Every once in a while there is one flick moment that a grown up wishes to just not care about anything or anyone and just go with the flow. Do the bizarre and not be judged.

Run in the rain and enjoy as rain water dampens your clothes while the sole of your shoes  squash mud on the wet ground  sending it flying to your clothes.

Or maybe stuff your mouth with ice cream, swallow it greedily without care about your health or weight. Lick all round your mouth and fingers with your tongue like a cat, making sure all the cream goes in your stomach and nowhere else.

But never have I thought sucking a woman's breast is a thing. Blame it on my inexperience or my lack of social interactions.

All I can think now is my face stuffed in your chest while my lips switch between your left and right nipple. Sucking and biting.

Odd... but surprisingly intriguing.

We have already finished eating. After your smutty promise the rest of the breakfast goes by in silence. You feeding me and I reciprocating. The side way glances and shy smiles that we share makes the whole meal a lot more romantic than I can admit.

"What do you do on Saturdays?" You ask while drying your small hands with a towel, the breakfast dishes now washed clean and arranged as though they were never even touched.

"Saturday to me is a shopping day. Food mostly, but if there is anything else in dare need then I can look into that too." I shrug, not interested in showing you how boring my life is.

"Great! Let's go shopping then." You say, your eyes lighting up.

I nod and get up to go and get ready. I separate a little of the couple dollar notes from my drawer and slip them in my breast pocket. I silently pray the cash will be enough for groceries.

Ten minutes later we are out of the house eyeing my car. Too much has transpired that my precious car breaking down compares to nothing at all.

"I told you my brother could look into it." You state, your eyes still glued on the old crappy thing.

"I will take care of it, don't worry." My pride kicks in so I dismiss politely with a wave of my right hand.

"You have done much for me and this is the least I can do. Pretty please?" You plead again, turning your head to face me and blinking your thick eyelashes.

I sighs knowing that i have already lost this battle. With your innocent blinks and your childish pout, there is no way i can say no.

"Fine." I admit my defeat and just immediately your pout turns into a grin and your innocent blinking into a wink making me chuckle and shake my head

"We should hail a cab so that we can be on our way." I say, looking around for a sign of any yellow looking car.

The few dollars in my pocket scream a big no at the mention of cab but my humanity and gentlemanly seem not to care.

"We can walk. I don't mind a good walk." You suggest, stretching out your hands and legs as if preparing yourself for the walk of your life.

"Are you sure?" I ask, even though part of me sighs with a huge relief.

"I am sure. Besides we can talk and know more about each other." You confirm, throwing me that heart stopping smile.

"Okay." I agree quickly and take your small hand in mine as we walk at a normal pace heading to town.

"So, tell me about yourself." You break the silence.

"Um, there is nothing much to tell really. You tell me what you know about me from your observations and i will fill in the rest." I suggest.

"Okay, let's see... I know your name but I don't know anything about your family. I know that you are a teacher. I have not seen you with a phone so I don't think you enjoy technology. Oh, and i know I am the first woman to have experienced the pleasure of your long thick—"

"Alright, alright." I stop you quickly, knowing where this is going. I run my palm across my hot face to at least cool it down.

You will surely be the death of me!

"I don't know about my family. I mean when I started to understand myself I was in an orphanage. About my technology appreciation, let's just say there are other things that I have prioritised. I do have a phone by the way, it is just that i don't carry it around since i don't use it much." I answer.

I fail to add that what i call 'my phone' is a very old gadget with a cracked screen that can make you cringe and a very loose and completely faded black bottom that detaches itself from the phone with just a simple shake, showing the battery to the world.

"Okay. I am satisfied with that for now." You nod. "What do you want to know about me?"

I have so many questions to ask but now that i want to say them loud, they either sound stupid or just irrelevant.

"Tell me about your family." I find myself asking.

"It's just me and my brother. I only see my parents once in a year if that is my lucky year, but otherwise they are satisfied with just calling." You say, your voice sadder with every word.

Even though i grew up without parents, there are times that i count myself lucky. This is one of those times. How painful can it be to know that you have parents somewhere but they never care for you as much as they should?

With just a step, I move towards you and engulf you in a comforting hug. Your body relaxes in mine and we enjoy the comfortable silence.

Everything around us fades. Our hearts seem to meet with our close proximity, mending each other silently. People passing by throw glances at our intertwined bodies, wondering the cause of our public display of affection.

