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gilagila100
wonder whether chrysler treats his actual gf better or at least as well as the PRC girl ???
Hey! I know I’m lucky to have her. She’s smart, good looking, and comes from a better family than mine. I never take her for granted and treat her like a queen. But there’s something in me that’s just wired wrong I guess. i just need the fun of something different every now and then. I’m very discreet that’s why I only confine my escapades to Singapore. Her circle of friends are different from mine and she’s not a local.
I guess I’ll eventually stop if we decide to go on to the next step. As for treating Ting Ting better than her, lets not even go there. You don’t even want to know what I did for our last anniversary…
Ummm… to those romanticising this encounter, I’m paying money for sex…
All the extravagence is dressing for the actual sordid deed. No Prince Charming and definitely not Richard Gere.
Nevertheless, I had fun and I hope the girls did too. Appreciate all your comments and if I seem to be bragging I apologize. I am far from rich, but I do like to splurge occasionally so I work hard to put myself in a position to do so.
Anyway, I definitely look forward to writing a few more parts, but during the work week, I don’t really have the time nor inclination so until the weekend then.
Part VII
It had been more than two days since I last saw Ting Ting. Dinner obligations as well as an evening revelry with the colleagues from our Singapore office had prevented me from my usual tryst with my lovely Chinese flower. I still remember how we parted. I had offered to set her up at the hotel for a week but she had admantly refused. She didn’t want to stay at a strange place and I felt she wasn’t really comfortable around the Mandarin Oriental without me. I dropped her off infront of the flats at Lorong Six and she had given me a parting kiss. A friendly peck on the cheek and a small wave goodbye was strangely all the more endearing than a long french kiss.
Stirring myself out of my recollection, I took a quick glance at my car close as I took the Fort Road exit off the highway. 7:21pm the LED numerals announced. I was quite exhausted by this point. It was my fifth day in Singapore and what with spending the mornings and afternoons with my family and office obligations and playing through the evenings with Ting Ting, I was quite literally burning the candle at both ends. Ironically, vacations take alot out of me.
Here we go, I had finally arrived at my destination. As the phone dials her number, I glance out the car window. The night is still young but the weekend crowd is already out in full force. The men stroll in packs, looking for their pick of the evening. Men in office wear, older gents in their trademark bermudas and singlets, and teenagers with their t-shirts saunter down the back alleys with one common purpose. There’s not many girls here in this lorong, but a few walk pass my car, heading towards the nearby hotels with customers in tow.
“Wei, wo lai le. Xian zai wo zai xia mian deng ni.”
“Huan yi fu jiu chu lai. Jin tian wo men hui chu qu ma?”
“Of course. Whatever my princess prefers.”
She giggles and ask me to wait for 30 minutes.
Sigh… 30 minutes it is then. I should have remembered to call ahead, I chide myself. 30 minutes… what should I do? I walk over to the coffeeshop and order a grass jelly drink. Its the simple things in life that you miss while overseas. The steady parade of working girls and prowling gents serve as an interesting distraction. Its fun to observe the different interactions. That’s an old grandfather cracking a few jokes with a girl who looks like she could be his granddaughter. There’s a young guy with a tattoo on his neck berating a woman twice his age. one of the gals is sitting on the curbside, massaging her aching legs, her stiletto heels lying discarded beside her sore feet.
Before long I see Ting Ting’s phone number flash up as my phone rings.
“Ni xian zai zai naer?” I let her know which coffeeshop I’m waiting at and she turns up within a few minutes clearly excited. She’s dressed up in the evening dress I had bought for her with matching accessories and shoes. It wasn’t anywear as revealing as some of the other outfits on the street, but the simple elegant strapless design coupled with her natural beauty makes quite a few gents gawk as she passes by. As I mentioned previously, its remarkable how a few pieces of clothing can completely remake a woman. Before she can make her way to me though, a cleancut muscled teenager stops her. From where I sit, I can tell he is prepositioning her. She waves him away distractedly, but he grasps her left arm, not allowing her to move away. I can see from her facial expression that she’s getting irritated.
