Gibberish!

Gibberish!

Disclaimer: The following conversation is imaginary and any resemblance to characters living or dead in reality is coincidental. Nothing said, done or suggest has happened in real life. If it is against your religion to indulge in promiscuity, vanity and decadence, please do not read on. Although it is against my high moral standards to engage in such; lets face it, we all have fantasies.

The boy was at the poolside with his brother, affectionately known as CBmenG, just lazing around like there was no tomorrow, with a bottle of their favourite cognac and their beloved brand of fags.

dOm: Hey, have you been working out at the gym lately?

menG: Haha...no, but my classmate commented that my shoulders have gotten broader. (And gives his smug little dimpled smile)

dOm: Hmm actually I was about to tell you that you should start an exercise regime and try to tone up.

CBmenG: Ha...

A bit of drinking makes them a little tipsy and they soon start divulging their dirtiest, deepest secrets to each other...

dOm: Eh, so what do you usually fantasize about?

CBmenG: Girls la, then?

dOm: Of course it is about girls la, we dont fantasize about guys right?

CBmenG: Ya...

dOm: (giving away his confession first) Eh seriously right, I think schoolgirls not bad leh. Sometimes I will think about it...and I think it is quite high!

CBmeng: Yar yar, I also think so leh, especially from those all girls school one.

dOm: Anata wa sai tei desu! あなたは　最低　です(You are of the lowest class)

CBmeng: Haha, as if you are not, bitch. Well, but how are we going to pick them up? We are not that young anymore leh.

dOm: Hmmm...I think can just go down KAP one day and get to know some of them first, then can offer to fetch them after school. At their age I think they will be very impressed with guys who will drive them around. (squints his eyes and gives a sinister, scheming expression)

CBmeng: Yup, I think so too. Then maybe can just drive them back home on the pretext of helping them with their homework when parents are not around. Secondary school Elementary Maths should be a piece of cake and we can always throw in a sensual and romantic line or two from some Italian sonnet for their Lit assignment.

dOm: Yeah...actually on the way home can pluck a few flowers for her also. You know girls always like such stuff so can score a few points first. Haha and the irony of it is that they are soon to be deflowered.

CBmeng: Haha how thoughtful and sweet, you big hypocrite! (both start laughing hysterically)

dOm: Hmm I think when we get home right, then should immediately light up a fag cos I think girls when they are 14-16 will be going through a passing phase where they like the bad boy type. (Pictures himself doing it in his mind...)

CBmeng: Yeah yeah...then to get things going maybe can play her a love ballad on the piano and teach her by gently holding her hands and putting her fingers on the right notes. I think Vic Zhou's song is damn ideal man, since they are practically obsessed with that dumb F4 thingy.

CBmeng: (continues) Haha sounds gay but I think that's the kinda thing they like. Well, then after a while when we get tired then can suggest that she rest on the bed, still in her pinafore and uniform.

dOm: And that is the time to move in for the kill by joining her and lying on the bed. At this point in time I think should ruffle my hair back with a quick gesture and look deeply into her eyes for exactly 3.439 seconds. Exactly 3.439 seconds.(Again picturing it in his mind)

CBmeng: Haha, precisely what I thought. 3.439 seconds, no more, no less. Then when she gets the idea then can tell her that the air-con is down and complain that it is too hot, so must take off the shirt.

dOm: ....and then the rest will be history...

(their perverse laughter resonates the entire pool area...)

Hey brothers, school is starting tomorrow and I'm getting a bit cranky so wrote this rubbish. Why would I prey on those young school girls when there are the better dressed and better developed counterparts back in Uni? Ha! Tennis at my place at two tomorrow.