Adult Survey

She got a strange phone call tonight. It was a man who was doing a special project. He asked whether she could help with the project. She wondered how could he have ever got her phone number and even known that her name was Shmily. "So what is the project all about?", she asked. He said, "Oh, it's all about sex." She was shocked and her face turned red all suddenly. "So how can I help you?... I mean, why should I help you?" she asked. "Oh, we are working in the sexual industry. Some adult website and publications, media want to do a survey for your age group. And they are paying for you to do this." "Oh really?" She smiled. She was thinking that sometimes she had to pay to talk sexually with a man on the phone, but this time she would get paid for it. "So how comfortable will you be to talk about such things?" The man was asking. She smiled, "I will be OK." That was an interesting talk, for Shmily.

Things are strange in this world, don't you agree?

Stars and Diamonds

When we were 18, we fell in love;
we used to look at the shining stars together.
He told me he wanted to give me a star.
I said, "I feel I have got everything when I am here with you."

When we were 23, we looked at the sparkling diamond rings together.
He told me he wanted to give me a wedding ring.
I said, "It doesn't have to be a diamond ring, as long as you love me."

When we were 28, he told me he fell in love with another woman.
I said, "What can I say, if stars and diamonds have lost their meaning?"

When Henry met Diane

He happened to pass by the Cafe when Diane was sitting there. He was attracted immediately, not by Diane, but by the music. It was some sort of music that can bring you to your childhood memories and make you sensitive or sad somehow. Henry went into the Cafe and sat at a table near the window. After he ordered a coffee, he suddenly saw a girl's image reflected on the window. She was sitting there quietly, with one hand on her chin, thinking something. He turned his head and saw Diane. She has dark brown hair till her shoulder, which looked very tender in the orange light. Something touched his heart, when he saw that tiny little smile on her face. She looked so vulnerable, like really fine porcelain. His coffee come, when she stood up. The coffee smell was mixed with her fragrance when she passed by his table. That was poison she was wearing. He felt suddenly lost something. Yes, the Cafe was called "Loser's Paradise".