I step into the situation before anything blows up. “Hey, she’s not a working girl, she’s my friend and we’re just here for a meal. Let her hand go will you?” The teenage thug looks at me, then back at her expensive looking outfit, and quite naturally buys the lie. You can see the gears working in his head. Not the brightest of bulbs but hey, I’m not complaining. “Fuck man, don’t bring your girlfriend to this kind of places. Fucked up man,” he mumbles before moving on. Well, I guess that’s his idea of an apology. At least this did not evolve into a fracas.
On to more pleasant things though. Ting Ting is a sight for sore eyes. She’s as beautiful as I remember her. This time round she has her hair flowing straight down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. She’s a fast learner i note, observing how she had managed to replicate the same understated beauty through the careful use of makeup instead of lathering it on. Sometimes less is more. She apologizes for being late, but mentioned that she had been stopped twice before on the way here by other guys who had been just as persistent as the chap I had interrupted. Maybe I should wear this to work everyday she teases. I laugh along with her. She is indeed stunning, but not only that, she looks just that bit different from the rest of the working girls. Indeed, if I had been one of the gents prowling along the streets, I would have given her a pass as I would have just assumed she was a Singapore girl coming to Geylang to sample the food and had taken a wrong turn somewhere.
Speaking of which, dinner plans tonight is for the Equinox at the top floor of the Swissotel. I hate driving in Orchard road and searching for parking, so I leave the car within one of the Hotel 81 carparks and flag a cab to bring us to our dinner destination.
Inside the cab Ting Ting is restless. Other than the her habit of biting her lower lip when she’s nervous, she tends to play around with her hands. She grasp each fingertip with the other hand and squeeze and move on to the other hand. Its amazing what kind of little things you notice after being in close proximity for just a few short nights. Shes been quiet, but all of sudden she turns to me and ask me why I haven’t called for the past two days.
“Ni zai kan bie de nu ren ma? Wo dui ni bu gou hao ma?” she accuses.
“Wei she me ni mei you jie wo de dian hua ne?” Sigh… I hate this kind of little scenes. I know she’s just feeling insecure, but in my previous trips back, whenever I miss an evening appointment with one of my ladies, I inveritably get the same response. I don’t keep my “play” cell turned on when I’m not with a girl so I rarely respond to texts until I’m actually planning to meet her. I note that Ting Ting had called me nearly 14 times in the past two days when I received my missed call registry.
I take her hand in my own clumsy paw, and then give a light kiss on her fingers, I apologize for my inconsideration and promise to make it up to her tonight. I swear my innocence with regards to the charge of seeing other women, but admittedly, I guess from her point view it would be very difficult to believe me. At this point, I remind myself why I keep my relationships with my companions restricted to week. A week is just enough time to to build up the passion of a real relationship, without all the hang-ups that you usually have to deal with. I know its a fake kind of affection, but it approximates the real thing so closely that I really don’t care. Quite frankly, I am a purely selfish person. All that matters to me is that as long as I’m around, she treats me like I am the center of her universe.
~continuation~
Just prepared for occasions like this, I take out a little trinket from my bag. Its a “get out of jail card.” I usually have ready to smooth out the rough patches. Its a small delicately crafted gold chain. I’ve realized that a lot of PRC girls like to buy yellow gold chains while in Singapore. I’ve heard that the quality of the gold is relatively high here compared to other places like HK, Taiwan or our Muslim neighbors, and always inveritably get a request to buy a chain for their mothers, sisters-about to get married, grandmothers etc… Nowadays, white gold is all the rage amongst the Singaporean girls and my girlfriend even exchanged one of my gift of a burberry charm bracelet for a cheaper sterling silver version rather than the more expensive gold version cause she felt it was slightly gaudy.
