LIMP TEDDY

I had just finished crooning a requested song when I saw him barging through the doorway. From my experience, I could tell he was already intoxicated. I guessed he had been bar-hopping this early. This place was on the entertainment district of the city. Our club was just one of the rows of nightclubs lining up the Magsaysay Boulevard. 

But I noticed that he’s quite a hulk of a man. He was tall and although quite a bit lanky, his broad shoulders seemed to project a sense of strength.He was quite good looking too. His features was like a typical boy-next- door or a young matinee idol. Though I guess, he was already in his late thirties.

I must admit that the first time I saw him, he had aroused my curiosity; I took note of his nice and expensive clothes.

As I often do, I took my seat at the far corner of the dimly lighted hall of the club to wait for my cue. We had a live band in the club, and there were three of us doing the live singing alternately. Though a frequent client would sometimes request a particular singer to sing his requested song.

I saw our head waiter ushered the man I’d noticed earlier, to a table near the stage.Soon, I saw the girls swarming at his table like some persistent flies.I could hear their raucous laughter and giggles. They were enjoying their free drinks, as they had the drunk man filled their glasses for the night.

I had finished singing my final song for the night when I saw the man at the casher’s. He was paying the bar fines for the lucky girl holding on to his arm. Then I heard a cab stopping by and spirited them away.

After that, I saw him became a regular fixture at the club. I usually saw him on Fridays and Saturdays. I had my day off on Sundays, though sometimes, I had to pitch in when the other singers were not available. I seldom see him whenever I was at the club during Sundays.

Soon, I noticed he gained a notoriety in the club. It was such that, the regular girls avoided him whenever he was drinking at the club. The girls even avoided talking about him. This, had aroused my curiosity even more.

Then one night, I had just finished singing my piece on the stage, when a waiter called my attention and handed me a piece of paper and a hundred-peso bill neatly tucked on it. The waiter pointed to the man, after giving me the note. He was requesting me to sing “Careless Whisper.”

I saw he’d positioned himself with his table facing the stage.

I acknowledged his request after going up the stage and announced it on the microphone. He gestured a toast, holding his glass in my direction.

As I was singing his requested song, I imagined myself singing just for him. Imagining as if there were only the two of us. With our gazes locked, I had sung the song, feeling its lyrics touching my heart.

“Can I sit here with you? “I asked. I could see him much better as I sidled nearer. I noticed he was not only handsome, but he had that exquisite male-attractiveness that could make a woman’s heart flutter.

“Of course, you can, it’s everyone’s table! “He blurted nonchalantly.

He called the attention of a waiter nearby, and asked for an extra glass and another bucket of cubed ice.

“Here, let us share my Bourbon,” he said as he gave me the extra glass he requested.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get drunk tonight,” I told him, when he put two cubes of ice in the glass.

“So, it seems you want to earn your drinks for the night, huh! “He told me bluntly. I resented the way he sounded.

“But, I’m sorry, I don’t have anymore money left to buy you new drinks, honey,” he continued. He even took out his wallet and showed me its empty content. That gave me an idea why the regular girls in the club just avoided him. Was he a tightwad? Or he was just one of those who were pretending to be rich yet he has no money at all!

“So, you want me to buy my own drinks, sitting here with you?” I told him. I was hoping I sounded cool rather than sarcastic. I wanted him to feel my annoyance.

“But, you’re the one who asked to sit here with me not I,” he bluntly reminded me.

I had this urge of leaning over and hit his handsome face with my clinched fist. But it was not lady-like. I had to take a deep breath and regained my composure. I quickly stood up to leave. But he was quick and grabbed my arm.

“Please sit down,” he whispered softly.

“I want you to drink with me tonight,” he said as he motioned me to sit down once again.

He called the attention of a waiter. But then again, I was exasperated when he ordered three cups of drinks. I felt somewhat insulted by his gesture.

