Just graduated from college, left the city where the university is located, to a big city that is unfamiliar. Worked in a company. The company is relatively close to home, half an hour’s walk away. From the company to home along the road are all kinds of hair washing rooms. Little brother was young at the time, and at the beginning thought that it was a real place to wash hair and massage. There was a period of time also very curious, how the hair washing room will be so profitable it. Why would there be this doubt, because there is a real estate agent on the road one day quit, that store after renovation into a hair washing room.
I walk to and from work every day, because near well. Walking will inevitably pass these hair washing rooms. Every afternoon after work from these hair washing room when passing can see a group of women in revealing clothes, fat breasts and buttocks sitting in the transparent glass door chatting about the day, some women also wear my favorite stockings, at that time feel that every day can be a very happy addiction to the eyes. Then slowly I also feel that these hair washing room is actually the so-called “recreation” place, but this does not affect my addiction. One day after work in the unit for a while, from the company out when it was already dark. I walked not far from the entrance to the neighborhood, saw a store inside a girl looks particularly beautiful, white, wearing a tight T-shirt, looks particularly large breasts, legs wearing stockings, is simply my favorite ah, the heart fantasized with the girl to a little, but can only think about it, there are thieves in mind no courage. I am still very loyal to my daughter-in-law. As a man can not always stand in the doorway has been staring at ah, and say the daughter-in-law is still waiting at home (then not married to his wife). I didn’t realize that I was almost at the building of our house, where there was a tree, the leaves of which were still growing thickly. This is when a woman suddenly came out from under the tree and said to me, “Brother, play it”. I was frozen for a few seconds, looking at the woman, she was taller than me, carrying a small bag, and then immediately reacted to what is the situation, so I immediately ran home, ran a distance after I looked back, the street woman is still there, not hiding in the leaves, a long female, the upper body is also wearing a tight T-shirt, tight T-shirt can look big breasts, so I was impressed, wearing a I was impressed, wearing a pair of ultra-short pants, feet wearing a pair of high-heeled feet, feeling with the former Hong Kong TV drama prostitutes dress similar.
When I got home and told my daughter-in-law about it, she laughed at me and said that she was scared shitless of such a small thing. But at that time, there was an inexplicable fear. I was afraid to go home from that side for a few days after that, always worried about the woman waiting there every day, but when I went home from another door in the neighborhood, I would always look in the direction of the tree a few times to see if I would see that woman again. I don’t know what my state of mind is, why would I still look in that direction.