"Okay, let's get going. If we continue this I will give you one hell of a kiss and we don't want some granny dying of heart attack." You say, breaking away from the hug.

I chuckle at your lame joke as we continue walking. Even though I still have a lot of questions to ask, i am slightly at ease. You opening up to me is a step to the right direction.

I may seem stupid for agreeing quickly to a marriage proposal and letting you in my life, but you are the first person to show an interest in me since... forever. So sue me for wanting to keep you! Sue me for being greedy.

"Hey, where are we going?" I ask quickly, my steps now hesitant.

You are guiding me to a very tall storey building. Its beauty alone screams money. It's exterior looks spotlessly clean as though the walls are scrubbed with every passing second.

"We are going to shop." You reply in a 'duh' tone.

"No offense but i will have to sell my kidney to even buy a spoon from this place." I exhale loudly, watching classy dressed couples entering and exiting the large glass door.

"Well then, we will just look around. Come on, let's go." You say, taking my hand in yours and guiding my unwilling body towards the entrance.

The moment I step into 'the mall', everything changes. It is like i have teleported to a fantasy world. My mouth is agape as I take in my surrounding in wonder and amazement.

Commodities are perfectly placed, not even a hint of dust. Everything seems to glitter, enticing the customers. The nonchalant faces walking through the mall was the only downside. How could anyone not appreciate this beauty? How can anyone still have a gloomy face at this heavenly site?

"Come on. Let's go." You pull me forward, after chuckling at my shocked appearance.

You hand me what looks like a bar code hand gun and you remain with another as we walk aimlessly.

"Just point anything you see is nice. It will be fun." You say, as you lead me through the mall with ease.

The truth is that I find it not fun to just walk around pointing at random things that are way past my cost of living. What if it breaks at my pointing?

I see the people we pass eyeing me up to down,  clearly not expecting me to be here. Well, i can't blame them because I didn't expect to be here either.

I see you start pointing at random stuff and encourage me to do the same. After sometime I also start pointing, and that is after you pull the puppy face on me again.

I can't admit it loud but  but being at the mall with you is fun. We just do our thing as others look at us as though we are aliens. I couldn't help but chuckle at this once time when you winked at an old lady who was not doing a good job at hiding her stares.

An hour later we are back at the counter, ready to exit when a classy dressed middle aged woman stops us.

"Excuse me. Hi, I am the manager here and I would love to have a word with you two." The woman says in an automated voice. It seem as though she does this a lot. Even her smile is fake.

"Sure. Is there a problem?" You ask, separating your hand that was in mine. I mask my disappointment.

"There is no problem at all. In fact I am here to congratulate you guys as you are our luckiest customers of the year, so you will have all that you chose back there for free." The woman shows her teeth in an attempt to smile.

You turn to me and grin. I reply with a tight smile not knowing what in God's name is going on. This is my first time in this money screaming mall and now I am apparently a winner?

The woman turns and starts walking towards a small office and nods for us to follow her.

"The commodities that you picked are already packed and you will have them at the exit." The woman says once we enter the office and have our seats.

"See, we are a lucky couple." You say while smiling at me, and when then you turn to the woman. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Miss Clai–" The woman says, but you cut her off.

"Okay, I assume there is something we are to do before we go?" You ask.

"Of course. Just sign this form here and you are free to go." The woman says handing you a pen and paper.

You read it briefly and sign and you give me to sign too. I scribble my signature and give back the form and pen to the woman who files the form and returns the pen to its previous state.

"There. You can go now. Have a good day and please come back soon." The woman says looking at you and extending her hand enthusiastically for a shake.

You shake her hand but I can see a hint of an eye roll which the woman does not catch. I try containing my laugh but a chuckle escapes my mouth causing you to turn to me with a knowing smile.

"Let's get out of here, shall we?" You say taking my hand in yours again.

True to the manager's words, at the exit stood a staff member holding a mountain of goods.

"We definitely need a cab back." You say.

"I can't agree more." I reply.

We hail a cab and stuff it with the shopping and ourselves and we are off.

"It is really weird that the manager knows your name, don't you think?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Just a random guess I think." You quickly try to brush it off.

Lying does not suit you. The way you avoid my eyes and your fingers play with the hem of your top, I can confidently say that there is more to this. There is something that you are hiding.

What can it be?

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