I nearly stumbled when I saw her, then I gawked, stopping mid-stride. Had somebody been walking behind me, I would have been bumped. She looked just as she had the last time I held her in my hands, 10 years back. Only this time, she was a biggie, a sight that would almost certainly get me a warning from my wife.
It was a two-year college romance-cheap, obsessive, and unhealthy. She was there when I crammed for exams and reports. She was there when my frat brods and I planned for activities. She was there a few days before I left Manila for good to transfer to Cebu.
For P20, I could have her anytime then.
Yesterday, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I doubled back, looking at her at the corner of my eyes. She has put on pounds but appeared as juicy as ever. I knew I had to take her with me to the hotel where I’m staying for a conference this week and I did.
Ten years is a long time but there she was, on top of the table in my room. I unwrapped her. I undressed her. I stared at her for a full minute-she was as luscious as ever. And when my parted mouth came into contact with her, the thought overwhelmed me: why isn’t there a Wendy’s branch in Cebu?
Max is a journalist and blogger based in Cebu. He has written and edited for such publications as The Freeman, The Independent Post, Today, Sun.Star Cebu, Cebu Daily News, Philstar Life, Esquire Philippines, and Rappler. Max is an Aries Rufo Journalism Fellow for 2024.
He is also a mobile app and web developer and co-founded InnoPub Media.
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