Chapter 2

I didn't set the alarm because the next morning was Saturday.

I woke up and smelled the grilled bacon.

Mom loves making pancakes, bacon and poached eggs on Saturdays.

This is also a tradition.

It made me feel much better to be able to smell this familiar smell because it means my mom is not curling up in the bed to avoid embarrassment, at least she is trying to act back to her daily peaceful life.

Since I feel the taste of bacon is declaring that the relationship between our mother and son is returning to normal, it is also very necessary for me to take actions that respond very correctly to me.

That was to jump out of bed immediately, wear boxer briefs I had already put on, and go for breakfast.

My mother was there, wearing her Japanese kimono robe with oriental charm, with a brocade made of silk, embroidered with bird patterns.

At one point I mistakenly thought those patterns were some kind of plane, but later after my mother's answer, I confirmed that it was a crane.

I've seen this costume more than a hundred times, but today I suddenly felt a whole new feeling about it.

I realized that it was just right in terms of length, which means that it complemented my mother's figure, which complemented each other and created a sense of interest that I had never noticed before.

For example, the half-fine calves exposed under my robe revealed the shiny of fair skin in my slenderness, making people unable to help but think of such a moist and smooth touch.

After just one day, my significance to my mother's existence has changed a lot. I feel that I am so stupid and dull, and I don't know that there is such a charming and beautiful existence around me.

There is no need to say the sudden surge of excitement.

Another feeling in my heart made me feel that even though many things seem to return to ordinary daily life, what has happened has left a deep mark.

Some are irreversible and difficult to improve.

Mom, where did you buy this robe?I blurted out and asked.

I sold a house to a lady that made her very satisfied, and she gave it to me as a gift for thanking...well... Mom said.Good morning, Mai Mai.

Uh…good morning.After I said that, I felt embarrassed for no reason.

Thank you for taking care of me last night.Mom said.

A small matter.

Sorry for letting you see me like that...

I decided to try to ease the awkward atmosphere between me and my mom.

As a lady who is entering the twilight, your eyes are still shining and as bright as I said.

What are you thinking about?I mean the out-of-compulsive part of me drinking last night.After her mother finished speaking, she blinked her eyes and the frying shovel drooped from one of her hands.

oh?This is another embarrassing question for me.

Mom turned around again and had finished cooking bacon.The pancakes were piled up, and there was a purse fried egg next to them.

So my mother and I sat down and enjoyed breakfast together as usual, but neither of us spoke again.

My mother looked at me for a long time.

Somehow, she has been focusing on looking at my shoulders and chest.

She is the one who wants to break the silence first.

She said: There is no extra space in our living budget to do unnecessary things.Occasionally, all I'm talking about is that occasionally you need to buy something… meaningless.Occasional luxury is a reward for all the hard work you do.That's why I was moved by Maureen to pose as a model.

I understand that the income of the real estate industry is extremely unstable.

If you can't sell a house without performance, you have no source of income.

The market is not unilaterally controlled by brokers.

So, in a highly competitive market environment, smart brokers reserve some funds for a depression that may arrive without warning.

And, in those sluggish months, as a compromise to life, sometimes you may have to choose some part-time career.

For an adult woman you have the freedom to choose, I said.Moreover, you are not wrong.

But my kids saw me like that.Mom said.

I'm no longer a kid, mom, I complained.

No...you are not, Mom said, and looked at my chest again.When did you grow into a big, strong man?

When did you become a sexy and hot woman?I asked, and once again, I rushed out without thinking too much.

I'm not... that way.Mom said.

Didn't you notice when my three ignorant alumni chatted with us last night?I asked.

them?Mom almost sneered.Typical male face.They'll want to pounce on anything with tits.

That's right, I admit it.I think you're a little absent-minded.

Men are so disgusting!Mom suddenly roared.

This is a bit too harsh.I still insisted on my position.

No, nothing harsh.Mom put down the fork and looked at me.Maybe it's time now.

when?I asked.

You know, I never talked about your father.She said.

Now it was my turn to put down the fork in my hand.I couldn't help leaning forward.

I was always thinking about it, always waiting for a suitable opportunity, my mother said, frowned her brow.

But there never seems to be a time that makes me feel suitable.Maybe I should have finished this matter sooner.

Yes, I agree.I agree with my mom.

I bit my lip.

I shouldn't say anything more.

When my mother is talking, I should listen carefully. Moreover, this time it is not ordinary, and I should let her tell the whole story of this matter without any interference.

