First DC sentence / No Naby / One year sobriety coin chip!
I got to work at 8:15am yesterday to finish preparing for my sentence. I realised I had probably left it a little late - next time I need to put a whole day aside to prepare. I could hear people like Mary talking and I hoped that they wouldn't come over because I really needed peace and quiet to prepare. Luckily, they didn't.
I eventually left for court. There were only two matters in my courtroom, so it was pretty certain that it'd be going ahead. Part of me wanted to beg for an adjournment. But I know that even if I got one, the same thing would happen next time.
Kathy arrived and we talked a bit about the matter before waiting around. Then the cop Tricia arrived and we had a little chat, then waited for the judge to come on. When he did, he gave judgment/sentence in another matter first. I sat in and listened as the dude was sentence for, amongst other things, armed robbery. I looked at him and thought what he did was pretty bad, as the judge read out the facts, maybe even worse than what my guy did (import). But of course, it was apples to oranges.
As I sat there, sometimes I thought about meeting Naby later that night and making love to her.
That matter finished at about 11:30am, just in time for the morning tea break. The judge asked us to hand up our papers informally so he could read over them during the break and asked us to come back at 12:20pm. I just stayed in one of the conference rooms to read some further material, and before I knew it, it was time to go back. Time really flies when you're busy!
Anyway, I went back at 12:20pm and we managed to get a start. We got our papers back. The def had been brought up into the dock. Kathy asked for him to speak to his family, and it was a bit sad, so I tried not to look.
It seriously was my first DC sentence as a pros, but I didn't tell anyone here. I started reading an outline before the judge stopped me to ask if the def adhered to his plea. I continued, and then formally handed up my papers. At times I was questioning if I was doing the right thing, or if there was a next step in the process that I wasn't aware of.
But it all went rather smoothly. I told myself not to xx the def, but I did ask him a few questions because the judge seemed interested in the money aspect. I think I did ok. My questions were:
1. I'll take you back to 4 August ok?
2. At that time you owed x?
3. And you were told if you did this, then y would be cleared off the debt?
4. And do you remember telling the police that z told you if you did a few runs then that would clear the debt?
I was obviously trying to force him to say yes to all those, which he did. Phew.
The judge adj to 3pm for judgment and it was only about 1pm, so I decided to go see how the celebration lunch was doing. I went to the Civic and saw Ogre, Clare, Moira, Mary and Michael at a table. They were waving me over. I went there and they were in the middle of their meals. I went to order and then went back to the table.
It was pretty bad seating position for me. I was next to Moira, and there was too much noise to hear what Mary and Michael were saying at the head of the table. I'm sure it was gossip and/or funny stuff, which I think was the main reason they wanted the lunch anyway. Damnit, I really wanted to hear it.
I feared my lunch would come too late and I'd have to eat it when everyone was leaving, but it came just in time I suppose. I was, however, the only one eating as everyone else had finished. I felt a bit left out as everyone talked and I just ate my prawn pie (which wasn't really that good).
Later Trent's dad Steve and Frank arrived. It was a bit funny, because earlier Michael was teasing Moira about how good looking Frank was, lol. I was glad I wasn't the only one who thought Frank was a fuckhead. Just looking at him made me feel sick. It's not so much his look, but he just has sleaze written all over him, and he's an over-confident prick. I remember seeing him in Wick once with his Asian girlfriend. Another case of "why can't I get a girl like that".
Luckily we left soon, and we all went back to the office. I bummed around until 2:30pm when I left for the court again. It was an easy ride from here, although I was mindful that the judge may still ask me questions. As I listened and wrote down what he was saying, I thought that he had a really nice steady voice, and he did a good job as a judge. I remembered the time I volunteered to be a judge, and it was pretty hard, so now I appreciated his job that much more.
When he read out the sentence, I couldn't help but glance over and look at the def to see his reaction. I thought maybe it was a tiny bit harsh, but not an error. He didn't have any reaction. He looked a bit like John actually, lol.
You read about sentences all the time, but it's not until you're actually there and writing it down that it really hits you as to how long it really is. This guy will come out in 2014. Damn. That's a long time. I don't know what I'd do if I had to be sent away until 2014.
Afterwards I saw him smiling at Kathy, so I guess he was happy with his result.
I left with Tricia and she said she would've liked more. I reminded myself that she had a very pros view.
