Friday, 5 December 2014

My bet with my colleague - part 1

I work in a small office in the industrial park near Tai Seng. 

The small office of 20 staff is a close knit one and I must have accumulated quite a bit of good karma in my previous life to have a good boss. 

It’s my longest staying job thus far and for the past 4 years since I joined, no one left. My co-workers come to work at 8.30 sharp with a smile on their faces and most will leave before 8pm with an even broader smile. 

Perhaps it’s because my boss Mr Chan would personally chase everyone out of the office at 8pm. 

I remembered it was probably my first month in the office when one evening he tapped me on my shoulder at 8pm and said. 

Mr Chan : There is more to life than work. 

That remark has never left my head since that day he chased me away from my desk. 

In terms of pay benefits, we are perhaps a little less than 5%-8% lower than our peers but no one complained.

We’re a happy bunch of workers and even though there are some politics at play, it was nothing compared to what I’ve seen in some of the bigger offices. 

Aside from a happy work life, I was the envy of quite a few male colleagues when I got to share a cubicle with one of the prettiest, spunkiest girl in the team. 

Her name is Joan. 

Now Joan is probably one of the best dresser in the office. She’s got an eye for colours and matching her outfits nicely with accessories. It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple pants and work top, or a skirt with long sleeve blouse, I’ve even see her in berms and slippers one rainy day, she looks stylish and cool. 

Yes, she looks hot too. 

I’ve been secretly thanking the tropical weather in Singapore ever since the first time I saw Joan step into office in shorts and slippers about 6 months after I joined the company.

My mouth literally gapped open when she settled into the cubicle with her damp clothes and started to dry her legs. 

Most people usually have tissues in their cubicles but for me, I have a preference for using kitchen towels. 

Yes those standing rolls of towels you use in the kitchen. 

I prefer the thicker feel of the paper pulp. 

That rainy morning, Joan put down her bag, opened her umbrella to air it at the empty space behind our desk and came straight over to my seat. She reached for my kitchen towels and without a word, started pulling and unrolling a good amount of them. 

Joan : The rain is crazy today….. totally drenched… 

I was fighting to peel my eyes away from her top that was partially plastered against her flat tummy. The damp smell of wet fabric reminded me of wet laundry.

As she ripped off a length, she spoke a little louder towards Mr Chan’s office. 

Joan : Boss…… we need a sheltered linkway from our office to the bus stop.

My Chan look up from desk and came out of the office, coffee in hand. 

Mr Chan : What was that again ? 

Joan turned towards Mr Chan, angling her body about 25 degrees to her right but keeping her legs firmly anchored to the carpeted floor beside me. Her left feet twisted slightly off the floor, if she had a golf club, I guess she’s ready to swing. 

I felt a bit of reaction in my pants as I watch Joan run the towel up the side of her legs as she spoke, absorbing the droplets of rain from her hairless legs. 

I thought they looked a little shiny but it had to be the lighting, or my eyes must be playing tricks on me. 

Joan : I said…. We need a sheltered linkway …. To the bus stop. 

Mr Chan nodded before saying he’ll call the prime minister and talk to him about it in a nonchalant manner. Another colleague , Amy, sitting opposite Joan threw a ball of tissue at her. 

Amy : Don’t be a bimbo early in the morning Joan… 

There was some giggles before everyone got back to work. 

Joan thanked me for the towels before adding a little loudly. 

Joan : Thanks for the towels James…… and stop looking at my legs. 

A few immediate wooooss…. And wahhss….and a rather audible ‘ pervert ’ sounded out from the rest of the colleagues. 

Joan laughed and threw a ball of used towels at me. 

That was the general atmosphere of the office I work in. 

We laughed, we joked and we get things done. 

Joan and I worked closely on quite a few projects and we got closer as colleagues. Perhaps it’s because we both love to read.

There was once we tried to eat snake together after a meeting ended early and we ended up at a bookstore. 

We were at separate sections browsing different books for a good 2 hours before we decide to head back to office. 

Yes we are close, but not to the stage that we’re dating, not that I mind. The thing is Joan is not available.

Joan’s in a relationship for a long time, attached to her boyfriend since her days in NUS. 

It’s at least a 10 year relationship by my estimates. 

Sometimes I would tease her asking if she’s ever getting married. 

James : Eh Joan…. Turning 30 liao you know….. Ah… Thomas haven proposed yet ah ? 

She’ll usually shoot me a sideway glance and if anything was within her reach, she would throw it at me. 

Joan : Tsk…. Don’t kaypo can……. I already very sad liao… 

She added with a sad frown. 

Joan : That day this kid called me auntie…… what the hell…. Haha… 

James : Aiyah…. Tell Thomas he don’t propose soon… I’ll propose liao ah… 

Joan laughed and replied. 

Joan : yah la.. yah la… You always say that… 

She turned and gave me a haughty glance that oozes and scream slut no matter how you look at it before looking at the direction of my privates. 

Joan : Wait till you grow some pubic hair first ok ? James ? hahah . 

I laughed. 

Well, Joan is 4 years older than me but you would not be able to tell that from her looks definitely. 

She still looked like a fresh grad who just joined the workforce not too long ago. 

She may be 4 years older than me, but I’m exactly 4 cm taller than her at 1.7m. 

Her eye lashes are naturally long, and she has a habit of blinking a couple of times when she looks at you for a favour. That big round eyes and the moving lashes coupled with her biting her lips was enough to make everyone give in to her in the office. 

Since I was one of her closer colleagues, I would always tell her off, adding that she looked exactly like the porn star from the Jap av I downloaded when she does that. 

She would usually give me a sweet coy look, blink a couple times more before showing me the finger. 

Sometimes it amazes me how different Joan can behave depending on circumstances and the people she interact with. 

She came from a good school and a strict family background,she struck me as someone prim and proper, yet she’s so at home whenever she’s talking with those uncle contractors or ah beng vendors. 

Joan : Wah lao eh…. Knn… uncle Tong… don’t tiao kang jiak wa leh….. this is different from the sample you submitted. Buay swee lah… 

I simply cannot imagine hearing something like this from a girl who came from RGS.

On the other end of the spectrum, I’ve heard her challenged a unreasonable client citing contract clauses that I don’t even realise existed in a manner that’s even more professional that the lawyers conducting themselves in court sessions. 

Joan can be a typically ah lian if she chose to, she can change her tone to a spunky chic party girl if she wanted , and when it’s time to be professional and firm, her demeanour left everyone in no doubt that she meant business. 

This is Joan for you. 

Her naturally firm and full B rack and long shapely legs made her one of my regular masturbation targets. 

Needless to say, I fantasised quite a bit about her.

January 4th , 2013 


Joan is a January baby and her birthday falls on the 4th. More than hand the office was on leave since it was the 1st week of the new year. 

Joan too was supposed to be on leave that day and I was surprised to see her turn up at work.

My section was empty, the closest colleague is at least 5-6 m away facing in a different direction. Thinking that no one would appear since I’m right at the corner of the office, I had sammyboy forum on full screen. 

I was happily browsing the pictures and reading the stories online when I felt a smack across the back of my head. 

I honestly felt my balls shrank to the size of a pea and I quickly closed the window and stood up. 

The moment I turned around, I saw Joan with her eyes wide opened with her hands on her hips. 

I wanted to speak but I could only managed some mumbling I could not even make out myself. 

James : Ermmm..berummm…iwasnmmmm 

Joan made a gesture of trying to smack me again which caused me to dodge but she did not follow through with her action. 

I saw her powered up her PC before she went to the pantry to get her coffee. 


James : Hey… I thought you’re on leave ? 

Joan : Well… just feel very sian… 

James : Oh. I almost forgot. 

I took a new roll of kitchen towel and scribbled happy birthday on it before passing it to Joan. 

James : Nah…. Happy birthday…

She laughed and accepted my gift with both hands and a slight bow. 

Joan : Thank you, James. I’ll need this… haha. 

I was about to ask how is she celebrating her birthday when she took a look around us before sitting back down. What happened next completely caught me off guard. 

I saw her beautiful face scrunched up, her eyes watered and she started to cry. 

I felt my balls shrink again, probably to the size of a sesame seed as I struggled to understand what was going on. 

It was those silent sobbing, she sobbed so hard her body shook. There was hardly any sound coming from her but her tears flowed freely. 

In the back of my head, I wanted to crack a silly joke that went something like , 

“ Are you that sad you turned 31 ? “

I was glad I kept my mouth shut because Joan got off her chair and sat down on the carpeted floor before struggling to talk. 

It was a soft sobbing mumble but I manage to make out what she was trying to say. 

Joan : Thomas and I broke up 2 days ago…. 

Her head was lowered and she buried herself in her hands and she sobbed away. 

I stood up and checked the immediate surroundings before joining her on the floor. 

I gently nudge her shoulder and gave them a squeeze. 

I did not disturb her for a good 15 minutes, allowing her to release her pent up emotions as much as she could. 

I helped her up to the chair when I saw she was trying to get up. 

James : I’ll… I’ll bring you another cup of coffee. The old one cold liao.. 

I went to the pantry and got her a fresh cup of coffee before heading back to the cubicle. 

I passed her the cup of coffee and I immediately pursed my lips hard, pressing them together. 

I sat down on my seat and my hands squeezed the sides of the handle so hard it turned my knuckles white. 

Joan : Sorry… I know it’s very silly…. Go ahead… laugh at me… 

She dried her tears before going on. 

Joan : As my cubicle mate, I was expecting at least some sympathy from you James…. Not this… 

I kept really quiet and just stared on. I was really trying to calm myself down. 

Joan : It’s my birthday after all…. Can’t you just be a little nicer to me… 

She came forward and smack me on my thigh and added. 

Joan : Stop it…. I just ended a relationship… what you’re doing is very rude.. 

I took a deep breath and replied.

James : I’m… sorry…

That was all I managed before I had to purse my lips again. 

Joan : I don’t get what’s so funny James… you’re quite a heartless chap….. I was still about to ask if you’re still considering proposing to me…. 

James : I’m….sorry Joan… 

I could not hold it any longer and I let loose a short burst of giggling. 

It was a genuine giggle that centred around something funny. 

Joan gave a sigh before turning away from me. 

What Joan spoke next was the beginning of a very interesting journey for the both of us. 

It was our very first wager as colleagues. 

Joan : I bet you would not be able to make me laugh today. … 

I replied immediately. 

James: What are we betting on ? haha. 

I felt quite sorry for Joan when I heard her speak. I could really feel the sourish sadness when I heard her reply.

Joan : I’ll buy you dinner lor….. since I’m probably going to be alone for my birthday. 

I replied almost immediately 

James : You are on.. 

I left the cubicle and I went to borrow another colleague’s mirror she had on her desk and brought it back to Joan. 

The moment I handed it to her, she burst out laughing, spitting saliva and letting loose some mucus at the same time. 

Joan : Hahaha…..idoit… 

I handed Joan some wet tissues for her to clean up her face. It turns out the marker I used to scribble Happy birthday on the kitchen towels smudge all over her when she used them to dry her tears. 

It was not too bad, she just had dark smudges of black all over her face and it was really quite a funny sight. 

James : So…. Did I win the bet ? 

Joan laughed. 

After a few seconds later, she nodded her head. 

I smiled. 

Joan composed herself shortly after and demanded another bet. She’s not someone who takes losing lightly. 

Joan : James …. I bet I can make you cry during dinner. 

I laughed and shook my head. 

James : No way… 

She just laughed and asked if I’m taking up the bet. 

James : Sure….. what are we betting on ? 

Joan smirked and shot me a sideway glance. 

Joan : Winner gets to slap the loser. 

I guess given her lousy mood, she really needed to vent her frustration out on someone that day. 

Well, at least I get to have dinner with Joan. 

I agreed. 


We took a cab to Jalan Kayu and when I saw Joan approach the restaurant that serves buffalo wings, I knew what she was up to. 

We took a seat, ordered beer and Joan ordered half a dozen of really intense buffalo wings for each of us. 

I could already see the smirk on her face as she sipped her cold beer. 


We were just chatting casually when her phone rang. She mentioned that it was Thomas and she needed to take the call. I saw her get up and leave and I immediately called the service staff. 

I ordered a small dessert and requested for a candle and the staff nodded knowingly. 

I requested that he change my wings to one which is really mild and briefly told him that we’re just having a friendly wager. 

He smiled and nodded before disappearing into the kitchen. 


Joan came back in and said Thomas called to wish her Happy birthday. 

James : You ok ? … 

Joan : I would be after I get to slap you later .. haha. 

I smiled and kept quiet. 


The wings arrived and we started eating. 

Now I pretended to take a deep breath and I gobbled up my wings fast. I pretended to clench my teeth and just gobbled and gobbled. 

I finished my 6 wings in no time as I watch Joan struggled with her 2rd wing. 

Joan downed her beer and when I was about to reach for mine, she snatched it away from me and started drinking from it. I pretended to hold one and clench my teeth, but I was definitely nowhere near crying.

At 7.15pm, the victor is clear and I cannot wipe the smirk off my face whereas Joan cannot stop sulking. 

Her sulk turned to a smile when I asked for the dessert to be served and Joan thanked me for the small surprise. 

Joan got the bill as agreed and I offered to send her back to her place in Sengkang. 

Right when I reach the foot of her block, she turned towards me and took a deep breath and mumbled at the same time. 

Joan : Don’t believe my day can get any worse than this… 

She offered the side of her face towards me and looked away. 

I know you must be thinking that was the que for a kiss, a romantic gesture to end the day. I could be a gentleman, bla bla bla….. Perhaps a new beginning for James, but no. 

James is not a gentleman. 

A slap is a slap. 

I lifted up my right hand and off it went. 

Smack ! 

Joan’s eyes widen in surprised and she was lost for words. I quickly ran before she could recover her consciousness. 

I got a good distance of 8-9 meters between us before I turned and saw Joan rubbing her left butt cheek and laughing at the same time. 

I got another 4-5 meters away before I heard Joan scream at me, laughing at the same time. 

I got to the side of the road to hail a cab and I could still see Joan standing at the void deck looking at me. My phone rang shortly after and I answered. 

It was Joan. 

Joan : Hahaha… you chicken you… run so fast. Haha. 

James : Haha.. that’s a really firm and toned….behind… I must say. 

Joan : Go and die .. haha… 

James : Haha…. Cab’s here, half a good rest. 

Joan : Goodnight James…. Thanks for the evening. 

James : Goodnight Joan… 

At 11.30pm that evening. I received an sms from Joan 

Joan sms : Are you up for another bet ? 

