The real journey

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September 15, 2005: A rather depressing day for me. I decided to return to Chengdu, and to save money, I took a mid-sized bus from Chongqing to Chengdu. I was very uncomfortable in the cramped seat, and most of the people around me were farmers, probably also trying to save money like me.
The bus wasn't full at Caiyuanba, so it circled around the city for over 30 minutes. At Chaotianmen Wharf, a few more passengers boarded, filling the empty seats. Among them were several young women, and I prayed they would sit next to me. But unfortunately, the person sitting next to me was an elderly rural woman in her fifties. I was very disappointed and had to accept reality. I looked the old woman up and down. She was carrying an egg basket and a large cowhide bag. Her elderly, overweight body struggled to get to my side, put down her luggage, and squeezed her large bottom next to me. To be honest, I didn't have any thoughts at the time. A pair of rough hands took an apple from her bag. "Brother, do you have a knife?" "No." I answered her with disgust. She turned and borrowed a drink from someone else in another seat, then slowly began to eat. The bus was now on the Chengdu-Yuzhou Expressway. Because she was quite obese, and I was also very tall, our legs naturally ended up close together. This friction created a physical sensation; I started to enjoy it, after all, she was a woman. I continued rubbing against her plump legs. She seemed completely oblivious, perhaps thinking that such contact was normal, and given her age, the young man next to her wouldn't think anything of it. To be honest, initially, I didn't have any particular thoughts, but the monotonous journey was unbearable. The same old VCDs playing on the bus were so boring.
I just kept my leg against hers, rubbing against her with the bus's movements. I thought, what's wrong with just keeping it close? So I kept my leg pressed against hers without moving it, while she seemed to be dozing off and didn't notice my actions. A thought formed in my mind: how would this older woman react to my teasing?
I patiently leaned against her legs, occasionally nudging her upper body with my elbow as the car moved. I touched her whenever I had the chance; she appeared to be dozing, but I realized she wasn't truly asleep. I patiently carried out my actions, though honestly, I felt a pang of guilt—for an elderly woman like her.
The car quickly reached Sangjiapo, the border between Chengdu and Yuzhou. It stopped, and we all got out to urinate. On the way back to the car, I saw her eating a hard-boiled egg, so I went over to talk to her. "Are you going to Chengdu?" "Yes." "My two daughters are there." "Where in Chengdu?" "Dongzikou. My eldest got married there; she just had a baby, and I'm going to take care of her." She then asked me, "Where are you going?" "Back to Chengdu, home." "Oh, and what are you doing in Chongqing?" "Divorce. Just finished the paperwork." We chatted briefly like that. We all got on the bus again. September 15, 2005: It was a rather depressing day for me. I decided to return to Chengdu, and to save money, I took a mid-sized bus from Chongqing to Chengdu. I was very uncomfortable in the cramped seat, and most of the people around me were farmers, probably thinking of saving money like me.
The bus wasn't full at Caiyuanba, so it lingered in the city for over 30 minutes. At Chaotianmen Wharf, a few more passengers boarded, filling the empty seats. Among them were several young women. I prayed they would sit next to me. But unfortunately, the person sitting next to me was an elderly rural woman in her fifties. I was very disappointed and had to accept reality. I looked the old woman up and down. She was carrying an egg basket and a large cowhide bag. Her elderly, overweight body struggled to get to my side, put down her luggage, and squeezed her large bottom next to me. To be honest, I didn't have any thoughts at the time. A pair of rough hands took an apple from her bag. "Brother, do you have a knife?" "No." I answered her with disgust. She turned and borrowed a drink from someone else in another seat, then slowly began to eat. The bus was now on the Chengdu-Yuzhou Expressway. Because she was quite obese, and I was also very tall, our legs naturally ended up close together. This friction created a physical sensation; I started to enjoy it, after all, she was a woman. I continued rubbing against her plump legs. She seemed completely oblivious, perhaps thinking that such contact was normal, and given her age, the young man next to her wouldn't think anything of it. To be honest, initially, I didn't have any particular thoughts, but the monotonous journey was unbearable. The same old VCDs playing on the bus were so boring.
I just kept my leg against hers, rubbing against her with the bus's movements. I thought, what's wrong with just keeping it close? So I kept my leg pressed against hers without moving it, while she seemed to be dozing off and didn't notice my actions. A thought formed in my mind: how would this older woman react to my teasing?
I patiently leaned against her legs, occasionally nudging her upper body with my elbow as the car moved. I touched her whenever I had the chance; she appeared to be dozing, but I realized she wasn't truly asleep. I patiently carried out my actions, though honestly, I felt a pang of guilt—for an elderly woman like her.
The car quickly reached Sangjiapo, the border between Chengdu and Yuzhou. It stopped, and we all got off to urinate. On the way back to the car, I saw her eating a hard-boiled egg, so I went over to talk to her. "Are you going to Chengdu?" "Yes." "My two daughters are there." "Where in Chengdu?" "Dongzikou. My eldest got married there; she just had a baby, and I'm going to take care of her." She then asked me, "Where are you going?" "Back to Chengdu, home." "Oh, and what are you doing in Chongqing?" "Divorce. Just finished the paperwork.
" After a few brief words, we both got back on the car. Because she walked ahead of me, in the instant she sat down, my hand intentionally touched her plump buttocks.

I'm a newbie, this is absolutely true. I'll write more later, I need to have a smoke first.

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