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I'm not the girl your mom warned you about, her imagination was never this good.

Work for pasta and ice cream and also makes pasta and ice cream work for me.

The beauty about HDBs comes with issues. Innocent as they may seem.
I live on the 8th floor.
One fine morning, I came home realising my overused cheap clothes pegs have failed me. My Clothes fell 2 levels down and landed on a traditional wooden pole erected outside the window of the unit just right below me. It seem so close. Yet out of reach.

I ran frantically. Anxious about speaking to the neighbour who Ive never met before. In fact I dont know any of my neighbours. The doors in my block seem to shut off. Life behind closed doors were translated to corridor gossips. We were all strangers commuting under the same block.

I ran the doorbell with my sweaty thumb and waited for a response. His voice was coarse and deep. "Hang on," the owner of that voice opened the door 5 minutes later exposing an image unlike imaginable.

____ has just taken a shower soaking wet with shiny droplets of water left all over his chest, standing just in a white innocent towel wrapped across his waist. I quickly moved my gaze to his face. His features were beautiful. In perfect symmetry. His lips twisted into a charming smirk as he noticed the hot flushes of red filling up my cheeks.

He noticed my breathing. My heart basically thumping out of my chest. His alluring smile left me stuttering , "i dropped .. a couple of .. clothes and i .. i need to retrieve... can i? Erm." He seem satisfied with my nervousness. I was nervously playing with my fingers behind my compression shorts.

...

"Drop your clothes" he ordered. I submitted. To his every demand, i caved. The domination was desirable and I moaned behind closed doors. Explicit details all were behind closed doors. I shant reveal much. I wouldnt want a fine. After the heated interaction, i picked up my clothes, all of it, dressed to protect the teensy modesty i had left and ran off quickly out the corridor.

Out in the corridor, I saw an auntie whispering to another older women. They seem suspicious. They seem disgusted. But they are strangers. Everything is behind closed doors. It wont be revealed. Nothing was wrong.
Within the structures of the sturdy HDBs protecting me.

I just dropped my clothes. Thats all.