Chapter 4 3. My mother once said

It was still so crowded and noisy.When he pushed open the long-lost YOBO store, the smell of cigarettes oncoming made Bruce mutter. "Hey! Isn't that Bruce? What's the matter?" asked the familiar prostitute.At that moment, several hands stretched out from the thick smoke.Bruce shook their hands vigorously and greeted each other at the same time.Hey, this guy doesn't look bad!what happened?I heard you're doing well. The pleasantries of the men and the kisses of the whores held him back and made it difficult for him to move forward.While he was impatient, he also felt the familiar atmosphere since childhood, which he missed very much.He hadn't been exposed to this kind of atmosphere for a long time, so at first, he was a little at a loss.But that kind of warmth soon seeped into his dry body, and the corners of his mouth gradually loosened her against his will.

"Hi! YOBO! Daddy! Your son is back." "Forget it, don't call him," Bruce said. Anyway, Dad must be washing his dishes without looking up, or else just ignoring his cocktail shaker.That dark face must have grown darker with shame and anger, staring at it.Bruce knew his father very well, however.More importantly, however, what about the woman who was supposed to be by Dad's side?He had the urge to run to the counter, but the conversation with his not-so-close friend took a lot of time. "What a strange father and son. Fortunately, his son hasn't come back for four years."

"Bruce is our hero, the only one around us who went to college." "Hey, have you really become a professional player? Then everyone will go to the game." "How? You, you can't get in, unless you take off the three-section false eyelashes first." "Stop rambling, you bitch." Bruce grinned.Every woman is his whore.A mix of strong perfumes that irritated his nostrils.It was the window to his soul that was enough to make him peaceful. "Hey, Bruce, that's awesome, you nigger!" Looking back, it turned out to be my friend TJ. "Hey! Son of a bitch! How are you doing with your goddamn errand?"

"It's going great, baby." They hugged and patted each other on the back.Big gold rings on every gnarled finger, marijuana wafting from between his missing teeth, TJ has been a chosen pimp since he was fourteen, and whores in this saloon have his permission Only to pick up guests.Bruce, who got a football scholarship and went to college, and TJ, who is very popular on the street, are a wonderful combination.They had been good friends before, and Bruce only wrote letters to TJ after he moved into the university dormitory, but it was a big question whether TJ read those letters.Of course, TJ would never write to Bruce.Up to now, the environment of the two of them has been completely different, but in such a hug, the physical contact peacefully binds them together, the upbringing received in the university, and the unique cleverness of the hooligans disappeared in the blink of an eye. People once again become like-minded partners.

"TJ, where's Angela?" Bruce whispered in TJ's ear. "Angela..." TJ shook his head. "She's dead." "died?" "She is also really famous. When I was with her, she was very famous, but she had to go to another boss. From then on, she took drugs every day and when she fell by the side of the road, she could already see that she was Coca reduces poisoning and dilates the pupils, so it’s too late to be revived.” Bruce felt a bitter damp welling up deep in his heart, and lowered his eyelids.Ah, is that little girl dead?Angela.Whenever he thinks of this name, his heart is slowly cut open by the blade called "regret".

"Oh, forget it! You might as well talk about what you have seen in the East." Grabbing the silent Bruce by the shoulder, TJ called to the counter: "Hey, bring some drinks, your son is back." Angela.He wasn't just wallowing in the sentimentality of missing the girl, the girl was just the trigger, he remembered so many things. Bruce looked up.He opened his eyes wide and looked at the figure on the counter that made him miss him day and night.The noise around him moved, opening a line of sight for him.The purple smoke still flowed quietly, surrounding the prostitutes.

The moment he saw that woman, his emotional tendency was beyond his expectation.Is it hatred?Or love her more than before?His mind was in such a mess that he couldn't even hear the surrounding sounds, only his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. The woman behind the counter stared at Bruce with a mixture of tears and laughter.Tears rolled in her eyes. Bruce hesitated for a long time, and finally took a step forward.At that moment, the lumps in his heart began to flow out with warm feelings, turning into words as they passed through his mouth.Bruce smiled shyly, "Hi, Mom."?

The first time Bruce saw that woman was when his seventeen-year-old summer was coming to an end and he broke into his father's room without knocking.He wanted to borrow the big alarm clock from his father's room. Bruce's parents divorced when he was very young. He lived with his father who opened a tavern. Because of his mother's absence, the father and son developed a relationship like good friends, often between the teenage son and his father. The rigid atmosphere in the room is completely invisible to them.Therefore, it is also natural for each other to enter each other's room without knocking on each other's door.