James sms : Bring it on…


The very next day, I received a message that is so brutal that it made me laugh out loud.

Joan sms :

“Hi James… I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I need someone to accompany me and make me smile. Do not for a moment think you stand a chance. You are just a stand in replacement till I find someone. PS : I am a very selfish person. You can choose to ignore this message. Joan “

I laughed and almost choked on my soya bean drink that morning when I saw Joan’s message.

I wanted to draft a reply but the next message came through.

Joan sms : Can you spend this afternoon with me ?..... and just agree to go along with everything I want to do …

And the next one followed suit.

Joan sms : I’m a in foul mood, i bet……. you would surely say ‘no’ to me before the day is over.

I sipped and drained my drink and the 4th message came through.

Joan sms : I bet…. 2 x slap…

I smiled and replied.

James sms : Can we be more civilised ?

Joan replied almost immediately.

Joan sms : 3 x slap

1 minute later

Joan sms : 4 x slap

Another minute later

Joan sms : 5 x slap

James sms. Ok… ok… I get the drift… Where do we meet ?

Joan wanted to meet for lunch so we arranged to meet in town at City Hall station at 12.30pm.

I was feeling pretty happy to be meeting Joan no matter how you want to view this date. Yes, you can say I’m silly, it’s a one sided affair and so on and so forth.

It doesn't matter to me.

A date, is a date, is a date.

I had a shower, got changed and took the train down to town at 11.30am. I was early and I got to city hall at 12.10pm

It’s my first official date after all and I have no intention of being late.

I was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. I took a short stroll around the underground mall before heading back to the station at 12.25pm.

When I saw Joan exit the gantry, I burst out laughing from where I stood.

It was one of the few times in my life I was left speechless and I just want to smile and giggle.

It seemed she has already started on her self-destructive behaviour.

She was wearing a simple pair of shorts, nothing too short, just mid-thigh pants that’s grey in colour. She had on a crumpled white t-shirt with absolutely no prints on it. Her hair looked like she just work up from a nap and they were tied up with a red rubberband.

Those red rubber band you get when you take away chicken rice.

She had no expressions on her face and she had no bags. Her only possession was her phone and a wallet she carried.

I can hear the muted slapping of her slippers as I watch her come towards me.

Joan : How ? Ugly right… unglam right…no wonder I got dumped. … i deserve it..

She started a slew of self-depreciating comments and I just kept quiet, allowing her to go on.

Joan : You can go back you know… if you find it embarrassing to walk beside me.

Truth is, I still find Joan beautiful despite seeing her in her market clothes.

There was no makeup, no fancy clothes, no need for branded bags. Her skin is naturally radiant , it’s evident that she took care of them.

Her hair may look a little puffy and messy but there is no hiding the fragrance of shampoo and the silkiness of its texture.

Her T-shirt may be crumpled, but they fit nicely on her body frame. Her pants may look like something you wear to the wet market but her bottom filled it up properly.

The cheap market slippers she was wearing that day only served to show me how nicely manicured her nails were.

Secretly I laughed at my observations.

Perhaps it’s true they say beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.

I chose my words carefully before speaking.

James : Eh… you going wet market ah…

She gave me a look that made me reconsidered making any other snide remark.

She just gave a sigh, linked arms with me and we started walking.

Joan : yah.. I feel like an auntie…

Almost immediately when our hands touched, Joan started going on again.

Joan : I’m just using you James…. I know you are angry…. you feel the world is unfair… I’m a jerk… but too bad…. This is the way things are going…..

Before she could go on further, I quickly asked about our lunch plans.

James : What do you feel like eating ?

She shrugged her shoulders.

In the end, Joan could not make up her mind, in the end, we bought snacks, drinks and we ate as we shopping along the underground mall.

She was chirpy and talkative for a moment, then she sank back down to an awkward silence, then for no apparent reason, she would make some silly jokes.

Then came a barrage of attempts to make me say ‘no’ to her.

I make sure I considered my reply carefully and I constructed my sentences cautiously, leaving her in no doubt that I’m not falling for her tricks.

Joan tried to appear cheerful again after failing to trip me.

I feel bad for her, it’s got to be pretty sucky to pretend that you are alright when you are not.

It’s such a long relationship, it’s not possible to have a clean break.

We passed by one boutique and Joan just pass me the yogurt drink she was drinking and went in to take a look.

I saw her checking out this khaki coloured pants before talking to the sales staff.

It’s a stylish 3/4 cropped pants with no prints.

After a 3 minute chat, she went to the cashier, paid for the pants and went straight into the dressing room.

I took a quick look around and I could not resist but take a sip of Joan’s drink.

I felt the soft cold slush of her drink slide down my throat and I tried to imagine tasting her saliva.

She came out shortly after and asked for the tags to the pants to be cut off.

Joan was facing me as she turned around to allow the staff to cut off the tag and I gave her a thumbs up, signalling that she looked good.

She gave a smile and went back to the changing room to retrieve her old pants.

She placed them in the paperbag and we resumed shopping.

Joan : Better ?

I took another look and replied.

James : Hmmm… upgraded from wet market to Sheng Siong.

She laughed and ignored me.

I assumed she would want me to carry her bags for her but I was pleasantly surprised.

I offered to do it and was rebuked by Joan .

Joan : You’re my date James….not my slave… I can carry my own bag.

With that, she linked arms with me again and we continued our shopping trip.

To be honest, I was rather keen in getting my hands on the pants she changed out off.

After a short walk, Joan ducked into another boutique, this time coming out with this white off shoulder top. She let the soft fabric dropped naturally down her left shoulders, exposing her bra strap.

When she linked arms with me again, she shot me another look, as if she’s waiting for my remark and I did not disappoint her.

James : Ok… upgraded to NTUC.

She smiled and dragged me 20 steps forward to a shoe shop.

10 minutes later, Joan was taller than me.

A simple pair of casual heels propped her up slightly and she gave me this slanty eye look deliberately over her bare left shoulders when she’s a couple steps in front of me and I knew I had to reply her.

James : NTUC finest…

I saw her shoulders slouched and shivered and she laughed.

She slowed down and waited for me to catch up to her before we linked arms again.

Before we knew it , we were already done with the entire underground mall, coming out onto marina square. Joan passed by this accessories shop and she picked out the elegant hair clip adorned with a silver butterfly.

With a few deftly moves, she tidied up her hair and brushed back a couple of stray fringes.

James : Joan…

Joan : Yah ? ….

James : Ntuc finest is the most expensive market I’ve ever shopped at…. I don’t know any others liao. ….

She laughed out loud and for the first time that day, I believed she forgot about the unpleasant breakup with Thomas.


Joan excused herself to the washroom and while waiting for her outside, I saw this beautiful shawl in one of the boutique.

I parted with $50 for a piece of cloth albeit with a nice batik floral prints. I’m guessing it’s something Joan would like.

I slipped it into one of her bags I was holding for her while she’s in the ladies.

We continued our window shopping, chatting, going into awkward silence, chatting again, going quiet again.

We stopped for coffee at Suntec at around 2.30pm and I could tell Joan was starting to slip back into her depressed mode.

James : Hey… Joan….

I snapped my fingers to get her attention.

Joan kicked me with the pointed part of her heels and asked what I wanted.

Truth is I already ran out of conversation topics. That was our first so call date afterall, there’s only so much I can say and ask without being too intrusive.

Add on to the fact that I was so careful with choosing my words, Joan kind of given up trying to trick me into saying ‘no’

I knew I had to get her mind away from thinking about Thomas and a naughty idea came into my mind when I saw the lingerie shop nearby.

James : Hey…. You changed most of your clothes…. What about the lingerie…

I gave her a really cheeky smile and she made an action of splashing the coffee at me.

Joan took a look at the lingerie shop a distance away before going back to sipping her coffee.

She must have thought of something stupid too because I could tell she suddenly got excited and drained her drink.

Joan : Drink up.. quick…

I too drained my drink and got up after Joan.

When I saw her heading towards the lingerie shop, I wanted to rub my hands in glee.

The only thought I have in my head is,

“Hoe Seh Liao “

As we entered, the sales staff greeted us with a smile and left us alone. I was excited of course, I cannot remember the last time I entered a lingerie shop. Probably many years back with my ex.

The array of bras, the lacy undies, the sexy pyjamas, the dim lights. The mood is just right.

And i’m linking arms with Joan shopping for lingerie, what more do you want from life ?

Joan browsed around and I saw her select a few undies. I don’t know why, but I instantly had an erection when she asked me if the prints were nice.

The sales staff brought over a small basket and I held on to it for Joan.

After selecting a few undies, Joan picked out some bras too.

I could see my dick straining to be let loose as I watch her fingers flip and feel the texture of the bra cups and lace trimmings.

I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming.

When we head over to the cashier, Joan said she could not make up her mind on 2 design for the undies and she asked which one I preferred.

I picked the boyshort with the cheesy leopard prints and black lace.

James : This looks interesting.

Joan took a closer look and asked if I’m sure.

Joan : Sure ?

I could see the counter staff breaking into a smile. She must be envy of us, a sweet couple discussing about lingerie.

I nodded eagerly.

You must have guessed by now that I’m already thinking of what to say at the back of my mind.

Is Joan going to wear it for me ?

Is she going to change into it after paying for them ?

There are tons of hotels nearby, maybe it’s my lucky day.

As I watch Joan gathered up the items for payment, I was a little cautious, I felt like she would definitely make me pay for her lingerie purchases.

This was always the case in movies isn’t it ?

Girl shops, guy pay, and so on and so forth.

I was wrong.

Joan paid for her purchases without batting an eyelid.

She already had her card out.
I moved away from the counter to check out some sleep wear when I noticed Joan and the sales staff looking at me.

Then the staff giggled and nodded her head before disappearing into the back.

My spider senses were tingling. I could feel the hair at the back of my neck standing.

Something was wrong.

The staff appeared barely 2 minutes later and added something to the pile of items Joan picked.

Joan turned towards me and gave me a smile.

After her purchases were packed, Joan came out and I kind of playfully nudge her to a corner.

I asked her in a hushed voice.

James : Do you really like the leopard print undies I chose ?

Joan answered me in a nonchalant manner.

Joan : Yes. ..

James : So…... You going to wear it ?

She replied naturally

Joan : Yes.

I could feel my heart thumping and I asked my final question.

James : You changing into them now ?

Joan smiled and replied.

Joan : Yes…

Words cannot describe my feelings at that point in time.

I watch Joan disappear into the ladies and reappear 5 minutes later.

She pulled me over to a corner and lowered her voice.

In a hush voice, she asked.

Joan : James ….. Do you really like the leopard print undies you chose ?

I smiled and replied

James : Yes..

Joan smiled…. Eventually it turned into a grin…. Before she laughed out loud in the mall.

There was no need to Joan to continue any further.

The smile disappeared from my face.

Joan composed herself and retrieved a smaller bag from the main one that held her purchases and pressed it against my chest.

Joan : So…. You going to wear it ?

My lips trembled and I hesitated. Joan cracked up again.

James : I…… .

I bit down my teeth and answered.

James : Yes..

It was not big deal.. it’s just an underwear with lace.

I am James, I’m a pervert. What’s wrong with wearing woman’s undies.

Joan laughed and continued.

Joan : You changing into them now ?

I replied more confidently this time round, not willing to lose the bet.

James : Yes !

She laughed and pointed to the bathroom and I stormed off.

I only took 2 steps when Joan asked if I needed help

Joan : You need help ?

That was it.

In my moment of folly I replied.

James : No !

I paused and I turned around, my eyes wide open in disbelief at my stupidity

When our eyes met, Joan smiled a toothy grin.

At that point in time ,one thing I knew for sure….. Her breakup with Thomas is probably the last thing on her mind.


I entered the cubicle and shut the door behind me, cursing at my moment of carelessness.

Personally, I don’t like losing too although I knew I would have given in to Joan eventually if I felt like it.

Note the difference though, me giving in is different from me losing.

I pulled the ribbon and peered into the bag, laying my eyes on the same panty that I had picked out for Joan. Same design that she was wearing at that moment.

I don’t know why but I felt a tingling sensation as my hand touched the soft and cool fabric. I instantly felt an erection stirring, the blood rushing to my manhood.

I removed my shoes and pulled down my jeans followed by my boxers.

The thought of this sick act brought back memories that went as far back as my school days.

The longing look at my pretty classmate’s overnight back during camp, the wet laundry bag after our visit to the pool, the small gym bag she kept her damp PE t-shirt in.

I place 1 leg into the panty Joan got for me and I realised that my dick was rock hard. I struggled to breathe properly as I put my 2nd foot in.

I could feel every hair on my leg, every inch of my skin reacting to the coolness and the softness of the leopard print boyshorts as I slid it up my legs.

Does Joan feel this too everytime she pulls her undies up her legs ?

As I pulled it higher, my dick got harder and harder to the point it hurts.

I had a hard time calming myself down and tucking my confused dick into the panty.

One moment I was rock hard, the other moment I went flaccid.

It took a while for me to calm down before I was able to pull my jeans up and I kept my boxers in the bag after folding it.

When I exited the bathroom, I could see Joan eagerly coming towards me. There was a look of curiosity and she started peppering me with questions.

Joan : How… how ? Did you do it ? hahaha. ? Nice or not ? do you feel sexy and wild ? ahahha

She answered her own questions with her own laughter and I just struggled to walk properly.

She kept her teasing coming, as if she was out to make me feel humiliated.

Joan : Nice right…. So soft… I kinda like it.

Joan : So how ? ….. got erection ah ? hhaa.

Joan : Oei.. you ok or not.. It’s the biggest size they have, should fit quite ok. You’re so slim.

I gave her a pained look and replied.

James : My dear Joan, I have extensions that do not fit in properly with the design.

Joan laughed and slap her thigh, clicking her heels on the tiled floor of the shopping mall. She quickly linked her arms with me again before starting to whisper and pepper me with more questions.

Joan : Eh James…. James… honestly… you like ah ? hahaha

I did not know what to reply her so I kept quiet.

Joan : Nice right ? the fabric so smooth…. Men’s underwear and boxers not as nice. Haha.

I shot her a questioning look.

James : How you know my boxers not as nice ?

She smiled and told me she use to do quite a bit of Thomas’s laundry and that he was also fascinated with her lingerie.

Joan : Aiyah… all guys like our undies, just that they don’t want to admit. Haha..

She grew silent after her last statement.

The mere mention of Thomas struck a raw nerve and I could feel Joan withdrawing a little again.

I manage to calm myself down more and as long as I don’t get an erection, it feels like a normal underwear to me. It’s a little tight up front and the lace is uncomfortable but other than that I would say it’s bearable.