I gave him a hard look taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. This time, I really got the urge of clinching my fist and whack his cute chin. He seemed so amused at my reaction.

“I lied when I said I don’t have anymore money. It isn’t in my wallet, it’s in my pocket,” he told me sheepishly.

“I have this compulsion to lie whenever a beautiful woman makes me nervous,” he added. He chuckled softly while saying this.

“And you are saying… I’m beautiful? “I asked him, quite sarcastically.

“You’re quite bright, honey,” he said, smiling.

“But I am truthful whenever I describe the countenance of a woman,” he repeated his chuckle, as he filled his empty glass.

“Thanks for these drinks. I wonder however, what makes you think I’m this thirsty, ordering three cups all at once? “I asked him looking at the bridge of his pointed nose.

“Ah, that’s your limit. There’s no more after that! “He looked directly at my eyes and raised his glass.

“You’re so beautiful. Let us toast to your beauty and to this lovely night,” he said, and gulped the glass of wine as if drinking a glass of water. He didn’t even wait for me to raise my own cup.

“Here you are again with your compulsion,” I retorted and mimicked his chuckle. This time, he clinked his glass against mine. After filling it up again, we drank together.

“By the way, can I ask why most of the girls here seems to avoid you? “I asked after he bought me another three cups of lady’s drinks. My back up singer was on the stage crooning “We All Fall in Love Sometimes” by Elton John.

“Oh, they are just sore losers,” he replied nonchalantly as he shrugged his broad shoulders.

“How is that? “I asked, curious.

He had taken a long time before he answered.

“I made a bet with each of them, that I will pay them triple the amount of their service fees, if they can make my limp here,” he pointed his crotch and looked at me as if he was asking for my sympathy.

“I want them to make my dick erect so I could fuck them,” he finished his sentence gulping down another shot of the bourbon.

“But if they fail, they must refund me the bar fines. “He continued.

“So, how did they manage? “I asked.

“They refunded me the bar fines,” he sighed.

I laughed out so loud that I almost rolled over with laughter.

“You’ve scammed them, you bastard. You duped those poor girls,” I could imagine the looks of disdain and dismay, from those who accepted his challenge.

“A girl even tried for more than an hour, sucking and jacking me off, eventually stuffing my limp dick into her pussy, to no avail,” he continued, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Do you want to try your luck? “He suddenly asked with a sheepish grin.

“No, I am not interested. Besides, I am not sexy enough to wake up your limp dick, “I told him shaking my head vigorously.

We spend the night talking and drinking until the club had to close. He was very drunk.

“Bea, can you dump him somewhere? “Asked our Floor Manager.

“I can manage, just help me find a cab,” that was what I had told her. But I felt I had a few misgivings about bringing the man home. But I didn’t know where else to take him.

I took him in my modest home, in the suburbs of the city. It was left to me as a gift by a fine old gentleman, who I met three years ago. He had decided he wanted to spend his remaining days with his family in the States. The old gentleman was a retired pilot in the US AirForce. We had lived together in this house for more than a year.

He was a sweet and kind old man, who looked like George W. Bush. Our relationship was mostly for companionship. He sustained an irreparable injury to his penis in one of his stints serving his country’s many wars.

The house had a sprawling lawn of Bermuda grass and shrubs lining up the whole perimeter of a concrete fence securing the lot, and ensuring our privacy.

He even had a swing cot constructed near the house where we spent endless afternoons just sitting there and chatting. He loved talking about his younger years. He was telling me that I reminded him about his first love he had to forgo serving his country.

He was very generous too. I recalled him telling me that he was, in his own way doing this because he was trying to correct his country’s mistakes, by giving opportunities to people like me. He wanted me to have a better life.

He had left me a trust fund for the maintenance of the house, and for my other expenses. This was when he found out his cancer was terminal. He had left me what he had, even his old and vintage Volkswagen.

With the trust fund, I could live comfortablywithout having to work and earn my living. But I felt bored living alone. And it was not my cup of tea to lay idle. So, I have chosen to work at the club using and enhancing my singing voice.

