The Story of a Good Family

This happened about 7 or 8 years ago. I won't go into details about me; you can refer to my previous post about my experiences with women. Here's what happened: At that time, I wasn't married and hadn't bought a house yet. For work convenience, I rented a small apartment near my workplace. I have a habit of making phone calls when I'm drunk and can't sleep. One time, after drinking, I had no other calls to make and accidentally discovered a voicemail number. It wasn't a voicemail service. It seemed like men dialed 168600001 and women dialed 1686000002; if both dialed at the same time, they would get through. These kinds of calls also easily lead to encounters with gay men. That night, that's how it happened. I got on the phone with a woman. She was from the city, and I was from the county. During the call, we talked very frankly, almost entirely about sex. I'm quite eloquent, though my voice is a little hoarse, and I like to use vulgar language. I'm good at flirting and have a pretty witty way of speaking, but I'm bad at opening conversations. For example, if a woman is indifferent to whatever you say, I don't know how to proceed. During one conversation, I said, "This call is too expensive. Tell me your number, and I'll call you." She said, "I'll call you; I'm not going to use my old pager anymore." Back then, pagers were cheap, and many people in the city used them. During this time, I learned a bit about her. She worked at a company in the city, and her husband had a bad temper and had been beating her lately. She wanted a divorce. She wasn't going to use her pager anymore, so she figured she'd just call and let it run out of credit. When we talked about sex, I told her my penis was huge—and I'm not bragging, I'm definitely one of the biggest among Asians. We talked on the phone for several nights, and I kept inviting her to come over. One Saturday or Sunday afternoon, I was drinking with friends when she called me, saying she'd come to my city that afternoon to check out the market (I don't remember exactly if we arranged it the night before or if she called that day). After drinking, I wanted to sleep for a while while waiting for her to arrive, but I was too excited to sleep. Finally, I received her call; she was right downstairs (I had given her my exact location beforehand). When I went down, I didn't see her, so I called, "Where are you?" At that moment, she emerged from a corner. In hindsight, she probably wanted to see what I looked like; if she wasn't satisfied, she might have made an excuse to leave. She was about average-to-above average in appearance, in her early thirties. She was wearing a low-cut dress, very sexy. I took her to a restaurant, ordered some food, and drank some alcohol. Then I took her back to my place. It was summer, and the hottest year in our province. My place was a rented old building; the air conditioner voltage wasn't working, and besides, it was a rented apartment, so there was no need to pay the landlord for air conditioning. That night, I think we did it three times, maybe twice. This woman had a strong craving; my knees were rubbed red on the bamboo mat. I remember clearly that when I got an erection in the morning and was about to come again, she exclaimed with surprise, "You can do it again?"
Afterwards, she told me she planned to divorce her husband and asked me to help her find a storefront nearby so she could do business with me long-term. I said okay, and she reminded me to install an air conditioner, which I agreed to. So, I saw her off at the station, she went to check out the market, and I went back to sleep. We continued to talk on the phone afterward, discussing her coming to my county. Once, her husband answered the phone, and I heard her pitiful screams. I heard she had been badly beaten. It seemed her husband already knew about this, and we exchanged a few insults on the phone. Later, she called me using a public phone (either a prepaid card phone or a public phone), saying we couldn't contact each other anymore because her husband knew. Her voice was trembling with tears, and she sounded like she was in pain from her injuries (I was really grateful to her; she never admitted to it or sold me out). She said, "What if my husband causes trouble for you?" I thought to myself, "Damn it, I'm a local in this county. You think you can cause me trouble if you come here?" She casually remarked, "Don't think it's just your county; even in the provincial capital, he could easily take you down." She then casually asked, "Do you know so-and-so from your area?" I said, "Yes, I know him." She said, "My husband often plays cards with him. Let me introduce so-and-so from my county. He's the undisputed big boss in our county. Almost all the cars in his company have bad license plates. He currently drives a luxury car worth over 10 million yuan—one of the most expensive in the entire province. He's incredibly powerful, his network almost reaches the central government. His underlings are all big shots here, and of course, many of his underlings are friends with me. You might not know who the county head is in our county, but you'll definitely know him. Of course, no matter how powerful he is, people in the city who aren't involved in the underworld wouldn't know him." From her casual remark, it was clear she wasn't lying; her husband was indeed very familiar with him. If that's the case, her husband is definitely a very powerful figure in the city. When I heard that, I was honestly shocked. I said, "Forget it, let's not contact each other again."
Later, when I mentioned it to my friend, I said, "It's not that I'm afraid of her husband, or even so-and-so. The point is, you slept with someone else's wife. This is inherently a losing proposition, haha!"
[The End]

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