Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen Spiritual Derailment

It's not hard to spot Billy Boston in a crowd.On his left bicep is a tattoo of busty actress Pamela Anderson lying on her side; on his right bicep is Marilyn Monroe. He had small eyes, but the distance between them was so narrow that it looked as if his forehead had been hammered and dented.From the look in his eyes, it can be seen that this guy is extremely dangerous, and he is not a good thing when viewed horizontally and vertically. I really can't believe it. Why didn't the bar owner quickly send the surveillance video to the police station to report him? I made my way through the crowded crowd at the Love Love Bar, towards them.Looking around, there are either girls with heavy make-up, or unrestrained teenagers with disheveled hair.Their dancing movements are unbearable, twisting and turning, it is not clear whether they are dancing or have stomach pains.

In the chaotic and bewildering world in front of me, I can't tell what is what, but on the other side of the dance floor, I found a group of targets - mature women in their forties, wearing fashionable jeans and listening to sexy idols on their iPods Justin's single.These female wolves are Liquorland's version of Mrs. Robinson, and Jess is the best! Jess patted the stool beside her and motioned for Billy to come over. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "Here comes a very attractive mature woman, huh? I like you high-society bastards the most." He clasped his hands and said, "You can speak very well, and your eloquence is not bad."

Then Billy went over to the bar and ordered me a drink called a Meatball.He walks in a foolish way, thinking that he is suave and suave, and he is very high. "Isn't he sexy?" Jess said, her whole body went numb when she mentioned him, and she adjusted her super short miniskirt, the top edge of her sexy stockings looming, "When I saw him, I couldn't stop screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" "Really?" Strange, I saw how he only thought of "venereal disease"? No matter how you look at it, Billy is just a little brother in his late thirties, and no matter how many years pass, this feeling will not change.But the poet-sage man that Jie Si introduced to me later was a completely different type.

The poet-sage man is from Trinidad. He passed the wild dancers and sat down on the high stool next to me. He winked at the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of wine.He even said "Hello" in a very magnetic voice, his smiling lips were curved into a perfect arc, and his eyes were as deep as cat's eyes. The magnetic voice, dreamy smile and mysterious eyes, the seemingly conflicting combination exudes a deadly charm, which makes people's heart beat faster and they are at a loss.I don't know if his trumpet nose was born or was it broken?But in my eyes, it is full of wild and dangerous temptations, and it is a veritable big-nosed lover.

Oh!As soon as he opened his mouth, it was even more overwhelming—— "It turns out that angels can come down to earth too! Look," he put his thick and warm hands on my shoulders, "your wings are so beautiful!" To a woman with a clear mind, the word wings is usually only associated with "ultra-thin butterfly wing sanitary napkins", which sounds boring but normal.But for a complaining woman whose husband soaks in the home party and hugs her thighs, it is really smug to hear it! For the past fifteen years, the word "stallion" has meant nothing to me, almost like a pin on a school bulletin board, but now a stallion is accosting me!Logically speaking, this kind of thing should not happen to the mother of two children.

Let's see what my self-esteem thermometer reads... Yo!zero degrees!Who is this delicious handsome man in front of him? Jiesi has already cultivated to the realm of male devourer, and I'm just a little sheep in the beginner class.In the mysterious and charming atmosphere, I also want to have something different, I want to have fun with other men, listen to them talk about themselves, why not make up a story by myself? The wildness in the noise made me think, is there any excitement missing in my boring life?What a humble and insignificant being I am, living a life reeking of the fishy smell of canned tuna.

"Are you flirting with me? I'm much younger than you!" I flirted with him boldly. I haven't been this excited since postpartum breastfeeding and upgrading to a 34B cup. "I love the touch of time on my skin more than the marks it leaves on my face. Without the traces of love, I can't touch my curiosity; without curiosity, I can't ignite my desire." Heh... I knew it was a rookie's poem as soon as I heard it. The technique is not very good, but I was quite intoxicated. I really don't lie to you, it is definitely not alcohol.Disarming my defenses, I was completely overwhelmed, knowing that he was lying, but... I still find it very charming!

