeks later I visited the place and saw a local lady and 2 other siambus. I got the young siambu to serve me and for the first time I had the so called ‘zhua geng’ (more like handjob) BEHIND THE CURTAINS. This shop didn’t last long. After reading SBF, I also found another shop and got a handjob from the money-minded LB. Subsequently her shop hit the headlines in the Straits Time.
I had all this while kept in touch with LB1 and occasionally would pop into her shop to chitchat buying her either fruits or food. She also closed shop after the killing incident even though her work permit was still valid. Then most recently I got a surprise from her. She wanted the handyman to sent her to the airport to catch the night flight. When I reached her place she told me that her friend was deported. So I sent them both to the airport. After her friend departed I took her to see the transvestites at Changi Village. On the way to CV she held onto my hand and rested her head on my shoulder. There was only 1 “ren yao” there.
I took the ECP route back to her home. She was still resting on my shoulder. I made a stop at the first carpark and there we reignited the long lost passion. What was more surprising was, she gave me her first blowjob. After that I said something very stupid thing, "
How come you became so hot lately?
" This is what people used to say, ‘saying things without going through the pig brain’. She replied, "
I thought you knew I was always that hot
“. When we reached her place, she invited me up to her house. She said that her son would be back soon. If I knew that was the case, I would have driven her home earlier and fuck her. One Saturday, I bought her lunch and she told me that she would be back in 15 mins. Good thing I didn’t wait at her carpark because it was Benz 280 who sent her home.
To answer to other half of nail’s question, LB1 is still around and I have to plot how to get the fucking going.
In the meantime, I still have LB4 to keep me company. I had actually asked LB4 if she wanted me to introduce any of my friends to her for her massage. For my thoughtfulness I got a shelling from the ungrateful country pumpkin.
This chapter will bring us way back to the 13th century
Robin Hood is an English folklore. According to some researchers, Robin Hood existed in the 13th century
PAST SETTING
The characters involved:
Robin of Locksley
Marian Dubios or Lady Marian or Maid Marian
Sheriff of Nothingham
Little John
Place
Sherwood Forest
Robin Hood is a man who stands for ideals and how to strive for justice even if there’s little hope of succeeding. Truth and justice prevail over ignorance and tyranny.
We quickly fast forward to the 19th century
Rob Manhood is a real story that happened here. The writer, Rob Manhood himself lives to tell his story
RECENT SETTING
The character involved
Rob Manhood
MM (the secretary)
WTSN (the boss)
Little John (the colleague)
Place
An office downtown
Rob Manhood is a new employee who stood up for his colleagues, especially MM and he knew he had every hope of succeeding. Truth and justice prevailed over ignorance and tyranny. He got to fuck everybody.
Robin Hood had a merry man call Little John. Have you ever wondered why, such a big guy was called Little John. If I had told any lady that my 7 inch rod is Little John, I think she would be laughing to death. In my opinion anyone with the name John should not have a name like Little, Tiny or Small before or after it, unless they knew that they were small. So Little John or John Little should be avoided. Likewise the same applied to Tiny and Small.
John was a colleague of mine. He was real small size, so Little John fitted him well. Therefore I would be calling him Little John or LJ. Unlike Little John the character in Robin Hood, LJ carried the wrong balls.
The female character here was the Secretary, someone who had attracted interest of many people just like Maid Marian. So she got the name MM.
My boss was worst than the Sheriff of Nottingham. So I had to give him the name Worst Than Sheriff Of Nottingham or WTSN.
With this short introduction, Rob Manhood will relate the happenings in the office downtown tomorrow night.
Sleep well, sleep tight and have a pleasant dream. For me I will be dreaming of MM.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
ZIZOUZIZOU
In dialect, our manhood is referred to by these numbers 67 and 69.
Please don’t curse me
if the numbers don’t come out this weekend.
Surely, you mean ‘please dun throw me’ … hi mu hi arh??
Keep up the consistent flow of your works - it could well become a literary classics (commissioned by National Arts Council) when TN becomes an extinct trade.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
ZIZOUZIZOU
I really don’t know if the way I wrote was receptive to the people in this forum.
I always thought that people here preferred descriptive details
like fuck, fuck, cum, cum. Anyway, I am pleased that you like it.
All depends on which group of people you referring to …
Quote:
Originally Posted by
ZIZOUZIZOU
You are a good man.
Under duress, I thought you would cave in and tell me your little secret
. LB3F has vowed to keep her promise. Please don’t do anything to make her break that promise.