Ting Ting lights up like a candle. She takes the chain and admires it for a while before sliding it onto her small thin wrist. She has a little difficulty with the clasp and I help her lock it. She looks at me with those wide oval eyes, and I realize the shimmering reflection within those opal gems is the hint of tears welling up. “There, there now, I promised you a week of fun and games and here I am to make good on it. I’m sorry I wasn’t around the past two days, but work has been busy. I’ve been thinking of you constantly, so let’s not fight and just kick back and enjoy what time we have left!”
There, that reticent biting of her lower lip is back. She fights back her emotions and just whispers a soft “xie xie. wo hui dui ni hen hao de.” Money can’t buy love, but it can sure bring out a near flawless substitute. I don’t usually fool around in public places, no exhibitionist urge within me and I also find that usually girls don’t like too much physical attention when they are outside of their familiar environs in Geylang. However, Ting Ting is very affectionate on the ride over. Her teasing fingers stroke my legs through the fabric of my trousers and with her devilish eyes have that unmistakable come hither look. However, before I can initiate anything, we’ve arrived at our destination. I pay the driver and we’re off into the ground lobby of the Swissotel.
We’re the only two people in the elevator that is heading up towards the 70th floor. I cup Ting Ting’s head in my hands and give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. In my mind, she’s just like a porcelain doll. Oh so pretty and delicate, but ever so fragile. She hugs me tight. I can smell her perfume. Just the slightest trace of strawberries. Her little form pressed against mine just reinforces my image of her as a damsel in distress. It makes me a little ashamed that I’m taking advantage of such an innocent fairy, but life is what it is.
The Equinox is a great place to have a romantic time in my own humble opinion. During the afternoon brunches, you are treated to a skyline view that stretches all the way to Malaysia. Alternatively, the nightime view allows you to have a grand vista of the Singapore commercial district in all its lighted glory. The large plate glass allows you to have an unrestricted views so I always make sure to make my reservation for a table by the window. Mix in a little liqour, lots of ambience, some good food and you have all the ingredients for a passionate evening leading up to some of very fun bedroom activity later. For those with significant others, I can’t recommend the place enough.
Ting Ting is like a little kid. She oohs and ahhs at the view. However, when we arrive at the table her face falls when she sees the silverware. She whispers at me, “Wo bu hui yong zhe xie. Wo men qu chi zhong fan ba!” I ease her in the chair and when the waiter comes over, I ask him to replace the cutlery with chopsticks. What I like about the service here is that while its a nice restaurant, the waiter staff are fortunately not as snooty as in a few other places I care not to mention. He comes back shortly with a set of chopsticks for both of us. The menu is completely in English so I order for the two of us. We have the house soup, some braised scallops, a sea bass and a glass of orange juice for each of us. Ting Ting gets over her initial trepidation with the friendliness of the waiter and I note to myself to give him a good tip.
Its a relaxing meal. None of the gentle pecking I see when I go out for dinners with my female colleagues or friends. Ting Ting has a hearty appetite and before long, the appetizers and main courses have been devoured. All the while we chat more about her family, her life growing up and what she intends to do in the future. I hear from her her eventual goal is to open up a clothing store with the money she’s hoping to earn. She also talks about the brother who’s always looked out for her growing up but now is estranged due to him finding out about what she’s doing. I commiserate with her there. Before desert comes, I know so much more about Ting Ting and she fleshes out as an actual person when perhaps before she was just a beautiful doll that I was playing with.
We cap the meal off with desert. I order a baked pear desert for her, and just an expresso for myself. Her expression as she savors each bite of the desert is priceless. she wrinkles up her face in positive delight and gives a little small “ah” with her first taste! In the gentle lighting of the restaurant, the soft croonings of a ballad being played in the background, and the candle light flickering shadows on her face, Ting Ting looks like a Chinese fairy descended on earth in her black dress. She has that distinctive yet intangible quality that makes you notice her stick out in a crowded room, and add to that a sultry evening gown and a light endearing blush on her face from her few sips from a peach cocktail and you have an angel who turns head. Throughout the evening, I had seen furtive glances from the other patrons who were sitting around me, much to the consternation of the dates with them who noticed.
