W A R N I N G !

The last part of Book 3 - Stairway to Heaven contains some love-making scenes. If you find a little love making objectionable then please press PF3 or PF6 now. I do not wish to create any more furor about my story being pornography and all. I contemplated cutting out this final love-making scene (I wrote it before that Tien SC complained about my Book 1 being soft-porn) but decided against it. I think a WARNING here should suffice. I have to preserve my artistic integrity (if there is any, hee hee). If there is any SERIOUS complaint, I would gladly remove the whole part and leave my story dangling...

So, the end of the story begins...

WE indulged in the world of our own again. After swimming we had lunch. After lunch we went shopping. And after shopping, inevitably, we went for dinner. And after dinner... we went to marina bay. The sun was already setting. Scores of people were around, most of them just contented to let the dying sun breathe its last breath. We sat at the slope and our feet was barely a meter away from the water. We looked at each other and smiled. It was only the third time that we had seen each other and yet I felt so close to him. Now under the moonlight, I looked at his handsome face. I almost cannot control myself. I thought of Dan but I was no longer terrified. King's soothing eyes calmed my heart. His beatiful eyes! Oh!! My heart was beating a trifle too fast. We talked and talked and I told him about my past. I cut out all the sordid details. It was a miracle that I did not cry. I was surprised too. My past was before me, it was now recounted and yet it seemed as if I was telling someone's else story. I spoke without emotion, without censure, as if Dan wasn't a bastard. Max and Al were all like objects to me, I spoke about them with impartial objectivity. King's magic hold on me was complete. In his presence, my past did not seem to matter. His mere presence overwhelmed me. The sea came splashing in. A more than normal wave hit us right on. Ha ha ha... we were wet!

We scrambled up the slope. He helped to dry me and I helped him too. The first touch. His strong hand steadying me, the tips of his fingers, all seemed so magical. We were on flat ground and he released me. We stood a feet apart. How I wished he would kiss me. But he didn't.

We walked along the foot-path. We were barely separated. Now and then our shoulders would brushed against each other, lightly. The sensation was complete. The path never seemed to end. I was never so happy before; the feeling of happiness was never so complete and sustaining. All the men in my life flashed across my mind, all seemed a mere shadow of this man beside me now. Even the great AL paled in comparision. Here was the man who touched the very core of my heart; here was the man I was searching for all the time; here was the man of my life. It seemed so impossible and magical and yet...

I did not know how long we walked. We stopped. Almost simultaneously, our hands reached out for each other. The first touch of the hands, the magic, the touch of love. I could feel my whole love flowing through my finger tips. I crashed myself onto his chest. He held me, neither too lightly or too tightly. I was so comfortable. I was in him. Under the moonlight, we whispered love messages to each other. It was unbelievable. We only met the third time and yet... love had no explanation.

His long fingers held up my chin, the tips of which brushed my neck. He moved his fingers around, ticklish sensation behind my ears. Even my cold feet felt the sensation too. I looked at him, I closed my eyes. His lips were on mine, at first lightly at the edge and slowly it moved around. The night was still young. Splashing of sea water against the solid granite could be heard. The kiss was complete in itself. It was starless. We were breathless.

The night dragged on. Beyond the water, darkness was punctured by scattering lights. There were moonlight, there were street lights. Under the cloudy and dark blueish sky, we pledged our love. On the ground, we kneeled, facing each other. The sound of the pledge of our undying love, floating on the dark blackish water, would be transmitted all round the world; the cold air molecules vibrated in tandem to our lips, transmitting our pledge through space. It was complete. Our love will endure eternity...

At long last I found a real love. Life was too good. Examinations were around the corner again. I was so strong. Emotionally I was at the highest point in my life. Dan tried calling me a few times but I ignored him. I changed my number to an unlisted one. I cut out all calls. Too me those guys were too tiresome. King was the only one that mattered to me.

Valentine's day was in sight. I hinted to King. He just smiled and told me to be patient. I hinted to King that I would want my first Valentine's day with him to be very special. He just smiled.

It was a Saturday afternoon and it was on the eve of Valentine's day. He picked me up at 1pm. He didn't allow me any questions. He drove to world trade centre.

"Where are we going?"

"Sentosa. We going there for a picnic."

"Picnic? You must be crazy. Picnic for a Valentine's day?"

"Why not? We are so special. We are not ordinary mortals."

"What you mean?"

"Most people have candle light dinner for valentine, why must we follow them? We shall have our own moonlight dinner by the sea!! Isn't it more romantic and unique?"

"I love you baby! You are so unique and special!"

"I love you too, baby!. Let's go."

It was unusually quiet. There wasn't many people on Sentosa on a Saturday afternoon. What a surprise! We chose a very remote spot. The sea could be seen and the sun was blocked by a shady tree. We laid our things on the groundsheet - drinks, sandwiches, wine, cassette player, tit-bits and all sorts of little things King brought. We ate a little and laid on the ground. The music was in the air.