Many a times in life, it’s not so clear-cut who’s playing who … I guess, as far as we horny men are concerned, the ladies can do anything as long as we bonk them. Right??
Bro ZIZOUZIZOU, Hurray! not because the story had just ended but more of sexiting adventures are on the way. Looking forward to another sepisode of conquest….
KingEros,
Your Majesty’s responses are indeed candid and philosophical.
AD69, YoungAhPek, otamay & Elementary
I will be talking about office politics before hitting my target. Hope you all will have some patience.
UPDATE
I had a nightmare last night when I dreamt WTSN fucking MM
My first day at work was nothing eventful. WTSN got all his 9 other staff into the meeting room and introduced me to them. Just nice to form a soccer team with the secretary as the custodian and myself as the stopper giving me every opportunity to score own goals.
“Friends, this is Rob Manhood. Since we speak dialect most of the time. Maybe we can call him ’lan jiao lang’. Actually, I found the name in dialect quite appropriate. I felt so at home when all my new colleagues shook my hands and said, “Welcome, lan jiao lang, I am so and so”. Even the secretary shook my hands when she introduced herself and told me her name. The last person was a tiny little fellow who gripped my hand and said, “Welcome lan jiao lang, my name is John. Huh huh, see me, if you have a problem”. My problem right then was the pain in my hand, because he was gripping it so tightly. My reply, “Nice to meet you Little John”. He got angry and said, “Let me tell you this, the last person who called me by that name landed in hospital”. I quickly apologised because I knew how he felt. If my john was only 3 inches and a lady called it Little John, I would also be offended.
The secretary showed the ’lan jiao lang’ around the office and even introduced me to the staff in the other departments. She told me where they usually go for their lunch but she said she usually lunched in because the boss seldom leave his office. [So WTSN was a workaholic]. She told me to prepare for overtime because most of the staff stayed back quite late. Then she warned me to watch my back for flying arrows and daggers. [Looks like Sherwood Forest.] Subsequently she gave me a stack of files for me to read up. From those files I could find out what my predecessor was doing.
The nightmare began on the second day. The arrows came from all directions when all my colleagues gave me work to do. LJ gave me the most. At 5 pm after the boss left, the rest of the staff followed including MM. [Didn’t MM told me that all the staff stayed behind for OT?] I stayed back till midnight to finish most of those things given to me. This went on for a month. I realised that the on-the-job-training (OJT) was indeed helpful but wait a minute, in my previous 2 jobs, my nights were quite free and I even have the time to fuck. So I discovered that I was exploited.
Another thing I found out was WTSN didn’t like people to go into MM’s office but to reach his office, we have to cut go into her office. The first time I was at MM’s office, WTSN came out and scolded me, “Get the fuck out of here. Didn’t MM told you that you are not allowed to be in here?” Actually, I couldn’t remembered MM touching on that point. As she was about to explain, I said, “Sorry boss, MM told me but I forgot”. So I left and won the admiration of MM. This became the first good deed of Rob Manhood.
15 mins later WTSN called, “Quickly come into my office, I need you to do something”. My reply was, “Boss can you please open up your window so that I can climb in”. Oddly, only our department was located on the second floor of this rundown building. The rest of the departments were in a new building opposite the road. “What the fuck ’lan jiao lang’? Trying to be funny is it?” So I told him that 15 mins ago, he had told me not to go into MM’s room. “You idiot, you can go into her office, if you come to see me.” I acted dumb because I learned from my previous 2 jobs not to act too smart, otherwise every thing would pushed to me. When I went into WTSN’s office, he had the newspapers opened on his desk. I supposed he was doing market research. Later on I discovered that any time of the day, when I got to see him, he was always doing market research.
From the second month I reduced the arrows by half and those from LJ, I reduce them to a quarter. I would leave the office after my boss and the next day gave my completed work to my colleagues. My colleagues didn’t have a choice but at least half their work were done. Of course, LJ got less than half his work done by me. WTSN didn’t make noise even those the output was slower because he was busy doing market research.
I realised that the problems of my colleagues were mainly due to poor networking with the other departments and our clients. I quickly established the networking for myself and got things done quite quickly. The only networking present in the department before that was established by another department guy with MM. This guy was Richard Foo and he came from a rich family and drove a two-seater MG Sports. I was a fast leaner and the only thing I learned from my boss was calling names. So I called this guy Stupid Rich Fool or SRF. Many apologies if any of the readers have the same name. SRF was trying to hitch MM. Every little chance he had, he would come over to see MM.
Short break before another update.