It’s Joan’s gift to me after all.

We decided to grab an early dinner but Joan did not want to eat in town. She wanted some hawker fare and we took a cab back to Kovan.

We hardly talked in the cab, there was a bit of teasing when we were in the cab queue by Joan but the novelty soon wore out.

Joan said she wanted to take a walk along the stalls at the hawker center before making up her decision so I stayed behind with the bags.

While looking around aimlessly, I happen to look into the large paperbag that held the various smaller bags. It then struck me that the smaller bag that held both the leopard prints undies were the same.

I felt my heart skipped a beat as I looked at the small paper bag I had put inside the bigger one. Joan offered to carry it together with hers after I came out from the bathroom.

The only different was that my ribbon was undone.

I took a quick glance around and I tied up the ribbon.

I wanted to be sure, so I pulled the free end of the ribbon for the other bag and peeked inside.

I felt blood rushing to my manhood the moment I laid my eyes on a pair of plain grey panty. It must have been the one Joan was wearing when she met up with me earlier that day.

I quickly retied the ribbon and I made a small mark using my nail on the bag.

My heart was racing when Joan popped into view right after my hands left the paper bag.


Joan came back with a lift of things she wanted to try and thanked me with a gleeful smile.


We attracted some stares with the variety of food we filled our table with, there was no way we can finish them. From fishball noodles to rojak to chicken rice and a chicken cutlet.


I took a train together with Joan back to her place in Sengkang. While waiting for the feeder bus, Joan told me she missed her old place in Farrer park.

Joan : It’s so near town and Holland Village. There’s nothing here in Sengkang.

I asked her why did her parents move and she gave me a brief smile.

Joan : Farrer court en bloc last time.

James : Oooooohhhhh….. rich girl seh. Haha

She slapped me on my arm right when the feeder bus arrived.

Joan stayed near rivervale plaza in Sengkang, in one of the executive flats. Her parents decided to just take things easy and retire after selling their old place.

I walked her to the bottom of her flat and I was surprised that Joan said she did not feel like going up too early.

Joan : I’m just going to face the 4 walls of my bedroom anyway.

She changed out of her heels into her slippers, which by then had given her a blister on each foot.

We just chatted at one of the benches on the estate.


She told me she was slowly feeling the impact of the breakup and it’s about to hit her head on.

Her parents were concerned, her close friends were asking her, and it doesn’t help that Thomas and her were sharing a common group of friends too.

After our conversation drifted off a while later, Joan suddenly said that she felt like drinking.

I bought a 6 pack from a convenient stall and we settled down at the bench.

By the time we’re through with them at 10pm, Joan was evidently tipsy.

James : I think that’s enough. You’re drunk.

She rebuked me immediately, adding that she’s good for another round if I’m up to it.

James : Enough liao la, if you’re drunk i’ll rape you I tell you…

She laughed and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close.

Joan : Says the man who’s wearing a lacy panty ah ? haha…ha..

My eyes widened and I immediately checked my surroundings to make sure no one heard that.

Suddenly she perked up and she lifted up my shirt.

James : Oei… siao ah…

Joan : Show me lah.. haha.

I pushed her hands away and said I’ll show her if she show me hers too. She gave a rather audible ‘Tsk’ and ignore me.

I decided it was time to make a move and I tried to help Joan up on her feet. She pushed me away, declaring herself sober, she even changed back into her heels to show that she could balance herself well.

I took the chance to pick up the bags.

I walked with her to the lift lobby again and she reminded me that I owed her 5 slaps.

I told her she can claim them anytime but she laughed and said she’s going to save it for now.

I could feel my heart rate racing as the moment drew near.

I reached in for the bag which contained Joan’s worn panty and took it out as if it was mine.

If she had discovered what I had done, it would be hard to talk myself out of the situation.

I do not recommend you try this unless you had your reasons ready.

I knew she was already tipsy, chances are she would not pay much attention to the bags. She’s going to go back, probably dump everything on the floor and only sort them out the next day anyway, which meant if I could get away with it, I could have my prize for a day at least.

I passed Joan the rest of her shopping and held my breath.

She entered the lift and waved a half hearted goodbye.

I waited for the lift to close before I went over to the staircase and got ready.

When the lift stopped at the 4th floor, I quickly dashed up the stairs, taking 2-3 steps at a time.

I slowed my pace when I was about to reach, fighting to keep my breathing steady.

It’s a good opportunity to find out where Joan lives and I’m not going to waste it.

I peered out from the small glass panel from the staircase door and I caught a glimpse of Joan struggling to open the gate with her keys.

She dropped her keys twice before she unlocked the gate.

With all the commotion she was making, I was surprised her parents did not come out to help her.

I could feel my sweat dripping down my back as I observed Joan from the stuffy staircase landing. She finally got the main door open and she half pushed and kicked it open.

I saw her stepped into the unit and I pushed open the staircase door slightly just in time to hear the closing of the metal gate.

Seconds later, the heavy timber door closed with a thump.

I tiptoed over to the unit and made a mental note of the unit number and the surroundings.

I saw a old timber cupboard outside the door and I was elated. Chances are it was a shoe cabinet.

Perhaps I could find some of her nice slutty heels she wore to work occasionally.

I could not hide my excitement and was about to open the cupboard door when suddenly I hear the snap of a bolt.

I panicked and I squatted down immediately and ducked walk a few steps away.

I immediately saw the spill of light into the corridor as Joan’s door swung open.

I visually calculated the distance from where I was to the stair landing and curse under my breath that I would not be able to make it.

There were no blind spots at all.

I was out in the open.

I was already fumbling to think of a reason should Joan come out of her unit when another loud smack on the concrete floor of the corridor made me jump and almost pee in my pants.

I turned and realised that Joan had threw her slippers out through the gate.

I had pack them into the shoe box that was meant for the heels only moments ago.

Thankfully, the door closed and I quickly made my way to the staircase landing and scrambled down the stairs.

As I approached the main road to hail a cab, something struck my mind.

I had put her slippers into the shoe box, packed it into the shoe bag. Placed everything into the main big bag she was carrying.

As an empty cab pulled up to me, I realised that her taking out her slippers could only mean one thing.

She’s actually unpacking her shopping stuff.

Everything I had anticipated and predicted was wrong.

I fumbled with the paperbag in my hand as I told the cab driver my address.

I felt the cab accelerate, forcing me back onto the seat right at the moment my phone rang.

It was Joan .

I bit my lip and answered the call.

Joan : James…. Where are you ?

James : On a cab why ?

There was a moment of silence before she spoke.

Joan : Thanks for the shawl.

I felt my heart dropped and I managed to reply her.

James : Happy belated birthday ….

Joan : Good night…

I hung up and exhaled, fingering the precious small paper bag in my hand.


I know by now many of you will probably laugh and say I’m a sick pervert but I don’t care. We all have a different side, perhaps you can say a darker side we do not want to admit.

The way you let your eyes linger a little longer on your hot colleague, the manner in which you glance at your sister in law, the contact you crave when doing physical sports with some hot friends. Would you really pass up on similar opportunities?

I was still feeling the excitement as shut my bedroom door behind me and place my prize in the cupboard.

I went to take a shower and gently wash the lacy panty I was wearing the whole day.

I needed to dry it without anyone else knowing, the last thing I needed was my parents or my siblings chancing upon it.

I still owe them an explanation for the dildo and some ropes they found when I was still attached with my ex gf.

I shut off the lights and got into bed with the bag in hand.

Slowly I undid the ribbon and took out Joan’s worn panty.

I wasted no time and I had this silly fear that her fragrance and her feminine smell would escape and fade into the room if I left it out in the open for too long.

Pressing it to my nose, I took a deep breath, instantly feeling my erection poking and pushing against my boxers.

I imagined myself pressing my nose against Joan’s privates, relishing her love hole’s unique aroma.

I imagined Joan stroking my hair, pressing my head down harder on her privates.

I imagined Joan gasping and moaning as I feasted on her erroneous region.

All the while I gently stroked myself, taking in deep whiffs and the scent of Joan’s underwear.

Sick, desperate and silly, that was what I would call my action but at that moment I really couldn’t care less.

I was about to cum at the height of my own arousal and I had already gotten to the point that I had the part of the cotton panty where Joan’s privates were most likely to be directly on my nose when my phone rang.

It was nearing midnight and I was not happy that I was disturbed.

I tried to reach for my phone but the ringing stopped after 3-4 rings before I could answer.

It was Joan.

I considered calling her back but I was tempted to finish what I had started.

I only just got myself settled back down when I heard a message come through.

And another…

And another.

The series of beeps affected my mood and I got a little frustrated even though I knew chances are it was Joan .

I decided to stop and I unlocked my phone for the messages.

As if the barrage of messages were not enough to dampen my mood, the following messages that followed killed my erection.

Joan sms : James…. Thank you for spending the day with me…. I really appreciate it….

Joan sms : I just want to say i’m really happy for all the things you’ve done for me so far no matter how small and silly they may be……

Joan sms : I’m going through a rough patch…… and I’m glad you are there for me….

Joan sms : I just want to be upfront….. I don’t want to lead you on….. it’s just ... not a good time….

Joan sms : Hope you understand.

Well, some things are really obvious and you do not need to explicitly spell it out.

Yes I already know you just needed company.

I knew you just broke up.

I knew.

I knew I was just taking my chance.

I knew there was hardly any possibilities you would jump right back into a relationship given that you just ended one.

I knew.

I really know.

It’s really just common sense.

I did not go on a date with you expecting you to fall head over heels with me just because I wore a panty you bought.

Still, I lost the mood to cum and I just kept Joan’s grey panty back into the bag and went to sleep.

6th January 2013


I did not reply any of Joan’s messages simply because I did not know what to say.

She did not call, neither did she drop me any more messages that weekend.

7th January 2013.



I got into work early as I needed to be at a client’s office at 9.30am. I printed what I needed and took my documents and left.


It was already way past lunch by the time I got back into office. I was starving but I wanted to unload the huge bag of samples before I go grab a bite.

I turned and looked at Joan’s work station, her PC was not on, and her desk was clean and neat. It did not seem like she was in office that day.

Before I could do anything else, Mr Chan happened to step into office and he gestured me over to his office.

I took a seat opposite him and he filled me in.

It turns out that he had just finish having lunch with Joan and that she had a personal request. She wanted a month off to sort out some personal matters.

He had already approved her no pay leave after learning her situation.

Mr Chan : I hope you do not mind covering for Joan for this period.

I told Mr Chan not to worry, I’ll do what I can.

He passed me a gift box, saying that it was from Joan.

Mr Chan : She knew you would be covering for her, so she bought you a gift in advance to thank you for the trouble.

After another 30 minutes of work related chat, I excused myself to grab some lunch.

I opened the box after coming back and saw a post it note.

I recognised Joan’s handwriting straight away.

Inside the box was the same paper bag that held my boxers.

The message went;

“You took the wrong one idoit!!. Washed and dried yours, I expect the same to be done for mine !!! “

PS : Don’t wear it, it doesn’t fit 


I smiled and kept the gift box in my drawer.

I received a message from Joan at 3pm.

Joan sms : James…. Did not hear from you since sat, are we ok ?

I replied after i finished my lunch.

James sms : Of course we are. Have a good rest. Will cover in the meantime.

Joan sms : You’re the best !

The highlight of that day happened when we’re about to knock off work .

At 5.30pm that day, everyone in the office had a surprise.

I recognised him from pictures Joan had showed me before.

Thomas came to the office.

He was gesturing and talking to the receptionist before he just barged into the office.

He just walked through the office and I could see the receptionist Siti quickly going to Mr Chan’s office.

Thomas wandered around before finally coming over to my cubicle, the moment he saw Joan’s name at the cubicle beside mine, he asked in a voice that was too loud for me to respond to him properly.

Thomas : Where is Joan ? I need to talk to her.

I shot him a look and replied.

James : I don’t know, this is an office. People work here, take your problems outside.

He walked right up to me in an aggressively manner and I stood up immediately, rising to my full height, staring back at him.

His face came close, his eyes widened as if he wanted to pick a fight.

Thomas : What’s your problem.. ? You got something to say, ? huh ? You got something to say ? We step outside la… lai ….

By then several of the male staff had stood up and gathered around us.

Mr Chan came too.

I was about to reply Thomas when suddenly I just felt myself stagger back a step or so. It happened so fast I did not realise it had actually happened.

Thomas had shoved me, pushing me on my chest, raising his voice at the same time.

Thomas : Don’t think I don’t know. Joan told you right…Joan told you right or not….. I know Joan told you…

That was all I could make out before I felt the numbing sensation on my left cheek and it took me half a second to register the pain of the slap.

I reacted and the next thing I knew, Mr Chan and another colleague was trying to pry a letter opener out of my hand while several other male colleagues were hold Thomas down.

The next thing that happened shocked me even more.

Mr Chan let go of me, grabbed Thomas by his collar and slapped him across his left cheek with a loud smack.

Everyone was shocked.

Nobody moved as Mr Chan just shoved Thomas against the wall and let him go.

I could see the look of surprised on Thomas face as he looked at the 60 year old man that just hit him.

Mr Chan broke the silence 3 seconds later.

Mr Chan : Get the fuck out of my office.

He pointed his finger at Thomas and added.

Mr Chan : Joan told me…..she told me everything….get out before I call the police.

Thomas shot both Mr Chan and I a look before pushing himself away from the crowd and got out of the office.

The atmosphere was a little heated, colleagues asked if I was ok and I nodded my head.

Suddenly the office joker / gay , Junwei spoke and lightened up the atmosphere.

Junwei : Mr Chan ho man wor…. ~~~ haha

There were some scattered laughter and Mr Chan laughed, asking everyone to head back to work.

He asked if I was ok and I give him the thumbs up.

He did not tell me what Joan told him, and I did not ask.

The rest of the week came and went.

Taking on another person’s job is no mean feat, the paper work alone meant several extra hours at work.

For the first time that week, Mr Chan did not chase me away at 8pm.

Joan did not contact me at all that week and seriously, I was so busy with work, I hardly thought about her.

11th Jan 2013



Mr Chan told me to take care of my health and to let him know if I needed anything before heading off.


The office was quiet, and I had finally finished both Joan and my stuff for the week.

I was exhausted and I needed a massage.

I drafted a mail to Joan, purely professional mail to keep her up to date on what she’s missing out.

A 2nd mail followed to ask her how was she coping.

James email ;

Dear Joan,

How are you coping? Hope everything is fine on your end.
Our cubicle feels empty without you around.

Come back soon.

PS : I’ll wear anything you want…as long as you’re back.