Time dragged on slowly. We were lost in love. It was the best moment of my life. The sun was setting and the sky cleared. King was staring at me. The tide slowly receding. It was magic, our love. It could not be explained. The sun was gone and the wind strong. Under the moonlight we kissed. Sand got in our way, but we didn't care. We kissed till time stopped. I was getting high, I was yearning for him. I wanted him so badly. I knew he wanted me too, I could see it in his hungry eyes, I could see it in his quivering lips.

It was already 9pm and we packed our things. I didn't want to go but he insisted. I was so disappointed. I never had enough of him yet. But he didn't drive me home. We arrived at Westin. Oh no! He had booked a room.

We checked into our room. The feeling was indescribable. The king- size bed looked so comfortable. I jumped into bed but he refused to let me rest. He insisted that I washed up first.

Time moved slowly. We were lying in bed. He kissed me tenderly. We kissed slowly. My naked breast against his bare chest, we held each other tenderly. Time didn't seem to move. He grew more passionate all the time. I was crazy. We made love very slowly, pausing to kiss now and then. It was so different with Dan - when everything was fast. King was a master in delaying. I was driven to nuts. And when he came, I came too, holding him tightly against me. The act was completed but it wasn't finished. He didn't just drop off to sleep as what Dan would do. He kissed me even more tenderly.

We kissed and slept and slept and kissed. We made love, again and again - I lost count. We kissed again and again until we fell asleep. I was lost in my dreams. I saw Dan again. He was chasing after me. I screamed. I woke up. King woke up too. He hugged me closely.

"King, I am so scared. Please, please love me!"

He smiled at me and lifted my legs over his shoulder. I could feel him in me. He was moving fiercely. My brain was tired. I thought I saw Dan driving at me. I screamed:

"Dan, please stop. Leave me alone"

He stopped. I didn't know what I was saying and I guessed he didn't hear it right too. He continued.

"Oh please, Dan, please love me..."

He stopped. This time there was no mistake. I woke up too. He lowered my legs and turned away. I realised something was wrong. I screamed loudly and broke down. My tears choked me, my breathing was heavy.

"Oh no... King.. I am not good enough for you.. you leave me... I don't know why! I am not a virgin.... I am not good enough for you. I slept with another man... I am cheap... I am useless. You leave me... You deserve someone better..."

He broke down too. It was so painful to see him cry. I felt like killing myself.

"No Yin, that is not your fault. I will not leave you. You are good enough for me. I am not a virgin too. I will make you forget him, don't worry. You will."

He pulled me towards him and held me tightly. I was so ashamed of myself. The world seemed to be ending. The past, it refused to go away. But how could I let the past overcome me? I could not. King was the man of my life, he would give me strength to forget about the past.

IT was Chinese New Year's eve. I went shopping with King. The day before I told mother about King. Surprisingly, she didn't scold me. She asked me to bring King home. My mother was the typical mother - the greedy type. I told King and it was not much of a problem for King to buy my mother lots of food-stuff for Chinese New Year. That night I brought him home. Father and mother were very happy with him. For one, he looked mature and honest. In fact, after he left, mother kept tugging at me and asked me lots of questions about him.

Examinations started and I had to study. But I needed him so much. I told my mother that I needed my boy friend to help me in my work and wanted him to sleep in our house. I thought she would explode. Surprisingly, she agreed wholeheartedly. I was so puzzled. Mother must had been charmed by him.

So, King moved to stay with me. On the first night he slept at the sofa and I in my room. But the next day mother made noise. She said that we could not allow our guest to sleep in the living room, she insisted that he should sleep in my room. She said that I should let King have my bed while I sleep on the floor. I was overjoyed! Thereafter King slept on my bed and I jumped into bed with him. The floor was too hard, I told my mother. They didn't make much noise, somehow King was accepted as part of the family.

Examinations were over. I did extremely well and was offered to do honours. King became my husband, virtually. Even after the examinations he continued to stay at my house. A month had barely passed after the examinations, we were engaged. My life seemed to have come a full cycle.

It was a Sunday evening and I was backed in NUS with King. It was so quiet, the whole place almost dead. We walked hand in hand. The sound of our foot-steps tapping on the ground could he heard distinctly. We looked at each other and laughed. Our laughters echoed back to us. I looked around, at all the buildings. Tears swelled up in me. This seemingly inhuman place in which I took for granted for so many years seemed so serene and beautiful now. Four years of my life had been spent here, great misfortunes had befallen me while I was here, and this place, this beloved place had made possible my happiness now. My love was beside me now. I gave a sigh. At last I had to leave this place. So much memories, so much tears... and the computer... my beloved computer... I had to say bye too. We walked up the stairs. He turned and gave me a kiss. Hand in hand we moved up the stairs - the stairway to heaven...