On the bed by the window a woman was smoking a cigarette wrapped in a Zoubaba sheet.The creases in the sheets should have absorbed the darkness of the night, damp with sweat; but now they looked dry.Autumn is here.Bruce stared blankly at the strange woman, feeling the change of seasons at the same time. "Morning, Bruce." The woman whispered hello and looked at him.She puffed smoke rings nonchalantly like a whore in her father's shop, but the toenails on her feet peeping out of the roll-like sheets were not painted, which Bruce concluded was not a ring. wife. Hey, daddy old guy, do this before you open the shop.It wasn't the first time Bruce had found a woman in his father's bed, so he just shrugged resignedly.However, this was the first time he saw an outsider on his father's bed, which made him speechless.Both he and his father knew that the so-called "ordinary" women were just as troublesome as their mothers.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here. I'm here to get the alarm clock." Bruce lowered his eyes and walked to the bed.The woman was still smoking silently, and he felt her eyes following him like a shadow.He was careful not to make eye contact with her, took the alarm clock and prepared to leave the room.He grabbed the alarm clock and said it was too late and then it was too fast. The alarm clock in his hand suddenly rang, and he was so scared that he let go of his hand. After the solid alarm clock fell to the ground, it was still ringing loudly, like a crying child. When Bruce was in a hurry to turn it off, a woman's hand suddenly stretched out from the bed next to him, and the woman's hand naturally picked up the alarm clock and turned it off.

