WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
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I'm not ready, yet, to confront the rest of the people...
I'm freshly divorced, full of anger, itchy, trying badly to disguise my state of spirit...
This woman, so petite, but with all the goodies well developed, with good proportions, looking at me as if she hasn't seen a man before, surely has no sense of self preservation...
I'm at the grocery market, looking for some apples.
Her prying eyes are stalking me.
I don't waste time - I approach her, and tell her, with no introduction, or anything:
"You can choose to come with me, now, or just forget it."
I turn around, and... leave.
At the red light, I stop, waiting for the green light.
I can hear someone breathing in a hurry:
"Aren't you supposed to see if the lady is able to rush the way you do?!?"
It's the petite stalking girl from the market, probably happy to see that the light is still red.
I look at her, without smiling, or anything...
Now the light has turned to green.
I simply take her hand and we cross the large street.
Her comment is that she hopes that, at this speed, we don't need to reach some far away place.
To her surprise, after just a few more steps, I lead her to the entrance of the block of flats.
In front of the elevator, she looks at me, and tells me:
"Hi, my name is Sarrah and I am almost twenty years old, I'm a student at the polytechnic uni, and there are already a few years since I see you around here, but never had the courage to approach you"...
I look deep into her eyes:
"I tell her my name, then, that I am freshly divorced, not in a good mood at all, and ready to kick some ass, just in case"...
"Gosh! Do you mean that the blond lady I've seen you with, during the last months, was your wife?"
I look again, deep, into her eyes:
"Since I am monogamous, she, most probably, was my wife!"
"Gosh! What a respectable woman!"...
This fills me, I don't know why, with anger: