Between Gains and Losses

If Aurora was a block of ice, Zhang Tie liked seeing that block of ice melt into water. Linda, on the other hand, had been water from the start. She would not melt; she would only turn into a gentle, muddy swamp, wrapping Zhang Tie up and, amid her soft, restrained moans, drawing him down into that tenderest place.

She was a beautiful woman—gentle and mature, with outstanding grace and the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Even when he pressed her beneath him and ravaged her fiercely, there would still be that shy, half-resisting, half-welcoming look on her face. She would even close her eyes bashfully, turn her head aside, and not dare look at Zhang Tie.

It was still the Greens' little building. After Zhang Tie moved out, for some reason, Linda had moved from the third floor to the fourth—to the room Zhang Tie had once lived in. Just like the first time Zhang Tie had walked Linda home, the two of them had drunk a little last night. That evening, Zhang Tie escorted her back, and then everything happened.

All right, Zhang Tie had to admit that he had been the first to lose control.

On that dim stairway, Linda walked ahead and Zhang Tie behind. Watching from below as she climbed, he saw her full, lovely buttocks swaying beneath her tight purple skirt, and her beautiful, snow-white legs in high heels. Breathing in the seductive fragrance of that mature woman, when they reached the third floor, Zhang Tie could not resist reaching out and giving Linda's butt a squeeze.

Linda said nothing. She merely turned back and gave Zhang Tie a slightly bashful glance. To Zhang Tie, that look seemed like encouragement.

That dim corridor seemed to have given Linda some premonition. Even