An Affair with an older married lady... and the aftermath... - Page 17

alan0338 · #**241** 30-11-2013, 09:14 AM

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ni9htkidz · #**242** 30-11-2013, 12:10 PM

Is she speaking with a ang mo acent? Can she do split? Is she long hair? If yes, send me a PM.

bigangry · #**243** 30-11-2013, 12:30 PM

one of the better stories since oneeyesnake's sex tales

Joe Fox · #**244** 01-12-2013, 09:29 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by bigangry

one of the better stories since oneeyesnake's sex tales

rtn w thks
+5 to 246

lbk2020 · #**245** 01-12-2013, 12:03 PM

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Shrouded · #**246** 26-07-2019, 01:00 PM

And... I'm back.

With updates.

Stay tuned.

Andrea90 · #**247** 26-07-2019, 05:07 PM

Can't wait

Shrouded · #**248** 26-07-2019, 07:37 PM

Story might be a little fragmented. After all, it happened more than 5 years ago and I recently just returned from an overseas tour of duty. It took me a long while to decide whether I wanted to continue or not. But here it is…

******

I took the cheque. I went to the A&E. Nothing was broken, just bruised. I was asked if I needed to make a police report but I declined.

I left the hospital feeling devastated. While there was really nothing much in actual fact to look forward to from the entire affair, I actually felt that Ann and I might have worked out somehow. Of course, this was before I discovered her marital status.

I wandered around the estate near my place, deciding not to go home. I grabbed a couple of beers from the 7-11 and settled on a bench in the middle of nowhere.

As I dug through my pockets for my cigarettes, the cheque fell out. Five thousand dollars. It wasn't exactly a lot of money. But neither was it a small sum. It probably was only slightly more than all the cash that Ann had spent on me over the past few months.

I folded the cheque and put it in my wallet. I lit a stick and took a long drag.

I didn't know what came over me next, but I took out the name card and dialled the number. It was answered within a few rings.

"What the fuck do you want?"

I didn't know what to say.

"I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Fuck you. Fuck off. I don't give a fuck about you. Take the cash and leave us alone."

"I-"

He hung up.

I must have wandered around for ages, unopened beer still in the plastic bag. I could see the sun rising as I finally headed home.

Eventually I did cash the cheque.

The days turned to weeks, then months. After nearly a year, I felt that I had moved on from that episode.

At that point of time, I was still single, still stayed in camp on weekdays, still went out drinking with my camp mates occasionally.

By some strange coincidence, pure dumb luck or karma deciding to screw with me, a new camp mate in my department decided to have celebratory drinks for his promotion at the exact same damn pub where I first met Ann. I tried to politely decline but eventually relented and showed up at the appointed place and time that Friday night.

After one drink too many, as usual, I stumbled outside for a smoke and found myself sitting at that exact same spot.

Many shapely pairs of legs walked past, I half expected one of them to stop, and ask for a lighter.

Thankfully, none did. I finished my stick and headed back inside.

Towards closing, we all headed out again. My luckier colleagues somehow managed to pull some girls and were all heading off in various directions. I settled back down at the same spot for a smoke. My new colleague sat down beside me.

"You look sad."

I looked at him.

"Why do you say that?"

He shrugged.

"You've been quite all evening. You aren't normally this quiet in camp."

I wondered how much I could confide in this new guy. After all, I hadn't spoken much to anyone about this before.

"Let's just say this place brings back memories for me."

"Good or bad?"

I pondered for a while.

"Both I guess."

"Well, my girlfriend works at the pub. I'll be here a lot on weekends. You're welcome to join me."

I was surprised.

"Your girlfriend?"

He nodded.

"The new bartender."

"It didn't look like she knew you."

"Well yeah. She's working. We agreed I won't disturb her."

"So why will you be here often?"

"I guess I'm concerned. You saw how easy our guys picked up girls right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not saying I don't trust her, I'm just worried she might get into a situation she can't handle."

"That's why there's bouncers."

"They won't send her home and make sure she's safe."

I guess I had to agree with him.

Over the next few months, I found myself heading over pretty often. Perhaps it was the good memories that were pulling me back. Or perhaps I couldn't help but take advantage of the discounts off liquor. But being around friends helped, and slowly our group grew larger as the rest of our camp mates decided to join us more regularly.

One Friday night, the group of us were having drinks again.

"Hey, you're Mark right?"

The bartender girlfriend came up to us.

"Yeah?"

She passed me an envelope. I was surprised.

"Who's this from?"

"No idea. A lady dropped it off a couple of days ago. Asked me to pass it to you the next time you're here. Her description of you was rather accurate."

"A lady? What did she look like?"

She pondered for a while.

"She didn't seem like your type. Probably older than you. I didn't open the envelope anyway, in case you're wondering."

I had no idea why but my heart sort of skipped a beat.

I opened the envelope and peered in. There was a letter within. Part of me wanted to read it there and then but the other part told me I should probably wait. I folded the letter and placed it in my jeans pocket.

"Aren't you going to read it?"

"Nah. Probably later. We're here to relax and drink."

We all raised our glasses.

"Cheers!"