by themselves.
She was held, her head, her neck.
He held the pose in shock, didn't dare to move.
She struggled, but didn't run away.
He bent down toward her lips.
Her mind seemed to halt.
He let his mouth fall.
My heart raced.
Gradually their kisses turned into a wrestling match.
His hands went to free himself from his clothes.
He moved her toward the kitchen counter.
His clothes began to fall on the floor piece by piece. First the jacket, then the shirt. His chest was now bare.
Her will seemed to be paralyzed. She let him wrap her with his arms.
Pushing her against the corner of the wall he rocked himself against her.
My chest swelled.
There was no air in the closet.
My sweat steamed. I tried to hold my breath and tried not to blink.
I saw his hand reaching down to his zipper.
The pants peeled off like banana skin.
His butt was dark brown, tightly muscled. It reminded me of a horse's.
"Evergreen," Wild Ginger cried.
He didn't answer. He got down on his knees, pressing her onto the floor.
"Evergreen!"
He reached one arm out, lifted her, and spread his jacket beneath her. In one motion he laid himself on top of her and began caressing her.
I was completely rapt.
Wild Ginger cried. I couldn't identify whether it was from pain or pleasure.
His hands unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts popped out, and he threw himself onto them.
"No!" she screamed as if waking up from a dream.
He locked her back into his arms.
"No!" she repeated, pushing him away. Then she sat up and looked in my direction.
He seemed confused. He followed her stare toward the closet.
I became nervous. In a hurry to pull myself away from the peephole I accidentally knocked down a tiny piece of decorative wood frame.
"What is it?" He was alarmed.
"My neighbor's cat." She turned him away. "It likes to visit the closet."
The night ended. Evergreen went home frustrated. I came out of the closet exhausted. Wild Ginger thanked me. She
was proud of herself and promised that she would not be needing me much longer.
I felt somehow manipulated and said that I would like to go home.
"You don't want to chat?" Her cheeks were rosy red. She was stunningly beautiful. "You don't want to know what I feel? You saw everything, didn't you?"
"It's kind of late."
"Your mother knows that you're at my house." She followed me to the door.
"So how do you feel?" I stopped and turned around.
She didn't seem to detect my emotion. "I almost regretted that I signed that letter to give up my personal life."
"You two ... fit."
"What do you mean?"
"You make a good pair."
"He possesses a strange power. It is hard for me to fight it. He almost made me drink poison."
"Would you?"
She smiled. It was splendid. "I have made my commitment—Chairman Mao comes first."
"Then why do you fool around?"
"I wish I knew the answer. Part of me just can't resist Evergreen. I know I'm playing with fire. But I'm on guard. I have you, the fire extinguisher, on hand."
I wanted to point out that she was selfish, but instead I said flatly, "It was quite educational."
She giggled. "Was it your first time seeing a man's body?"
"A woman's body too, besides my own."
"That ... thing, his instrument, is rather ugly, isn't it?" I stood up, feeling uncomfortable. "I must leave now, Wild Ginger."
"May I count on you next time Evergreen is here?"
I tried to gather my courage to reject her.
"Oh, please." She threw herself at me, arms wrapped around my neck. "I have no one else."
"It'll be the last time."
"All right, the last time."
I was reluctant to get up the next day. I felt dispirited. Thankfully, it was Sunday. I stayed in bed until noon. My mother thought that I was coming down with something. She sent my sister Erh-Mei to the market to buy ginger so she could make soup for me. It took Erh-Mei a long time to get back.
"What took so long?" Mother asked her in a whisper, assuming that I was asleep.
"There was a parade," Erh-Mei reported.
"Don't tell me the Red Guards
She was held, her head, her neck.
He held the pose in shock, didn't dare to move.
She struggled, but didn't run away.
He bent down toward her lips.
Her mind seemed to halt.
He let his mouth fall.
My heart raced.
Gradually their kisses turned into a wrestling match.
His hands went to free himself from his clothes.
He moved her toward the kitchen counter.
His clothes began to fall on the floor piece by piece. First the jacket, then the shirt. His chest was now bare.
Her will seemed to be paralyzed. She let him wrap her with his arms.
Pushing her against the corner of the wall he rocked himself against her.
My chest swelled.
There was no air in the closet.
My sweat steamed. I tried to hold my breath and tried not to blink.
I saw his hand reaching down to his zipper.
The pants peeled off like banana skin.
His butt was dark brown, tightly muscled. It reminded me of a horse's.
"Evergreen," Wild Ginger cried.
He didn't answer. He got down on his knees, pressing her onto the floor.
"Evergreen!"
He reached one arm out, lifted her, and spread his jacket beneath her. In one motion he laid himself on top of her and began caressing her.
I was completely rapt.
Wild Ginger cried. I couldn't identify whether it was from pain or pleasure.
His hands unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts popped out, and he threw himself onto them.
"No!" she screamed as if waking up from a dream.
He locked her back into his arms.
"No!" she repeated, pushing him away. Then she sat up and looked in my direction.
He seemed confused. He followed her stare toward the closet.
I became nervous. In a hurry to pull myself away from the peephole I accidentally knocked down a tiny piece of decorative wood frame.
"What is it?" He was alarmed.
"My neighbor's cat." She turned him away. "It likes to visit the closet."
The night ended. Evergreen went home frustrated. I came out of the closet exhausted. Wild Ginger thanked me. She
was proud of herself and promised that she would not be needing me much longer.
I felt somehow manipulated and said that I would like to go home.
"You don't want to chat?" Her cheeks were rosy red. She was stunningly beautiful. "You don't want to know what I feel? You saw everything, didn't you?"
"It's kind of late."
"Your mother knows that you're at my house." She followed me to the door.
"So how do you feel?" I stopped and turned around.
She didn't seem to detect my emotion. "I almost regretted that I signed that letter to give up my personal life."
"You two ... fit."
"What do you mean?"
"You make a good pair."
"He possesses a strange power. It is hard for me to fight it. He almost made me drink poison."
"Would you?"
She smiled. It was splendid. "I have made my commitment—Chairman Mao comes first."
"Then why do you fool around?"
"I wish I knew the answer. Part of me just can't resist Evergreen. I know I'm playing with fire. But I'm on guard. I have you, the fire extinguisher, on hand."
I wanted to point out that she was selfish, but instead I said flatly, "It was quite educational."
She giggled. "Was it your first time seeing a man's body?"
"A woman's body too, besides my own."
"That ... thing, his instrument, is rather ugly, isn't it?" I stood up, feeling uncomfortable. "I must leave now, Wild Ginger."
"May I count on you next time Evergreen is here?"
I tried to gather my courage to reject her.
"Oh, please." She threw herself at me, arms wrapped around my neck. "I have no one else."
"It'll be the last time."
"All right, the last time."
I was reluctant to get up the next day. I felt dispirited. Thankfully, it was Sunday. I stayed in bed until noon. My mother thought that I was coming down with something. She sent my sister Erh-Mei to the market to buy ginger so she could make soup for me. It took Erh-Mei a long time to get back.
"What took so long?" Mother asked her in a whisper, assuming that I was asleep.
"There was a parade," Erh-Mei reported.
"Don't tell me the Red Guards
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