When I first became a high school student, my mother began to talk about how happy and excited I was back then.I am determined to be an excellent cheerleader.This was the only dream I was eagerly looking forward to at that time.For this goal, I practiced hard for many years, and finally I was successfully selected into the school team, and my dreams came true, just like what I expected.Many girls who have competed with me have become jealous of me for this, but what they reveal makes me even more proud.Unfortunately, I never thought that some of those girls would be so vicious. What hit me was far more than just disgust and despising me, they would do everything possible to make me fall into the abyss of failure.

I remained silent.So far, these descriptions seem to have no direct connection with my father, but my mother is obviously immersed in her memories of the past and continues to narrate her past.

At a grand celebration party, my mother paused for a moment and I saw her sigh softly.

A quarterback kept glancing at me to hint.He is a senior and a hot sports star in the academy.I was so flattered that he could condescend to come over and invite a small and humble freshman to dance and chat. You know, it made my mind confused and completely overwhelmed.I never drink alcohol, and I have always had a strong resistance to any alcohol.But I was completely unaware that those girls would tamper with some juices and incorporate "Everclear" (one of the world-recognized super horror spirits, banned from selling in many states in the United States).

I shook my head sadly, I had heard of Everclear.

Every college student should be familiar with it.

It's a cheap drink when you mix it with juice or love drinks.

I heard it is called Jungle Juice, and there are some other names.

As a notorious spirit brand, it has an alcohol concentration of 95°, but the real danger of Everclear is that it leaves you almost unaware of its taste, and you will drink them unknowingly until the intense attacks and it's too late.

They took me and the quarterback into a bedroom and helped him strip my clothes off.I have been rejecting all this, but my whole body doesn't listen to my orders at all.The quarterback kept saying that he loved me, pressed me to the bed, and took away my virginity.After that, an even more ugly scene happened, and the man told everyone to have sex together.He wants to have sex, and have sex more.He wouldn't be satisfied with fucking me just one girl, so those girls took off their clothes and took turns having sex with him. I didn't know anything about the next thing, and I had lost consciousness.My parents never talked to me about sex.I always think that sex can only have a relationship if you have to have a child.I think you should have heard people talk about it, too.Right?

I nodded, still unwilling to stop this unexpected and sudden torrent of information.

At that time, I understood very little, which also led to my pregnancy.At my extremely helpless moment, the bastard had no responsibility or responsibility, as if nothing had happened before and just left.His family is very rich, and his parents are also like femtos, and they threatened me that if I continue to insist that their son is the father of the child, they will sue me and my family for defamation.Also, that bastard also completely denied all this.He shamelessly claimed that he was still a virgin.

hateful.My murmuring was not meant to be said on purpose.But that's how it leaked out.

The dispute over this matter missed the opportunity to abort the baby.After that, my parents asked me to complete my studies at home.I don't know how to describe my true state of mind at that time.The result is that I have you.Then bury it over and keep moving forward, I told myself not to look back.My mother's voice also came to an abrupt end.

After a long time, I said to my mother: I would rather go to this world from the future than let my mother experience those hardships.If I could choose this way.

Mom looked at me and blinked her eyes a few times, as if she had just realized how much secret she had told me about her.

Is this also the reason why mom, you have never dated a man again?I asked guessingly.Mom leaned back on the chair.

There have been men seducing me and bad ideas for me.Mai Mai.They always do this.And they only want one thing, just like your father doesn't deserve the title of father.All they want is to obtain sex through the body of a woman.They don't care about what a woman wants, nor do they care about how what they do will affect a woman's life or even destroy her life.

Maybe not all men are as selfish as my father.I said softly.

You are not that kind of man, are you, Mai Mai?Please tell mom, you won’t fall in love with a girl, and then leave and abandon her.

Mom, I'm still a virgin.I said no one could be more shocked than when I admitted this moment, especially this sentence was said to my own mother!

Mom leaned forward, supported her elbows on the table, and covered her face with her hands.

What did I do?She sighed.

Nothing!I said, maybe the sound was too loud.You did nothing wrong, mom.

I ruined your life.Mai Mai.She said depressedly.

What?I asked.

Just because you are posing as a model in art class?That wouldn't ruin my life at all.If anything, the guys you met last night would make me a campus legend now.

What did you say?Mom's head raised.

I dare to guarantee you that they have already spread the news about how sexy a nanny I used to have and how I still have a close relationship with her.What's even more incredible is that I can still see her and copy her naked body now!I couldn't help but smile.

However, this is not funny.Mom said.

I know, I said, put away my smile and I became serious again.

