Chapter 12 second quarter

She has been in New York for nearly a year.I was so lonely that I was shrunken, so I worked up the courage to go to a bar with a loud advertisement: "For single old horses who know the way!" It is "Meeting City" on Second Street. She puts a lot of thought into her attire.To be both attractive and not vulgar. A black turtleneck sweater was tied with a wide belt in the middle, and a long wool skirt was fitted and fitted.The tights are thin and transparent, with a pair of half-heeled shoes.Added an inch to her five-foot-six height. She thought the makeup on her face was too light, so she added some powder, blush and lipstick.The false eyelashes are not installed well, so I just take them off and paint my sparse eyelashes black.

Unexpectedly, "Xianfeng City" is small and crowded, and the customers are crowded on the sidewalk drinking and laughing loudly, as if they are competing with the jukebox at the door. She squeezed in sideways.I also found that the women who came here, whether single or in a relationship, were all younger than her.They were probably in their teens or twenties, dressed in exotic clothes and bright colors.In comparison, she looks like a straight-forward person. It took more than ten minutes to get close to the bar, and it took another five minutes to get a glass of beer from the half-busy bartender.She was pushed and jostled by the crowd, but no one spoke to her.

She kept smiling and didn't look around.Around her, there are countless vigorous and powerful beings.Laughter, shouts, music, gag calls. "Sorry, baby." When a man squeezed over to pick up the wine, he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to look.He was a stocky young man, very dark, and wore a helmet with a lot of hoops hanging from it.Shirt buttons unbuttoned to the waist.Around the neck are three gold chains.Strange signs dangled on his thick chest. His musky smell was so strong that it almost suffocated her.Messy teeth, unshaved beard.The underarms were wet. She suddenly realized that this person didn't care.He doesn't care about anything.

She just envied his indifference. She remained at the bar, drinking a flat, tasteless beer, watching the strange world around her.It's like entering a circus.Everyone acts, but she doesn't. She looked at those women, not only younger than her, but also prettier than her.The round, mature figure is full of allure.Revealing clothes, tight jeans, provocative. She arrived at "Meeting City" around half past eleven.The climax of the frenzy came in the next hour.Afterwards, the scene gradually calmed down.The matched couples scattered and left.Gu Zhuoyi was still standing by the table, drinking her beer, with a sour smile on his face.

"What's the matter, doll?" said the dark young man. "Where is the punishment?" He let out a burst of laughter, tilted his head back, and opened his mouth wide.She saw his rotten teeth, thick tongue coating, and a flesh-red tunnel. He ordered another glass of wine and drank most of it in one go.A streak of beer foam ran down the corner of his mouth to his chin.He wiped it with the back of his hand.Take another look at the deserted bar room. "The opportunity was missed," he said. "Always too high-sighted. Do you understand? Pick three and four, and finally pick a woman with big feet."

He laughed again, and the sour smell hit her face.He patted her on the shoulder. "Where do you live, doll?" "Manhattan." "Yeah, good place. I got a chick last night, she's great, from Queens, wants me to go to her place. Lucky--right? There's no way for me to get to Queens. Thirty North of 4th Street, South of Ninety-sixth Street: my place. I live on the corner of the card." "How?" she asked knowingly. "Well, let's go," he said. "If you want food, don't pick it." She didn't want to know whether the words were addressed to her or to himself.

He lived in a one-room apartment on Eighty-fifth Street.Once inside, he said, "Go take a pee," and rushed into the bathroom. He doesn't even close the door.Xiao Xie's voice could be heard clearly.She covered her ears with her hands, wondering why she didn't run away. He came out, unbuttoning his shirt and his jeans.She couldn't help but stare at his tiny bikini. "I've got a good half," he laughed seeing where she was staring. "Not here. It's marijuana. Would you like a sip?" "No thanks," she said primly. "You just smoke."

He took out half a cigarette butt from the drawer of the cabinet, lit it, and took a deep puff.close your eyes. "God-sent manna," he said slowly. "Do you know what manna is, baby?" "A kind of divine food. Biblical." "Yes." He asked lazily, "Can you play?" "I don't know," she really didn't know. "You old women will meet. If you really can't, I'll teach you. Come on, take off that uniform first." It's more like a board than a bed.The flimsy mattress was uneven.The sheets were riddled with holes.He won't let her turn off the lights.So she can see him and herself.She had to close her eyes.But it's not that easy.

He smelled of sweat, and that weird, musky smell forced her.He has hair all over his body, on his chest, shoulders, arms, back, and legs.Only the buttocks are particularly smooth. His tenacious impact made her shout and hum more than once.Just like how Kou Malin trained them back then. Under her warm welcome, she even remembered her divorced husband, Lao Gu.Back then he complained angrily about her mechanical indifference: "You are not a 'living person' at all!" Finally, the furry creature was flattened on top of her, but rolled away from her almost instantly. He lit the little cigarette butt again.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" "My best ever," she said earnestly. "I gotta go." "Wait," he pushed her back. "It's not over yet." His tone startled her.A tyrannical confidence. Old Gu asked for it in the past, but she refused.Now, she couldn't refuse.He clamped her head tightly with his strong hands, and drew her towards his body... In the taxi home, she remembered that she didn't even know his name, and he didn't know hers, which was also a comfort.