1520 HRS JUNE 11TH 2007

7 years ago,

when I first lost my marriage,

a well meaning friend Ms L

introduced her god sister to me Ms Z.

It was at a time,

when my confidence

was severely shattered,

my sense of self worth

totally devastated,

my self esteem

almost non-existent.

I was trying to

come to terms

that the woman I loved

and married for 11 years

betrayed and abandoned me.

I yearned for acceptance

and needed someone

in my life quickly.

Ms Z is a single mother

who was still legally married

but separated then.

We all had drinks

at Harbour Front,

facing the water.

When Ms L stepped out

to the ladies,

I was alone with Ms Z.

She asked me,

"Mack, can you do me a favour?"

I said,

"Sure"

She said,

"Can I kiss you?"

I was totally stunned,

and did not know

how to react.

Other than utter

a lame "yes"

Next thing I knew,

she embraced me

and buried her tongue

deep into my mouth.

If there is anything

that really disgusts me,

is a really deep

down my throat

kind of wet kiss.

I can't even describe

how much I hate it.

I've always rathered,

a light kiss

to the lip,

or playful tonguing

outside the mouth.

I don't think

I am a particularly good kisser

but I like them gentle.

The only thing nice

about it,

was suddenly,

I felt attractive again

and it was certainly a boost

to my overall

well being.

She said thereafter,

"I do not want you

to think about the future,

I do not want you

to think about anything.

I just want you

to enjoy the moment"

So I thought,

thats the rule

of this game.

So I did.

We were going out

like young lovers,

kissing in public

and fucking at home

like horn dogs.

On one weekend,

we went out to sea

on my boat.

It was basically

a fug fest.

Not that good either.

But for the lack

of better descriptions,

I was feeling

like a man

again.

Until the evening,

when I was piloting my boat

into the marina,

her son called.

He was screaming so loudly,

NI PIAN WO DE!!!

NI PIAN WO DE!!!

I could hear the kid

crying his eyeballs out.

Ms Z explained calmly,

Mummy mei you pian ni,

Mummy gong zuo hen mang.

Upon hearing that,

something died inside me.

Busy working?

At what?

Fucking Uncle Mack's brains out???

I was totally repulsed.

Not that I saw the kid

as an obstacle,

I love kids too much for that.

I just do not want to

associate myself

with a mother like this.

Not even for casual sex.

Suddenly, the sight of her

was revolting,

the thought of her naked body

completely repugnant.

She became

as sexually attractive

to me as

a fatal road accident.

The whole plot unfolded

a few days later,

when I met her for dinner

and told her

that I do not want

a relationship,

and that I was not

prepared for one,

so soon after

my separation.

She asked me if

she can borrow $30k.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

She must have thought

she was the fuck

of the century.

Either that or she thought

I was the Unfuckable

of the century

and $30k was the price

for fucking the unfuckable.

Of course I weaselled

out of it,

with my wallet intact.

7 years later

over the weekend,

suddenly this X-rated episode,

was brought up

by Ms L.

She screamed at me,

releasing 7 years

of repressed silence,

that because of me,

her god sister

have not spoken to her

for 7 years.

It somehow became Ms L's duty

to ensure that I married

her god sister.

As much as I felt sorry

for Ms L

as she lost a god sister,

I did not find it funny

Ms Z made her god sister

a victim

and made me

a criminal.

I'm glad that

the friendship between

Ms L and I

is bigger than that.

The moral of this

story is

just go to a hooker

for sex,

nobody gets hurt

or screamed at.

No hidden agendas,

just fuck

and forget.

Unless you look like

Justin Timberlake,

women remove their clothes

with a business plan in mind.

Her pile of clothes

by your bedside,

will soon enough

be a pile of shit