Our toughest battles are often fought within ourselves. At times, it seems virtually impossible to triumph over our instinctively impulsive tendencies. A continuous infusion of adrenaline and unrestrained indulgence over alcohol hauled me away from the clutches of my willpower that fateful night - I laid helpless and hypnotic, full of admiration over her impeccable body structure as I gazed intently, watching her dance rhythmically to the smooth flow of the music. The occasional vigorous bobs of her hips brought about a chain effect to those who had undergone puberty - I could practically hear Chee Yong's and Shachin's tadpoles squeal in delight, wanting to be unleashed forcefully from their Guantanamo Bays. She had every attribute of a Geisha; her voluptuous beauty striking rapturous delight and appetite into the hearts of many, causing my legs to weaken drastically, leaving my third-leg as the only
boulder of support. Her silky dress flaunted her incredulous figure, instigating jealousy to all the female bystanders. The sleepy and sensual look in her eyes seduced every hormone in Shachin's body, leading his thoughts wildly astray, but he simply knew one thing - he had to fight all temptation and to keep his hands to himself. He was in a state of Limbo and all he could do next was to grind my ass into lamb-chops; exceeding the maximum limit of the richter scale, while marveling at her dance. I felt terribly violated for her. She was indeed the object of fantasy to many that night. She is poised to become the next Heidi Klum.
She is no other than Joyce, the Human Chinese Delicacy.