But it didn't ruin my life either.I still love you.I just have more time to see his mother than an average son.

It sounds like you will continue to choose to take art classes?Mom was full of suspicion.

That's of course Ah.I replied.

Even if the model's candidate is... me?

No, this is not you, I explain further.This is my sexy nanny… remember?

Mom leaned back again and looked at me intently.He said slowly: Generally, children will not coax drunk nanny to bed.

Alas...I...I owe you...I don't know how to answer.

I woke up this morning naked and I was naked.Mom simply said clearly.

I thought you would sleep more comfortably.I tried to explain.

You've seen me naked.

If this is said, it would be true.

Isn't this... very strange?

There must be something strange about this, I said.But it's not because of what you did.

My mother started staring at me again for a while.

You are... a man after all.Mom said.

I will try hard.I suddenly made a joke.

Are you really a virgin?

This really caught me off guard and caught me off guard.

Are you really different from... other men?

Mom, I said as I reached out to pull her hand through the table.

You are treated unfairly.There is no doubt about this.It's true that many men are bastards.But this does not mean that all men are so despicable.There are also many good men outside.I am one of them because my mother taught me how to do it since I was a child.Many other mothers are also teaching their son how to be a good person.

Mai Mai is very cute.Mom said.

I am the man you created by yourself.I retorted.

So do you really don’t mind your mom continuing to act as a nude model and posing in styling postures?

Now I leaned back.My mother is very honest with me.But I at least owe her the same honesty.

In fact... no, I don't mind.

Why?

I owe my mom a candid and I should be honest with her, but that doesn't mean I can do it very easily.

Uh…I think a part of me, as the part that represents a man, appreciates you very much.I said your sexyness is beyond words. I am not joking. I am expressing my true feelings seriously.I'm not trying to be disrespectful to you.This is not something that can be measured by respect and disrespect.I just told the truth.At least from the model's nude body, posture and eyes, that's what I feel.

I see.Mom said.

Have you disappointed?I asked.

I don't know, she said.I have to think about this problem.I also have to think carefully about why I decided to pose like that.

Why?

I know what men think when they see me wearing clothes.I also know that when I take off my clothes, it will cause some degree of objectification of men, and I hate it.However, I did it anyway.You said at least some men don't just think about sex.Then you turn around and tell me you like to watch me like that…it’s that.This shows some problems, Mai Mai.

I'm indeed talking about a good man outside, mom.I have never said that they never consider the existence of sex.They just try to control themselves.Because they do care about women’s feelings.

So you have thought about it... and I have thought about it... Mom is a little hesitant.

I think since the conversation has reached this level, I should no longer hide or retain anything, I have indeed thought about it.This is a normal physiological reaction.

Mai Mai, I think... I think... you should not think of your mother from a sexual perspective... like this, like this.

You're right, I said.But then again, I'm not the first son to do so.

What do you mean?

So I told her what we learned in British literature class last semester.

We learn Sophocles's King of Ithypsah, in which Oedipus unexpectedly fulfills a prophecy that he will eventually kill his father and marry his mother.

I had to explain the whole story to my mother, and at the end I said that if these were written thousands of years ago, the notion that my son was confused by his mother was not new.

I also explain how Sigmund Freud thinks that these taboo emotions are actually common in reality in life.

I really wish I could have the opportunity to go to college, and when I calmed down, my mother expressed this emotion to me.

You can learn so much fascinating knowledge, broaden your horizons, and form your own unique ideas and insights.

You can only talk about each other. If you are not the person who is tested on all these test materials, it is indeed easy to express your views.I said with a little self-deprecating.

Then... my mother said with a look of desire to speak, looking straight at my chest like she had just now...If a mother always thought that her son was handsome, even... even sexy... it wouldn't be the end of the world?

I confirmed that I could hear clearly what my mother said without even a slight omission.

This is nothing more than a straightforward declaration of love. If I extend the meaning of my mother's words, I will be shocked by a little association.

My seminal vesicles sucked and spasmed.

I guess not.I said weakly.

That's good, she said.I feel much better now.Uh-huh.I have a house to see at eleven o'clock.I'd better prepare to set off.

In this way, the earthquake that shocked my spiritual world in the past twelve hours has calmed down.

But I never thought that most earthquakes are usually accompanied by aftershocks.

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If this is a fictional story made up on porn sites, the next chapter will be when my mother was taking a shower, either by chance or stumbled into the bathroom, or something like that, and then things went crazy, I had a fierce sexual relationship with her, or she was crazy asking for me, dissatisfied or something. This is not that kind of story.