I could feel he was heavy, with his drunken and wobbly gait making it more difficult. To achieve some balance, I let him sling his lanky arm on my shoulder. He kept on mumbling some phrases as I dragged him along the tiled pathway to my front door.

“Leah, why? “He kept on repeating these words, until we reached the front door. He let go of my shoulder when I stopped and searched for my key. I had already opened the door, when he went to the left side of the door jamb and puked. I almost puked myself. I felt horrible watching him puked at my door way.

I hurriedly went inside the house.

I ran to the toilet and grabbed a towel, and went back to him. I walked him up to the sofa. A deep pity had ran through me when he puked again. I went back to the kitchen and took a small, stainless wash basin, for him to puke on. Then, I went back once more to the toilet to get the mop and clean his puke at the door way. I had never felt so harassed and exasperated before.

“Leah? “He asked suddenly, and grabbed my hand holding the mop.

I froze unable to say anything before watching him falling back asleep.

I sighed, and shook my head in desperation. It was a good thing that I was not sleepy yet. I hurried up to my room to change my clothes. I had just put on my pajama pants and a sweat shirt, and went back to him.

I watched him snoring on my sofa. An adorable doll of a man. A total stranger brought by fate into my home. Another limp-teddy just like my dear old man.

I got back to work, and reminded myself to charge him for these mess. I removed his clothes, leaving only his underwear. I sorted out the pockets of his pants. He had his wallet at the back pocket. A wad of one-thousand-peso bills in the left pocket. I found some loose change, and the receipts of the drinks he paid at the club in the right pocket.

After making sure that all the pockets in his expensive clothes were empty, I put them into my washer and turned it on.

Then I went back at him. I took some hot water from the hot shower, poured it in the wash basin.With a hand towel, I carefully washed his handsome face. He laid there motionless, as if dead. Only his snores and the heaving of his muscled chest reminded me that he was just asleep.

I dared to remove his underwear, and put it in the washer too. I saw with my own eyes his flaccid dick.

He was also generously endowed down there. He had a huge cock. I saw, it was enormous, almost more than eight inches. I estimated its thickness to be at least two inches in diameter. It was not stiff yet. “So, how much more if it goes hard?”

I suddenly felt a lump of heat forming in my groin.

I could feel my pussy getting wet. I was having an arousal watching his nakedness and his asleep cock.

Instinctively, I reached down my pussy and felt my clit. It was such a long time since I’ve had sex. The itch on my pussy was real. I thought that I had tamed this feeling. Yet at this moment, as I was washing his limp-teddy, I could feel the rawness of my lust coming back to life.

I felt the need to suppress my lust. I summoned my will power. After I finished washing his body, as well as his unresponsive dick, I went back to my dresser and took out an oversize sweat-shirt and a pair of my jogging pants. It took me a long time to cover his nakedness. I could feel my dismay when I saw his pairof hairy legs protruding from the undersize jogging pants I had put on him. I was shaking my head uttering a low chuckle, as I went to my room to retire for the night. It was almost past midnight.

I was up early. I was not able to sleep soundly. It was the first time that I had a companion in my house. The guy was a stranger. I hardly knew him.

I was ironing dry his clothes when I saw him stretching his two long arms in the air.

“So, you took me home, honey? “He said, as he stood up from the sofa. He found my extra slippers near the sofa.

“So, how was it? I mean, did I do something terrible last night? I totally blacked out,” he confessed, as he stood near me while I was ironing dry his trousers. I told him he puked all over so I washed his clothes.

“I am charging you for all these mess. And while I tend to your clothes, you can make two cups of coffee for us,” I told him, pointing at the coffee brewer.

He obliged, and returned as I was finished from ironing his clothes. But I saw he was holding only a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Where is my coffee? “I asked.

“Here, we can share this cup. “He replied, and took a sip and gave the cup to me.