I went back to the office, glad that I had done my first DC sentence smoothly and also that it was near the end of the day. I went to tell Mary about it without much planning or thinking. I told her how the judge had said something about fixed terms and I "gave him a 'I don't know what you're talking about" look. As soon as I said it I knew it didn't sound too well. She looked at me and I caught a glimpse of her look which indicated that she now thought I was dumb.
God, I really should think about things before I open my mouth. I kept mentally banging my head after that.
I just bummed around and talked until 5pm when I left. I had messaged Ele at 4pm asking her if she was doing anything after work, and I didn't get a reply so I thought I'd go for a walk. I had thought about going to the casino. Part of me wanted to place one big bet to celebrate my one year anniversary of my surgery and also being gambling free. I had placed this thought on a gambling addiction forum and one person gave an analogy of robbing a bank, getting caught and going to jail. Would I celebrate two years released from jail by robbing another bank? Good analogy.
But I wanted to go for a walk along that usual path I always took to the casino as I felt a bit sad about the sentence. Even though it was along the main street, walking in the context of my gambling addiction days brought some old feelings back. And I didn't like it. I remembered how I used to rush through the streets to get to the casino. I also felt that old familiar feeling of telling myself to "win one bet, and leave" and how I never adhered to it. Oh god.
I got to the QVB and checked my phone. Ele had rang. I called back and she said she was near the cinemas, and we agreed to meet. That probably saved me from going to the casino.
I walked through the drizzling rain to meet her. I thought she was near the sushi restaurant but as I walked in she spotted me at the entrance and waved. I walked over to her in my long coat. She was dressed rather casually with a white jacket. I wanted to tell her straight away about my sentence but I didn't want to come off as selfish, so we talked a bit about her day at work. I eventually told her about it as we made our way down the main street.
She was very interested, and I really wanted to talk about it, so it was good. We stopped inside a small mall to avoid the heavy rain. We talked a bit about raising kids these days (and she also told me about how people are stuffing alcohol into their vaginas/anuses which was a bit weird) before I felt hungry and thought about the food stalls in Chinatown on a Friday night. I suggested it, although she said she wasn't hungry, but she said she would accompany me.
We went there and I felt like it was a bit like a date, only I was sure she didn't feel the same way. I saw her speaking on the phone to Yang to tell him where she was. I bought a box of fried calamaries and she took a piece. She asked Yang if he wanted anything. She said she wanted to go buy some meat so we went to the butcher in Market City as I ate my stuff. She said they had the best pork.
We passed the Morning Glory where I had bought the Totoro and I asked if she thought it was cute. She said it was ok, lol. I waited for her as she bought her meat and then we walked off. I started telling her about one of my cases where there was a raid recently on Chinatown on people selling fake stuff, and she said she was there when it happened. Wow, how coincidental I thought.
We walked to Central and when we got there we started talking about superannuation and the share market. Then I said I'd let her go. She didn't seem like she wanted to go, and asked if I wanted to play table tennis with Yang and Samuel. It didn't really appeal to me so I said no. She just stood there and I was like "ummm...you should go to the gates" and then she went, lol.
I caught a bus back home, got changed and bummed around on the net waiting for my dad to get home. He got home at 10:30pm. I got changed into my suit and got down to the car at 10:40pm. I called the shop and asked if Bibi was working. He said she was sick. My heart sank. I asked if Naby was working and he said there was no Naby.
My mind was spinning.
Sick??
What was up with that? I would've thought if she wasn't working she'd tell me. What's the point of telling me to meet if she wasn't working? Was this deliberate? Was she trying to avoid me? Was the shop lying? Or was she really sick? I thought maybe she was working under a different name, so I sent a message:
"Are you sick? Shop said you were sick"
I didn't get a reply. Not an instant one anyway. So I thought that was the case and maybe she was with a customer. I told myself to 'decide' after an hour. I drove towards the casino. I thought about going in to check, but I knew it wouldn't be a good look to be seen there after being a pros in a gambling/drug matter on the very same day.
I stopped, fixed my mirror, checked my phone, and drove off to the shop. I figured I might watch from the outside until the hour was up. I was really disappointed. I had shaved, I had the Totoro ready and I had gotten a haircut for this. And now it wasn't happening. Very, very disappointed.
Maybe she was working earlier, and she was waiting for you, but you didn't come so she left? Maybe she thought you meant 6 or 7pm?
What were my options? I could go to another shop, or I could see another girl in the shop. The latter, of course, might cause a problem if Naby ever found out.
When I got there, I saw a security guard standing outside. This was new.
Maybe an incident happened earlier? Involving Naby?