I did not see the need to update her on what happened in the office. She’s had enough on her mind.


I only just stepped into my room when I received an email reply from Joan .

She has left the country and is in Malaysia. She’s spending sometime with a relative in a quiet fishing village in Kukup, somewhere up north of Johor.

She’s feeling a lot better and just need some time alone.

Her message ended with ;

PS : it’s nice and quiet up here. Love the sound of the waves at night. Wish I could slap you….

I laughed and closed the email application.

If only she knew her slap quota just got deducted by 1 that week.

12th Jan 2013



I woke up at 11am and I could feel my stomach growling.

I saw 7 miss calls from Joan but I was too hungry to do anything other than find some food.

I had a nice breakfast at a coffee shop, read the papers and hit the gym.

I tried returning Joan’s call but it did not get through.

I took a afternoon nap and when I got up at 4.30 pm , I saw 3 more miss calls from Joan and a message asking if I’m free to meet up at the void deck near her place.

I agreed.


I could see Joan from a distance away. Her back was facing me and she had on long grey track pants and a long sleeve white hoodie.

The hood was down and Joan was just tapping away on the phone.

I approached and tapped Joan on the shoulder.

I flashed my brightest smile and said

James : Got miss me or not… ?

When Joan turned around, my smile left my face.

There was a bandage on her left cheekbone the size of a credit card that covered all the way to the corner of her left eye.

There were some scratches on her forehead that were already healing.

The bruise on the side of her lip was still a little purplish.

Joan tried to smile but I could see it hurt.

I took her hand and tried to lift up her long sleeve but she pushed my hands away.

Joan : James… don’t… I’m sorry.....

Joan : I didn’t know what happened until Amy called me this morning…. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding…

I could see her eyes starting to tear and I tried to calm her down.

I did not ask Joan what happened but I could pretty much guessed.

When the time is ripe, perhaps she would share it with me.

I spent 5 minutes trying to calm her down. I told her she needed to rest but she said she felt so bad that she just had to see me in person to apologise.

I told her it’s ok, all is forgiven and that she better go back up to rest.

Joan : Ok… I’m really sorry James….sorry for getting you involved.

I wanted to send her to the lift but she said she needed to grab dinner for herself at the coffee shop a few bus stops away.

I told her I’m going with her and she nodded her head.

Her parents were still in Kukup, she insisted on returning to Singapore to apologise to me against the wishes of her parents.

We hardly spoke during the bus ride and I could see a few uncomfortable glances from the public when we took the bus and queued for the food.

Joan did not feel comfortable eating in public in her state, we packed food for both of us and headed back to Joan’s place.

She did not officially invite me up, nor did she ask me not to tag along.

I just went along naturally right up to her place.

It felt so weird.

Only days ago, I was just here, sneaking around. Yet here I was, standing beside Joan as she unlocked her door for me.

I stepped into Joan’s place and she said she needed the bathroom. I place the food on the dining table and watch Joan head towards the toilet.

Right before she closed the door, Joan turned around and asked.

Joan : James….. are you mad ? …. At me… ? and everything ?

I smiled and shook my head.

Joan smiled too and entered the bathroom.

The moment I heard the click of the lock, I dashed towards the bedrooms.

I opened door after door, trying to determine which was Joan’s room.

I got it on the 2nd try and I went into a room with walls full of pictures. There were pictures of Joan and Thomas during happier times.

Yes, there were laundry in the basket.

Yes, there were lingerie on the bed.

Yes, there were worn clothes all around, enough for a sick pervert like to me indulge in the whole day.

But I was not interested in those that day.

I searched though Joan’s desk, lifting documents, envelopes, letters.

It did not take long for me to find what I wanted.

I only manage to find Thomas’s namecard stuck to a magnetic board together with an array of other stuff. I took it and stuffed it into my back pocket.

I quickly got back out to the living room and settled down a the dining table.

Joan came out shortly after and sat down beside me.

She helped me open up my food and place the utensils properly for me.

Joan : James…. You sure you’re ok ? Won’t get mad ?

I nodded with a smile and ask Joan to tuck into her food.

Of course James won’t get mad.

Nothing comes out of getting mad.

James don't get mad...

James get even. ..



After dinner, I considered heading back when Joan asked if I would like some tea. 

I tried to lighten up the atmosphere but giving her a delirious look, my eyes widened, and I licked my lips at the same time.

James : Slurp…. You know in the movies what happens when the girl ask the guy to stay for tea ? 

I rubbed my hands in glee. 

Joan just smiled and told me to carry on dreaming. 

We settled down on the sofa and I asked Joan why she not report this to the authorities. 

James : It’s a criminal offence. 

As Joan took me through the situation, I kind of pitied her circumstances. 

It’s true Thomas was wrong and Joan had every right to go to the police. The thing is Thomas had in a way been part of the family for the past decade. 

Ten years is a long time. 

Even Joan’s parents had grown to accept him as part of the family. 

It’s not an easy call to simply call the cops on someone like this. 

Ten years is only 8 alphabets when you read it on screen. 

Ten years is from the day you step into primary one, till the day you graduated with your ‘O’ levels. 

Joan went on to say that it’s a sticky situation, imagine every Chinese new year, all the family gatherings, Thomas was there. 

Things took such a sudden and drastic change that even her parents were a little lost. 

That was part of the reason why they chose to get away from the country for a while to sort out their thoughts. 

Joan cried once, got mad twice and burst into uncontrolled laughter 3 times durng the course of an hour. 

When she ran out of words, she just stared at me with her round eyes. 

James : Ok… ok… let’s change the topic shall we… this is the last thing you need on your mind right now. 

Joan wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and got up to clear the tea cups. 

I helped her do the dishes while she just stood by the side and watched. 

Joan had just plonked herself back onto the sofa when her phone rang. She rejected the call, it was not hard to guess who it was. 

It rang a couple of times but each time Joan swiped the reject button. 

I was about to speak when the tone for messages came through. I watched Joan’s finger flicked through them when suddenly her eyes widened. 

It was not a look of surprise but of fear. 

She got up quickly and grabbed me by the shirt. 

Joan : Thomas’s is just at the carpark….. shit… shit.. 

For a moment I thought Joan wanted to throw me out , or to quickly get me away to prevent any further misunderstanding but I was wrong. 

She pleaded with me to close shut all the windows whilst she removed both our slippers from the entrance. 

I quickly followed suit. 

Joan shut and bolted the door and dashed to switched off the lights for the living room and kitchen, plunging the whole place into darkness. 

I dashed into her room and switched off the lights too before coming out. 

I was heading towards Joan when I heard the loud chime of the lift door opening outside the unit. 

Joan ducked downwards and when I approached her, she pulled me by my pants, pulling me down to her level. 

Right at that moment, I saw the large shadowy figure of Thomas on the window. 

There was a low bass like boom as he cupped his hands and plastered his face onto the window, trying to make out the interior. 

I could not understand why was Joan hiding but I could tell she was afraid so I just kept quiet and played along. 

We were plastered against the wall too, the low parapet wall of the corridor that separated us from Thomas, peering up slightly, I saw the shadow retreated before it reappears a distance away on another panel. 

And again it went, another low boom as Thomas tried to look into the unit. 

I could see Joan breathing pretty fast as she just looked at me, helpless and afraid. 

I put my arms around her and mouthed that everything would be ok. 

Just then I head the unmistakable shifting of a cabinet, the dragging some of timber on concrete floor. 

The sandy drag went on for a second or 2 before and loud smack against the low wall we were huddling against. 

Wham !. That smack of Joan’s shoe cabinet made her jumped and she dug her fingers into my arms. 

I looked up and realised that the top louvred windows were wide open. 

Yes, the typical HDB windows had 2 parts. The sliding ones were closed, but the top hung portion was wide opened on the extreme end. 

Thomas would be able to make us out from that angle if we remained still. 

I grabbed Joan and I forced her to move. 

She shook her head, petrified and scared. 

I half dragged her off the ground right when I felt the entire length of window vibrate as I was the shadowy figure got taller and both palms hit against the window panels for support. 

The boom was louder and the vibrations amplified Joan’s helplessness in that dark living room. 

I grabbed Joan and we dove down behind the sofa onto a carpet. I forced her to lay flat and I put a finger to her mouth. 

Jokes aside. 

That point in time, I felt like I’m Tom cruise or some action super star. 

The position I was in is not a good one. 

I failed my commanders who taught me In the army. 

In cover and concealment, I need to be able to see my enemy. 

At that moment, I was certain Thomas could not see us, but I could not see him either. 

I was just lying beside Joan on her right when I heard this pretty loud tapping sound. 

It sounded awfully familiar. 

Click. Tap tap tap. 


It suddenly struck me what it was because I was using the same phone. 

The 1st click was when you slide and unlock the screen. 

The 4 taps with the audible tones the password you keyed in. 

The last click for redial. 

Till this day I could not figure out how my brain processed this information and translated to the following series of actions. 

It just happened naturally. 

Joan was gripping onto her phone with her right hand, I immediately gripped onto that hand together with the phone, I placed it on her tummy and immediately flipped my body over her. 

The moment I was over Joan, the phone started vibrating. 

Joan did not expect me to go over her and she got a shock, so she naturally used her right hand to cover her privates and her left to cover her breast and stared at me wide eyed. 

It took her only a second to realise what I was trying to do and of all things to do, she let go of the vibrating phone and hugged onto me, pressing me down on the phone. 

My eyes widened too and Joan’s mouth gaped opened but she hugged me tighter. The vibration was strong, there was no room for self control. 

My erection raged forward, no doubt Joan could feel my dick slowly pushing the vibrating phone out of place. 

She hugged me tighter, using both our pelvis to sandwich that cursed vibrating piece of device. We would hear the vibration, we only hoped out body could filter out the sound.

It lasted about 40 seconds. 

When it stopped, we panted and suddenly we heard the clicking sound and Joan hugged onto me again, the movement squishing my poor penis onto the radiation emitting device and in turn onto her privates.

It stopped again after another 30 seconds or so. 

Then it was all quiet. 

I heard the loud slam of an adult landing on the concrete floor before the dragging of the cabinet sounded out again. 

It hit against the wall with a slam. 

Then it was all quiet before the lift chimed. 

Joan’s hands left my back and she gently nudged me off her. 

I got off and rolled onto my back,. 

Both of us laid in the dark, quiet for a good 10 seconds or so before we burst out laughing.


After a short bout of laughing, we both grew quiet, just lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling. 

Neither of us spoke. 

Joan broke the silence by saying that it’s silly to be lying on the floor.

We lingered for a couple of minutes more before we decided to get up. 

Joan : Let’s get up.. 

I got on my feet and I helped Joan up on hers. She brushed off her clothes gently before helping me do a bit of simple brushing with her hands.

James : No need, it’s ok.. 

Joan : Carpet dirty la... so dusty.. 

After she’s done, she went to get a drink of water while I just leaned against the sofa, looking at her in the dark kitchen. 

I could not tell if she was staring at me but she emerged a moment later and her head just nodded towards the direction of her bedroom. 

There was nothing cheeky or suggestive about the action in my opinion, she just wanted to get out of the living room. 

Just then the loud audible sound of the lift chiming in the corridor rang out again. 

Both of us froze in place as we saw the hulking shadow of Thomas outside the corridor again. 

Then there was the unmistakable ringing of the keys echoing into the living room. 

Both of us got back down onto the ground and I harshly whispered to Joan .

James: He has the keys ?!! 

Joan whispered back sharply saying that her parents had already changed the lock. 

We paused and listened intently at what Thomas was doing. 

I could heard the key being inserted into the cylinder set of the main timber door. 

Both Joan and I shared a look and she quickly whispered. 

Joan : We only changed the padlock !. 

I pushed her towards the direction of her bedroom corridor while I dived towards the main door. 

No, I’m not trying to push it shut, I was going for the 2 pair of slippers and the bag of dinner trash that were right beside the door. 

I had placed the trash there with the intention of bringing it out when I leave, Joan conveniently just threw our slippers there when she brought it in earlier. 

It’s not easy to turn the cylinder of the timber door without unlocking the gate but it’s not impossible. 

I heard the sickening click right when I grabbed the slippers and almost immediately the knob turned and I heard the creak of the old door when I lifted the plastic bag off the floor. 

I was thankful for the old rusty hinges as the creak masked the sound of the plastic bag. 

I had not time to go anywhere and I stayed behind the door. 

The door was pushed to a 15 degree opening. The low shadow of Thomas squatting down was cast long and willowy into the living room from the corridor light. 

I saw him move, opening the door a little further, reducing the space I had behind the door. 

He pushed even more, breaching the 45 degree angle as he peered into the empty dark living room. 

I could hear him grunt as he tried to push the door wide open, and he managed another 10 degree, his push being stopped by the door closer . 

I did not dare to breath, thinking back, it was really a comical sight. 

I had both pair of slippers and the trash high above my head in a mock surrender position. 

I could see Joan squatting at the end of the corridor, both her hands covering her mouth. 

Then without warning, Thomas let go, allowing the door to close and eventually slam shut. 

He was still outside the corridor, I heard the flick of a zippo lighter before the smell of cigarette came into the house. 

I deposited the stuff in the kitchen and quickly joined Joan in the corridor. 

James: He’s still outside. 

She exhaled and shook her head and told me to ignore him and head into her room. 

Joan kept the lights off and the only light in the room was the green led light from the air conditioner near the ceiling after she turned it on. 

Thankfully the window of her bedroom is not facing the corridor. 

James ; You going to fumble in the dark the whole night ah ? 

Joan : Haha.. yah… are you afraid of the dark ? 

I laughed. 

James : 怕黑。。。。你不是白白的活着吗? 。。。

Joan laughed and said I’m the cheesiest person she’s ever knew before climbing onto her bed. 

She has a queen size bed in the room, it took up a significant portion of space even though it’s tucked against the corner. About a third of the bed was filled with bolsters of at least 3 different sizes, soft toys, a shawl, a cardigan and I even saw a book nestled in the middle. 

She propped herself upright and pulled the blanket over herself. 

She was a little embarrassed by what happened earlier, and she tried to offer me an explanation. She did what she did not because she was afraid of Thomas, but because she did not want to face the reality of dealing with that problem for the time being. 

I nodded knowingly in the dark room. 

I took Joan’s chair, swivelled around and sat down. I put both hands on my knees with my legs propped wide open and in a serious tone, made Joan a proposal. 

James : Ok, be serious now…… 

Joan perked up, her head straightened and looked at me as if I had an important announcement. 

I paused and pretended to consider my proposal before speaking. 

James : $200. 