I took the cup with myhands and took a sip from the other side of the lip of the cup, where he had drank. He made a low chuckling sound when he got back the cup and drank where I had drunk. Conscious, I made sure I drank at the cup where he hadn’t touched his lips on. But he made sure to drink where I had drunk as if to tease me. We finished drinking the coffee this way.

“I must go now. “He said, after taking a hot shower and putting on his clothes. He was so good looking that I hoped my gaze did not reveal my admiration. He took out the wad of one-thousand-peso bills in his pocket, and took out five pieces and gave it to me.

“But, I have already taken five thousand from your money,” I told him.

“It’s okay. Call this gratuity tip. I feel grateful for what you did for me last night and this morning, “I could feel the sincerity in his voice as he spoke.

“Can I kiss you? “He asked. I thought, I was only hearing things. But our gazes had locked.I saw in his eyes that it was not lust. It was a something more than that. An affection that seemed to echo mine.

I closed my eyes as his tender lips reached for my own. I haven’t been kissed so tenderly and affectionately as he did that morning. It had made my heart fluttered as it never did before.

“Thank you… “He whispered, softly. But it reverberated in my whole being.

He then hurried off. I went with him to door, when I realized, we still don’t know each other’s name.

“Hey, wait a minute,” I shouted to attract his attention.

“What’s your name? “I asked when he looked back.

He smiled and shook his head. He hurriedly went back to where I was standing at the door steps.

“I’m sorry, I have been forgetful lately,” he said chuckling softly.

“To think that I also forgot to ask your name too?” he said, feeling amused.

“It’s Teddy. Teddy Erico. “He took out his wallet and gave me his calling card.

I sighed, “he was really ‘limp’ Teddy!”

“My name is Bea,” I told him, almost inaudibly. He chuckled again, softly.

“It rhymed with Leah,” he said, and I was surprised when he kissed me again. It was not exactly a kiss but he grazed my lips with his. But what he’d done mesmerized and kept me glued to where I stood.

“I’ll see you around Bea. Be safe, okay? “He whispered. It had left me swooning all day.

From that day, he would spend the nights at the club drinking alone, waiting for me to join him at his table. Sometimes he would request me to sing some love songs like Neil Sedaka’s “My World Keeps Getting Smaller Everyday”.

I wanted him to open his world a little bit so that I could know what made him ticked. But, he alwaysparry my inquisitive notions with his avowed compulsion of telling lies.

“Teddy, who is Leah? “I asked. I’ve had two shots of bourbon. It gave me the courage to ask him questions.

“It rhymes with your name,” he answered with his characteristic nonchalance.

“I asked not the ‘it’, but the ‘who’.” I persisted.

“Oh, okay. She’s someone that I used to know,” he replied curtly, as he refilled our glasses with bourbon.

“Someone that you used to know—and love? “I asked him point blank. I wondered why I would ask questions, when I knew the answer could hurt me.

“That was some time ago,” he seemed to admit, clinking his glass with mine. Teddy was so good with his compulsion.

“Do you want to come inside? “I asked, I just alighted from the cab that we had taken from the club. I found it hard to tell him my feelings. “How could I tell him that I wanted him tonight, that my whole self was aching to be with him?”

“The cab is waiting,” he whispered as he kept open its window on his side.

“I look forward to the day when we could spend our moments in your bed, sober and conscious of our feelings,” he said. I wondered how could he spoke with sense when we had finished off the bottle of bourbon.

I went back to him, and hungrily kissed him through the cab’s window.

“Goodnight Bea. Be safe,” he kissed my cheeks. I watched the cab went down the road until it was out of my sight.

“Can we go to the park this Sunday? “He asked.

“I heard, there are some new rides we can try, “He continued. I asked myself, “of all places, why the park? Why not a cool and cozyroom with a nice bed, for a date?”

But, I guessed, it was easy for him to enjoy our date in the park than on the bed where his dick won’t perform.

