With each passing day her time spent on me
was gradually taking place of that she stayed in her laundry. Time for us seemed
never enough and her shop was later even limited to those clients who were in
possession of the so-called VIP cards. By then Han had removed her wedding ring
from finger should my memory still serve me right, although I couldn’t recall
exactly when it was. It always felt like the very first time whenever our lips
met. Never had any of our lovemaking followed the same old script once the looks
in our eyes were decisive to turn the burning desires into deeds.

Along the street we lived in Hu Bin South  there was a drug store. Once we passed by
when it came across my mind that we really needed something as means of birth
control given our prevailing relationship. Near the entrance of the store I
paused and winked at Han to draw her attention to those assorted
birth-controlling products prominently displayed in the front.

To my surprise, Han simply nodded her head
without hesitation. “Ok!”

Han could always read my mind even before I
could actually bring an end to what I was going to say. How I hated myself for
being unable to hide any secret from her anymore! In a sense, Han was more sophisticated
than me. Well, that was a problem. But more of a problem ahead of me was how I
should start after I went in. It was of no big deal to buy things like that in
this new era, somehow I felt a bit embarrassed because it was never kind of my
practice. And I became more uneasy when I noticed the salesclerk was male and
many other customers after we stepped in. Before we reached the counter, slides
of rehearsal snapped through my head on what I was going to begin with. But as
it turned out, I just can’t be what I am not.

Han sensed my uneasiness. “Hey, Soldier! You
look so nervous, as if you are not coming to buy but rob a bank or a jewelry
shop.” Han accentuated the word -ROB when she made this statement.

 “You
should have reminded me of the gun that I should bring along.”  I pretended to be cool regardless of my
strained nerves. And I added immediately. “Lao Po!”  I subconsciously made it heard by the clerk.
Hopefully it would work a bit on the clerk to think in a moral way for what we were
here for.

Han pinched me on the back. “ You bastard! I
will have to leave it on your own.”

Then I stammered. “Are you …eh…selling…? I
am… buying …some …’’

 The
clerk blinked in a wonder. “What is it?”

Han blurted sarcastically while giggling. “
Jewelry , probably!”

I glanced at Han beside me. Finally,
trembling a bit, I pinpointed at the assorted with my forefinger, “ Condom,”  in such a voice that seemed to be heard by
myself.

“Ok!?  What size then?”  The clerk asked
again.

“ Jesus Crisis! Do you really have to ask
such an embarrassing question in front of so many stranger customers?’ I
thought to myself, “I am not here buying shoes for God’s sake! What’s more! I
haven’t physically measured it before. Nevertheless, if an answer has to be
offered, graphically speaking, it is huge, really huge!”

While I found myself start to sweat on such
a cold winter day, it was Han who then suddenly cut in, announcing proudly. “
The largest size ever in your store.”

I could hardly believe what was heard
without my own ears before Han even added more to her announcement, “dozens of
them, please!”

 The
clerk just simply stared at me, mouth opened, in a most envious look in this
world I have ever seen. Upon those packages put on the counter, I swiftly moved
my hands in a sweeping motion over the counter, just like a robber collecting
his booties after the employees had surrendered themselves to handing out a
pile of jewels on the table. I dragged Han in her arms and fled the scene with
the changes left behind. When the store was in a distance behind, Han burst
into laughter, and all the way home she didn’t seem able to have stopped for
even a second longer than she had to.

“ We shall really put these into good use
to award your efforts,” Han drew out a piece of tissue and wiped off my sweats
on the forehead.  “. and tonight… I am
going to make every drop of your sweat worthwhile.’’

Indeed, that night Han proved to me that
she wasn’t lying. Though, pitiful enough, we had
not actually made good use of them, not any!

 Han
was talkative, an easy-going person who would suddenly come up with a series of
questions or comments, but she had never asked such a silly question “what do
you love me for?” as the other girls might have asked. Wasn’t it too late to
ask after being laid by someone?  Han
could always find her own answer without asking. When she looked into my eyes,  she knew it well that eyes wouldn’t tell a lie.
If there was a well-grounded reason I found myself falling in love with her, it
was that Han had made up for what I missed out among those years as a bachelor,
thousands of miles away from home. It was the ordinary family-like atmosphere
that mattered most, for which I have been longing, as if a boat finally found a
shelter after laboring through stormy weather. I should have died twice on Dec
31^st 1997 and Jul 29^th 2005 respectively during my
assignment. I guess God saved me from that very narrow escape of death for a
reason, and Han was the reason for it. It is only when you face death that you
understand life. I love her not only for what she is but also for what I am when
I am with her; not only for what she has made of herself but also for what she
was making of me; And for ignoring the possibilities of the fool in me and
accepting the possibilities of the good in me. Mostly, after all, for helping me
construct of my life not a tavern but a temple. When
Han helped me rub on my back with a sponge in the bath room and have my nails
cut neatly on the couch after a shower, I truly believed that was what life is
all about. The happiness of those joys and laughter in the kitchen while
preparing ourselves meals together was something more than you could pray for,
and the meals always smelt as tasty as how they looked. What else life could be
more brilliant?