I parked across the road and gave him a nod as I walked in. The door was opened and I was directed to the first room on the left. I asked the guy if Bibi was working and he asked another, and he said no. I mentioned the security guard and said that was the first time I'd seen one, and he said there has always been one. I asked for the line up. It came in sooner than I expected, and I sat back with my arms crossed, expecting to see Naby.
I was shown about five girls. One kept looking at me. I know I should've picked her, but for some reason I picked a girl called Crystal. I don't know why. None of them really appealed to me. I wanted Naby. I paid for an hour. I was told to wait a few minutes as she was eating. Whatever. When I was finally told to come out, I had my glasses on and looked around. I caught a glimpse of a tall girl with dyed orange hair walk by and I heard a bit of a squeal. My mind told me that was Naby seeing me but I don't think it was. She was too tall, and Naby didn't dye her hair all orange.
I followed Crystal up the stairs. I noticed she was wearing any shoes. When we went into the room, she went out to get the towels. I said "no shoes" and she thought I said "nice shoes" and laughed and said thanks. I asked her how she was and she said good. She seemed a bit reluctant to get undressed so I just nonchalantly took my clothes off, with a bit of "let's get this done with" feeling.
When I finished, she was naked and in the shower. We showered together and I noticed she looked a bit like a younger Amanda. She wasn't ugly, some may think she was quite cute, but it really wasn't my cup of tea. I wanted Naby. She had my rinse with a bit of Listerine. I jokingly asked if I should swallow it.
I dried myself and then laid on the bed face down. I was looking forward to this as I hadn't had it in a while. She kissed my back and down to my legs. I felt like she was rushing it. She didn't "DD" though, which I was looking forward to. She asked me to turn around. Before she went down on me, she asked me a question about my dick, which was a bit weird. Then she proceeded and I must admit, she was good at it. She then put the condom on, saying to be careful as it was a bit big, and then got on top of me. She rode me for a bit as I felt her breasts, and then asked to switch. I asked if she was tired and she said yes.
I stared licking her nipples causing her to moan softly. Then I entered her. I was closer to finishing quicker than I thought. I slowed down to last longer, but that didn't work too long, so I finally finished.
I laid down and she laid next to me. I sort of had my left arm spread out. If this was Naby, she'd wrap my arm around her and sleep on it. Crystal placed it back next to me so she could lie down. It was quiet at first as I thought about Naby. But eventually we made some small talk.
She asked me where I was and I asked her to guess. She got China after a few guesses and then I told her HK. She asked me how old and I had her guess. She said 25 at first and made her way up to 29, and then said I looked young. She then asked what I did for work and I asked her to guess, and she laughed and said it was hard because there were so many. I didn't really want to, but I told her. She wanted my business card, but I had her pass my phone to me and I asked for her number. She said no, so I just typed in my number and told her to remember it.
I asked her about her work. She said she'd been here for four days and this was her first day working. I asked what she did in Korea and she said just play and go clubbing. She had never worked before. After I told her about my sentencing matter and the case where a guy had his eyeball pulled out, she told me a story about her friend who was a working girl, who had a boyfriend but a customer fell in love with her, and the customer and boyfriend had a fight and the boyfriend was killed.
I took the opportunity to ask if a working girl here could have a boyfriend. She said no, because if they had a boyfriend they had no need for money. I asked why. She said girls thought differently - she added that a handsome guy with no money might be fun for a while, but ultimately the girl would choose the guy with money. She said if the boyfriend had money then there was no need to work.
I didn't mention Naby, as I didn't want any of the girls connecting who I was.
As we talked, we held hands, but I could feel the distance between us as I noticed how far apart our hips were as she had her right leg bent and away from my body. Sometimes she would squeeze my fingers. Sometimes I'd just put my right hand over my head, thinking about Naby, as I held her hand with my left.
She asked if I had a girlfriend or was married. I said no and showed her my left hand. She asked why not. I never know how to answer these questions. She asked if I had one a long time ago and I said yes.
I asked her if she drank and she said yes. I asked if it was soju and she said it didn't taste good, but I should ask for "choonga" next time I was at a Korean restaurant.
Her timer sounded and I asked "finished?" and she said five more minutes. We talked a bit more before another buzzer sounded and she said shower. She showered me, and looked up at me for a moment which made me think maybe she fancied me a bit. I didn't feel the same way. I wanted Naby.
I got dressed and she waited for me. I asked her what her badge number was and she said 555. I asked her how to say bye bye in Korean and she said it was the same and laughed. We walked down the stairs. I think she looked in the mirror to see if I was looking at her.