Joan : Huh ? What $200 ? 

I stood up, checked the window and the door before turning around to reply Joan. 

James : For $200, I’ll stay and protect you for tonight… 

It took Joan a second or so to digest what I just said before I saw a Minnie mouse flew towards me and hit my head. 

Before I could pick it up, micky and Donald came over too. 

I picked up all three and was about to put them back on the bed and 3 small minions joined in the foray and hit me squarely on the head. 

James : oei.. oei… okok…. Price can negotiate . 

Joan laughed as I put the bunch of toys back where they belonged. 

I immediately went over to open her cupboard. 

Joan : Oeeehhh.. what are you doing… ? 

James : Where do you keep your spare towels ? I need to shower before sleeping. 

She laughed and this time round, she took the biggest bolster, stood up on her bed and hit me squarely on the chin. 

She got out of bed, came over and closed the cupboard. 

She walked over to the drawers and pulled out a pink towel before passing it to me. 

Without a word, she got back into her bed. 

Joan : I’m not paying you $200 James… haha… but I can consider buying you breakfast. 

I smiled and shook the towels at her before giving a little bow. 

Right before I left the room, she whispered harshly after me. 

Joan : And don’t on the lights….. 


I had an erection again when I used the same soap, shampoo and facial foam as Joan. The thought of smelling like her, of using the same toilet bowl, of using her towel, of even being in the bathroom she used sent my hormones into overdrive. 

It is so hard to describe that feeling of euphoria. 

There were no lingerie or worn clothes of any kind in the bathroom. 

I took a quick shower in the dark and left the bathroom. I hope I would have more time and opportunity to explore it in the future. 


I did not know if Thomas was still outside and I don’t care.

I entered Joan’s room again, she had a tiny reading light on, directed onto her book. The orange glow gave her skin a nice colour tone, a little dream like scene. 

She pointed to a sports bag on the floor. 

Joan : You can wear some of Thomas’s old clothes if you like.. 

I looked at the packed bag on the floor, seems like he’s a goner for sure. 

James : No way… I’m not wearing his clothes…

Joan : Haha.. you going to sleep in these ah ? 

I gestured to her cupboard. 

James : Anything of yours I can fit ? 

She laughed, chuckled in a silly manner before adding. 

Joan : don’t be silly la…. Haha 

She went on to say that if I can find any, I can wear them. 

I briefly pushed and browse through her clothes, I could make out some dresses and tops I’ve seen her in at work. Then right at the corner, I saw some robes.

It’s a TaeKwonDo robe. I should be able to fit it. 

As I pulled it out, a couple of belts fell out too. 

I bent down to pick it up and Joan leaned forward to see what I was up to. 

Even in the dark, I could make out the black coloured one with Joan’s name on it. 

I made eye contact with Joan, I could roughly see her giving me a smile and a wink before returning to her book. 

The 1st thought that came to my mine was how useful that belt was to her. It did not protect her from Thomas. 

Then again, Thomas is at least 1.85 by my estimates, works out in the gym and does MMA. 

I hung everything back and decided to just stay in my clothes. 

Up till that point in time, there was no indication of any kind where I was supposed to sleep. 

I took it upon myself to try my luck and I got into bed with Joan keeping a close eye on what I was doing. 

I started rearranging her soft toys, making space for myself. 

I put Micky and friends in the middle, effectively drawing a line between us and Joan laughed and helped with the rearrangements. 

Joan : You’re very thick skin leh James…hahaha…. 

Joan : I had wanted you to take the floor… haha…. 

I ignored her and arranged myself a cosy spot against the wall. 

I appraised my work and nodded my head. 

It’s a snug corner, surrounded by bolsters, soft toys and some small pillows. It’s nicely tucked against the wall too, furthest away from the windows and door. 

I was about lie down when Joan decided to take the spot I just made. She rolled over and made herself comfortable, sticking her tongue out at me. 

We laid down facing each other. 

Neither of us spoke. 

Joan broke the silence first. 

Joan : I bet you’ll fall asleep before me. 

James : Haha… I’ll bet all 3 meals tomorrow . 

She laughed an agreed. 

She got up, reached over me and for a brief second, her breast hovered mere centimetres away from my face as she retrieved a marker from the desk. 

Joan : Winner gets to draw on the loser when he falls asleep. 

James : You’re on. 

We chatted a little, mainly about Joan's parents. 

Joan : They're very disappointed. They even joked that i should just stay single and by their side for the rest of my life. haha. 

After a little teasing about my dick being zapped by radiation from her phone, we slowly grew quiet. 

We never spoke again that night. 

We just laid still, staring at each other. 

I estimated it was about 10 minutes before Joan’s eyes started getting heavy. Then without a word, and any sign of a struggle. She‘s gone. 

I waited a while more before I waved my hand in front of her. 

I waited another 10 minutes before I gently shook her. 

She roused, turned away from me to face the wall and I detected the slightest hint of a snore. 

She must be exhausted. 

I quietly got out of bed. 

I stared at Joan for a while more, looking at the rise and fall of her body. 


I tiptoed out of bed and decided to spend the time snooping around. 

It’s dark but my eyes had already adjusted to the lack of light. 

I stoop low and duck walked over to Joan’s laundry basket. 

Immediately my erection rose as I dug my hands into the pile of cool clothes. 

There was not a lot of them, just a couple of t-shirts and shorts. I guess most of her worn clothes are in the unpacked suitcase in the corner. She just came back from overseas after all. 

I dug deeper and found a light coloured bra with lacy straps. 

And right at the bottom of the basket, was a pair of soft sleep shorts with the undies entwined within. 

I finger the 2 precious garment in my hand, secretly thanking my luck stars. 

I felt this immense sense of happiness filling me from within. It’s really the simple pleasures in life that makes you happy, no matter how dark the pleasures may be. 

I looked at Joan from where I was and cupped her bra cup over my face, taking in the beautiful erotic scent of her sweat, her scent and her womanly order. 

My dick was throbbing away and I lowered my pants a little, instantly wrapping the cold cool undies onto my dick as I masturbated. 

My very action made me sick but I could not help it. 

The thought of being in Joan’s room, masturbating with her lingerie while she slept a few meters away was too much for me to bear. If only I could shout out to Thomas that I’m playing with his ex gf’s undies and bra while he’s stuck outside the corridor. 

I could feel the end coming and I quickly replaced the clothes back into the basket. 

I went to the bathroom and filled my mind with images of me and Joan, and my expectations of the day when I can finally cum deep inside her womanly hole and I came, sputtering and drooling onto the bathroom floor. 

I cleaned myself up, tidied up the bathroom and went back to Joan’s room. 

She was still sound asleep so I took the opportunity to look through some more of the stuff on her table. 

Letters, bills, envelopes. 

Something I noted was that Thomas’s credit card and phone bills were sent to her address. 

I looked at the bag of belongings at the floor, it did not seem like he stayed here often given it’s a pretty small bag. 

I guess after 10 years together, it’s common to give your partner the keys to your place.

I took one of Thomas’s credit card bill and folded it inside my wallet together with his namecard I snitched. 

When I got into bed, the movements made Joan turn. 

Without a word, she snuggled up with me, nestling herself against my chest, pushing the soft toys away. 

I smiled and raised my left arm, with her eyes closed, she lifted her head slightly before falling right back to sleep in my arms. 

I fell asleep with 2 things on my mind. 

Number one.

How do i stop Thomas from bothering Joan ? 

Number two 

How do i go about doing number one.


13th Jan 2013 



I woke up with a sore left arm and I could hardly feel it there anymore. 

Joan was nowhere to be seen. 

When I sat up, I noticed black marks at my left toe. Upon a closer inspection, I realised Joan had drawn a fake tag on the top of my feet complete with a fake string loopng around my big toe. 

It read : “ For sale “ 

I laughed and got out of bed.

The door to the room was opened and from my angle, I could see the bathroom door was closed.

There was a light drizzle going on and I could hear the rumbling of the distant thunder. It may already be 7 but the skies were overcast and dark. 

Joan had opened up the windows in her room .I could feel the refreshing breeze of the morning rain on my face. I looked out through the bedroom window to the road below, it was such a nice and dreamy morning. 

The cool air made me feel like I was overseas, waking up in some wine valley and looking out of my hotel room. 

Joan came out of the bathroom after her morning shower in shorts and singlets. She was drying her hair and for the first time, I saw the bruises and marks on both her arms. 

Her arms took quite a bit of beating, she must have blocked and deflected quite a bit of the blows from Thomas. 

She realised I was looking at her and she quickly went to her wardrobe. 

She gestured that she needed to change and I got out and use the bathroom, smelling the fresh fragrance of Joan’s soap and shampoo.

Moments later, she came out in a long sleep turtleneck and ¾ pants. 

I took a seat on her bed and Joan sat down beside me. 

Joan : Thanks…. For being here the whole night… I ermm.. 

Joan : It’s been a while since I slept so soundly… 

I could tell she wanted to say she feels safer with me around but she stopped herself from going there. 

I just smiled and told her it’s ok. 

She started to tease about the drawings on my feet and asked about the 3 meals I promised. 

James : Technically you fell asleep first. 

She rolled her eyes. Giggled softly and replied. 

Joan : Who’s the one with the drawings ? haha. 

James : Let’s head out for breakfast. 

Joan : You think he’s still out there ? 

I took a deep breath and replied. 

James : Only one way to find out. We can’t hide forever.

I peered through the peep hole and the corridor was clear. 

I opened the main door and paused. 


I saw several cigarette butts on the floor but no sign of Thomas. 

I helped Joan shut all the windows and take out the trash before we head out. 

Joan and I spent the entire day together at Hougang mall. We ate, we went to the library, we had coffee. We shopped. 

We even went to the arcade to play some video games. 

I did my best to keep her laughing, I wanted her to ignore the stares from the public about her bruises. 

No we did not hold hands, we did not kiss, we did not exchange lovey dovey messages. It’s just 2 adults spending a day together. 

If there is one thing for sure, we were a lot more comfortable with each other compared with the week before. 

After all, we did spend the night together on the same bed.

I found out that she promised her parents to return to her relative’s place in Kukup the next day and I told her not to worry about her work. I’ll update her whenever I could.

James : You better head back early and rest. 


We alighted from the bus and we took a slow walk back to Joan’s place. 

As we approached the block , Joan casually asked. 

Joan : Eh… so… you staying over again ? haha 

She did not look at me but I guess she felt safer with me around. 

There was no telling if Thomas might come knocking again. 

James : I.. can’t.. 

She nodded without looking at me. 

James : It’s a work day tomorrow… can’t wear your dress to work…

Joan laughed and slap me on the arm. 

As we approached the lift lobby, I decided to try my luck. 

James : Hey… i.. erm.. slept in your bed last night…. 

James : It’s only fair you slept in mine tonight. 

Joan smiled before breaking out into a grin and slapping me on the arm again. 

Joan : Wait your parents scold you ah, bring a old auntie back to your place. 

James : They wouldn’t. 

Joan : Wanna bet ? 

James : Haha… why not.. 

I accompanied her up to her place, she packed what she needed, grabbed her passport and we took a cab to my place. 

As we alighted, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen. 

I opened my house door and 3 pairs of eyes turned towards me. 

My dad look up from his papers. 

My mum stopped plucking the tails of the bean sprouts.

My younger brother dropped his books. 

James : Pa , ma. My friend, Joan. 

My mum dashed into the kitchen and came out with a first aid kit. 

That was the first time I brought a girl back with bandages and bruises on her face. 

She smiled and took Joan’s hand and led her to the Sofa while my dad made space for their new guest. 

The first words that left my mum’s mouth was ; 

Mum : My dear I’m so sorry. …. Did James do this to you ? 

I could not be bothered with my mum but it was Joan’s reply that made me turn. 

Joan : We… quarrelled… and I slipped and fell.. 

My mouth gasped open in shock and I saw the look of disgust my brother and dad gave me. 

Joan did not even look at me. 

I shook my head and went into my room. 

30 seconds later I received a text message from Joan. 

Joan 1 James 0 

My bedroom door opened at that moment and my dad came in and sat down beside me. 

Dad : Ah James ah….. cannot like that treat girlfriend you know….


I stared wide eye as my dad tried to talk to me for a good 5 minutes. It’s always awkward for the father to broach certain subjects to their sons. 

The fact that he did this showed how serious they viewed this matter. 

I nodded and nodded and I kept nodding, saying that it’s a misunderstanding. 

Right after my dad left, I got a sms from my younger brother, Jasper. 

He’s got 1 year left on his books and I have no doubts he’s the brains of the whole family. 

He is the only one in my extended family that has made it into the university. 

Jasper is a nice kid but can be a little irritating and cheeky at times. He has never been in a stable relationship before even though he’s already 23. It’s usually a quick 2 week puppy love. 

He has never been friendly to any of my ex-gfs before, some of my ex even complained to me that my brother did not seem to like them much. 

This made me even more surprised when I saw his message. 

Jasper sms : Kor… She’s hot. You don’t deserve her…. Intro to me. 

I closed the message and tidied up the room a little. 

About 5 minutes later, I went out to the living room and I saw my dad chatting with Joan. 

Jasper served drinks and my mum was trying to bring out the guest mattress from the storeroom. 

I went over to help my mum and she spoke within everyone’s earshot. 

Mum : Ah James ah… tonight you sleep on the floor ah… let Joan have the bed. 

I had given up trying to talk to my family and I just nodded. 

My bed is only a super single, well it’s a tight squeeze for 2 adults but isn’t that what cuddling is about ? 

Joan saw the commotion and got up to help us with the bedsheets and cover. 

My mum insists that Joan take a seat and made me take the stuff in together with my brother. 

En route to my room my brother actually asked; 

Jasper : Eh… Kor, you really wack her ah ? or you all kena robbed or something. 

I gave a sigh and told him I’ll explain in due time. 

He dumped the stuff on my room floor and went back to the living room, planting himself beside Joan. 

I set up the bed and joined the rest of the family at the living area. 

I never imagined what a smooth talker Joan could be. Her shy smile, her gentle demeanour, I could tell my parents took a liking to her immediately. 

Perhaps she was the only girl I brought back that did not stink of cigarette smoke or alcohol, or looked like someone who just came out of a club. 

When my mum brought some fruits out from the kitchen, Joan would stand up slightly, help to receive the plate before placing it on the table. 

When my dad could not understand the news re-runs of the new property cooling measures introduced by the government, Joan explained in layman terms and my dad nodded his head with a smile. 

Just when I thought there was nothing else she could pull, she asked to use the bathroom and happen to see my brother’s books. 

