,andcontinuetodothesameforeveryoneasahappysugarbaby,thensugardy,thensugarmilfinanewenvironmentwhichthereisnopersonthatknowme.

YesterdayIwasnotonline,notcoofy,butmybodyisverybusy,nomorehandshitthekeyboardThetimeformakinglovedoesnotallowmetoleaveforwriting.

IwentoutinyesterdayeveningandthenIcamebackatnoontoday.

WhenIamonmywayofcamingback,smokingonthestreetcornerwheredidn'tbotherpeople.Ifoundthereisamanpassingbymeandlookingatme.Whyyouhavethecouragelookingatme,butnocouragetoaccostme.

Afewdaysago,Ifoundthatmyaccounthadbeenaddedabanknote,afterwardsmylinejustwokeup.HecalledmeforcomingoutandsayingthatIwouldbemoldyifIstillstayandhidemyselfinmysmallroom.

IcameoutandstillsawhimonthecornerofthestreetandIgotintohiscar.Theairconditionermakemefeelingabitcold.

"How'sgoing?"

"Justsoso."

"Whyhaveyouhideyourselfintheroom?"

"I'mwriting."

"Whatweirdpapers?Needtohandinwhennewsemesterstartordidnotfinishtheworkofstschoolyear?"

"No,I'mwritingnovel."

"Writenovel?Lovestory?"

"No,eroticnovels."

"Wow,eroticnovels,youaregettingmoreandmoredifferent.Canyougivemetoread?"

"Youwillreadittoday."

"Willyouwritemein?"

"Notnecessarily."

Hesmiledatmeanddrovemefordinner.