Whenever Han and I showed up outdoors,
people passing by would inevitably cast appreciative looks on her. Han has been
receiving more attention than others since she had grown a mature girl. And now
she has been used to what seems routine for her
to becoming the focus in crowds. Among those looks were licentious eyes from gentlemen
with a briefcase trying to look through her dress; wandering eyes from boys in
puberty over her up and down; admiring eyes from other women, of course, some
are of jealousy. Yet, tragedy enough, Han has never really learnt a chance to
say no to boys in school times and men later in her life, because they all
thought she was too beautiful to approach.

It was a rather freezing winter night when
the cold dry air was delivered south by northern wind. Han wrapped herself in a
blanket on the couch with a book of her unfinished novel in hands while I was
washing the dishes in kitchen after dinner.

Upon walking out of the kitchen Han ordered
me to prepare a bucketful of hot water to serve her bare feet, though it had started
in a modern civilization way,

 “Could
you do me a favor, Please?!”

  A
favor is something, upon asked, to which you could have actually said no. but
it didn’t appear that I had that option.

 “
Yes, Madam! Very soon!”  I obeyed.

When the hot water was presented before
her, as a reward, she generously invited my feet to join hers in the bucket,
which I did. I was wondering whether I could turn on the TV when she began to
read me the novel which was believed love involved. To divert the attention of
my naughty hands from her body, she asked me, in a serious face, as seemed a
teacher raised a question for the students in class to answer.

“ What do you think of love?”

I admitted that I was such a bad student
that I didn’t raise my hands to get permission before I answered because my
hands were a bit busy then. Han didn’t even try to move my hands away from her,
and it was not long before she found herself actually loving it very much.

“Love is like waiting for a particular bus
in this city Xia Men. When you are not expecting that bus it comes more
frequently than ever. When you are, it just seems it would never come though
the unwanted ones have passed many times. To make it worse, just when you
decide on other bus as an alternation and you go to the Bus Information Board
in a distance behind the waiting spot, either there are too many options for
you to choose, or before you could find out, the very one you were waiting for arrives
and too late for you to catch.”

Han positioned herself as a politician.

“Well, I will certainly relay your concerns
to our mayor and suggest remedial actions for continual improvement.”

There I continued my plea.

 “Near
the waiting spot should be the Bus Information Board, in front of which  is supposed  route-related information instead of AD, for God’ sake! That damn board
is originally intended for our citizens to read the bus information but AD.”

As for her, love is like waiting for a taxi
in XM. They change shift during the peak hours just when they are needed most.

Han wasn’t shivering in her winter
nightgown because she felt cold. The haze in her eyes told me that her focus wasn’t
on the book anymore. This was proved damn right when my naughty hands finally
reached her wet slit inside her panties. Between her warm inner thighs were my
cool hands caressing her hot core. While she was struggling to keep her
twitching hip and her shortening breaths steady, Han continued in a gagging
voice.

 “What…
about…oh…hum…. a lover?  I mean…huh…oh…informal
one!’’

She moaned between words she said and before
she could actually finish, Han had rested her back on the couch with head
tilted backwards. She hunched and shifted her bum a bit ahead over the couch to
allow her legs to spread a bit wide open for my hands.

“ An informal lover?’’ my eyes widely
opened.

 While I heard the noise of the wetness being
stirred down there, I was also hearing myself say.

“ Hum! It is just like you are going to own
a private car then you should have reserved a parking lot for it”

 “Ok!
That makes sense!”  Her eyes stayed alert
on kind of lookout for any possible prying eyes from neighborhood because the
curtain was still left open.  As what was
happening wasn’t something that we had actually planned.

“Drive me to your king-sized bed, my BMW!”
Han ordered.

I cradled her in my arms and did what I was
told. As soon as she was laid on the bed, my hands returned at once where they
were.

“ Are you aware of the fact that you are
taking a risk to kick a hornets’ nest now, my lion? Your naughty hands are to
blame because they have just spoiled a newly- changed panties.” Han gave her
verbal warning.

“ Then I suggest that we should remove it.”
Han adopted my suggestion without thinking over.

Han didn’t appreciate my suggestion which I
thought would serve a mercy from a punishment, but turned her verbal warning
into a heavy penalty. Han unfastened the waist strap from her nightgown, with
which she tied up my naughty hands, and she blindfolded me with her elastic T-back
which was just removed from her wet nest. That was the heaviest penalty I have
ever received but I didn’t complain at all. Han was so familiar with my body
that she knew where her hands were needed most. Neither had her hands failed
her master, nor did they ever disappoint me. Han sprawled on top of me and the heat
of her body was being conducted over my bare chest. Her tip of tongue was
tickling at my armpits, making them so wet. Han hadn’t missed out any of the
scars over my body before her tongue drifted down and found the way to its
destination.

