It was Friday late at night and old Mr. Me was happy to have a moment to consider all that had happened lately, since Lily arrived. I was on my porch, drinking beer, smoking. I had a French joint and I was glad to have a chance to be alone looking at the sea and the big sky. Both May Linh and Lily were asleep. Lily had her period today. Everything considered, I was glad to have a moment of peace.
When I devised this scheme – all of it spelled out in a fair and square contract of course – to have Asian ladies living in the nude with me, I thought of it as a piece of cake. A fair contract and roll baby roll. Well there are cherries but a piece of cake it is not. When old Mr. Me wrote the first contract, for May Linh, I thought I was a pastry chef of my own kind. Then Lily came and she blew my cake up to pieces. Happy birthday old man!
When, over a bit more than a month ago, May Linh agreed to old Mr. Me’s contract, that she’d live with me in the nude and be fondled here and there every now and then, I wondered how that would work. To my surprise, we rather quickly found a nice way to share the house I owned by the beach in this Southeastern Asian country, remaining alone, each with his/hers own preoccupations, yet together.
We found we were a little bit less alone and we were both kind of happy with the prospect to continue the experience. Yes it was certainly an odd job for May Linh but, everything considered, it didn’t seem to be such a commanding job. Then young and energetic Lily showed up.
When old Mr. Me thought out his plan to live in a secluded house by the beach in this southeastern Asian country surrounded by beauty, that is Asian ladies living in the nude around me, and when I drew a contract for them, I thought I was the benevolent one, the generous one. And I figured there would be plenty of candidates and I could pick and choose.
Well it didn’t exactly turned out this way. First it seems that older May Linh, who is in her late forties, early fifties – I can’t tell for sure, maybe she is closer to 70, like old Mr. Me – and has been here for about five weeks now, chose me more than I chose her. Then she brought Lily in, young full of life Lily.
Lily had started to give old Mr. Me a massage like I never had before. I was thinking that massages weren’t in the contract I had devised when I planned to retire from the world’s follies to this secluded house by the beach in this Southeastern Asian country. Then again, May Linh playing piano so beautifully wasn’t in the contract either.
Moreover, it is only because old Mr. Me’s dick was dead for a long time that I could have imagined such a thing, living surrounded by women in the nude. And after I had met with May Linh, I was perfectly happy to be with her and how our relationship was evolving. But young Lily showed up and I, an old white Christian guy full of complexes, wasn’t prepared for her arrival.
Sometimes, life seems to accelerate on its own devolution. When I bought this shotgun house by the beach in this warm Southeastern Asian country, old Mr. Me thought that this was the place where I could stretch time, where even the notion of time would disappear. In fact, that was suggested in the contract (article 1) I had written for the women who would be living nude with me.
Well, during the first four weeks with May Linh, indeed time itself seemed to become hazy. But when young Lily showed up, she brought enough energy to reanimate a languishing army. Well, at least enough to reanimate me. I had to give it to her: yesterday, her massage had resuscitated all that was dead in me. And that was totally unexpected. And life seemed to be speeding away again although the next day started like usual in the sense that I woke up alone in bed and could smell the coffee.