Once again, she has escaped my embrace protected by the shadow of the theater. She took her bag in the dark and I have barely seen the door close on h...r silhouette. I could not even try to stop her from leaving.I don’t run after her. If she wants to flow away, so be it.I enjoy the end of the show and the numerous rounds of applause. I was not so focused on the stage as usual but I will for sure remember this evening and the encounter with this young woman. I contribute to the applause and the. It filled my head for the next three days. Saturday in June. Bright, sunny, warm and beautiful. We decided to meet in a small part of the suburbs that was kind of an open air park walk. About two miles of shops, restaurants and bars. Great for people watching, and completely anonymous. We’d meet at the coffee shop on the corner. I got there about an hour early. I just couldn’t sit home and let Barb stare at me with her sad eyes. Carol was already there, sitting in the window reading a. We sat down at the water fountain by the poly-sci building and talked for a few minutes and she kept asking me why I was smurking so much. I leaned over and whispered in her hear “because I know exactly what a slut like you needs”. As I whispered this in her hear, I reached over with my left hand and grabbed her left tit and squeezed it hard. She moaned so hard that I had to tell her to lower her voice. I kept squeezing and then switch over to the right one, never neglect the boobies they say.. I’d noticed that many Chinese people had an ‘English name’ that they choose or was given to them when they learnt English, presumably so they didn’t have to put up with foreigners constantly mispronouncing their real names, although sometimes they were pretty unsuitable names. ‘Hi, yes, who is this?’ ‘My name is Jack, we exchanged some messages online a month or two ago, if you remember?’ ‘Jack, Jack… From America?’ ‘No, from England.’ ‘England? Oh yes! I think I remember! Are you in Shanghai.