Chapter 4 - THE SEDUCTION
(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "
As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)
A month after Mae's initial confession, she invited me over to have dinner with her and her husband. It was the Friday after the 4
th
of July and she told me to be there precisely at 5:00. It was the first time that I'd been to her home, and at first I thought that the address might have been a mistake.
There is a community in San Jose called Silver Creek. It is a gated community, meaning the homes are a significant step above run-of-the-mill. Now, don't get me wrong, it isn't Beverly Hills, but it is very nice. Some of the homes are huge, Mae's home was not one of those, but nonetheless it was top notch.
It was the first time that I would meet her husband, Jason. He seemed nice enough, but, on the cover, they seemed like an unlikely couple. He was a bit nerdy and much older than Mae. But, I was not one to judge, and, with Mae, I suppose there was plenty to judge. But, by first impression he seemed nice enough.
When I arrived, out of Asian habit, I slipped out of my sandaled feet and left the sandals near the front door. Mae immediately gave me a grand tour. One of the first stops was her massage room. It was a very large, but simple room, with two massage tables, side-by-side, in the middle of the room.
I immediately asked her, "Why two?"
"Occasionally I give dual massages" and gave me a smile.
Other than the massage tables there was only a dresser. I noticed there were speakers for music. As I look around the room I remembered Terry giving me a tour of his home. But, this time there were no sex toys out in the open.
Then she pointed me toward the bathroom. The bathroom was as large as the massage room, which was large in itself, and the walk-in shower took up half the room. Just as she had described, it had shower heads and controls on the left and right side of the shower. The walls were made of marble and there were horizontal grab bars the length of the back wall of the shower. I could only imagine the stories that might be told if that shower could talk.
She continued the tour. Her house had 4 bedrooms. The massage room was one of the bedrooms. Two bedrooms were fully furnished guest rooms. But despite being fully furnished, a couple things stood out.
Both bedrooms had nice looking furniture with king sized beds. But neither of the beds had headboards. It just struck me as odd that she might skimp on the headboards when she furnished the rooms.
The second thing was the walls seemed barren. The walls had multiple hooks where picture might hang, but they all were empty. I didn't ask about and thought maybe she was in the middle of a modest decorating change out.
the fourth was an even larger grand master bedroom. Nothing about the dΓ©cor suggested that the house was ever used for anything but living.
There was a formal dining and living room that looked like they were rarely used. But the largest room of the home was the family room. It was furnished with oversized sofas, tables and, of course, a large flat screen television.
She then led me through glass French doors to the backyard. Until we stepped outside, I hadn't really realized that her home sat on a hillside. The rear of her home faced the valley. It was a very nice view. The footprint of the home was U-shaped and it created a small courtyard within the U. In the center of it was a built-in Jacuzzi that was bubbling and frothing. Looking towards the rear fence line I could barely see the top of the roof of the homes behind her. It was very secluded.
I said the first thing that popped into my head: "Wow! This is so nice!"
"You like it?"
"This is incredible!"
"You know the best part?" Not knowing the answer, I shook my head. She continued, "No tan lines."
I didn't understand what she meant and she could read it on my face.
"No one can see into the hot tub area, which means I get to sunbathe nude; no tan lines."
I burst out laughing and said, "Oh my god! That is awesome. I could never do that at my parents' home. We're surrounded by two story homes and everyone can see into our backyard."
"You mean you haven't sunbathed nude because you're afraid people might see you? If I were you, I'd be doing it hoping someone would see me. If you've got it, you shouldn't be afraid to show it! And, believe me, you've got it."
I laughed, "Yeah, that is all I would need is someone telling my parents that they saw me sunbathing naked."
Mae looked at me seriously and said, "No one would tell them. I assure you, they'd keep it to themselves. They might mention it to another neighbor, but never to your parents."
We continued with some more small talk and went back inside.
Jason was not much of a conversationalist, and the circumstances of the introduction left me unimpressed. Getting to know Jason is not important to my story, so it really doesn't make a difference. No hanky-panky has ever occurred between the two of us.
Mae offered me a glass of wine. Being as I was under the legal drinking age I naturally accepted.
She was preparing an informal dinner, so I lent her a hand.