“What do you have here,” he asked, as it seemed he fancied about my beetle. He seemed fascinated with the vintage car.

“Why aren’t you bringing this to the club? Do you drive? “He asked again, as he walked around the car.

“it’s beautiful. This was an original model. it’s well preserved and maintained. The paint is original and the gloss is amazing, “He concluded, sounding like an authority about cars.

“I brought it once to the club. They told me, that they were not expecting that I was an antique collector. “I told him, as I framed myself in the doorway, hoping he could look and admire me, instead of my old car.

“Ah, it’s because, most people are not appreciative of things from the past,” he opined. Then he looked at me. I loved his gaze. I was hoping that the glimpse of adoration I saw in his eyes was not one of his ‘compulsions’.

I was wearing a faded denim and a loose sweat shirt, donned with a heeled-shoes. It was only a date in tne park. There was no need for a fancy dress. I was not wearing my usual make-up too.

I found him exquisitely adorable too. He was on a casual white polo shirt, denim pants and a white moccasin shoe.

“You looked so much beautiful in that casual dress,” he mused. Almost all women would want to be able to showcase their beauty on their dates. I preferred to be in my natural simple self that day.

“It’s not a compulsion? You’re not lying? “I teased reassuringly, taking aside his flattery.

“You are always my truth, Bea,” he quipped.

“Can we use your car? I have this sudden itch to drive,” he pleaded.

“I didn’t know you drive,” I said, watching him intently.

“I do before. I even did some drag racing,” he boasted.

I went back to the house to get the car keys, a chamois cloth, and a rag.

“Here, dry the dew in the side mirrors, “I threw him the chamois cloth.

“And wipe your hands with this,” I told him, giving him a clean rag.

He was so adept at driving. He was so smooth when changing gears. I thought, if he could be “so smooth and adept too, at making love.” this made my crotch feel hot and moist.

He had bought a medium bag of popcorn and a cup of soda as we strolled in the park. As it was Sunday, there were a slew of people roaming around. We had found a quiet, secluded place to sit, relax and enjoy each other’s company. We had sat in the well-manicured grass of the park. Our backs were near its concrete perimeter wall. We had a good view of the rides, and the promenaders enjoying the somewhat cloudy day.

“Why is it that you only bought one cup of soda, and a bag of popcorn when there are two of us?” I asked, as I siddled near him, and we shared nibbling the popcorn. I smell his manly scent enhanced by the faint scent of cologne he was using.

“It’s practical. We can eat all of it, we can buy some more if you want. Besides, I want to find out how I feel, having to share with you these little things,” he explained, without looking at me.

“Do you love me Ted?” I asked him suddenly, afraid of what his reply could be.

“That, I’m afraid to find out if I do,” he replied. An uncanny silence was wedged between us. But I could feel he was telling the truth.

“I will think of it as a positive reply.” I told him, “I love you Ted, and I’m willing to wait, until your’e sure that the feeling is mutual.“

I guess, that was always the implausibility of a woman’s proposition, knowing that the end could be paintul and uncertain. But a woman in love always choose to take the risk.

He stood up and grabbed my hand.

“ Hurry up with that popcorn, and we will take the rides,” he urged me, as he gulped the soda. I put a mouthful of popcorn in my mouth, and threw the bag in the waste container as we hurried to the rides.

We took the ferris wheel first.

“The view, up here is exhilirating. We can see the world. Below us, above us, and around us,“ he enthused.

“And when we’re down there, we see only the ground. We are afraid to look up, afraid even of looking around us. That’s life,” he philosophied.

“I want you to bear this in your mind, that from now on, you have me. Up or down, or in between. I’ll be here for you,“ he promised. I hold his warm hands and looked at him as if in a trance. I felt, as if it was only a dream. Yet it was surreal.

We then took the Octopus ride. I felt my world went on a dizzying spin. The seat we were strapped went whirling as we were hurtled from side to side. We were thrown up and down. I let go a shriek as I hold him like a leech, and he laughed and held me in tight embrace.