After dinner is over, we just enjoy the ambience of the restaurant, languidly sipping our drinks. Ting Ting is a good conversationalist, and she continues with a litany of her observations in Singapore. Her soft feminine voice washes over me as I bask in the warm feeling of fullness. Well the night is still young.
To Be Continued
Sorry gents for the delay in writing this. Been a little busy this week. Unfortunately the writing pace will be a little slower so appreciate you bearing with this. Again, this story is less about sex but rather my time with an Chinese angel in Singapore.
Most people have been complimentary and I appreciate their kind words.
For those with criticisms, its interesting and useful to hear their viewpoints. I do admit, it is written in a little bit of what the sbfers call “yaya” or something like one of those people who like to act cheem or poser style.
I suang so write like dat what. cannot is it :P Anyway sometimes can write like beng sometimes can write like one of those akua drama club members what. I can say I been in the army so can switch back and forth. Anyway now in my new job i have to speak perfect engish, scaly speak singlish kanna look down upon.
Other than that, admit a little slow in the pacing. But I’m a slow guy. Anyway, welcome more feedback, good or bad. Remember sharing is a two way street. Thanks all.
Sorry, I’m not rich as ReCaRo79 pointed out, although not for lack of trying…
I just make enough so I have a comfortable amount of discretionary spending. However, I certainly intend to be suitably well off earlier in my career though.
As to how much I make, it would be a bit crass to point that out right? I just like to have a little fun every now and then.
Feel free to believe the story or not, but it doesnt matter if you do. This is cathartic and fun for me and that’s what important. As I said, I am a selfish guy.
Final installment coming out soon.
Thanks for all the support from those who liked it, and for those who didn’t, it’ll come to an end this weekend, so thanks for putting up with it.
Writing the last bit.
Part VIII
Its still early in the evening. We’ve just had a comfortable dinner and now I find myself at a loss as to how to proceed. Originally I had an idea in the back of my mind to bring her to Velvet or one of the other clubs but somehow didn’t really feel in the mood for clubbing. I ask Ting Ting what she wants to do. She thinks long and hard, but eventually with a shrug, just tells me that whatever I pick should be fine. Admittedly, I’m just a touch surprised that she’s not asking for another shopping date.
I’ve mentioned that I was exhausted but I really didn’t want to head to a hotel so early in the evening. Suddenly I have a flash of inspiration. It takes but five minutes by taxi to bring her to the newly renovated cineplex at Cathay. I’m constantly surprised by the lack of crowds at this new movie theater which in my opinion has relatively more comfortable and newer amenities. I wouldn’t have known this place at all, except one of my friends rents a place at Penang Rd and he prefers this haunt rather than the more crowded Plaza Singapura. A nice relaxing movie just seems perfect for the occasion.
I check what’s playing and surprise surprise, there’s something called, “The Warlords.” It looked like one of those bigger budget hongkong production and hopefully with Jet Li as the lead it wouldn’t be too bad. We buy two tickets, then proceed to the concession stand where I purchase a big bag of popcorn and sodas. We’re hardly hungry after the dinner we just had, but what’s a movie without popcorn.
The movie turns out to be another typical Jet Li period piece. Over-the-top but with some cool battle scenes. Ting Ting is completely engrossed though. At some points, I see her cringe from a particularly gruesome kill. She even crys a little when one of Jet Li’s “brothers” in the movies kills the leading man’s love interest towards the end of the film. This girl holds her heart on her sleeve and its just another one of her endearing traits. Although we’re full, I can’t help but delight in feeding her popcorn. She takes each piece delicately between two fingers and pops it into her mouth. Surprisingly, I’m not tempted to do some of the usual antics that I do in dark enclosed rooms with pretty young girls. I can’t bear to bring myself to interrupt her while shes obviously enjoying the film so much.