Everything was as normal as usual for the next week, except that I kept trying to ask more about my dad from my mom’s mouth.

My alumni have also been trying to get more information from me about my former babysitter.

For example, where she lives and whether I have already had sex with her.

If you are a man, then you should know what kind of face a man has in this regard.

If you are a girl, believe me, you won't want to know.

I could ignore that part, but I couldn’t get rid of the scene where a bad gangster crawled onto a helpless cheerleader captain and forced her to rape her.

Two days later, while having breakfast, I asked again: So, mom, do you know where he is?

who?Mom asked knowingly.

That quarterback, I said.I just can't call him my father.

You won't want to see him, Mai Mai.She said.

Of course I don't want to see him, but I think, I want to kick the coward in the ass.I said.

Don't have anything to do with him, mom said.This has helped me for nineteen years.If you never look at him, you will be better off because of this.

I still want to clean up this music.I roared in a low voice.

Then I went to jail for intentional attacks on others?

I can wear a mask.I said.

Mai Mai, my baby, mom loves you so much.You are the only good thing for that man.So he's a bastard.So what?We used to not need him, and we still don't need him now.Don't let him become a regret that you can't get over in life.

Well, I mumbled.I'll try not to be so angry.I can think that he did me a favor after all.

oh?What's busy?Mom asked.

If he hadn't made you pregnant, I wouldn't have been here.If I weren't here, I would never see the sexy poses of my hot and enchanting mother on the podium.I grinned.

I'm not sexy, Mai Mai.Mom said angrily.

OK OK OK My mom is always so modest.But you are indeed so, I continue.

Like I said, my alumni are boiling because of your appearance, which also verifies that my point of view is correct.They will enjoy talking about anything about you.By the way, thank you for saving me with that nanny's kind lie.

How can this be considered a lie?Mom said.I started taking care of you when I was fifteen.

What book I've read that the best undercover police would forge their false identities based on a small piece of the truth, I said.Maybe you have the qualities to be a police detective.

I don't think so.OK, you should talk about the little guys talking about me.What did they all say?

Uh... forget it, there are some things that you don’t know are better than knowing it.I took a perfunctory tone and avoided not going deeper.

If I don't want to know, I can't make it better to ask you.Right?Although my mother said this, her voice showed a cold and indifferent tone, and her bones were full of disdain.

This attitude suddenly aroused my rebellious mentality unique to my youthful aura. I immediately decided to give my mother a surprise shock and make it back to this game.

Well, there is nothing else they have to say about other things. What they really make me feel a headache is my suspicion and questioning every day, just wanting to know if I have already had sex with you.

Mom blinked a few times and frowned. They want to know?Well, I don't want to know yet!She said.

So, I told you.I answered.

It's Ah, you reminded me.Mom said.But I still want to know.That's all?None?

I felt shocked, but I answered my mother's inquiry anyway.

They asked me if I knew where you live and if you were now married.Something like that.

So...how did you tell them?

Well, I didn't tell them that I was with you, nor did I tell them if I had sex with you.If that's what you really care about and worry about.I said.

Of course not, mom said.But what did you say to them?

Well, you met them that night, Don and Phil, and I want to know if I can introduce them to you for a better understanding.

You're kidding with your mom.They are just some brats!

That's what I told them Ah.I also told them that you like real men, not little sluts without any experience.

What did they say?

Mom, are you sure you are not interested in the boy?

Don't interrupt, what are they saying next?

That...well, what should I say... it's that Phil, who swears that he has a huge guy, guarantees that every woman with him can forget all the other men's existence and so on.Of course these are all childish and ridiculous nonsense of teenagers.These guys on our campus are more like your usual stereotype of men.

The word always is too absolute, my mother corrected me.

Although so far, I have not met the good men you mentioned.She frowned.But there are exceptions...except you.she added.

Well, they just like to exaggerate and I know they don't have more malice.They may add Everclear to your drink, just to get you in a good mood and get into the state better.They won't force others to do anything.Of course you will never be able to attend their party, so you can rest assured.

So, does this boy named Phil really have a big... penis?

It felt like a feather easily knocked me over to the ground.I can't believe my mother would ask me this in person.

Put away your weird expression.His size has nothing to do with me, and my mother said her explanation.

Maureen told me that she had been looking for boys toys... a male pet who was simple-minded, simple-minded, unentangled, and easy to control.Of course, capital is also indispensable.

Are you playing tricks on me?I gasped.