Han gently slapped at the rampant giant and
muttered to herself,

“ You are such a stunner that always drives
me wild.” 

Thereafter she strangled the length in one
of her magic hands and flipped her tip of tongue over the opening of the purple
mushroom with the other hand tickling at the balls. Once for a while she
shifted her flexible tongue over the crown circulating around the groove of the
pulsating mushroom. While I was wondering whether I could survive such an
ordeal Han, without a warning, slid the full length of my being into her mouth
and even pressed herself down to allow me to reach her deep throat whereas she
found herself choking and gagging. But that was the way she liked it. Deep in
her throat was it so warm that my meaty shaft felt like melting. Han was
popping up and down in a steady rhythm. Her saliva, wads by wads, was dripping
down along the base of the shaft to the balls.

 I didn’t
realize it until Han had straddled me and she was ready to drive her BMW in
spite of the fact that she was an unlicensed driver. Han, astride me, lifted
herself inches off my lower belly before she lined up the giant to her willing
entrance and guided it into her dark cave. Whereas she forced herself, in one
stroke, to squat down astride and buried my entire length deep inside her
without even an inch left outside.  Han
leant slightly backwards supporting her own weight by the hands on my upper
thighs behind her. She apparently enjoyed such a commanding position that she
was bumping forth and back, one stroke immediately after another. It was not
long before I found myself shivering helplessly and sighing breathlessly like a
candle in the wind, and whether I could survive that night or not wasn’t at my
own discretion but hers. It almost triggered me an explosion inside her when
Han swayed her bum in all directions aggressively. But Han knew me so well that
she could always tell at what stage I was and the timing for her to slow down. She
threw me over that extreme edge while making sure that I would not go any
further before satisfying herself. I struggled to untie myself and I managed to
turn ourselves upside down. I didn’t remove her T-back from my eyes for the
smell of her femininity was something that I would die for. And you are totally
wrong if you think that was just the end of
that night. It was such a long, long night that I thought tomorrow would have never
come again. Dramatic enough, her phone rang just when we were ready to take off
for the heaven of ecstasy. Han seemed too focused on what she was enjoying to be
aware of the ringing until I told her. Han reluctantly set one of her hands
free and reached out for the hand phone. Han looked shocked after she flipped
open the mobile phone. She gestured at me not to utter a sound before she
hesitantly pressed the answer key, but she didn’t beckon me to stop what I was on at all.

Like you do, I could also tell who the call
was from. No doubt! It was her husband calling in such a bad timing.

 Han managed
to disguise herself in a very sleepy tone,

 “I
have settled on bed now, it is cold as hell tonight!”

She told her husband on the other side of
the line.

In a sense, Han didn’t lie. It was just a
matter of whose bed in whose house. Whatever! Han seemed to handle the
unexpected call well under her control.  I
had to confess that I was such a big sinner after all. Knowing that Han was on
the phone with her husband while I was inside her body turned me on, and
wondering how her husband would react if he found out the truth drove me even
wilder somehow. I gobbled at her subtle nipples like a hungry baby while
picking up the pace and actually pounding her into the mattress. Han extended
her hand over my head and interlaced into my hair with her fingers. Han didn’t
appear really concentrated on the phone, but it took everything she could not
to moan when the spasm of those tiny orgasms overtook her. At times she had to
move her hand away from my head to cover tight her own mouth lest she should
moan out. Loads after loads of my sperm splashed inside her when the
mind-blowing climax struck me in full scale. Almost at the same time, Han threw
that phone away after she managed to say goodbye upon some excuse. She embraced
me in her arms trying to squeeze last drop of sperm out of me as seemed it was
the only drop of water in the desert. Her suppressed moan was eventually being
let out so loud.

It was when Han had settled down that she
started to think over the phone call. Either it had reminded Han of her ringed
man out there and the said oath of loyalty on their wedding day, or it had played a
part to her reconsideration of our relationship- was it a whim on hormone or
faith on love she was after?

 Han
was lying on bed, eyes opened. “ It doesn’t seem that I could fall asleep in
the next few hours.”

“ May I propose a movie then?” I tried to
keep myself awake because I sensed Han was not in the mood then.

“What is it about?” Han asked.

“ About life! The title is <<Life is
beautiful>>, an Italian movie directed by Robberto.”  I replied.

There on bed we started to watch the
downloaded movie. It was nearly the half way of the movie that I came to know
Han was so emotional that her eyes didn’t dry from tears for a second.
Whereupon I began to serve her tissue paper one piece after another. I must
have dozed off for quite a while, staying awake for less time, and had a dream
wherein it was snowing in Xiamen in this winter. I did take my dream for real
until her sobbing woke me up to see those white wads of tissue paper scattered
on the floor just like flakes of snow.