Chapter 01: A Rare Beauty
Here I am in bed with this unbelievably beautiful girl; she is asleep and purring, not snoring, if you know what I mean. Sati is Malay and incredibly beautiful, light brown skin, shoulder length blue-black hair, delicate features, big bright brown eyes surrounded by the most intense white I've ever seen, and a slim-tight figure on a 5'1" frame that gets every guys attention.
We had met on the campus at NUS (National University of Singapore). She had touched me on the shoulder and handed me two books that I had dropped. She was so drop dead gorgeous, I just stood there. I then proceeded to drop ALL of my books. She laughed and said "I had better help you with these, don't you have a book bag?"
"All of my stuff is still packed," I said, "I only arrived yesterday and I am so disoriented and jet lagged I don't know what I'm doing."
"Where are you from," she asked. "And my name is Sati."
"England, "I said, still trying to get my act together in front of this goddess. "Ian is my name."
"What are you here to study?"
"A Masters in Computer Science."
"Really? "You look too young to be at that level."
"I was lucky to have good teachers and don't let this pale skin make you think I'm a kid." With a big grin.
She smiled, what a smile, eyes, teeth, everything in it.
"What are you studying?" I asked.
"Computer Science but at the bachelors level, one year to go."
"Would you like me to show you around the campus and help you with these books?" she laughingly asked.
"That would be wonderful." I said.
So she showed me where all the lecture halls were that I needed to know about and the cafeteria then said she had to dash for a class. Dumb as I am I didn't get any contact information from her.
So here I was, the pilot announced our arrival in Singapore, the doors opened and this wall of heat and humidity blocked the exit.
"Sir" said this soft voice, "We need you to move along." Being from England and not well travelled I thought we had landed in hell. Well move I did, into the air-conditioned airport where I could still feel sweat gathering in my most intimate places, arm pits, groin, etc. Baggage claim was efficient but I was still hot. Then stepping outside to stand in line for a taxi was a short walk into Hades.
When it was my turn to enter a taxi the driver loaded my suitcases into the trunk and then got in.
"Would you like the windows open or closed sir?" Said the turbaned driver.
"If you have air-conditioning closed please." I said.
"You are new here?" He stated, "There are very few air-conditioned taxis yet, but with the windows open we can get some air movement going?"
"Okay, but please let's get moving." I gave him the address of the apartment I had been given for the next three years and we started to roll.
The apartment was nice enough, a little kitchen with a fridge and small oven, nice little living room, nice little bedroom, bathroom with a bath and a shower curtain, nice little balcony overlooking the village main street. Notice the theme? Little. I had come from a small terraced home in England so this place felt palatial but hot, very hot.
Two weeks later, from my arrival, I had already had a couple of dates. One leading to an ungratifying experience. "I don't do that, or that, or that." Is pretty much the worst way to start an evening? The other was even worse, a pretty Indian girl who explained, while drinking copious amounts of gin fizzes, that in her religion, even though they were arranged marriages, virginity could only be lost on the wedding night.
Then one day on campus I heard, "Ian, so how are you settling in?"
I turned and there she was, smiling, unbelievably beautiful, and I just stood there like the complete shmuck that I was.
"Have the girls got your tongue already?" she asked with a big grin.
"I never got your contact info, I tried at admin but didn't know your last name and Sati isn't that uncommon."
"Well I knew when the time was right we would see each other again." She said. "So let's stop messing around and meet at "Shore's" down on the waterside at 6, okay?" Her eyes watched for my reaction.