"It seems that you are a poet Luo?" He shrugged noncommittally. "Won one, while in Bentonall. But I'm nowhere near a real Oscar speech!" I laughed.How long ago was the last time you chatted with a handsome young guy? "Poetry is considered a treasure of literature because it's priceless, right?" He had a great smile.A burst of ecstatic pain ran through my body, and I was shocked that I hadn't felt so revered for so long!This is what I did not expect. Then he put one arm around my shoulders, and I stood up with goosebumps all over my body, feeling hot all over, so worried that I was going to burst into sparks and maybe set off the fire alarm!

This kind of men know how to make girls happy. It may be difficult for them to make a woman sober, but it is really easy to make a woman laugh.Look, isn't he talking and laughing with me now? In order for this flying bliss to last all night, I should have kept crossing my legs for good luck.To tell you the truth, I crossed so hard that my legs are numb, and I'm afraid I won't be able to recover for a while... Maybe it will take two years to get back to normal! Wait...what the hell am I thinking?I'm getting to the age where when a guy asks me "would you be interested in something a little more comfortable," I'll put on my ugly boots, put on sweatpants and run away.

"Uh... I have to go. I have a husband, a kid, homework to correct, and..." I growled uncontrollably, "I'm just here to let loose, and I..." "Baby, tell me, you said you came here to be presumptuous, did something happen? Or, is this normal in married life?" The poet-sage man saw through my thoughts at a glance. That's right!Although I'm a die-hard fan of Big Women's Blog and Simone de Beauvoir, it's really nice to be called "babe". I rushed home like a refugee, back to the lackluster, hopeless home. The children sensed that something was wrong between their parents, and no one cared about them, they just played tricks behind my back, and the whole family was almost overturned by them.They put Jamie's red ant nest under the nanny's chair, and the door of the ant nest was wide open, scaring her from coming in again.

I felt an indescribable guilt because I left them and went to the love bar to have fun.As a result, Roy's dog was left out in the cold, innocently huddled in a corner, waiting to see who could take him out for a walk.There are also a pile of unpaid bills, unopened letters, and pet owners' angry medical messages... I planned to stay awake until Roy came back, but jealousy reverberated in my mind, tormenting me like a migraine. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep unconsciously. When it was almost dawn, I woke up and saw Roy sleeping next to me, with messy hair, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I tentatively reached for his sheets.I know that what men fear the most is not ADD, but erectile dysfunction... aka impotence.Roy might forget birthdays or favorite meals, but he's more than happy to accept unsolicited sexual cues delivered to his door. Unexpectedly, he pushed my hand away and refused my caress. As if suddenly thrown into the icy sea, the tide flooded my ears, I couldn't hear anything, and the surrounding was eerily quiet. "Roy," I said weakly, "It was my fault that I dragged you into counseling, I'm sorry. Those damn therapists should all be packed into a space shuttle, launched into a black hole, and never come back On Earth. Let's forget about her, shall we?" I touched his hand, longing for a small gesture from him, or a slight response, which would at least give me some peace of mind. "Let's get back to our normal lives, shall we? You can play your virtual guitar, I'll be chasing hamsters around, and life will be just as happy." I gently brought my cheek to his mouth, but his lips remained motionless, as cold as ice. "Cathy, you're right, our marriage is indeed missing something. I think I'll move to my clinic for a while." Every word he said burned my heart, "Clinic?" I repeated blankly, "Why?" "because……" I gritted my teeth desperately, resisting the urge to cry.I dare not think about how he intends to answer me. "I need a little space." "Space?" What's that? "What do you mean by space? Are you going to...leave me?" "no." "Did someone urge you to do this?" I used all my strength to force myself to hold on, "What happened after last night? Did you sleep with another woman? It was Bi, Bi..." I said the name of that bitch, I still feel dirty, "Is that woman?" "What's going on now? Do you think you're the Crown Prosecutor? It's just tongue sex, why all the fuss?" I buried my head in the pillow so he couldn't see how my heart ached for him. "I now officially announce that you are disqualified from 'Husband of the Year'!" I yelled, still half expecting to hear his hearty laugh. However, with his expressionless face, he didn't even smile. "I'll come back again to get some clothes and things." His cold and emotionless voice announced the end of the conversation, and then left. It turns out that it is so easy to spoil a woman, without any effort...

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