Chapter 92 Chapter 92

The man lit the cigar, extinguished the match, and dropped the stick onto the wet cobblestones.He was wearing a dark blue jacket and white linen trousers, with the brim of his hat pulled low over his forehead.His shirt cuffs had no initials and were stained with coffee and holes from cigar burns. It rained most of the day.The sky is still covered with clouds of water vapor.The air was humid but chilly, and the man shivered imperceptibly. He looked to the right, then to the left, and then crossed the road. The bar's neon lights crackled with the flickering currents from an unstable power system.The front door of the bar looked dilapidated, and there were some small holes arranged in an arc on the door panel, which looked like bullet holes.Such a sight did not disturb the man, it was not the first time he had been here.

He edged his way through the crowd at the bar.His ability to speak the language of this country is not bad, so it is no problem to ask for a glass of wine.Some here knew him, at least by his face but not his name.The passport he held was forged, but the degree of authenticity helped him get here.He didn't know how long he was going to stay here.He hoped it wouldn't be too long. He took the glass, paid for the coin, returned to his seat, and began to observe the crowd around him.Mostly locals, a few tourists, though maybe some people are here for business.He never looked directly at anyone, but he was good at seeing if someone was paying more attention to him than usual.There is no such person tonight.He turned toward the bar, but strained his ears to catch the sound of the door opening.Hearing the door open, he turned the stool to see who the newcomer was.This happened twice.Once for locals and once for tourists.

A woman came to his side.She was young and pretty, with black hair, and had a strong accent that sounded pleasing to the ears.He had seen her here before.She likes to strike up a conversation with people, but she has never struck up a conversation with him.She usually chooses men close to her own age. "Want to dance?" she asked. "No." He told her. Can he buy her a drink? No.he told her. So, can she buy him a drink? He turned to her, tucking his chin, not wanting her to see his face clearly. "Why?" he asked. "Because I'm kind of lonely," she said.

He looked at the crowd in the bar. "I don't see how it's possible. I've seen you here in the past. The men are nice to you." She took out a cigarette and borrowed a fire from him. He took out a match and lit a cigarette for her.He struck out the match and stared at her again. She took a long drag and blew the smoke toward the stained ceiling.An electric fan on the ceiling was lazily blowing the smoky air from one end of the bar to the other with its blades.It was hot in the bar and he could feel the sweat under his armpits. "You are not a local," she said in English.

"I know I'm not. But are you?" "Since I was in the womb. What are you doing here?" "You mean why do people go from one place to another?" "I've never been anywhere else. I'd be happy to get out of here." "To escape." "what?" He felt the longing to talk to her further.He didn't know why, maybe he felt lonely too. "That's why I'm here. To escape." "Escape from what?" "Life." "Is your life that bad?" "Pretty bad. Pretty good, though." "Your words don't make sense."

He sat up straight on the stool. "It makes perfect sense, if you put it in context." She looked at him with an expression of obvious confusion. "Context? What is context?" He drank the wine in the glass, raised his hand and called for another glass.It took the waiter a few seconds to pour the glass, then he finished it in one gulp.He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket, then wiped the sweat from his brow. "Context is everything. It's the truth. It's really the only thing that matters." "Your words are deep, but I like you." She reached out a hand to stroke his hair.Her touch, and her smell, awakened something in him.

He thinks he understands why she's approaching him in the bar.He paid for his drink and also for hers. She put her arm around his shoulder, and then reached out to touch a small spot on his back.He kept one hand close to his wallet, but he had reason to believe that wasn't her intention. Well, in a way, that's what she's trying to do.money.Rely on the service to get it.And to be served is his desire at this moment. Thirty minutes later they left the bar.They walked back to the hotel where he was staying.This only took five minutes.It's the nicest hotel in the city and still looks like a dump.In any case, however, he wouldn't live here forever, not for long.

They went up the top of the stairs and into his room.He took off his hat and his jacket, letting them fall to the floor.She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him take off his shoes.When he took off his trousers, she said, "Give me a few minutes, I'll go and freshen up." He reached out and squeezed her plump buttocks.She kissed his neck.His hands reached into her skirt, sliding over the soft and smooth skin. She kissed him again, caressing his cheek, his ear with the tip of her tongue. His other hand reached for her breast, but she moved away.Went to the bathroom.Go freshen up.He lay down on the bed in the dark.A fan turns over the head.He stared at it, counting the number of times it swung back and forth, and then simply closed his eyes, waiting for the bathroom door to reopen, allowing him to appreciate her graceful figure.Maybe nude, maybe nearly nude.His life has changed so much in such a short period of time.

shocked him.cheer him up. At this time, a man's voice sounded. "Hello, Bill. Time for us to talk."