I walked out of the shop as a few older men walked in. I drove home, feeling Naby-less.
My insecurities always win out.
I eventually left for court. There were only two matters in my courtroom, so it was pretty certain that it'd be going ahead. Part of me wanted to beg for an adjournment. But I know that even if I got one, the same thing would happen next time.
Kathy arrived and we talked a bit about the matter before waiting around. Then the cop Tricia arrived and we had a little chat, then waited for the judge to come on. When he did, he gave judgment/sentence in another matter first. I sat in and listened as the dude was sentence for, amongst other things, armed robbery. I looked at him and thought what he did was pretty bad, as the judge read out the facts, maybe even worse than what my guy did (import). But of course, it was apples to oranges.
As I sat there, sometimes I thought about meeting Naby later that night and making love to her.
That matter finished at about 11:30am, just in time for the morning tea break. The judge asked us to hand up our papers informally so he could read over them during the break and asked us to come back at 12:20pm. I just stayed in one of the conference rooms to read some further material, and before I knew it, it was time to go back. Time really flies when you're busy!
Anyway, I went back at 12:20pm and we managed to get a start. We got our papers back. The def had been brought up into the dock. Kathy asked for him to speak to his family, and it was a bit sad, so I tried not to look.
It seriously was my first DC sentence as a pros, but I didn't tell anyone here. I started reading an outline before the judge stopped me to ask if the def adhered to his plea. I continued, and then formally handed up my papers. At times I was questioning if I was doing the right thing, or if there was a next step in the process that I wasn't aware of.
But it all went rather smoothly. I told myself not to xx the def, but I did ask him a few questions because the judge seemed interested in the money aspect. I think I did ok. My questions were:
1. I'll take you back to 4 August ok?
2. At that time you owed x?
3. And you were told if you did this, then y would be cleared off the debt?
4. And do you remember telling the police that z told you if you did a few runs then that would clear the debt?
I was obviously trying to force him to say yes to all those, which he did. Phew.
The judge adj to 3pm for judgment and it was only about 1pm, so I decided to go see how the celebration lunch was doing. I went to the Civic and saw Ogre, Clare, Moira, Mary and Michael at a table. They were waving me over. I went there and they were in the middle of their meals. I went to order and then went back to the table.
It was pretty bad seating position for me. I was next to Moira, and there was too much noise to hear what Mary and Michael were saying at the head of the table. I'm sure it was gossip and/or funny stuff, which I think was the main reason they wanted the lunch anyway. Damnit, I really wanted to hear it.
I feared my lunch would come too late and I'd have to eat it when everyone was leaving, but it came just in time I suppose. I was, however, the only one eating as everyone else had finished. I felt a bit left out as everyone talked and I just ate my prawn pie (which wasn't really that good).
Later Trent's dad Steve and Frank arrived. It was a bit funny, because earlier Michael was teasing Moira about how good looking Frank was, lol. I was glad I wasn't the only one who thought Frank was a fuckhead. Just looking at him made me feel sick. It's not so much his look, but he just has sleaze written all over him, and he's an over-confident prick. I remember seeing him in Wick once with his Asian girlfriend. Another case of "why can't I get a girl like that".
Luckily we left soon, and we all went back to the office. I bummed around until 2:30pm when I left for the court again. It was an easy ride from here, although I was mindful that the judge may still ask me questions. As I listened and wrote down what he was saying, I thought that he had a really nice steady voice, and he did a good job as a judge. I remembered the time I volunteered to be a judge, and it was pretty hard, so now I appreciated his job that much more.
When he read out the sentence, I couldn't help but glance over and look at the def to see his reaction. I thought maybe it was a tiny bit harsh, but not an error. He didn't have any reaction. He looked a bit like John actually, lol.
You read about sentences all the time, but it's not until you're actually there and writing it down that it really hits you as to how long it really is. This guy will come out in 2014. Damn. That's a long time. I don't know what I'd do if I had to be sent away until 2014.
Afterwards I saw him smiling at Kathy, so I guess he was happy with his result.
I left with Tricia and she said she would've liked more. I reminded myself that she had a very pros view.
I went back to the office, glad that I had done my first DC sentence smoothly and also that it was near the end of the day. I went to tell Mary about it without much planning or thinking. I told her how the judge had said something about fixed terms and I "gave him a 'I don't know what you're talking about" look. As soon as I said it I knew it didn't sound too well. She looked at me and I caught a glimpse of her look which indicated that she now thought I was dumb.