"Sorry, I set the time. I have to get up and go home at eleven o'clock." Bruce looked at the woman's face.Her lips were dry and chapped, and she told how her father had kissed her.Also, her collarbone hangs with curls, while her hair is slightly wavy.He couldn't help feeling cramped. Bruce snatched the alarm clock from the woman's hand and walked quickly to the door. "Bruce, my name is Dorothy." "Nice to meet you." He said without looking back. "Maybe I'll scare your mother." Bruce couldn't help but stare at her.She bit the filter of her cigarette and smiled lightly.No kidding.Bruce almost missed the alarm clock again.The woman's looks were not motherly.The mother would never pull the sheet up to her chest for her son to see.Besides, you meant to make me notice that there's only room for a finger between your breasts.Bruce shook his head silently. It was half a month after the alarm clock incident that Dorothy Boyd finally became YOBO's wife and began to help in the store.The frequent customers are all amazed at the quick action of the owner.How did he impress this charming woman?For a while this question became the staple of their gossip.Dorothy is so beautiful, sexy, and temperamental.Although she was no longer young, the guests knew that youth was useless in forming a woman's charm.Dorothy, who was completely unafraid of their obscene jokes and could retort with even more obscene words, became the object of their admiration.Lips full of slutty charm made their whole bodies soft, and they couldn't help teasing her.Whenever this happened, she would slightly turn the corners of her mouth and tell them: Don't waste time, I am fascinated by my master.They all cast envious glances at the counter, and YOBO tried his best to control the joy in his heart, so he put on an angry expression and mixed the drinks. Dorothy was also very popular with women, and courtesans felt affection for her as she smacked in the same vein, and at the same time respected her because she still kept women's morals in this kind of place. YOBO's shop is noisy every day, but thanks to Dorothy's insistence on maintaining it, YOBO loves this lovely wife more and more.In front of guests, he never made any gestures, but Bruce knew it very well.Dorothy, who came down late for breakfast, always had fresh marks on her chest, and Bruce could imagine that her thighs must be glistening with moisture under her home dress.Seeing Dorothy delivering drinks with a fresh face every day in the store, he would occasionally feel inexplicable gnashing of teeth.I know how you look after closing time and how much you need a man.He murmured to himself, and at the same time remembered Dorothy's gasps and low cries that came from the bedroom at dawn.Bruce found that it was a high-pitched, sweet and lovely voice that was different from the low and hoarse voice he usually spoke.From this, he deeply realized the meaning of the sentence that a wife may not be a good mother. "Damn it, it's just that I don't get enough sleep every day." "Cough? What, do you have something on your mind?" Angela heard Bruce talking to himself and asked him.He turned Angela's shoulders.She is a young prostitute who recently started taking clients.From an early age, Bruce was favored by the prostitutes who gathered in the shop, so he could make women for free.They were all looking forward to giving him a taste of women, so he was in a comfortable position.He also got pleasure from those women, and learned how to make women happy, but he never let women choose him, but let him choose women, and now the chosen one is Angela. She claimed to be eighteen, but there was obviously an error of at least two years.The face after removing makeup is really too immature. "No money, pay the bill with your heart!" He felt that Angela, who took off her clothes after saying this, was very cute.At the same time, his heart ached when he thought of the fate of her having to open her tender body to bear the ravages of a man.However, growing up in this kind of place, he knew very well that no matter what he said, he could not change her fate.At least make it easier for her to sleep with me!His whole being thought so.He was always careful to love Angela's body, and she lay at his mercy, receiving Bruce's caresses.At times like this, she whispers, "I love you," momentarily forgetting that she's a whore. "What's on your mind? That's not the case." "Well, your new mother is fine." "Where is it?" "...Don't you like her?" Bruce looked at Dorothy who was walking between the tables with a smile.How can you be so restless?He also thought that he was a more worldly and clever person than boys of the same age.That being the case, why can't I tolerate her existence? He didn't realize it was just a matter of not knowing how to deal with curiosity.He wanted to know the secret of the woman who was obsessed with the weird father.He wondered how Dorothy was different from whores who exposed everything, and how his father could tell the difference between the two. "Hey, go to sleep, little devil." Bruce obediently obeyed his father's orders.He'd learned a long time ago that protesting bedtime is the dumbest thing to do.It's more fun to go to bed than to stay up late. "Go around to the back door and go to my room." After Bruce instructed Angela in a low voice, he pretended to be sleepy and stood up.Good night, Papa; good night, Dorothy.And to all the guests who don't know how to arrange the long night, I wish you a good night. Angela's delay in coming made Bruce restless.He wanted to have a good time with Angela who hadn't been together for a long time, so every part of his body became very sensitive, as long as Angela's small mouth touched his skin, perhaps all the pores of his body would burst out pleasure. At this moment, there was a sound in the living room, and Bruce couldn't wait to jump out of bed.Women really think that making men wait is an effective tactic.He muttered, with only a towel around his waist, he tiptoed around trying to scare Angela. There was no light in the living room, and he stumbled in the dark and cursed.Well, what about a woman who is going to sneak into a man's bedroom and turn on the lights?Bruce unexpectedly hugged Angela who opened the door from the darkness. At that moment, he realized that he had made a huge mistake, and he gasped.The dimpled skin felt when he embraced the other's arm indicated that the woman in Bruce's arms was Dorothy. "Yes... sorry, I thought it was Angela." "I think I was taken away by TJ just now." "Damn? What happened?" They were talking quietly, as if they were exchanging some important inner thoughts.The mystery of Angela's delay in coming was finally solved, but Bruce still didn't let go of Dorothy's arms, and Dorothy didn't break free from the arms wrapped around him, so the two stood still on the spot. .Their flesh speaks what words cannot express. Bruce didn't know what to do with the ready body.He was astounded by the fearlessness of his flesh in shifting the object of desire from Angela to Dorothy.Is this a good thing?Dorothy, whose body temperature rose at the same rate as Bruce's, answered the question wordlessly. Bruce removes Dorothy's hairpin.The tightly tied hair was blown to the shoulders by the wind.She ran her fingers through her hair while she scrunched up her face and kissed her.The smell of cigarettes settled in her hair pricked his nostrils, he felt as if, and he looked around. But when his lips moved to her neck, the perfume that had dripped there began to evaporate, driving away his uneasiness.At the same time she lost all strength in her