When the credits roll, I can still see the drying trails of tears on her cheeks. Since Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it seems that all the grand chinese historical war movies have a tendency to kill off all their main leads in an melodramatic finale. I wipe those wet trails off her face and rest one hand on her cheek. She is such a dear. We wait as the rest of the movie patrons file off before making our way out. I wrap my one arm around her shoulders and hold her close. As we stroll out towards the exit, she excitedly recites out which parts of the movie she liked and really gets into it. Her guileless enthusiasm reminds me why I like Ting Ting so much. I find out that because she used to live in a rural area before moving into the city to work long hours as a factory girl, she only had the chance to see a few movies before.
For the last cab ride of the day, we head towards the Mandarin once more. While waiting for the cab to arrive, I call the hotel in advance to book us the same room. I also request the staff to prepare a bubble bath as well as a bottle of champagne, topped with an order of strawberries and cream. Something about strawberries has always been an aphrodisiac for me. I grin throughout the ride, anticipating the joys of the evening. My fatigue leeches away as the blood rushes to regions below.
This time Ting Ting is much more bolder than her previous trip to the hotel. Once out of the taxi, she runs ahead of me, pass the doorman holding the glass door open, into the main lobby. Turning back towards me, she gives me her trademark pixie grin. This girl knows what’s in store for her and boy oh boy is she enthusiastic. The hotel staff who checks me in gives me a little conspiratory grin as I take the keycard from him. “Hope you and your friend have a pleasant stay at the Mandarin”, he says with a knowing smile. This time I decline the offer to show me to my room and head towards the elevator banks. As the lift ascends, Ting Ting presses her hands on the glass walls and watches as the view of the main lobby recedes with each floor we pass.
As with previous experiences, the service at the Mandarin is impeccable. Everything is as requested. A chilled bottle of Dom Perignon stands in its silver ice bucket, beside a service tray laden with a plate of strawberries and two small bowls of cream. And what’s this? They’ve even provided a complimentary plate of cut fruits and achocolate fondue. The waft of steam that blows out of the bathroom door promises a warm wet tub of fun! I bring the plate of goodies into the bathroom and set up the adjustable table right next to the tub before turning back to Ting Ting. I can’t wait to unwrap my present!
I love a pretty face but beyond that, I find three features of a lady incredibly sexy. A long swan neck, a distinct and well defined collarbone, and dainty gentle hands. Ting Ting has all three and that was part of the reason why she drives me crazy. I take her hand and bring her giggling towards the tub. Her little hand is warm and smooth and looks ever more feminine in my big clumsy paw. I wrap her hand in both of mine and brink it to my lips to give it a light kiss. Such warm hands she has. Well enough of that. With a gleeful chortle, I grab her and start tickling her. She squeals in surprise and tries to run away. I’m having none of that! Soon we collapse onto the ground. We catch our breath on the cold marble floor as the giggles die down.
My face is right infront of her. Her almond shaped eyes are nearly tearing with laughter, her bright red lips open partially. I can’t resist. I lunge forward and steal a kiss. Her eyes open wide in surprise initially, then close as she gets in the mood. Finally after what seems the longest moment, I relunctantly remove my lips from her and gaze upon this goddess. My hands move with a mind of their own. I pull the dress off her thin shoulders. Slide it down and down. Soon the dress lies discarded beside us. I bring her up to her feet, not wanting her to be cold on the stone floor. There she stands, in a black bra and matching panties. She looks so small, so defenceless. Her hands are clasped behind her back her face looking down with a little trace of shyness. She doesn’t look like a prostitute, just an innocent little girl. I slowly unhook her bra and then she removes the final wrapping herself. I lead her into the bathtub, carefully making sure she doesn’t slip on the slick tiles. A small smile slowly forms on her face. The water is at the perfect temperature, the warmth that just stops short of being uncomfortably hot. I keep on holding her hand. We both sink to the ground, her in luxurious warmth of a bubble bath, me in my evening full sleeve shirt and trousers reclining against the bathtub. Our hands gently clasped together are the only thing connecting the two of us. I sit like that for an indefinite amount of time, just content to hear her gentle breathing in the silence.