God, I really should think about things before I open my mouth. I kept mentally banging my head after that.
I just bummed around and talked until 5pm when I left. I had messaged Ele at 4pm asking her if she was doing anything after work, and I didn't get a reply so I thought I'd go for a walk. I had thought about going to the casino. Part of me wanted to place one big bet to celebrate my one year anniversary of my surgery and also being gambling free. I had placed this thought on a gambling addiction forum and one person gave an analogy of robbing a bank, getting caught and going to jail. Would I celebrate two years released from jail by robbing another bank? Good analogy.
But I wanted to go for a walk along that usual path I always took to the casino as I felt a bit sad about the sentence. Even though it was along the main street, walking in the context of my gambling addiction days brought some old feelings back. And I didn't like it. I remembered how I used to rush through the streets to get to the casino. I also felt that old familiar feeling of telling myself to "win one bet, and leave" and how I never adhered to it. Oh god.
I got to the QVB and checked my phone. Ele had rang. I called back and she said she was near the cinemas, and we agreed to meet. That probably saved me from going to the casino.
I walked through the drizzling rain to meet her. I thought she was near the sushi restaurant but as I walked in she spotted me at the entrance and waved. I walked over to her in my long coat. She was dressed rather casually with a white jacket. I wanted to tell her straight away about my sentence but I didn't want to come off as selfish, so we talked a bit about her day at work. I eventually told her about it as we made our way down the main street.
She was very interested, and I really wanted to talk about it, so it was good. We stopped inside a small mall to avoid the heavy rain. We talked a bit about raising kids these days (and she also told me about how people are stuffing alcohol into their vaginas/anuses which was a bit weird) before I felt hungry and thought about the food stalls in Chinatown on a Friday night. I suggested it, although she said she wasn't hungry, but she said she would accompany me.
We went there and I felt like it was a bit like a date, only I was sure she didn't feel the same way. I saw her speaking on the phone to Yang to tell him where she was. I bought a box of fried calamaries and she took a piece. She asked Yang if he wanted anything. She said she wanted to go buy some meat so we went to the butcher in Market City as I ate my stuff. She said they had the best pork.
We passed the Morning Glory where I had bought the Totoro and I asked if she thought it was cute. She said it was ok, lol. I waited for her as she bought her meat and then we walked off. I started telling her about one of my cases where there was a raid recently on Chinatown on people selling fake stuff, and she said she was there when it happened. Wow, how coincidental I thought.
We walked to Central and when we got there we started talking about superannuation and the share market. Then I said I'd let her go. She didn't seem like she wanted to go, and asked if I wanted to play table tennis with Yang and Samuel. It didn't really appeal to me so I said no. She just stood there and I was like "ummm...you should go to the gates" and then she went, lol.
I caught a bus back home, got changed and bummed around on the net waiting for my dad to get home. He got home at 10:30pm. I got changed into my suit and got down to the car at 10:40pm. I called the shop and asked if Bibi was working. He said she was sick. My heart sank. I asked if Naby was working and he said there was no Naby.
My mind was spinning.
Sick??
What was up with that? I would've thought if she wasn't working she'd tell me. What's the point of telling me to meet if she wasn't working? Was this deliberate? Was she trying to avoid me? Was the shop lying? Or was she really sick? I thought maybe she was working under a different name, so I sent a message:
"Are you sick? Shop said you were sick"
I didn't get a reply. Not an instant one anyway. So I thought that was the case and maybe she was with a customer. I told myself to 'decide' after an hour. I drove towards the casino. I thought about going in to check, but I knew it wouldn't be a good look to be seen there after being a pros in a gambling/drug matter on the very same day.
I stopped, fixed my mirror, checked my phone, and drove off to the shop. I figured I might watch from the outside until the hour was up. I was really disappointed. I had shaved, I had the Totoro ready and I had gotten a haircut for this. And now it wasn't happening. Very, very disappointed.
Maybe she was working earlier, and she was waiting for you, but you didn't come so she left? Maybe she thought you meant 6 or 7pm?
What were my options? I could go to another shop, or I could see another girl in the shop. The latter, of course, might cause a problem if Naby ever found out.
When I got there, I saw a security guard standing outside. This was new.
Maybe an incident happened earlier? Involving Naby?
I parked across the road and gave him a nod as I walked in. The door was opened and I was directed to the first room on the left. I asked the guy if Bibi was working and he asked another, and he said no. I mentioned the security guard and said that was the first time I'd seen one, and he said there has always been one. I asked for the line up. It came in sooner than I expected, and I sat back with my arms crossed, expecting to see Naby.
