[latebloomer]

The Legend of The Wolf

It was the year 2000, the turn of the century.

Two PPDMs were talking. Seated at one corner of a shop located at one end of a Chinatown shopping centre, they were sharing about their children, their work, and eventually one of them started to tell the story of her experience just a few days ago.

"It was strange, very strange," she said, "I've never met another customer like that before."

"You mean this guy I saw walking out of our shop just, what, four days ago?" her friend asked.

"Yes, that's the one. Tall, chunky, just this side of being fat."

"I noticed his skin. Looks like he had chickenpox before or something?"

"Probably. But somehow he looks familiar, comfortable, and safe."

"Safe?" the friend asked, curious.

"Yes, safe. You just trust him, without really knowing why. And all during the first time I met him." A wistful look appeared on her weathered face as she recalled the strange sensations he gave her when she first saw him stepping through the door.

"Was he a difficult customer?"

"Difficult? No, not at all. Just naughty, very naughty in fact." she said with a smile.

"Oh? So he was all over you? But then they all do that anyway." the friend asked, a look of contempt very obvious on her face.

"He's different somehow. I don't know how to say it, but I ended up giving in more than I would usually."

"You mean?" Now she was intrigued. Her friend used to twirl men around her little finger by withholding favors. For her to succumb to this man was surprising.

"Yes, I did."

"All the way?!"

"I couldn't resist him. Don't ask me why, I just gave him what he wanted." That secret smile appeared again.

"Did he force you?" said her friend.

"Well, he was very fast. Before I could use my usual tricks to play it down, he had my blouse off, my jeans down to my knees and his hands were all over."

"But I didn't hear any sound of struggling. I was in the next cubicle that day," the friend said, trying hard to recall.

"I didn't scream because I just felt I wanted him to carry on. Somehow he was doing just the right things, so I just let him continue," she said, remembering just how right it seemed with him, and of course, how hard and strong he was.

"Wow! No wonder you looked so happy that evening. Now I know why."

"He was rather good too. I have to give him that."

"So you enjoyed it eh?"

"Quite a bit actually. He was big. And he could last."

"Oh! Do you think he's coming back again?"

"Why? You interested eh?"

"Why not?"

"I think he'll be back. I hope so anyway," she said. For no reason, she was suddenly thinking of wolves, running wild in the winter wilderness, baying at the moon, mating in the open.

Fast forward to 2003.

Outside a tui na shop in Joo Chiat Road, a scrambler pulled out. The rider kicked the stand down, leaning the bike on it and got off. (cue: opening notes of For A Few Dollars More)

As he flipped off his tinted goggles, and removed the helmet in one smooth action born of practice, his dark smoky eyes took in the multitude of similar shops all along that stretch. He returned his gaze to the targeted shop in front. A signboard says DHL.

After locking the helmet on the bike, and the leather jacket along with it, the tall heavy-set man began to walk across the short distance towards the shop. Remembering something, he stopped, whipped out his PDA-phone and flipped opened the cover, in that smooth cool style that would seemed so colloquial on any other. A quick SMS, a short call to the office and the machine disappeared into his shirt pocket.

As he got near the shop, a woman opened the door and welcomed him in. He looked at her, and she could see that he was appraising her expertly, noting her figure, her face, his gaze lingering on her ample chest. She knew she had him.

One hour later, the man stepped out. The same woman stood behind him, bid him goodbye, a look of longing in her eyes. Her face appeared flushed, a few beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, and her breath was somewhat ragged. If one observed more carefully, you can see that her blouse seemed just that bit untidy, and her skirt was slightly skewed, as if they were just hastily removed and replaced. As she took another deep breath, you can see that her top buttons were undone, showing off the deep groove in between.

The man crossed to his faithful steed, waiting patiently for its master's return, an hour parking coupon clipped to its handlebar. As the woman watched, he slipped the helmet back on his head, replaced the goggles, and kick-started the tall macho bike to life. (cue: familiar notes from The Long Ranger)

The satisfied woman attempted to wave, but he was not looking at her. He was looking forward, his gaze distant, perhaps seeing further conquests to be made. As the noisy bike moved off, she seemed to hear a wolf howling in the distance, with a faint echo resounding in her ears. Shaking her head for having such a strange imagination, she closed the door and walked back into the room to prepare it for the next customer. As she moved slowly on her wobbly legs, she made a silent prayer: "Please let him come back soon!"

The End

(Those who have been in this forum long enough, and in yet another still ongoing, would know this guy. He has a reputation that needs no introduction. He's still posting about his latest adventures. Not sure if he's doing so here though.)