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Re: Fifteen
I took some old newspaper from the pile in the corner of the house and spread them out on the floor.
I transferred my sister’s wet bags onto them and did the same for Selene’s bags.
Both the door and the metal gate was left wide opened when the girls’ rushed in. I went to the door and squatted down.
Selene’s wet shoes were streaked with bits of grass. Some bits of greens , some browns. Not really a lot of mud but more of vegetation.
My house was facing another neighbour’s main door and the last thing I wanted was for the 60 year old lady across seeing me sniffing some wet socks.
I spread more newspaper and brought the shoes and socks in.
It’s hard to put it down in words but I was actually panicking.
I wanted to do so much but realised in the back of my head that there’s very little time.
My eyes drifted to Selene’s socks and after making sure the girls’ are still in the shower, I slowly unfolded one of it.
It’s damp to the touch for obvious reasons and I could feel an erection pushing against my shorts as I unrolled and straightened the socks.
When I realised that the bundled up pair of white socks has the image of the popular hush puppie logo at that time, I sprung up and went into action.
I have similar pairs of socks in my drawer.
I rushed into my room and brought out a pair.
Taking huge double quick steps to the kitchen I turned on the tap and proceeded to drench the pair of socks completely.
I cursed at the water pressure.
With 2 bathrooms in use, the trickle of water is making my heart beat faster.
I managed to get it wet sufficiently and I quickly ran to the living room.
I rubbed some of the grass bits from my sister’s shoes onto the socks I have and did a quick comparision.
Pretty much the same in size and colour.
It’s a Monday, Selene’s socks must have been a new pair. Still looks quite white in spite of the adventure in the rain.
I bundled up the pair I have and quickly swop it with Selene’s pair.
At that moment in time I was pretty sure my heart never beat so fast before in the 15 years it was in use.
I grabbed a plastic bag from the kitchen and quickly hide my treasure in a corner of my wardrobe.
I went to my parents room, there was no further sound of water coming from the bathroom and I’m guessing my sis must be almost done with her shower.
I ran to the kitchen and was glad I could still hear the shower going strong.
It was a pretty cool evening, and there’s a prevailing breeze coming from the kitchen.
I could see the spill of warm light from the gap at the bathroom door.
I could smell the soap and shampoo too.
I simply froze at the entrance of the door.
Just that simple action of bringing myself closer to the gap was a tremendous task.
Looking back to that day, I can only sum it up in one short phrase.
“ No balls ”
I turned away and went to the sink to reach for a glass of water.
Just when I was about to sip from the glass, Cheryl appeared at the entrance to the kitchen.
When she spoke, I could feel the heavy smacking of my heart against my ribcage.
Thank god I did not attempt to peep at Selene.
Cheryl would have stuffed me into the washing machine.
Cheryl : James ar, can you boil some water.
I nodded obediently and put the kettle on.
When Selene emerged from the bathroom less than 10 minutes later, I had 2 cups of hot tea on the dining table for the girls.
They dried their hair and started laughing and giggling about the rain.
I picked up short excerpts from their conversation and came to my own conclusion what happened.
They were running through the grass patch when Selene stepped into a huge puddle. The splashes wet my sis and she wanted revenge.
The rest was pretty much history.
9.00pm
Selene made a call to her parents to pick her up at our place since the rain did not look like its getting any smaller.
She seemed a little embarrassed that I had to bring in her wet shoes but Cheryl was quick to add that it’s ok.
Cheryl : Aiyah, my brother very steady one ok, don’t need to paiseh.
Still Selene thanked me and her sweet smile made me feel so guilty about what I just did.
I brought out bags for Selene to keep her wet stuff and we chatted for a while longer before Selene said she‘s going to head down to the carpark to wait for her parents.
I offered to go down with her and i could her Cheryl in the background adding a snide remark.
Cheryl : Wah, my brother become gentleman already. Haha
I ignored her and went to grab an umbrella from the kitchen.
There was a really big one but I chose the mid size one.
In my mind I only have images from Hollywood movies.
Walking close shoulder to shoulder in the rain.
I helped Selene with her bags as she waved to my sis.
Selene : See you tomorrow.
The short 2 minute journey to the ground floor was my highlight of the entire day.
The slippers Selene was wearing belonged to me, it fit pretty well.
Selene : Thanks for the slippers James, I return you another day ar.
James : It’s ok, I have a few pairs.
Selene : Don’t know whether is your feet small or is mine big . haha
She gave a little wriggle of her toes in the lift and it was then I realised that I’m already the same height as her.
James : Hmmm. They say women with big feet are independent and are bound to be successful.
Selene burst out laughing and gave me a poke in the stomach.
Selene : I know you just made that up.
I smile sheepishly and we exited the lift.
I was her parents waiting at the carpark and her dad approached with a large umbrella.
There goes my dreams of a walk in the rain.
Selene thanked me again and we parted ways.
It was such a dreamy evening as I watched the tail lights of her parent’s car disappear into the night. I made my way up to my place and my mind slowly wrapped around the pair of damp socks that belonged to Selene.
I felt a mix of guilt and shame as the reality of what I had done slowly sunk in.
It was exhilarating when I was planning and executing the heist of Selene’s socks, but I was not brought up to do this kind of things.
If my parents of my sister found out, they would be very disappointed in me.
When I went to bed that night, I had 2 things on my mind.
One, what can I do with Selene’s worn wet socks.
Two , If I’m doing this at 15… I wonder what I would be capable of doing when I’m 30.
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