She struck up a conversation straight away, adding that she did the same modules back in school. 

You should see the way my brother’s eyes lit up as she gave him some tips and offered to pass him her books with all the notes in it. 

Joan went ahead to the bathroom and the moment the door closed, I was peppered with questions. 

When did we meet ? 

How long were we together ? 

What are the details about her injury ? 

I put my hands to my head and said I have a headache. I will explain to them in due time. 

Meanwhile, Joan just needs to stay the night, she’ll be off in the morning. 


Joan thanked my parents for allowing her to crash for the evening and apologised for the inconvenience. 

She said goodnight to my brother, clench her fist upright before pulling it down sharply and did a running man style “fighting” gesture when she saw him hard at work on his books. 

Joan : Jasper, Fighting ! 

I could almost see the flames on Jasper’s shoulders as he powered up for a night of intense reading.

I shut my room door and I immediately gave Joan the look. 

She laughed and said she could explain. 

Joan : Well, I can’t exactly tell your parents that I was beaten up by my ex and he’s now terrorising me right ? haha 

I gave up reasoning with her and told her to get an early rest. 

I got onto the mattress on the floor but Joan did not go on my bed. 

She wandered around the room, checking out my desk, opened drawers and ran her fingers through my books. 

She stopped at my cabinet, opened it and said. 

Joan : Anything of yours I can fit ? hahaha

I laughed and replied. 

James : You find it… it’s yours. 

I watch her run her fingers through my work shirts and she took one out. 

Joan used her leg to nudge me to turn around while I looked at the shadow being cast on my wall in front of me by the standing lamp beside Joan.

I watched the shadow pull down the pants. 

I watched the shadow pull off the top. 

I watched the shadow slipped on my white workshirt, the long arms threading down the sleeves before buttoning the shirt up. 

Joan : Ok… I’m done. 

My erection was already raging and throbbing away when I was staring at the shadow. 

I turned around to see Joan smiling as she re did her hair after removing the hairband. 

When her arms raised up, the hem of my shirt raised up along with it. 

Joan :Nice ? 

She spoke in a serious tone, mimicking that of a teacher.

Joan : 做戏。。。要做全套。。。 

She scurried onto my bed and pull the blanket over herself. 

Joan : Girlfriend usually wear the boyfriend’s shirt to bed one. 

The signals and hints Joan has sent thus far was too obvious for me not to notice. 

I’m not a block of wood, of course I knew how to response accordingly. 

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I got up and got onto the bed beside Joan. 

We smiled before we both broke into a silly giggle. 

Joan just looked at me in the eyes and asked. 

Joan : Don’t…. don’t you think it’s amazing the things that are happening to us … haha ..

I did not know what to say but I just lowered my head closer to Joan. 

I went so close that our nose almost touched. 

I wanted to kiss Joan and I knew she wanted me to kiss her, but there’s that feeling of uncertainty. That feeling of yes we want, yet don’t know if we should. 

I’m sure most of you know what I’m talking about. 

Joan did not move, she just stared and waited for me. 

I leaned forward, planting my first peck on her cheek. She bit her lips and look away. 

I planted the 2nd kiss, a little longer on the same cheek and I could feel Joan adjusting herself on the bed, making space for me. 

I would never forget that feeling. 

That moment of me straddling Joan on my small bed. 

I put my leg over her and watched the rise and fall of her chest. 

I held both of Joan’s hand, our fingers entwined and I slowly slide it against the soft bedsheets of my bed, gently dragging her hands upwards to her head before tucking it under the pillow. 

There was zero resistance from Joan and I could feel my dick literally begging to be let loose. 

Joan had this dreamy look in her eyes, I don’t want to get too philosophical and say things that I can see her soul, bla bla bla and feel her urge and so on and so forth, but that day when I peered into her eyes. 

I felt something really hard to put into words. 

It’s more of a kind of relieve, of finally feeling safe. 

I spent a good minute just staring at Joan without a word in that position. I did not see a reason to rush through such a beautiful moment. 

Joan smiled and whispered softly 

Joan : What’s wrong ? …

James : I just want to look at you….You have no idea how beautiful you are. … 

She smiled and said she did not believe a single word I just said. 

James : Well….. don’t believe… I’m just going to send you back to your place….. you can hide when Thomas comes knocking. Haha.

She laughed and tried to fight me but I held onto her hands.

James : say you believe me…. Or I’m really going to send you back.

She giggled in a ticklish manner and pleaded with me not to.

James : You don’t sound very convincing la… let’s go … let’s go… get change and we go back to your place.

It was at that moment when I knew life has this funny way of joking with you.

I saw the helplessness Joan had with her hands being held down while I straddled her and she reluctantly started to plea with me the very moment my room door opened.

Joan : Don’t la James…. Please~~~… don’t…don’t …please~~....

My door swung opened and there she was, my mum with a spare blanket in her hand.

Mum : Oh… sorry.. sorry…

The door closed immediately and Joan and I shared this priceless look.

She burst into laughter and I let go of her.

I raised both my arms into the air, directed towards the ceiling as I looked at my ceiling light in a mock prayer position.

I wanted to sing the famous song called “ I ask heaven”

I took a deep breath and quickly got off the bed to look for my mum.

I can only imagine if I was in her shoes, barging into her son’s room to see him holding down the hands of a girl while she pleaded for him not to continue.

It’s a horror no parents would want to experience.

I went out and saw her whispering sharply to my dad and they quickly stopped.

I told her to give me the blanket and to knock before coming in.

She tried to tell me to behave and so on and I brushed her off saying everything is ok.

I turned to head back to see Joan coming out the room.

She was fast, she had already changed out of my work shirt into her normal clothes.

She stood by the door and leaned against the doorway, looking at her feet before looking up in a coy manner.

My mum decided that she would speak up that day and made a decision for both of us.

Mum : Ah James ah…. Today so hot… sleep with the door open la…..

If I had a white flag that day, I would just stick it on my head and walk around.

After we returned to the room, Joan laughed and laughed, trying to cover her mouth.

We took our individual beds, kept the room door open and I switched off the lights.


Joan : Goodnight James….

James : Goodnight Joan…

I was honestly exhausted by that weekend and I did not know what time I fell asleep, but I knew I slept with a smile on my face.

14th Jan 2013



Nothing of note happened, both of us just had a really good sleep.

Joan thanked my parents again for the trouble before I went with her to grab a cab to the causeway.

My parents told her she’s welcomed to come over anytime.

Even my brother woke up early to say goodbye.


Mr Chan wanted to speak to me and I took the opportunity to update him on Joan’s work I had been covering the past week. I also gave him a rough overview of the programs I’ll be doing that week.

Half way through the update, Siti burst into the room without knocking.

Both of us looked up and Siti spoke really fast in a flustered manner.

Siti : Mr Chan…. That man is here again.

Mr Chan got up immediately and went out of the office with me following close behind.

When I got to the reception, a couple of my male colleagues were already there.

Thomas was at the reception with 2 huge hampers and several boxes of cupcakes from a famous local chain.

Mr Chan stepped forward and asked what Thomas wanted.

Thomas: Mr Chan…. i.. I sincerely apologise for my outburst…I hope you and your staff can forgive me.

Thomas : What I did was wrong, rude, and unprofessional. I shouldn’t have done that.

Thomas : I’m really sorry.

Just then he saw me standing behind Mr Chan, he extended his hand, bowed his head a little and added.

Thomas : Sorry brother…. Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that… please accept my apology …

With so many pairs of eyes on me, I shook his hand but I did not speak.

Thomas gave everyone gathered a slight bow, apologising again for his behaviour.

He went on to add that he had catered lunch for the whole office, and that they will be setting up in a while.

He left after saying his piece.


The food started arriving and I could see he spared no expense on that meal. It’s a good spread.


Most of the staff help themselves to the food, Mr Chan included. It’s free food after all.


Thomas arrived. He apologised again to everyone, but this time round on a more personal basis.

I happened to be standing near a cluster of my colleagues and when I heard Thomas asking about Joan, I figured out what he’s up to.

Thomas : Ermm.. anyone of you happen to know where Joan is ?...

He switched group shortly after and carried on his questions.

Thomas : Joan and I had a minor misunderstanding…..i’m trying to contact her to sort things out.

I observed him going round the reception area, chatting casually with each colleague, he gave out namecards, adding that he could give a good discount for catering but most important of all, to contact him if Joan gets in touch.

Thomas : Yah, help me reach her if you can la…. I give you voucher…free catering also can hahaha….

He stressed that he really want to speak with Joan.

My turn finally came, I was 1 of the last he approached for obvious reason.

Thomas: Hey brother… I’m sorry… really sorry…I heard you are covering Joan’s work is it ?

I did not know where he got that information from, probably from one of the loose lipped colleague.

I decided to play along and take the chance to vent my anger.

James : Yah. She suddenly urgent leave. I got to cover all her work on top of my own.

James : These few days you know how I’m living or not… I hide here, hide there, run here run there, avoiding people, now I’m the one holding the fort, if it’s you, you dulan or not ? you tell me.

James : Sometimes phone ring , don’t dare to answer, vibrate also my heart jump.

I gestured in an animated way.

James : That day, client came for another project. I hide ah…. Really hide ah. Squat and duck walk from cubicle to cubicle. Almost got to do cover and concealment with the office plant.

I pointed to the really sad looking palm that Siti was suppose to take care off.

Thomas smiled warmly and tried to calm me down, he said that he understands my frustration, and that he will talk to Joan once he gets in touch with her.

He passed me 1 of his name card too and I saw it’s the same one I got from Joan’s place.

It’s of the catering business he co-owned.

Thomas : Don’t worry, she’ll be back soon ah…. Tahan a bit more… sorry ah… really sorry about last week.

I waved him off, saying it’s water under the bridge.


I messaged Joan about what Thomas did.


Joan just sent me a screen capture of what Thomas sent her.

“ Let’s talk ”

“Why are you hiding”

“Do you really need to tell your boss about this”

It ended with ;

“I’ll find you eventually”

I got off work at 8.30pm that day.


I bought a 2nd hand phone from one of the neighbourhood shops near my place.


I got back home and had a long shower before I started surfing online forums. I messaged a few brothers in the hope that I could get a prepaid sim card.

After an hour, I finally hooked up with someone and he agreed to meet me the following evening.


I spent a while researching about Thomas, his catering business, his facebook profiles, his linked in account.

Anything I could get on line.

I even purchased a copy of the business profile from ACRA.

I laid out all the information I gathered so far on the table.

I looked at Thomas’ facebook postings and pictures.

I googled the location of his catering business.

I jotted down a list of items that I would need.

15th Jan 2013



It was a crazy day at work, it’s seriously no joke trying to cover the workload of 2 person.

Joan and I exchanged a couple of messages, purely work related, although she did end off with a “ miss your corny jokes “ message

I got to the neighbourhood shops which sold everyday household items and I grabbed hold of a basket.

I bought a basic set of tools, hammer, screwdriver and the works.

I threw some glue into the basket too.

I added a cheap lipstick and a bottle of nail polish.

I bought a plastic 3 tier shoe rack.

And the largest item of all, I took a collapsible laundry rack. Those kind you see outside hair salon, they used it to dry their towels.

I could not carry anymore and I decided to leave the rest of the shopping for tomorrow.

I lugged everything home and deposited them in my room.


At 11pm, the bro I bought a sim card from arrived on a motorbike and we concluded the deal at the carpark.

He told me to top up using cards you get from stalls and to avoid topping up online.

I thanked him for his trouble and paid him for the sim card.

I asked if he mind waiting a min while I test the card to make sure everything is ok.

He agreed.

While waiting for the phone to load up, he asked;

Sim card seller : Bro, Are you the same James that likes curry puff and writes a lot of nonsense online ?

I smiled and replied without looking up as I was trying to check the network was up.

James : Nope sorry..… hahaha…

I saw the network up and I gave the brother a thumbs up, indicating everything was ok.

Right before I turn and leave, I added.

James : I don’t like curry puff……

James : …..but I like old change kee….


18th Jan 2013 



It was one of the few occasions I was late for work that day. 

I was in office till around 2am that morning before I headed back for a rest. 

Even then, I could not finish what I was supposed to be doing. 

A couple of clients had started to make noise, I was CCed in the mail that were directed to Mr Chan himself. 

My boss did not question me at all, he just dropped me a mail, asking me to try and prioritise and clear the backlog as much as I can. 

I had lunch alone at 2.30pm that day, my eyelids were heavy, I was exhausted and I could not think properly. 

Both Joan and my deliverables were starting to pile up. My plans for Thomas were in shambles, I simply scribbled bits and pieces of information and ideas on post it notes. 

It did not help when my mum called at 4.30pm to ask if Joan was coming over during the weekend. She wanted to do her grocery shopping in case she needed to cook. 

I told her I don’t think Joan would be coming over since she was still overseas. 

My perk me up call came at 5.30pm. It was a Malaysia registered cell number.

Hearing Joan’s voice on the phone had this weird effect on my mental well being, I felt slightly better hearing her ask about my day. 

Joan : How’s your day ? 

James : Haha… what do you think ? You got read your emails or not ? 

She apologised for dumping me with all the work, she had wanted to reply some of the mails but she did not have access to the information I had. 

Joan : Hehe.. Sorry la… I buy you dinner.. 

I had excused myself to the lift lobby by then, I did not want my colleagues to know that I was talking to Joan . 

James : How are you ? Feeling better ? 

Joan : Yup. Much better. 

James : Then come over my place and give me a massage. 

She laughed before she grew silent. 

Joan added a moment later that she could get her relative to drop her off at the customs the next day, she’ll make her way to my place thereafter. 

I immediately felt a stirring in my pants when I heard her reply and I tried to contain my excitement. 

James : Serious or not ? Don’t joke ah… my mum want to cook for you.. 

She laughed and asked me to tell my mum not to trouble herself. 

Right before we hang up, Joan asked if I’m picking her up at the checkpoint the next day. 

Joan : It’s gonna be pretty early you know… my uncle leaves for Singapore round 5.30. I should be at woodlands round 6.45am or so. 

I wanted to tell her I needed sleep but decided not to. She asked me to hold the line and I heard her speaking to someone on her end. 

Joan : Okok… around 7am at woodlands interchange. My uncle can drop me there. 

I agreed and hung up. 


I left work at 8 that day and I went shopping for the rest of the stuff I needed. 

I bought a pair of cheap leather shoes from the neighbourhood shop. 

I added to my stash a large canvas bag, those really china ones looking with red, white and blue coloured strips. 

I dropped a ketchup squeeze bottle into my loot before making my way back. 

The thought of having Joan over again gave me a much needed energy boost. 

