I quietly closed the door, kicked off my shoes, and with the appointnt letter and diamond ring in hand, I made my way to my bedroom. Michael's bedroom door was shut tight, but mine and Betty's was ajar.
I was still a bit on edge. Even though I had repeatedly told Betty not to sleep with Michael anymore, and she had agreed, Betty has a soft heart. If Michael pulled another stunt, she might just fall for it again.
When I reached our bedroom, I saw Betty lying on our bed in a sexy nightgown, sound asleep. I tiptoed closer, bent down, and brought my face close to Betty's cheek. Her body warmth reached my face through the air, carrying the scent of her body wash, and her hair still damp with the sll of shampoo. It seed she hadn't been asleep for long.
"Such a sleepyhead..." Even though I was quiet, I would have woken up by now, given my habit of staying alert even in my sleep due to my job.
I placed the appointnt letter and the diamond ring on the nightstand.
On the way back, I had planned to wake Betty up to have a good chat and give her the gift, but seeing her so peacefully asleep and obviously exhausted, I couldn't bring myself to disturb her. I decided to freshen up first; after all, it had been days since I had a proper wash, and I felt filthy.
I wasn't sleepy at all, having slept a lot in the car on the long drive back, especially after just escaping a tough situation. I was too tired during the day, and now at night, I couldn't sleep.
In the bathroom, I turned on the light and felt a stomach ache coming on. I sat on the toilet, planning to take a shower after I was done. My clothes were still on, filthy as they were, and I planned to throw them straight into the washing machine when I showered.
Sitting there, I caught a whiff of a distinct sll in the bathroom, one all too familiar to any man – the scent of male hormones. Despite the lingering steam and fragrance in the air, my keen sense of sll picked it up.
Instinctively, I looked at the trash can next to the toilet and imdiately spotted a few crumpled tissues.
I pinched a clean part of one with two fingers and lifted it, and the sll of sen beca even more pungent. Gently unfolding it with my fingers, I found it was indeed filled with thick sen.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but chuckle and cry at the sa ti.
Had Michael finally "figured it out"? Before leaving ho, I had never seen the kid masturbate, but it seems that in these two months, he had finally learned to do it secretly in the bathroom.
I wasn't surprised; after all, I did the sa during my adolescence.
Back then, I would sneak so sexy pictures – there were no novels or adult videos at that ti. Then I'd sit on the toilet at ho, looking at the pictures while masturbating. Afterward, I'd clean up using the toilet paper, wiping my penis and hands clean, and then toss the tissues into the trash can.
I guess it's not just and Michael; probably most boys go through the sa during their teenage years.
I put the tissues back exactly where I found them, not feeling any disdain for Michael. Instead, I felt a sense of understanding.
Just as I was sitting on the toilet, my phone suddenly vibrated. It was a call from the director of my departnt.
I answered the phone quietly in the bathroom. It turned out the director was unclear about so docunts and needed to co back. It was late, but he was still at the office.
Maybe knowing I was exhausted, he told I could either co over tonight to finish up or first thing in the morning. I had planned to take Betty out for a trip early tomorrow, so I decided to head over tonight. Glancing at the clock, it was only 10:30 PM, which for soone used to working late, felt early.
I quietly got up, dressed, and went to the bedroom. I gave Betty a gentle kiss on her cheek. Seeing the appointnt letter and the diamond ring, I suddenly rembered that in two days it would be our wedding anniversary. Why not wait and give Betty the gifts on our special day?
With that thought, I quietly picked up the diamond ring and the appointnt letter, then slowly put on my shoes and left the house.
I took one last look at my ho, softly humming a tune, filled with dreams and hopes for what the future holds...
After finishing everything with the director, it was 2 AM. The director went ho, and although I was tired, the completion of the task left too excited to feel sleepy.
I thought about heading back, but decided to wait until dawn to let Betty get a good night's sleep. "The plan of a day starts with the morning," I thought, and a fresh start awaited us after sunrise. I was full of confidence about our future life.
Lying on my office desk, I couldn't fall asleep. Eventually, to pass the ti, I rembered the ho surveillance footage. While I trusted Betty completely, I wasn't so sure about Michael.
Maybe after I left, the kid might have tried to take advantage of Betty? With nothing else to do, I pulled up the surveillance footage to watch it like a movie.
I started the video from the day I left ho, making myself a cup of coffee to sip while watching. The first few days, everything at ho was normal, nothing unusual happened.
Every night before going to sleep, Betty would call , and only after hearing the voicemail would she reluctantly hang up, her face filled with worry. This was the first ti I saw how worried Betty was when I was away, and it ward my heart.
Michael, on the other hand, was looking for opportunities every night to get close to Betty, asking her for tutoring, to tell stories, and so on. But every night, Betty would go to her own room to sleep. Michael didn't say much the first few days, but finally, one night, it seed he couldn't hold back any longer.
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