Some time passes. I dip a finger tentatively into the water. Slowly breaking the surface of the water, I slide my finger to the hollow of her neck. The soap bubbles in the bath stick to my finger as I trace lazy circles along the line of her collarbone, dipping down and encircling the base of her breasts. Slowly moving in smaller and smaller circles, my finger finally hits the tip of her left nipple. Its jutting out, nearly defiantly I note with amusement.
She sits up in the tub and says to me, “Bao bei, wo xian zai zhen de hen shu fu. Xie Xie ni jin tian zhe me zhao gu wo. Ni zhuo liang tian mei lian luo, wo yi wei zai ye bu hui jian dao ni le.”
“Wo men hai you duo yi tian. Bu yao dan xing. Wo ming tian yi ding hui zai gen ni jian mian. Dan shi hou tian wo yao zou le.” I reply.
“Wo zhi dao,” is all she says.
To ease the mood, I dip a small piece of melon into the chocolate and feed it to Ting Ting. I really do love taking care of this girl. She takes a bite but when I try to feed her another piece, she raises her hands in surrender and say she’s completely stuffed what with all the food she’s consumed that evening. Hmm… well, we still have a small pot of hot chocolate. What should I do with it?
“Hao, dan shi wo men ke bu neng lang fei cao ke li a.”
Dipping a finger into the chocolate fondue pot, I coat her right nipple with the gooey confectionary and before she can say anything, I have her nipple in my mouth. Oh its so sweet! “Ni hen huai!” she exclaims. She dips a finger herself into the pot and soon I can feel the warm substance coat my ear before her tongue spreads its all over my lobe. Ahhhh, this is what heaven must be like.
I smear chocolate on the tip of her nose, she retaliates by drawing streaks on my cheeks. Two stripes on her neck, invites a line across my forehead. I have no idea what I look like but before long she looks like she’s has brown warpaint on her face, neck and upper body. My shirt is ruined with chocolate streaks but I hardly care. I rip it off, and this time I do pull out a button in the rush. My pants are discarded in a similarly hasty manner. I drag her out of the tub and bring her under the shower to wash off the gook. Her laughter rings muscially in my ears. She doesn’t care about getting her hair wet this time, and before long, she’s reveling in the water cascading down upon the two of us. Feeling frisky, I quickly step out to grab a condom packet from my trouser pocket before returning into the stall.
I take her slowly from behind. She’s leaning against the wall, and I enter her from behind. The steam from the hot water rises all around us. Her outstretched hands are planted against the glass partition while mine are resting on her hips. Her long black hair is plastered to her back while her pale smooth skin blushes red in the heat. I push into her as deep as I can, before slowly sliding back out. Once more inside her and then slowly again I withdraw. I keep to the slow rythm, the fire of her body hotter than the water spraying out of the showerhead. She makes little grunts with each stroke in. I bend over her and whisper in her ear, “Xie xie.”
She takes one hand off the wall places it on my shaft, sliding it out of her. She turns around presses against me, her firm breasts and stiff nipples resting against my chest, her hand gently stroking my dick. I sigh contentedly. This is what life should be everyday. Facing me, she slides it back into her. Shes like a water sprite, her black hair wet and slick, the water flowing down her tresses, down her body and forming rivelets on her legs. I push against her while she keeps looking at my eyes. We go on like this for an age. Time passes, the only thing we’re aware of is the rythmic bursts of ecstasy pulsing up from our nether regions.
My strokes become faster and faster. With a final burst of strength, I lift her up and push deep deep into her. She wraps her legs around my buttocks and pushes back. She has her arms locked around my shoulders and gives me a deep french kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth. Her vagina muscles clench and unclench on my member, and I’m torn between the sensations coming from both ends of my body. I’m no superhuman and don’t last long in this situation. Letting out a groan, my seed spills out of me. The strength leeches out together with my cum and I lean listlessly against the partition, Ting Ting sandwiched between. She grinds her hips against mine for a few more strokes. My spent member is in the ultra tender post orgasmatic state and she makes me shudder with the sensations. I kiss her cheek and we disengage. Her face is flushed and I certainly hope that’s a testament to my efforts rather than just the effects of the warm water.