I dropped by the pharmacy and I bought condoms, lubricants and even one of those fancy vibrating ring. 

Nothing should go wrong this time round. 

I reached home at 9.30pm and I told my mum that I’m meeting Joan tomorrow morning, she’s coming over for the weekend. 

My mum started scolding me, asking why I said she was not heading over earlier in the day. 

James : It was a last minute decision. 

She took the opportunity to dig some information from me about Joan and I quickly answered them so she’ll leave me alone. 

James : Yes…. My colleague…. Yes…. Same office…. Yes…. Same cubicle…. Yes… do same project…. Yes…..yes… and more yes… 

I escaped when I had the chance and I heard her making plans with my dad to head to the market early the next day to do some shopping. 

Jasper came out of the shower and upon hearing Joan’s heading over, asked me if I could give him her mobile number. 

Jasper : Kor, gimme her number leh, I wasapp her for the textbooks she said she wanted to give me. 

I gave him a suspicious look before texting Joan about it. 

She told me to go ahead and give Jasper her number.

30 minutes later, I received a group notification beep only to realise that suddenly there was a new group chat initiated by my mum. 

Mum wasapp : Hello Joan. …. Auntie cook lunch for you tomorrow yah. .. See you.. 

Jasper wasapp : Yoz Joan… sup… 

James wasapp : You guys are freaky……Stop this…. Before you scare her off… 

Mum wasapp : I’ll create one more group without James…… he very irritating.

Joan wasapp : haha. Thank you auntie….. Sup Jasper… see you tomorrow. 

I allocated some time to tidy up my room 

I cleaned the aircon filter. 

I dusted my table 

I cleaned up my bedside table and placed a fresh box of tissues on it. 

I removed all the junk in the drawer of the bedside table and filled it with the condoms and lubricants I just bought. 

I knelt in the middle of my bed and I tried to visualise. 

I tried reaching for the tissues, the condoms, yes, everything was easily within reach. 

I place the aircon remote near too. 

That was it. 

I’m almost there. 

I can almost feel myself on top of Joan. 

I checked that my lock to the room was still working, after all, it’s been a while since I locked the door. 

I spent a bit of my new found energy working and reviewing the information I had so far about Thomas. 

I already knew his car right down to which area he was staying at. 

I even knew which cafes he frequent, and who his hairdresser is. 

It’s pretty amazing the amount of personal information people upload freely onto social media these days. 

Please be sure to check your privacy settings. 

I know a lot of people like to check in to cool cafes, hipsters restaurant and all, but to sick perverts like me, it only tells me one thing. 

No, not that you are dinning and having coffee in some cool place. 

It just tells me you are not at home. 

That’s all I needed to know.

Before I slept, I had a pretty good idea brewing for Thomas, but it’s very much dependent on timing and opportunity. 

I did some detailed sketches and diagrams, drew some funny stickman characters. 

Things got to happen at the right time, in front of the right people. 

I stuffed the notes into a file and put it together with the items I bought and transferred everything to the storeroom. My mum asked about the new purchases but I told her I needed them to test a new prototype at work.

I set my alarm for the next morning and fell asleep at 1am. 

19th Jan 2013 



I boarded a bus, did a transfer and got to woodlands interchange at 7am sharp. 

I loitered around the drop off area near the train station, waiting for Joan to show up. 

A Malaysian registered mpv pulled up shortly and Joan stepped out of the passenger seat. She thanked her uncle for the lift before coming towards me. 

I was standing a distance away and I made no attempt to acknowledge her because her relative’s car was still hanging around. 

I’m not sure after what happened, her immediate relatives, parents included could accept a new man in her life. 

Joan was oblivious to her busybody relative and she just came towards me, gave me a smile and nudged me on the arm as we walked off together. 

Joan : Miss me or not… haha 

I observed the vehicle slowly pulling away, before picking up speed when we’re out of sight. 

James : My whole family misses you. What poison did you feed them ? 

She laughed and we boarded a train back to my place.

When we got in at 8.20am, my parents were out and my brother was still sound asleep. 

We were both pretty hungry, so after dropping off her overnight bag, we headed to macdonalds to grab some breakfast at Hougang mall since it’s a 10 minute walk from my place. 

She complained that I took so long to even choose a seat and I smile at her sheepishly.

James : The aircon so cold…. 

While Joan was placing the order, I took a look around and made sure the coast was clear. 

I took a picture of her back view. 

When I was sure she’s not looking, I took a picture of her at the condiments counter picking up napkins and chilli sauce. I took a few quick shots, I wanted to capture the drinks and food for 2 on the tray.

Half way through the meal, I pretended that my phone rang and I needed to take it outside as it’s quite noisy in the restaurant. 

Now I chose the seat beside another couple who arrived slightly earlier than us. They had only just set down their food when Joan went to make the order. 

The guy was pretty big sized, he should be able to block me easily if you were to look in from the exterior. 

If I chose to stand on the exterior of the restaurant, I can position myself such that I can take a picture down the long seats with the couple right in front while Joan and I were next in line. 

I switched my phone camera to burst mode, pretended to talk on the phone at the glass panel right beside the couple and fired away. 

I moved about, not sure if I could get the shot I wanted, I can’t check my phone as it’ll be too obvious, I just let the burst mode go wild as I paced up and down. 

I went back after a minute or so and finished my breakfast. 

Joan went to the bathroom and I took the opportunity to review the pictures and found a couple that looked pretty decent. 

I deleted the rest and went through my plan in my mind again. 

Timing… it’s all about the timing. 

Joan and I took a slow walk back to my place and we had a long chat. 

I casually asked if she was comfortable talking about Thomas, and why is he bent on getting in touch with her. 

James : Didn’t he initiated the breakup ? 

Joan brought me though the sequence of events that led to the breakup. It turns out that the relationship were on shaky ground around since early june in 2012. 

She suspected that he was two timing her but she was afraid to confront him and brushed it off as her own imagination. 

The truth came out when one of her friends saw Thomas with a PRC woman behaving intimately at a family ktv joint in August. She decided to head down and Thomas was caught red handed. 

James : What did he say ? 

Joan : That she was just a regular friend.. 

She was upset of course but she kept the matter from her parents. 

They quarrelled several times and she said he kept denying. 

Her parents did suspect something was off but since Joan did not come clean with them, they did not press her for answers. 

Thomas on the other hand tried to pretend everything was normal but Joan said she was just so lost and did not know what to do. 

The only thing she did was to immediately head for a check up back in August. 

Joan : I just felt so dirty, thinking about Thomas and the PRC girl. 

Joan : I refused to let him touch me since then. 

She went on to say that she felt compelled to keep the appearances up because of pressure from the family. There were no less than 6 major family gatherings including her grandparents 80th birthday celebration, weddings and baby shower that they attended together since August. She did not want relatives to ask unnecessary questions. 

During the Christmas season when Thomas came over for dinner, and he wanted to stay over. 

Joan : I refused. We quarrelled quite badly and he stomped off….. 

James : What happened next.. 

Joan paused, seemingly lost for words as she just looked down onto the floor. 

James : It’s ok if you don’t want to say….. 

Joan took a seat at one of the void deck benches and I joined her. 

Joan : My parents could not take it any longer and forced me to come clean and I told them everything. They were shocked and they asked me again and again if I was sure.

Joan : They confronted Thomas but he denied everything. He got angry, told my parents off and said he’s breaking up with me since they don’t trust him. 

Joan: My parents….. they did some digging and found out about the PRC girl. she’s an employee at the catering business…..

Joan : My mum immediately ran a check and said she would not be extending the work permit of the PRC girl when it expires in mid Jan. 

It was then I reeled around and stared at Joan. 

So the co –owner of the catering business is her mum. 

With a different surname from Joan and Thomas, I assumed it was purely a business partner with no blood relations.

I tried googling the name but it reeled no results. I guess her mum is not a big fan of social media. 

Joan : Thomas found out . He wanted to talk, he wanted to keep the girl here and he wanted to make up with me… he said I was overreacting… He even added the girl was a good chef. 

James : Can’t Thomas do the extension, he owns 50% of the company…… 

Joan paused and shot me a look, I quickly recovered and said he did mentioned he’s the boss when he came to the office and that he co-owned it. 

Joan went on to say that’s true but all the staff from admin to finance to the operation staff were hired by her mum before she handed the reins over to Thomas. 

Joan : They know who to side. She’s still the main signatory for the company. 

I could see Joan’s eyes welling up and I patted her on the shoulder. 

Joan : More than 10 years, and I thought I knew this person inside out. 

Joan broke down and I stopped my questions. 

10 minutes later when she spoke, I could feel the anger she suppressed inside herself. 

Joan : Then the day after I met you…he wanted to see me on Sunday… he came over to my place….my parents were at Church… 

She went on to tell me that he wanted talk and he realised his mistakes, he even mentioned he would like to make up barely 3 days he broke up with her. 

Joan confronted him again and said she would consider if he came clean about the PRC girl. 

Thomas admitted that it was a fling, and that they already broke up and yes, they had sex.

She spoke up then adding that since they broke up, it should not bother him that her mum was sending her back, and if he liked fucking her, he should just go back to China with her.

Thomas lost it and slapped Joan first. 

Joan threw the next punch, then everything went out of control.

I kept quiet and listened on. 

Joan : He kept messaging me lately, saying he’s sorry…. That he wanted to talk, to make up. He also wanted to keep the girl, saying that she’s a good worker and that she needed to support her family back in china.

James : He should be looking for your mum to keep her, why is he looking for you ? 

Joan : My mum has initiated a transfer of the business over to my name, we’re waiting for the papers. She said it’s something I should sort out on my own. 

She got up from the seat and began walking again. 

Joan : Thomas wanted a few things, he wanted to buy over my share when the transfer is done, and he wanted to keep the woman here and he wanted to make up. He wanted everything to go back to the way it once were.

I fell in step beside Joan and asked. 

James : Why can’t he just register a new business and keep that bitch ? 

Joan laughed and ruffled my hair. 

Joan : James ah James….. in this current climate…… you don’t suka suka open a new business and expect the ministry to give you permit for workers…. Haha…

I nodded and replied. 

James : So…. That means in the near future, you’re going to be a business owner ah ? 

She nodded in a disinterested manner. 

I took the opportunity to hold Joan’s hand, interlocking our fingers together. 

She was surprised and although she stared at me, she did not push me away. 

Joan : What…was that for ….. 

I led her to the lift lobby of my block and replied. 

James : You’re going to be a boss soon….. I’ve always wanted a sugar mummy… 

Joan laughed and ignored my comment. 

What’s important was that she did not push my hand away. 

We went up the lift and when we stepped into the house at 10.20am, my parents were back. My mum’s busy in the kitchen and she stopped what she was doing to say hi to Joan. 

The first thing she noticed was Joan’s red eyes and she shot me a look. 

I quickly avoided her and went into my room while Joan offered to help with the preparation. 

While Joan was busy in the kitchen, I did a bit of work, replied a few emails made a few calls.


It was an early lunch and the first comment I had when I saw the spread was where was the yusheng.

James : Eh where’s the yusheng….. can lou hei already….

I gestured to the table to food and asked my mum.

James : You cooked reunion dinner ah ?

She ignored me and shouted for my brother and my dad to come out for lunch while she change out of her cooking top.

I saw my brother come out for lunch and I shouted in his direction.

James : eh You siao ah ? …At home eat lunch gel hair. ?

Jasper : Aiyah… you mind your own business la.

He smiled and took the seat beside Joan.

My dad emerged next with a new haircut and my eyes just widened in disbelief.

He saw me look at him and added,

Dad : What’s wrong ?

James : Nothing….

My mum came out shortly in a nice top and joined us at the table.

I took a look around the dining table and realised everyone was quite well dressed except me.

I’m not talking formal wear but at least decent.

I was wearing a crumpled pair of berms and a tshirt with a hole near my sleeve. My hair has been puffy since I woke up that morning.

I turned and looked at Joan, her sleeveless hugging dress accentuated her figure nicely yet it’s casual enough. Her hair was neatly tied up in a bun.

She had crossed her legs, placing both her hands on her thighs as she waited for my family to be seated.

I burst out laughing when she went ;

Joan :Uncle, auntie, 吃饭。。。

She even looked towards Jasper before angling her head towards the food and gave a slight nod

Joan : Jasper…let’s eat.

She nudged my on my elbow to stop me from giggling anymore.

Joan : James….

My family and Joan tucked into the delicious spread of home cooked food. We chatted and laughed and my mum and Jasper peppered Joan with a series of questions and she answered them all without hesitation.

I’ve never felt so ignored in my life but seeing Joan laugh and enjoy her meal that day, I have no complains.


After doing the dishes, we retreated to our room. My mum immediately came over and mentioned that the weather was really hot that day and that we should keep the door opened.

James : I have this white box that spews out cold air on the ceiling mum…

I ignored her and closed the door.

Joan and I laid down on the bed. I don’t deny I was horny and I wanted to have sex but I was really tired especially after the heavy lunch and going without a good sleep the past few nights.

Joan too was tired from her journey out from Kukup early that morning and we both just knocked out beside each other on the bed.


I must have really zonked out and I did not realised it was already that late.

I saw Joan sitting on my desk, her back facing me and she was busy reading.

I turned and stretched and realised that my mum had already brought in the spare mattress from the bedroom.

My eyes shifted a little and I quickly jumped out of bed.

Right by the door was the stash of items I bought.

I cursed at my carelessness when I recalled I had leaned everything against the spare mattress.

I went over to Joan and saw her going through the pieces of drawings and sketches I did, including all the information I had collected about Thomas.

I panicked… I really did.

That was the first time since the start of this fiasco I found myself without a reason or a witty comment.

James : Joan…. I can explain. …

She swivelled around on my chair and waved the pieces of paper at me.

Before I could speak, she spoke first.

Joan : It’s not worth breaking the law for him James…

James : I…

She folded her arms and stared at me, I did not say a word.

I really did not know what to say.

Then Joan stood up, came over to me and gave me a hug and spoke by my ears.

Joan : Don’t do stupid things James… it’s not worth it.

I nodded and she let go.

She threw most of my drawings away and kept 2.

Then she gave a cheeky smile and added.

Joan : I thought it’ll be funny to do this 2 though….

I smiled too seeing her break into a giggle and agreed.


We went out into the living area to see my mum with a 2nd spread of food on the table.

As she laid out the utensils, she asked ;

Mum : Joan , how ? you all got figure out the prototype for work or not ?

Joan and I sat down at our seats, my brother and dad sat down too, completing the family.

Joan’s hand reached for mine under the table and we held hands.