Now, you have grown up, and what your mother says sounds a bit sad.Don't make a fuss.

Isn’t Mrs. Gaskill already married?I still can't understand.

It's normal that you don't know the truth. Maureen has long been divorced because her ex-husband's affair and cheating is unfaithful to her. The reason why she still wears that wedding ring to this day is to resist her unpleasant pursuit.I'm not the only woman who thinks most men are inferior to those of pigs and dogs, Mai Mai.Maureen just wanted to have fun with a boy.Don't ask me why, either.

I won't ask, but I can be that boy to Mrs. Gaskil.This sentence slipped out of my mouth so easily.

Mom's face changed and suddenly screamed: No, no!You are not!

I wanted to argue with my mother about this, but I understood it more clearly.

My mom and I survived the difficulties.

The reason why we have come to this day depends entirely on our mutual dependence and spiritual support. In these years of rotation and alternating day and night, I have learned to identify the meaning behind my mother's different tones, and some of them are unquestionable.

Just like now her shouting is equivalent to never allowing, no argument is allowed, no negotiation.

Just now...sorry for my misunderstanding.Now let's answer this question that Mom had completely unexpectedly...I don't know if Phil really has a big guy.I don't have the habit of checking my alumni's penis, and that's my truth.

Was he one of the three boys that night?Mom asked.

I don't believe mom is reviewing my alumni and picking a boy toy for your friend.I still expressed my doubts about this directly.

This is not what I need at all, Mom said explicitly.I'm just collecting information that I might use to help friends one day.Don't misunderstand me in this matter.

I thought about it.

Yes, he was one of them and he said ‘Since you could see my naked body back then, I can see your naked body now, which is perfect’.He also said, ‘My little brother may not be much older than you did last time I saw it’.

Ah, yes, mom said.I remember.He shouldn't be as ridiculous as the other two brats.

Well, he's Phil.I said.

Is he right?Mom asked me.

About what?I said.

About how big your penis is.What my mother said was very straightforward.

I looked at my mother, and there was no smile on her face.

However, I still decided that this was a joke.

How many nineteen-year-old boys in this world have just been asked by their mother how big their penis is.

It must be a tiny number.

I'm not going to answer this question.I say this to maintain my dignity as much as possible.

This is for your own good.Mom said.

But why do you know this?I can't ignore it.

Because they are your alumni, your peers.You can't avoid it when you get mixed up with them, right?So they will affect you…how you behave.They are assholes.I don't want my son to be a jerk, too.

They are just venting their emotions, hormones that they cannot place.I explain further.Usually they are all good people.

I'm sure Rodney thought he was just venting his emotions when he raped me.Mom said, her voice was very peaceful.

Now I know that my biological father is Rodney.

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This week continues.

When I went to class, I could almost forget the true identity of the woman sitting in the love seat. Her face sometimes showed a seductive charm, sometimes with a provocation from people who had experienced it, and also with the fatigue of coming and going like passers-by.

This began to become more and more like a dream.

Then it was a Friday morning again. My mother was wearing a light blue jacket and looked cool and beautiful, and was about to set out to sell the house to her customers.

When I came in, she had just finished her small bowl of cereal porridge.

I kissed her cheek briefly and my mother said: I have to go out to work.See you at night?

These are some normal and ordinary conversations, and they are also in a normal and ordinary environment.

These words appear every morning in millions of home kitchens, and they are only literal in context and meaning, and no one will find anything complicated to think about.

But for me now, they are indeed different from the past.

The feeling that these simple conversations have in my heart is extremely complicated.

Because on that night, Friday night, I will see my mother seeing all of her.

This alone produces various reactions similar to the kind of expectation and joy that many children feel on Christmas Eve.

And the way my mother speaks is what really makes me excited about.

It seems that when you see these three words at night, you will understand its wonderful meaning when you need to use my translation and convert them into my own language: I want you to come, look at me tonight, when my jade body is full of fragility and loneliness.Although I was bound to do this by contract, I was really waiting there to be a good posture for you alone.

I know.

Most people would say that the meaning of her conversation was the most ordinary of the other millions, which was completely out of the irrelevant absurd fantasy in my completely out of control.

But I truly felt the hidden thoughts of those thoughts that can only be understood but not conveyed.

Maybe it was my mother staring into my eyes when she said these words; or her body's inadvertent subtle posture.

And the point I have read in some books that 70% of human communication methods are actually achieved through body language, rather than through verbal conversation.

Donald Trump's border fence can't stop me.I said.