She chuckles and grins. “Shuang ba *****-ge. Wo yi jin shuo ni yong yuan bu hui wang ji wo de.” I only have the strength to nod my head weakly in agreement. Ting Ting takes a lot out of me. We wash up for real this time, other than a few playful burst of naughtiness when wiping off each other’s privates. As we step out of the bathroom, we slide into the silk kimono like bathrobes that the Mandarin provides. Another nice thing I like about this chain over the others is that beside the usual white terry cloth robes that all the other decent hotels provide, the Mandarin also provides a black silk robe which I find much more comfortable. We lounge around the bed, drinking a couple of glasses of the champaign to chill off. I forego the usual rite of shaking the bottle and popping the cork along with the accompany “pop” and outflow of bubbles. The alcohol is sweet enough that Ting Ting doesn’t mind the taste. In fact, if I’m not wrong she polishes off 3 refills of her flute glass that night.
We lie under the coverlet, snug and toasty in the cool air-conditioned room. Somehow, the conversation drifts to my life and suprisingly I find myself opening up. I let her know about how lived my life, and what I expect out of it. She lets me talk on and on and I before I know it, I realized I’ve been blabbering on for quite some time. “Enough about me, I want to know how you’re feeling. Have I been treating you alright?” I inquire.
She looks at me with those innocent eyes and gives me a faint kiss on the cheek as an answer. I’m under no false pretenses. I’m know I’m not a good guy. After all, as I’ve said again and again, I’m paying her to be my companion and she’s been more than obliging. However, there’s something about that little kiss that just makes me smile with a faint spark of real happiness. After that, we watch a little bit of TV, before sliding off to sleep.
EPILOGUE
I was never able to keep that promise of bringing her out on Saturday. We had a urgent development back in my office and I had to focus on it during that weekend, working my ass off pulling an all-nighter out of the Singapore office. Before I left, I made the time to meet her face to face one last time. She came down to meet me wearing the same black outfit with the gold chain around her left wrist. I told her I was leaving Singapore.
She was silent for a while and asked softly if I wanted her China number or if I could give her a number where I could be reached. I didn’t say anything, and handed her an envelope. In the time I had been with her, I’d spent six thousand odd dollars. Here was the balance of the ten thousand I had planned for my vacation. I’m sure there were smoother ways to give her the money than the clumsy, even some might say insulting timing of my approach but I wanted things to be square between us. Ting Ting had given me some unforgettable memories and I wanted to make sure she didn’t come out poorer from the events of the past few days. She didn’t open the envelope in my presence, but I’m sure even my innocent lady of the night was able to guess what it was. She turned around then and walked away, her head held up high. Some might scoff that she did so without throwing the envelope back at my face, but really, when it all boils down to it, the last week while memorable was ultimately a business transaction. I would have been disappointed and angrier at myself if she had refused the money. As it was, that money while crass, was a salve on my conscience. Something I could point to to rationalize my guilt, weak excuse though it might be.
Before I started the drive back to my apartment to start packing, I did what I always do at the end of my Singapore trips. I deleted all the smses, snapshots, and phone book entries in my temp phone, took out the new SIM card I purchased upon the start of each of my vacations and snapped it in two. All the memories I needed was safely locked away in my head and I needed no trophies of my brief hedonistic impulses.
Well, finally this tale is done. hope most people who took the time to read this effort of mine were entertained or at least amused by my humble submissions. As ika_tomas pointed out, I’ve taken dramatic license with some portions but at least we did do all those things that I wrote about believe it or not. That’s why the ending is so abrupt, as I did indeed have to cut short my vacation. Hope others will share their experiences as well. To those who are unhappy at some parts or feel this was a waste of their time, please feel free to provide constructive criticism, but if all you want to do is rant and rave…
well go ahead and post it too!
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