She gave mine a little squeeze and replied my mum.

Joan : We did…… We’ll test it out tonight…

She turned, so did I and we shared a looked for that brief second before we turned back to the table.

James : Dad…. mum…吃饭。..


My mum kept asking Joan if the food was ok during the meal. 

Is the soup too salty ? 

Is the vegetables too spicy ?

Is the meat too sweet ? 

Joan smiled with every reply, adding that it’s all nice and good, but she did not stop there, she added that the dinner my mum cook had something special. 

Joan : There’s the 家的味道。。 very homely. 

The smile never left my mum’s face that evening. 


Joan and I retreated to the room and I brought out my old lego set I used to meddle with. 

Together we recreated a simple model of Joan’s place and her immediate surroundings. We laughed and fought for the pieces we wanted to represent us. 

I selected a lego piece with a frown and moustache for Thomas and placed him at the model depicting Joan’s corridor. 

Joan took a look at the figure and she pulled out his head. 

Joan : Looks so much better now. 

I went over my plan with Joan and she made some adjustments and comments along the way. Now that she’s on board, certain shortcuts can be taken. 

It’s a lot easier for me to set everything up too. 

We went through the plan twice and did a dry run with the lego models, laughing and giggling along the way how funny it would be if everything worked accordingly to our plan. 

At 9.00pm that day, I got changed into black running shorts and t-shirt and I put on my running shoes. I even chose a black underwear. 

Joan saw my attire and asked what was I up to, I replied her honestly that I learned something from a very good friend of mine back in school days. 

Joan : Wah… you ninja ah…? 

James : If you are up to no good…. Gear up….. Be prepared to run. 

Joan : Hmm… good advice… where is your friend now ? 

James : Jail…. He out ran the police many times …. He was 1 of the best VCD seller at bedok interchange when we were in secondary school. 

Joan hit me on my head and asked what happened then. 

James : You can run 10 times, 100 times… the police just need to catch you 1 time. Game over. 

I lugged the items to the main door and gestured to Joan that we’re ready to go. 

As we entered the lift, Joan look at her get up in the reflection and said. 

Joan : I also want to change. 

I laughed said of course. 

We hailed a cab and arrive at Joan’s place at 9.45pm. I directed the cab to 2 blocks away, just in case Thomas decided to camp near Joan’s house. 

I checked that the coast was clear and we lugged all the items up. 

Our roles were clearly split even before we left the house and the moment we reached, we sprang into action. 

Joan opened the door and we carried the wooden shoe cabinet into the house. 

She set up the laundry rack along the corridor and left me on my own. 

I told her to head to the convenient stall and get me 2 bottles of water and a packet of condoms, and to remember to get the receipt and ask for a plastic bag. 

Using the tools I bought, I took apart the top piece of the shoe cabinet and flipped it over. 

I cut lines after lines along the middle of the top half using a cutter, causing the chipboard to flake and come loose with every cut. 

I did it till almost half way thought the thickness of the top cover. 

I removed the mid vertical support for the interior of the cabinet, with the support gone, you can no longer hold up the rest of the horizontal planks but it doesn’t matter. 

I let all the shoes pile on top of one another and I replaced the top cover. 

I opened the door and carefully moved it back into place. 

My shirt was already drenched with perspiration by then and Joan happened to get back with the items I needed. 

We opened both bottled of water and drenched the men’s shirt over the sink before wringing it dry and hanging it on the laundry rack on the corridor. 

I asked Joan for a set of her lingerie that Thomas would definitely recognised as hers and we did the same thing before hanging it at the laundry rack. 

I placed the cheap man’s shoes outside the main door and Joan added a pair of her flats beside it. 

I had about ¼ of water left in my bottle and Joan had about half. Using the lipstick, Joan left some lipstick marks at the mouth rim of the bottle and smudge some on the bottle cap. 

I checked that everything was done and I asked Joan to get changed while I clean up the mess we made so far. 


Joan came out in a pair of black Yoga pants, commenting that it felt a little tight. 

Joan : Die… put on weight liao… 

I looked that the pair of black pants hugging Joan’s bottom so tightly that I suddenly wished I was the one holding up her firm bottom. 

She wore a black running singlet but had on lime green sports bra. 

As she put on her running shoes, I composed the message to Thomas using the sim card I bought online. 

James sms : Hi Thomas… You gimme namecard in office. I think I see Joan. She stay sengkang is it ? 

I hit sent. 

Almost immediately, my phone rang but I rejected it. 

It rang again and I hit reject again before I draft a message. 

James sms : Sorry… I don’t want to be involved… but can you gimme $300 catering voucher for next month if I tell you where is Joan ?

Thomas replied immediately 

Thomas sms : No problem. Can. Where is she ? 

James sms : I see her walking with a guy…. I at sengkang now…. Near rivervale plaza… 

Thomas sms : Where ? Which block ? 

James sms : Confirm can gimme the voucher ? 

Thomas sms : Can.. I can give you cash if you want too…where is she ? 

James sms : no need. The voucher you put at reception… I go take. 

Thomas sms : Can… where is she now… ? 

James sms : They walking around the hdb block… donno go where…Joan stay near here ? 

Thomas dropped me a message with Joan’s address and I replied that they look like they heading over to that block. 

James sms : They going up liao… are you coming ? if not wait you say I lie ? 

Thomas immediately replied that he’s on his way. 

James sms : Okok. I think they go in lift liao…. Good luck…

I stopped my messaging and I signalled to Joan that it was time to go. 

She left her room light on, and placed her phone in the middle of the dining table on ring mode. 

We shut door and placed the 2 bottles of water inside the plastic bag. I bunched the bag down, arranging it such that it gave an appearance that we were in a hurry and left the bag on top of the shoe cabinet. 

I made sure the receipt is prominently displayed, sticking it to the side of one of the bottle. 

We had already kept the condoms in Joan’s room. 

We crossed over to the neighbouring block and found a vantage point 1 floor above Joan’s unit. It gave us a good view her corridor and the road below. 

We giggled and laugh in excitement and we were both imagining how the scene would play out. 

We chatted and kept looking down to the road below. 

It was about a 20 minute wait. 


Joan grabbed my hand and nodded her head towards a car pulling into the small road. It turned head into the rubbish bin area and the engine and lights went out. 

Thomas got out and I saw him walking briskly towards the lift lobby. 

Moments later we saw him at the corridor. 

He plastered his face on the window again and he reached for his phone, presumably dialling her number. 

He must have heard the phone in the house because he literally slammed his face back against the glass, trying to make out where the sound was coming from. 

He went from panel to panel and I could see him keep repeating his calls. 

It was then then he took notice of the water on the shoe cabinet and we giggled as we saw him ransack through the bag , no doubt snooping to see what Joan was up to. 

He turned around and saw the laundry rack,

He took a closer look and no doubt must have noticed the men’s shirt drying on the rack together with some of Joan’s lingerie. 

Then it happened. 

Thomas shifted the shoe rack again, moving it towards the part where the top hung window is opened. 

I could feel Joan squeezing my hand while she chuckled that it was going to happened. 

And it did. 

I was half expecting Thomas to get up on the cabinet before falling down but when Thomas pressed down the top panel to hoist himself up, it collapsed with a loud smack and we saw the comical sight of him disappearing from view totally.

Joan burst out laughing, slapping her knee and I giggled a good deal too. 

Thomas stayed out of sight for a while and after what seemed like 1 minute or so, we wondered did he hit his head and faint or something. 

Then Joan suddenly gripped my hand, her gaze was directed not towards her corridor but towards the parked car at the bottom. 

A woman emerged with phone in hand, she looked upwards as she answered. 

She was scantily dressed, her choice of clothes and the branded Chanel bag she held on so dearly screamed PRC. 

She wobbled on her high heels on the pavements quickly towards the lift lobby. Thomas must have called her for help. 

I was about to turn to Joan when I saw her grabbed a brick from some potted plants along the corridor we were hiding at and started running down the stairs. 

James : Fuck… 

I immediately got up and ran after her. 

James : Joan…!!... Joan !! wait.. please… 

We were on the 5th floor of the opposite block and Joan flew down the steps, brick in hand. 

She took 2 steps at a time, jumped the last 4 steps and kept going. 

I did my best to catch up to her, calling out her name along the way. I did not dare to be too loud, trying my best to direct my voice at her. 

James : Joan wait… wait… Joan! 

It was amazing how fast both of us tore up that 5 floors of steps, I could feel my feet and thighs burning when I jumped the last 5 steps onto the ground floor. 

I landed on both feet and staggered forward a few steps. 

Joan was only a couple of meters ahead of me. 

I sprinted, opened up my steps and managed to grabbed Joan’s left hand. 

James : Joan wait !... wait.. please. 

She shook me off effortlessly and continued on. 

I thought she wanted to smash the car but I was wrong. 

She went straight for the lift lobby of her place. 

I was panting hard, perhaps it was a mix of adrenaline and fear, I caught up to Joan and I managed to wrap my right arm around her waist. 

I went around the moment Joan made a dash forward, the momentum drove a sharp pain into my right shoulder blade. 

I held on, gripped and literally lifted Joan off the ground, retreating towards the opposite block. I was desperate to get some cover. 

It was then Joan struggled in the opposite direction and I felt the swing of her arms.

I looked back and saw the brick fly towards Thomas’ car the moment Joan called out

Joan : Bloody bitch… 

My heart almost dropped as I followed the trajectory of the brick. 

My balls shrank and immediately went back to normal size when I saw Joan missed and it only hit the frame of the rear wheel. 

Joan was still fighting to go forward and she left me no choice. 

I set her down, took a deep breath and did a fireman lift on her. 

Joan : ARhghhhh…James… let me down….arghhh.. 

I ran. 

I really ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction of Joan’s place and estate. 

Joan struggled, hitting my back. 

It brought back memories of my artillery drills back in my army days. 

I ran. 

And I ran.. 

I could almost hear myself shouting 

“arti….atri… arti “ 

At that moment, I believed in Karma. 

I really did at that moment in time. 

Joan was desperate for me to put her down, she reached into my shorts and she started tugging and pulling at my underwear. 

Joan : ARghh.. arghhh.. arghh…. 

The tugging sent waves of pain and sensations I could not describe to my balls and manhood and I slowed down considerably. 

As if pulling was not enough, Joan had to shake it side to side. 

Joan : ARghh… put me down. 

I finally slowed down to a crawl and set Joan down. 

I knelt down immediately and I hugged Joan on her leg, looking up at her with my eyes wide open .

Joan : arghhhg.. so angry… why did you stop me… 

Joan saw me hugging onto her leg without a word and asked if I was ok. 

I wanted to speak but no words left my mouth. 

Joan shook herself free and went to the nearby bush and started stomping and kicking exclaiming how angry she was. 

I reached into my pants and I slowly feel my exposed butt cheeks. 

I unrolled the twisted clump of fabric on my butt cracked and slowly sat down on the floor and looked up into the skies. 

That day, I had been punished. 

I was punished for all the wrong doings I had done. 

Joan came over and asked if I was ok. 

Joan : Are you ok ? …. 

She helped me up and I replied. 

James : My….. underwear….. became a G-string….. what do you think ? … 

She apologised and helped me to a nearby bench. We were both quiet for a good 5 minutes she burst into laughter first. 

Then I joined her. 

At the stroke of midnight, both of us were just laughing at the bench, clutching our at stomachs. 

We calmed down enough to grab a cab around 12.30am in the morning.

I got home and everyone was already asleep. 

Joan wanted me to shower first and I did. 

I showed her the deformed underwear with the top elastic band all loose and she laughed, chucking and snorting in the bedroom. 

Joan went ahead with her shower and we were both ready for bed at 1.15am. 

Her hair was still wet, I watch her tilt her head to the side, trying to dry her long hair with the towel. 

Yes, she wore my work shirt again that morning. I could see through my shirt to the bra and underwear beneath. 

She saw me looking at her and she smiled. 

I locked the door.

No one will barge in that morning. 

There’s no reason for things not to work out in my favour. 


Joan got into bed, and I followed suit. 

No I did not immediately rape her, I was not that horny yet. 

I knew in my heart that the moment was upon us. 

I laid down beside Joan, and we were just smiling in a silly manner at each other, neither wanted to make the first move. 

We chatted a little, and laughed again at the stupid things we have done.


I went on top of Joan, and she stroked my face as I went close for a kiss. 

That was the first time I tasted her lips. 

Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath on my face and yet I was just staring at her. 

Part of me still can’t believe what was about to happen. 

Joan suddenly asked me a question

Joan : Do you love me ? ….

James : Which man, in his right mind…… would say no…..especially when he’s in this very position…. Haha

She laughed and gave me a playful slap. 

Joan : You and your nonsense…. 

I reached for a condom, waving it at her and she just smiled. 

We kissed again before I broke off our lips. 

It was only fair I asked her the same question. 

James : Do… do you love me ? 

She just looked at me and smiled. 

She hesitated for that half a second before her lips opened again. 

Then Joan did something I totally did not expect her to do. 

Joan : You…asked me if I love you… 

She sang. 

She actually sang me a song. 

I was totally taken aback. 

I never expected her to do what she did. 

Her voice is so different when she sings. It’s like a healing balm for the soul. 
I watched her lips moved, I watched her looked at me and she went on. 

The soft tenderness of her vocal felt like a warm blanket in the cold aircon room.

I hung onto every word, every lyric, every note. 

As she went on, she smiled and her eyes watered. 

I simply froze where I was. 

When she finally stopped, she answered my question. 

Joan : Yes James….… I love you....

She hugged me, pulling me close to her. 

After a short embrace, Joan let me go and she took the condom from my hand. 

She held it in front of me and said. 

Joan : Think….. very very… carefully… before you answer me James….

Joan : Do you love me ? ……haha. 

I decided to return her the favour and I started to sing the same song in a totally off tuned and disgusting voice.

James : You ~~ ask…. Me…~~~ if I love… 

She laughed and tried to stuff the condom into my mouth in a bid to stop me from singing. 

I stopped her and I tried to do the same for her. 

She resisted but I could feel her slowly giving in to me. 

Then she tore open the wrapper and waited. 

I put it near her mouth and I saw her tongue came out. I gave the wrapper a little squeeze… and off it went into Joan’s mouth. 

She just smiled and I felt her hands pushing me off her so I could sit up. 

I got up, leaned back and look back up at the same ceiling I stared at last week, 

I felt my boxers go and the cold air of the room hit my privates. 

I closed my eyes the moment I felt the surreal warmth of Joan’s lips and the condom being unrolled onto me. 

I must have accumulated some good karma in my previous life too.