“If we live together, and life could be mean and unkind, it could send us hurtling and spinning. But I would love you holding on to me like this Bea, I promise I will be your strength,” he had told me this, as we alighted from the ride.

The last ride we had taken was the roller coaster.

“Why do you close your eyes Bea?“ he shouted.

“Because I’m afraid we might fall,“ I shouted back.

“Then, isn’t it much better if we can see where we may fall? “ he shouted again.

I opened my eyes, and let go again a shriek and a cry, as we went upside down. I hold on to him, and he held me tightly. But I noticed he had closed his eyes too.

“You’re a cheat!“ I shouted af him.

“You are afraid too!”

“I’m not,” he shouted in my ears, “I closed my eyes to savor your warmth and your nearness!“

He kissed me. We kissed until the ride came to a halt.

Just as we had alighted from the roller-coaster, it had started to rain. I had left him for a while to get an umbrella from the car.

“It’s a good thing that you have this small umbrella,” he mused, when he saw what I was holding.

“So I can put my arms around you“ he whispered.

The rain was falling in big drops when we closed the gate of the garage.

“Bea, can we bathe in the rains?“ he suddenly asked, his eyes were glistening.

It was a good idea. It had been a long time since I had taken a bath in the rains. I went to the cot swing and removed my denims, my heels and my bra. I had only my loose-fitting sweat shirt and my panties.

He had quickly took off his shoes, pants and polo shirt, leaving only his boxer shorts on, and his wristwatch. When I had motioned him about the wristwatch. he nodded, removed it from his wrist and went back to the cot.

We went in the lawn where there was a heavy downpour.

“It’s waterproof,“ he referred about his watch and we frolicked in the rains. I can’t helped myself admiring his chiseled body. His muscled chest and firm abs were a sight to behold, not to mention his huge yet limp dick visible inside his boxers.

Soon the rains had me wet all over.

“Bea,“ he uttered my name as if it was a whisper from a distant past. There was an urgency in his voice. I saw those varied emotions in his eyes. Admiration, adoration, affection, and== lust, as he watched my full, firm breast and my erect nipples visible through my wet shirts. I looked down at my crotch covered only with the flimsy undies I was wearing. My hairy pussy too was now visibly wet. I saw a huge bulge inside his rain drenched boxers.

“You’ve got a hard on, Ted,“ I whispered as he went over me.

“Yes, Bea,“ he moaned almost tearfully.

“And I want it inside you,” he whispered lustfully.

“Here?“I asked, “in the tains?”

I moaned, as he reached for my breasts, touching them inside my wet shirts with his quivering hands. I shuddered as he cupped my melons, squezzing them gently. His hungry mouth was on my ear lobes, nibbling and pushing his teeth against my flesh. His hot and moist tongue caressing the skin of my throat down to my cleavage.

I trembled in ecstastic pleasure when he started sucklng my nipples. He sucked my breasts to show me his appreaciation and his arousal.

We kissed hungrily with our tongues entwined as he probed my throbbing pussy with his fingers. I knew I was responding to his touch, his licking and his nibbling. I felt my nipples getting more erect and my breath getting deeper as he gently pinched my clit and rubbed it with his fingers. My arousal has been instant. It was peaking like a huge wave gathering strength and power.

I moaned and writhed under his adept hands. I arched my back and pushed my crotch against his bulging cock.

I hastened to remove my panties as he removed his boxers. I laid down on the wet lawn and spread my legs wide open as he had his huge flaccid dick coming back to life.

He immediately went down to his knees, and put his huge stiffness at the entrance of my moist pussy.

He pushed, and I somewhat retracted my pussy. It was more than a year ago, since I had a penis piercing my pussy. His enormous endowment made me a little bit nervous as well as horny altogether. He had sensed this. He parted the lips of my pussy wth his hand and groped for my entrance.

