Nightmare on PR Street
Taking shortcuts at night isn't always worth the convenience.
It was a peaceful walk through the park on a Sunday night. The moon was hidden underneath the seemingly neverending clouds but the dimly lit lights illuminated the pathways, chasing Darkness out to at least a kilometre away.
A mother of two was taking a stroll on the pebbled paths, guiding her kids with the basics of riding a bicycle. The shrill voices of her two kids were distinct even from where I was walking and as I headed towards the other end of the park, I could still hear the kids' enthusiastic voices.
It was a good 200 metres or so of walking when a couple sitting comfortably on a bench some 100 metres away came to vision. Thinking that all was fine and dandy, I quickened my pace with the alluring temptation of a good shower and an aircon full blast sleep.
All the while I was looking straight ahead but from the corner of my eyes I could tell they were staring at me like daggers piercing through the skin. Curiosity got the better of me, so I turned to look at what was going on.
What I saw was not the dagger stares of Angelina Jolie, but just stunned faces watching my every move. Immediately, my eyes captured a snapshot of what was going on, my brain processed the data sent over by the eyes and registered them in the memory. A brief analysis of the scene ensued.
The lady looked old and wore a black, plunging neckline tank top with black skirt, coupled with dyed long hair - typical look of seducing whores. The guy looked like almost any other men you'd find on the streets - T-shirt and shorts. The stunned faces could only mean either of these two things: There's something wrong with me or there's something wrong with them.
Time froze for the next few seconds. Everything came to a standstill.
Well, everything... except the up and down motion of the lady's right hand.
That was some fierce stroking man.
It was a peaceful walk through the park on a Sunday night. The moon was hidden underneath the seemingly neverending clouds but the dimly lit lights illuminated the pathways, chasing Darkness out to at least a kilometre away.
A mother of two was taking a stroll on the pebbled paths, guiding her kids with the basics of riding a bicycle. The shrill voices of her two kids were distinct even from where I was walking and as I headed towards the other end of the park, I could still hear the kids' enthusiastic voices.
It was a good 200 metres or so of walking when a couple sitting comfortably on a bench some 100 metres away came to vision. Thinking that all was fine and dandy, I quickened my pace with the alluring temptation of a good shower and an aircon full blast sleep.
All the while I was looking straight ahead but from the corner of my eyes I could tell they were staring at me like daggers piercing through the skin. Curiosity got the better of me, so I turned to look at what was going on.
What I saw was not the dagger stares of Angelina Jolie, but just stunned faces watching my every move. Immediately, my eyes captured a snapshot of what was going on, my brain processed the data sent over by the eyes and registered them in the memory. A brief analysis of the scene ensued.
The lady looked old and wore a black, plunging neckline tank top with black skirt, coupled with dyed long hair - typical look of seducing whores. The guy looked like almost any other men you'd find on the streets - T-shirt and shorts. The stunned faces could only mean either of these two things: There's something wrong with me or there's something wrong with them.
Time froze for the next few seconds. Everything came to a standstill.
Well, everything... except the up and down motion of the lady's right hand.
That was some fierce stroking man.
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