(Trump's border fence is: Trump Wall. What Mai Mai said here is actually a joke. How can a wall that does not exist at all stop him? Of course, this is how I understand this sentence. If I understand the mistake, I will not be responsible).

clever.Mom said.

I have to admit that I was restless and unsteady all day long; I couldn't concentrate on listening.

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I arrived at the lab a little earlier on foot and everything seemed exactly the same as the previous week.

No one showed any unusual attitude towards me, and it was no different from the previous week.

On the contrary, I don’t know what I’m looking forward to inexplicably, but on the surface I also pretend to be the same casual as everything here, inconspicuous, and generally exists in a corner of the laboratory.

However, when I stood in front of the easel and waited for my mother to come and take off her clothes, I began to feel that strange little secret stimulation suddenly became clear and three-dimensional. I was familiar with this female model... I lived under the same roof with this female model.

I know she has caused a very strong sexual desire in other people.

But all they can do is look at her, capture her and depict her on the canvas as much as they can, leaving behind an image of her moment of radiance...

But that night she and I would sleep in the same house.

Mrs. Gaskil showed no difference either.

She was as beautiful and intoxicating as last time, but tonight she tied her hair into a ponytail like my mom.

She was wearing a loose sweatshirt, but it didn't weaken her sexy aura at all.

I wonder if the man who betrayed and lost this woman forever was an idiot.

The answer is obvious.

Then my mom came out slowly, throwing her gown aside and posing in her pose.

She first looked straight into my eyes, then her gaze gradually flew over my face and drifted into the distance.

I outlined the lines on the canvas and I kept recalling her appearance.

As I said before, I know she is thirty-four years old.

When she was fifteen, the quarterback got her pregnant.

She had already celebrated her birthday before I celebrated.

People may not think so, but your first birthday is actually the day when your mother squeezes you out of her uterus and pushes you into the world, the day you are actually born.

This is actually your birthday.

Most people think that a celebration in a year is your first birthday, but that is not the case.

You only have one real birthday.

You may spend the rest of your life celebrating the day, but you are not actually celebrating your birthday.

terribly sorry.

I'm off topic.

But in short, strictly speaking, my mother is not a qualified material for being a mature cougar.

Cougar refers to an older woman with extensive sexual experience who likes to have sex with young men.

To copy my mother from the interpretation level of this definition, I think she has neither rich sexual experience nor is she looking for signs of a relationship of eating tender grass.

Mrs. Gaskill sounds like a cougar, and it is a reasonable judgment based on my mom’s statement.

But looking at my mother, leaning there in a completely sexy way, showing her own clear porcelain white body, looking like an offering placed on the altar, making my mind vague and let the flames of lust float.

I wish I could hook up with Mrs. Gaskil immediately and throw her onto the bed without hesitation.

I don't have any experience with sex, really, but isn't that the point?

A woman who knows how to please a woman can teach a lot of ways to give a rookie like me, and I really want to please a woman.

My alumni just wanted to get out of the situation and let their hardness go on, but I wanted a woman to look at me like the model on the podium looked at me.

I want a woman to long for my attention, and can’t wait to come, enjoying the feeling of my hands touching her skin.

I want a woman to kiss me anxiously without getting drunk.

Of course, there is also another thing I want a woman to welcome me into her inner world and accept my seeds as a precious gift.

If you think about it carefully, it would not be so beautiful if I was with Mrs. Gaskil.I need to make a promise.I want a lifelong companion.I want a woman who is willing to be my child's mother.

This reminds me of the difference between school and work.

I'm learning how to put out a fire and save lives.

I will do this one day.

Mrs. Gaskill could teach me like a class-teaching college how to be a man who can attract the kind of woman I’m looking for.

OK, that's all for tonight.The voice of the woman I imagined would teach me all the sexual knowledge came.

I looked at my watch.Where did you go this night?Then I looked at the paper on my easel.

oh!When did I do it?When did I do these things?

I felt someone close to my shoulders and turned to find Mrs. Gaskil there.Her eyes were staring at my painting and then turned toward myself.

Good job, Mrs. Gaskill said.Maybe you really understand the characteristics of this model.The corners of her mouth slightly raised, which gave me a little sweet smile.

There is nothing to be delayed this evening.I cleaned up and walked towards the exit of the building, looking forward to my mother appearing there.However, she was not there.

I don't know what to do.

We came separately, of course, I could also return home in the same way.

But I want to wait for her.

As I was walking there, I heard some noise and looked at the streets.

I couldn't help but say aloud.

Three sluts were walking towards me.