I was shown about five girls. One kept looking at me. I know I should've picked her, but for some reason I picked a girl called Crystal. I don't know why. None of them really appealed to me. I wanted Naby. I paid for an hour. I was told to wait a few minutes as she was eating. Whatever. When I was finally told to come out, I had my glasses on and looked around. I caught a glimpse of a tall girl with dyed orange hair walk by and I heard a bit of a squeal. My mind told me that was Naby seeing me but I don't think it was. She was too tall, and Naby didn't dye her hair all orange.
I followed Crystal up the stairs. I noticed she was wearing any shoes. When we went into the room, she went out to get the towels. I said "no shoes" and she thought I said "nice shoes" and laughed and said thanks. I asked her how she was and she said good. She seemed a bit reluctant to get undressed so I just nonchalantly took my clothes off, with a bit of "let's get this done with" feeling.
When I finished, she was naked and in the shower. We showered together and I noticed she looked a bit like a younger Amanda. She wasn't ugly, some may think she was quite cute, but it really wasn't my cup of tea. I wanted Naby. She had my rinse with a bit of Listerine. I jokingly asked if I should swallow it.
I dried myself and then laid on the bed face down. I was looking forward to this as I hadn't had it in a while. She kissed my back and down to my legs. I felt like she was rushing it. She didn't "DD" though, which I was looking forward to. She asked me to turn around. Before she went down on me, she asked me a question about my dick, which was a bit weird. Then she proceeded and I must admit, she was good at it. She then put the condom on, saying to be careful as it was a bit big, and then got on top of me. She rode me for a bit as I felt her breasts, and then asked to switch. I asked if she was tired and she said yes.
I stared licking her nipples causing her to moan softly. Then I entered her. I was closer to finishing quicker than I thought. I slowed down to last longer, but that didn't work too long, so I finally finished.
I laid down and she laid next to me. I sort of had my left arm spread out. If this was Naby, she'd wrap my arm around her and sleep on it. Crystal placed it back next to me so she could lie down. It was quiet at first as I thought about Naby. But eventually we made some small talk.
She asked me where I was and I asked her to guess. She got China after a few guesses and then I told her HK. She asked me how old and I had her guess. She said 25 at first and made her way up to 29, and then said I looked young. She then asked what I did for work and I asked her to guess, and she laughed and said it was hard because there were so many. I didn't really want to, but I told her. She wanted my business card, but I had her pass my phone to me and I asked for her number. She said no, so I just typed in my number and told her to remember it.
I asked her about her work. She said she'd been here for four days and this was her first day working. I asked what she did in Korea and she said just play and go clubbing. She had never worked before. After I told her about my sentencing matter and the case where a guy had his eyeball pulled out, she told me a story about her friend who was a working girl, who had a boyfriend but a customer fell in love with her, and the customer and boyfriend had a fight and the boyfriend was killed.
I took the opportunity to ask if a working girl here could have a boyfriend. She said no, because if they had a boyfriend they had no need for money. I asked why. She said girls thought differently - she added that a handsome guy with no money might be fun for a while, but ultimately the girl would choose the guy with money. She said if the boyfriend had money then there was no need to work.
I didn't mention Naby, as I didn't want any of the girls connecting who I was.
As we talked, we held hands, but I could feel the distance between us as I noticed how far apart our hips were as she had her right leg bent and away from my body. Sometimes she would squeeze my fingers. Sometimes I'd just put my right hand over my head, thinking about Naby, as I held her hand with my left.
She asked if I had a girlfriend or was married. I said no and showed her my left hand. She asked why not. I never know how to answer these questions. She asked if I had one a long time ago and I said yes.
I asked her if she drank and she said yes. I asked if it was soju and she said it didn't taste good, but I should ask for "choonga" next time I was at a Korean restaurant.
Her timer sounded and I asked "finished?" and she said five more minutes. We talked a bit more before another buzzer sounded and she said shower. She showered me, and looked up at me for a moment which made me think maybe she fancied me a bit. I didn't feel the same way. I wanted Naby.
I got dressed and she waited for me. I asked her what her badge number was and she said 555. I asked her how to say bye bye in Korean and she said it was the same and laughed. We walked down the stairs. I think she looked in the mirror to see if I was looking at her.
I walked out of the shop as a few older men walked in. I drove home, feeling Naby-less.
My insecurities always win out.
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