chosen for herself. “She heard another music,” was the cryptic way a friend once described the way she died. And now Koh was there, at the edge of grasping an amazing dream for his own departure.
Sharlayne was now stroking herself more energetically, three fingers working deeply into the gash, moving about in slow, circular turns. “Everything is wonderful,” Koh finally said, “more wonderful than I could have imagined it.”
“Well, why don’t you come over here, uncle, and we’ll see how we can make it even better.” Koh nodded in agreement and strode over, dropping the towel only as he made his way onto the bed.
He had become soft by now and only when he put his legs and side against her flesh did he again feel the stirrings in his loins and in his chest which had been so strong just minutes before. He wanted to get hard as quickly as he could, to couple with this young woman. Wanted to return, however briefly, to feeling life intensely. His look obviously conveyed this, as Sharlayne asked if he wanted some help. Suddenly feeling humiliated, Koh simply nodded. “Yeah?” she said sympathetically. Koh then leaned over and whispered in her ear.
But she said she didn’t want to go down on him, claiming she “wasn’t into” oral sex. He didn’t believe her, of course. But she was solicitous: to get him harder, she began stroking his cock, then licked her fingers lavishly, moistening his member as she stroked it a second time. She then stuck two fingers up her vagina, pulled them out and rubbed the warm juice along the high bend of his cock.
Koh could not even remember the last time he had been this hard, decades certainly. He wanted desperately to get inside her and rasp this out.
But at that moment, there was an abrupt change in her demeanour: she rose and knelt on the bed. For the first time since they had started undressing, she looked grim. “Are you sure this can really kill you?” she asked, “Really?”
“That’s what my doctor keeps saying.” She nodded, but did not look very convinced.
“You ever asked for a second opinion?”
He smiled sheepishly. “I’m about to get one.” She frowned again, concern darkening her delicate features. She cast her eyes down and started tracing some arcane pattern in the sheets with one finger. “Look, it’s what I really want, okay?” he assured her. “I have no doubts about this.” She glanced up at him, cautiously, from the corner of her eye. He was afraid he might lose this right here, so close to what he wanted. “Are you going to deny a nice old man his last request?”
“No,” she answered after a short pause. “It’s something I really want to try myself.” She then leaned over, gave him a light kiss on the forehead, and pressing her head against his neck, hugged him awkwardly. This was good enough; at this stage in his life, the “uncle” had sharply pared down what he expected from perfect.
Koh now smiled, a little sadly, at her. Sharlayne took this as a cue, lay back flat on the bed and stared straight up, as if studying something on the ceiling. Koh kept smiling; it didn’t matter, not now. She spread her legs, her thin legs, and Koh thought he would begin by putting his legs tightly against hers and then massaging the insides of her thighs — as he had done that first time with Su Lon.
But as he tried to splay his legs that far, he found that his weak knees weren’t up to the task. He fell forward, giving out a yelp of pain.
Sharlayne, who had continued peering up at the ceiling until then, swung around swiftly, asked if Koh was alright, and rubbed his shoulders in consolation. He tried to shake it off as lightly as he could. “Guess one shouldn’t try new tricks, wah,” he said with a feeble laugh. The embarrassment actually hurt more than the physical pain. She asked if he wanted her to get on top, but he mumbled that he preferred being on top of her. She nodded, then lay back on the bed, her hair draped capriciously across the pillows.
Still smarting a little from his fall, Koh now crawled up to Sharlayne gingerly. When he was positioned just right, he breathed deeply, then carefully arched his groin above hers. Sharlayne reached up, took his cock and slowly started to pull him into her.
He then began pumping harder, harder, first just with his butt and hips, then with his upper body as well. He was giving her everything he could, trying to fuck her in a way that she would always remember, fucking as if there were no tomorrow.
Because that was the whole point, wasn’t it? There shouldn’t be any tomorrow for Koh Kwan How. This was his perfect exit, this act of lovemaking as fantastic as his very first one with Su Lon, with a girl who looked so much like Su Lon did back then.
As he began thrusting himself fearsomely into her, Sharlayne herself seemed to become more and more excited. Her eyes were shut tight, which should have disturbed Koh, but it didn’t. If that made her feel better with him, even if she was thinking about some boyfriend or pop star, then it was the right thing. He started fucking even more furiously, giving everything he could draw up. His body’s frantic stabs seemed to be moving a beat or two ahead of his breaths and he was starting to get giddy. Was this it then, was this how it would all end? He tried speeding up even more, pushing himself harder, more urgently.
It was then that Sharlayne finally opened her eyes, focused point blank into his so all she could see were his eyes seeing hers and, clutching him desperately by the lower lean of his back, she moaned, “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard,
Without opening her eyes, she moaned, “Yes, do it, do it — deeper, more deeper. Oh please — all the way.”
Koh plunged as deep as he could into her, pumping with everything he had left in him. His eyes, too, were closed tightly now, yet he saw her face as clearly as he had just a few moments before. “Oh yes, dee… deeper. Here you are, finally — my angel. My lovely, lovely angel of death.” And just as he said it, he burst, his cock pulsating in a sad stutter of throbs. His semen came out in short, painful jerks. He started giving short cries as he came; he realised he must sound like a wounded seal thrown onto a beach. He was fighting to snatch random breaths, his lungs and throat felt seared, his nostrils stung, every part of his body was starting to rebel as pain coursed through him from neck to ankles.
All of which, he realised, meant that he was still alive. His perfect plan had failed.
He felt the need to explain, to apologise, to share one more thing more with this lovely young woman. “I didn’t think I’d… still be able to… ” He stopped, and realised he was crying. After several moments, he forced himself to shut off the tears, then he turned back to explain.
As he did, he realised that she had said nothing since his climax; in fact, she had barely budged. As he finally looked at her, it was as if a huge slap was there just waiting for him to turn around: Sharlayne seemed to be unconscious, eyes closed. Not only that, her breathing was extremely shallow, like that of some people he had seen just before they left.
With all the fretted strength he could muster, he pulled himself up and tried shaking her. At this, her eyes opened slightly and one hand moved weakly to the necklace. She raised it slightly, said, “Thank you again. Very generous,” before her eyelids slid closed once more. This time, she seemed to be hardly breathing at all.
Koh struggled from the bed and made his way to the table where the phone rested. Hands shaking so badly he was barely up to the task, he punched out the number of his one close nephew, Daniel. He had arranged for Daniel to drop by at six, to “pick something up.” Of course, he was supposed to find Koh dead. But that was well over an hour away. Koh needed him there
He cursed when the droning buzzes ended with the recorded voice saying, “Sorry, the M1 customer you just called is not responding. Please try again later.” The old man slammed his phone back into its cradle.
So, Koh reluctantly called emergency services. And after hanging up, he settled himself into the creaking chair next to the table and stared over at her, his quivering hands set flat on his thighs.
