[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

“Stop it! Smelly!” She protested again.

“No baby, you smell really good.” I said as I felt the blood rushing to my little brother as it gently prodded the empty space between her butt cheeks. How nice if I could pull her panties down and put my cock inside of her there and then? Sex by the beach?

“Are all of you men like this?” She stammered.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I broke off the embrace, “It’s just that you smell really good. I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

Feeling this is as good a time as any, I tried to probe and ask more “intimate” questions.

“What do you mean by that? Other men? How many men you already had?” I asked, “The guy with that air stewardess wife?”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?” She said, sounding hurt.

“The sexy kind,” I said. “I mean, a guy with an air stewardess wife can still bring you out in his car and spend time with you. This means you are more attractive than his wife. Means you sexier than an air stewardess.”

“Stop it!” That seems like Destinee’s catchphrase.

“I mean,” I pushed my point further, “if you were not attractive, would he waste his time on you? What car does he drive? Is it bigger than mine?”

“I don’t know much about cars. It’s a different shape. Higher.”

“You mean like a SUV or maybe a MPV?” I probed further. I wanted to scout out the “competition”.

“I don’t know much about cars, Serfly.” She said, “But yours is comfortable enough. And you are a safe driver. I feel safe when I am inside your car.”

After much to-and-fro, I gathered that this guy was some property manager or housing agent while his wife was an air stewardess who’s usually away on long haul flights so he’s left alone with his daughter. I guess he tried playing the “lonely, single father” card with Destinee, bringing his daughter along when he went on dates with Destinee.

“He told me he would want me to teach his daughter when she was older.” She said. In my heart, I was trying to second-guess what this guy trying to do? It was always a good idea to bring children along for a date – a hell of a great way to show the lady what a responsible father he would make and turn on the lady’s “maternal instincts” but If he were still married, wasn’t he afraid that his would rat on him? Based on Destinee’s description, the daughter was barely in primary school; this was the true age of innocence – won’t be able to tell a lie if their life depended on it!

She went on to tell me how this guy would put his hand on her knee as he drove his car; their dates at various condos dotted around Singapore; how he would pick her up and they would go on picnics by the seaside and all the various other activities they enjoyed together. Sounds like a scumbag trying to get into her pants to me.

“Sounds like a nice guy,” I said. “You should ask him to choose between you and his not so pretty air stewardess wife. And since her daughter likes you so much, she can be your stepdaughter; buy one, get one free. So good!”

“What are you talking about? He’s a married man. I’ve stopped going out with him already. I want a serious relationship; I don’t want to be someone’s mistress.”

“But, usually the mistress is more beautiful than the wife,” I offered, “so that means you got what it takes to become that third party. Anyway, do you have photo of the wife? Let me be the judge to that.” I tried my luck; if this guy was fucking around, maybe I could seek his wife out and try my luck with her – usually cuts both ways, right?

“Why would I have a photo of his wife?” Destinee retorted. “And now what am I to you? You want to go after somebody’s wife?”

I recalled Harry Truman’s famous line, “if you cannot convince them, confuse them”. And, if you cannot do either, if it’s a girl, give her a hearty hug and tell her that she means the world to you, and you said the things that you said cos you were lost and confused, and you did not know what to do cos you afraid that you would lose her forever.

It worked.

The remainder of the night went on uneventfully and I dropped her off at her bus stop again.

“Did the property guy also drop you off here, or did he and his daughter see you to your door? Maybe give kiss before telling you good night?” I asked as I neared her drop off point.

“Stop it!” There was that famous catchphrase. “I didn’t let him pick me up from my students’ place; neither did I let him drop me off at my bus stop.”

“So, he dropped you off at the side of the road? Like he was driving half way and then he open the door and then he asked you to get out?” I pushed my luck further.

“No la,” she giggled, “I told him my parents very strict so he dropped me at the MRT station.”

Satisfied with the answer, I reached over and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Like this should be considered gentleman, right?

She blushed. “Message me later when you reach home ok?” She turned, opened the door and alighted from my car. She looked both ways, as if to see anybody was trailing her and then shuffled in the direction of some blocks of flats.

Strict parents? Perhaps she was the one cheating on her husband, I thought.