body.And for the first time in his life he understood how heavy a woman was when she began to experience pleasure: Angela's body was always as light as a twig.There must have been moments when her body became heavy too, right? Bruce put Dorothy's body on the sofa.She slowly looked up at Bruce.Her eyelids were languidly half-open, but there was a lustful gleam in them.They have no sense of mother and son.They are just men looking for pleasure and women ready to be entertained.At that moment, the two of them had nothing more important than completing this matter.Happiness should have human boundaries.But the two accomplices started trying to break the embankment, to break through that line. Bruce lifted Dorothy's sweater with trembling hands, and pulled down the tiny panties under the skirt.With a low cry, she got up.Bruce tried to push her down, but she wouldn't let him.After glancing at Bruce with an incomprehensible expression, she stood up and staggered towards the door.Her panties were wrapped around her ankles, causing her to stagger several times, almost as if she were in shackles.Bruce thought she was funnier than any whore. After Dorothy locked the door of the living room, she returned to Bruce at a certain pace, and then she took off her clothes automatically, lay down on the sofa calmly, and waited for Bruce. From that moment on, there was a kind of anger in Bruce's heart that was similar to the process of destroying pets.That's what a funny guy like you should do!In an instant, his heart cried out.So, he began to rape Dorothy. After the silence of the flood receded, the two of them lay on the small sofa with their bodies folded in silence. He has figured it out.He remembered the obscene words that came out of his mouth during orgasm, and how she pounded his pelvis teasingly.She swayed violently to close the gap between their bodies, and the air there contracted as a result, and the reactionary master also moved. I see.Bruce felt the anger and incomprehension pent up inside him dissipate.Now he understood that whores had nothing in common with Dorothy.Whores don't rape men.Men rape whores.Where to find whores who automatically bump men with their waists?Dorothy was more greedy than those women, and knew better the sensuality of pleasure. Pushing away Bruce, who was resting lazily on top of her, Dorothy quickly got dressed.After dressing up as if nothing had happened, she turned around and looked like the proprietress of the YOBO tavern. "This is the first and last time." After hearing this, Bruce nodded silently.She must have gone downstairs to deal with the wine-buying customers again with a nonchalant expression.And those beautiful fingers with Bruce's skin flakes in their nails must have taken his father's so-called drink calmly. Bruce's body and mind seemed to have become empty shells.Dorothy, who can get up and dress immediately, is the monster that sucks all his energy.Thus he developed respect for his father.To make Dorothy cry like that every day without changing her expression is the difference between an adult and a child. The phrase "the first and the last time" was quickly forgotten, and Bruce and Dorothy made peace countless times after that.As they passed each other on the stairs, Bruce felt something brewing inside him that bound him to Dorothy like silk, and it was unbearable for him.While having this thought, he alienated Angela.Occasionally he met Angela's sad eyes, he couldn't explain it, he could only look away, and the end of the extended line of sight was Dorothy's figure. excuse.Bruce didn't think it was that serious.It's just that he would rather have Dorothy.He felt no guilt at all because she was the woman his father loved.Whenever he saw Dorothy, he could only think of the good that must be done quickly.If there is anything worth regretting, what he regrets is that when his waist was weak, he could only watch Dorothy leave.He has no right to keep her. As she made love to him hastily, she murmured sweetly that I love "this," not that I love you.Oftentimes, her passion is not in Bruce himself, but in "the one" that Bruce has.Obviously, she was referring to the earnestness and recklessness of his youth.Grow up, he desperately wants. Avoiding his father's eyes and ears, when he pushed Dorothy down, she opened her soft body without resistance.Don't accept me!He cried in his heart.But he also knew that she would never reject him.At that moment, he found exactly what joy it was to be on the lap of a slumped woman.Even though he was immersed in happiness, he hated himself who said "don't let this happen again".It would be fine if I let my relationship with Dorothy just exist in my body like a spot like the first few times.He felt himself falling.But there was nothing he could do.Her legs were untied again. YOBO is not particularly worried about Bruce who suddenly became quiet.He must have thought that he was too tired from football practice and it was no big deal.He must have never dreamed that his son was infatuated with his wife, and he was so tired. Bruce, annoyed at his father's indifference, smashed the tavern once.Even so, YOBO calmed down after beating Bruce hard, and then cleaned up the broken cups and overturned chairs at an astonishingly fast speed.Bruce felt that he had no room to stand.One morning when he was wondering if something was going to happen between Dorothy and her father, the walls of his room vibrated like eardrums.He was dumbfounded, listening to the panting sound from the next room without moving.He is the unluckiest man who sleeps with another man's wife, he thought.What's more, the so-called misfortune is such a miserable thing. Prostitutes are unfortunate, but they can alleviate their suffering a little by being content with their situation.So is Bruce.The father's beautiful wife; the son who occasionally shares sweet secrets with that woman.Just be content with this situation.Ah, how unlucky I am now!The same goes for neglected Angela.He was sobbing in bed, he was rolling and screaming in bed.The only happy person is that woman! Bruce told his father that when he wanted to go to a university in the East, YOBO objected, saying that the family did not have the money.However, once he heard that his son could receive a football scholarship, his expression naturally brightened.It is definitely not a bad thing for a son to be the glory of his parents.He hugs Bruce and whispers that he loves him.Because this kind of behavior didn't fit with his father's stubborn personality, Bruce lowered his head in embarrassment. "Bruce!" Dorothy stopped him when he thought the matter was over and wanted to go back to his room.The two stood up and down the stairs and looked at each other. "If you have something to say, do it quickly." Bruce couldn't bear the scene where the two of them were in the place where they used to make love as if nothing had happened, said. "Quickly, I'm trying to be a good boy." Bruce added. Dorothy hung her head and bit her lower lip.At last she raised her head, as if determined, and said: "Beware of women like me, Bruce." Dorothy choked her throat and said "Welcome home". The guests in the YOBO shop were satisfied with the performance of this temperamental stepmother, and ordered another glass of wine one after another. YOBO—While muttering about why the shop suddenly became so busy, he pulled off the beer cap with an unconcealable joy. "What you want my attention to do, I always obey, Ma." Dorothy couldn't help crying at Bruce's words.Ah, this woman is actually very unfilial.He patted his mother's back while smiling bewilderedly.