Konquer Insurance Work Day
The last day of work for this week at Konquer Insurance was a long one.
I didn’t do any work today. I only did little jobs.
Calling Jewell at 3:30pm from my lunch break we talked about tonight. She was still into coming over to my house.
Frank paid me my normal wage, no extra.
When I finished work I came to the bank to pay off some of my credit card debt.
Then I came to Ashfield train station. I left for home.
Confrontation With Smokey
Anticipating coming home I called my dad to pick me up.
I waited at Campbelltown train station.
After I got home I listened to rap music.
Smokey our neighbor from across the road came over. He knocked on my window. Drunk as a fuck, he started complaining about mother fucking music and mother fucking people coming down the street. He is a dumb drunk mother fucker and should shut the fuck up before he gets hurt from a fellow believer in R.A.P!
- Real
- Adrenaline
- Pump
Ralf called me up at 8pm to see what was happening tonight. I told him to ring Keith to see.
Jewell Visits
Jewell called me at 8:45pm a bit early. She came over on the dot at 9pm. She looked pretty good. She was in one of those good moods of hers.
We just began quietly, but we both kept a conversation between us for the fun of it. We didn’t embrace for the whole time we were in my bedroom.
Painting her nails green again tonight wasn’t the icebreaker, so I asked her to the backyard.
Talking was easier outside. We started getting used to each other’s company once more.
Halfway To An Embrace
Deciding to go for a walk, we started our journey meeting Blake just down the street.
Still not embracing in each other, we walked to Bradbury Public School. We jumped into the oval area.
Walking to the seats, we sat down and talked some more, once again not in an embrace. However, we did get closer. We were halfway there.
I held her hand right before we stood up. I didn’t feel it was the right moment.
Walking once again, we trekked to the top of the oval. This is where I talked to her about us.
“You know. We haven’t had a moment yet,” I hinted.
I acted upon it, but she was nervous and kept walking away.
Moving In For The Kill
Sitting down on the oval, we talked.
Then I just moved in to make my kill.
We kissed.
She has a nice acquired taste to her.
So I pashed her for seconds. Her body eased to the floor, with my body to her side, one hand on the other side of her body.
That was her first real kiss.
The move was fun, nice. I felt good that I’ve gotten that out of my way now. I hope she felt it was good for her. But she has to learn to let go and learn the Art of Kissing.
A Burden Lifted
After that we were closer and talking more freely, like a burden had been lifted from our shoulders.
After we got up from the grass, she started asking me questions.
“What are me and you now,” she asked.
“We are now bonded, together for a long time,” I enlightened her, letting off some sarcasm.
She has no problems with that.
Now I can hold her hand and feel that we are together in front of my friends. I can kiss her goodnight without getting a knock back like I did before.
Tomorrow we shall once again be going out somewhere at 7pm, maybe to the movies. Wherever we go it is sure to be fun for the both of us.
Jewell and I got to my house 10 minutes late. Her mother was waiting for Jewell out the front. Before she jumped in I kissed her goodnight.
Cruising Around
When she left I tried to call Keith and everyone else but all phones weren’t answering.
Imad drove to my house shortly later.
We left for Campbelltown.
Randy Ranch Fizzer
Driving to Randy Ranch we found Keith, Ralf, Shawn, Rory and Lucas shortly after. Once again I walked in but soon came back out due to a shit crowd. What can I say, the shit is bad.
I left with Imad half an hour later.
Imad done Rena tonight. He said for 26 years old she is the best root he could have. He screwed Sasha also so he must have been tired.
Keith also drove the rest of them home. The night is over.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