He reached for my lips and kissed me as he thrusted his huge shaft deep inside my pussy. I felt my pussy was stretched by his enormous cock. I shuddered. I trembled. But it was a sheer pleasure and ecstastic delight filling me.

“Ted, ohhhh, fuck me… Goddd, I love it inside…”

As he was adept in changing gears when he drove my beetle, he was equally adept too, thrusting his huge cock inside me. He started in slow rythmnic thrusts. Then slowly upped his strokes in measured tempo. His moans became gasps. His breath, panting. Like a runner nearingthe finish line he goaded his thrusts. Every thrust of his dick, I returned with a grind of my own pelvis.

I was needy and wanting, I knew he could feel my wetness and the heat of the tender yielding flesh of my pussy. We kept on fucking. Our genitals reaching that point when we have to release the pressure of the combination of our lusts and desires.

“Bea, I’m… I’m cummingggg, ohhhhh,”

His moans got drowned in the rains.

I felt my cunt was going to explode too. It was pulasating as his load filled me up. His heat had sparked my own avalance of juices cascading from my swollen cunt.

“Goddd, I’m cumming too Tedddd, ahhhhhh,”

It seemed like a dream.

But, it was real. We did it twice on the wet lawn as the rains was still raging. We made love at the cot swing. With me sitting on his arched dick going up and down bouncing in his enormous plow until we both came. After we dried up, we did it on my bed till the wee hours of the morning.

I have thought my happiness was complete and unending. But I was mistaken. Two weeks after that fateful day, he left, without even saying goodbye. He just stopped seeing me. He stopped going to the club. I spent weeks missing him, not knowing what happened to him.

But, the worst thing about his disappearance, was that, he had left me with a throb in my womb.

As soon as I realized I was pregnant, I stopped working in the club.

I missed Teddy so much. But, I have my little Ted, to cheer me up. He looked like Teddy in many ways. His eyes, his pointed nose, his hair, everything about him reminds me of his father.

He was three years old, when Teddy came knocking at my door.

“How are you, Bea?“ he said half-smiling.

My first reaction was to knee him in the groin and whack him with an uppercut to his chin.

But I didn’t. I found the fool me hugging him crying.

“Where have you been, Teddy, I’ve been missing you for all these years…“

“It’s a long story, but I came here to stay with you. My business went bankrupt and I get thrown out from my condo. I got my things there,” he explained, and showed me a parked truckload of home appliances and fixtures.

I was aghast and I really wanted to kick him in the groin.

“You go inside and have a look at your son,” again, I don’t understand why I was saying things when I think otherwise.

“Where is he?“ he asked as he signalled to the men in the truck to unload.

I watched him cuddled our baby boy and hugged him tightly. I was wondering wht he was not surprised that he has a son.

“Kiss your Dad, Ted,” I urged my son.

He just looked at the man cuddling him, and touched his father’s face as if unbelieving.

“He’s your Dad,” I told him reassuringly. I kissed Teddy. As our son looked on and finally kissed him too. The three of us hugged each other.

“Where’s my old sofa and the old appliances?“ I asked him. I noticed that all the appliances and the furnitures were brand new.

“We will just donate them to a charitable institution,“ he answered nonchalantly.

“These appliances and the furnitures are my wedding gift to you,” he added.

“What wedding gift?“ I asked with a lump in my throat.

He took out a small box in his pocket, and gave it to me.

“We can get married. Will you marry me?” he asked.

“I really did not intend to leave you. My mom called me up from Singapore when I left. I was not able to tell you this as I was fraught with family matters. My Dad divorced my mom. So I have to leave immediately. I had filed an annulment with my marriage to Leah. The company that helped you is my local subsidiary here. I really, did not leave you. Our date in the park made me realized that I love you.“ this was his lengthy explanation.

Now, we’re married. He’s no limp-Teddy anymore. He has me, to make his teddy stiff and ready with my loving. True love even cures an Erectile Dysfunction!

THE END.