In her words, she seldom makes real friends, men in particular. Generally speaking, an average man who approaches her for three minutes has a certain degree of s.e.xual impulse. That means most of the men close to her are often ill disposed.

About women, on the contrary, if meets a very good girl, the often hostile one becomes Jojo then.

So Jojo has few friends, only me, Azle and wood.

Azle is because he has experienced too many women and no shortage of women. so he will not covet Jojo's beauty.

Wood, basically, in his character, not to mention h.o.m.os.e.xuality, even cadaveric, it's hard for him to cause any emotional fluctuations.

As for me, I always feel that anyone in the world has the right to choose his own way of life. Under the premise of no affecting other people, no one can talk about other's private life. Jojo is just a h.o.m.os.e.xual, no killing, no arson, no impact on social stability, to say the harsh words: h.o.m.os.e.xuality, it's none of my business!

Jojo jumps off my leg, twists the snake's waist, gently raises the billiard pole, and goes on fighting with Azel.

I noticed several jealous glances.

d.a.m.n! Nothing to be jealous actually!

If they know that Jojo is a small pepper a man would never touch, no one would be jealous of me anymore.

One of Jojo's favorite things to do is to soak girl in bars. For a man, this is definitely an addict.

Why?

Think it over! Is there anything more worthy of contempt than robbing business? There aren't so many girls with better quality in the bar. A group of male compatriots fight for the beauties so hard to get rid of the siege only after a long struggle against tigers and dragons, guarding against all kinds of open and secret guns and arrows.

But Jojo can do it much easier. she can bring her gender advantage to the maximum. First, the girl will strike up the most basic mental alert for a strange man. But if comes up a beautiful girl, you will be much less alert.

Next... She can take advantage of some of the same s.e.x advantages, intentionally or unintentionally close physical distance with the prey. She may even hug each other's shoulders with the other girl. At this point, what we men can do is staring.

And then... When men try their best to get the girl half drunk, the girl often excuses to go to the bathroom to make up... At that time, Jojo can follow up, and we have to stare again…

Jojo is so great that her chances of winning a girl are almost even to the beauty killer Azle. Apart from the above reasons, there is also an important one: girls who come to the bar to play are basically open-minded and like the nightclub atmosphere. They are able to play and willing to play. They like excitement, like curiosity, willing to accept some exciting new things. Although not all girls are h.o.m.os.e.xuals, but there are still many girls don't mind having an occasional one-night stand with Jojo in the attraction. They want to try the taste of play with a real beauty.

If there is anything drives you more crazies than the girl you like being soaked away by someone, it is: the one soak away the beauty is another beauty!

"Pang!"

Jojo picks up the pool club and hit a good shot. She whistles and attracted numerous wolves around her. She holds the pool club in a very standard, comfortable-looking position with her left hand. Her hair spreads on her left shoulder. Studies the line of the ball, she leans down and lays her left hand gently on the green table. Her right elbow holds the club with ninety degrees. Sometimes she would get up and brush her fallen hair back to her right ear and then lean over to hit the ball again.

Especially... When she leans down to hit the ball, the little lovable sling with a low breast will show the full spring of her breast, the round outline, and the natural gravity of the body when it bends... If you are standing in front of her...Just imagine!

And, when she bends down, her upright b.u.t.tocks stretch the lines to perfection, plus two long legs interlaced... I have seen many men swallowing saliva around the scene.

Jojo's original billiards skills are quite good, couples with the incessant deliberate display of some s.e.xual attraction tricks confusing the other side, Azle is about losing the game very soon.

Hit the last ball into the bag, Jojo's tosses her hare smartly, ogling Azel: "Honey, you lost, just pay for tonight's wine!"

Azle is a standard love prodigal. He's good at eating, drinking, singing, dancing, pickling, carting, dicing, but he's not Jojo's opponent at billiards. But he is willing to spend money. He is not so much care about lose money due to a rich family. I know that Azle's family has been doing business overseas for several years, and his father is still in the United States, paying him a large sum of dollars every month.

Azle is very lazy. From his mind, he is only interested in having fun. He also said that his greatest role in the world was to spend all the money his dad had earned.

Though it makes me feel that he is a black sheep. But inside of my heart, I really a little bit envy him.

Having left Jojo who is still counting his money, Azle stands up and walkes toward a gorgeous hot girl who is sitting at the bar.

I'm just talking to Jojo and Wood for a while, Azle whistles to us in the distance, snaps his finger and holding the tall girl walks out of the bar.

I know, Azle is probably going to enjoy the beauty again tonight.

I have a head injury and wood doesn't let me drink, which made me feel very boring. Looking at Jojo and Wood fight for drinks cups with cups, finally I can't stand the pain of being left out of the game, so I propose to play a game together.

Our game is dice guessing. because they don't let me drink, so I offer to play with Jojo. If I lose, wood drinks instead of me.

Wood does not matter. He is simply a guy who doesn't matter to anything. The so-called "disgrace" is simply to describe him. Jojo doesn't matter either. So we start.

Probably tonight Jojo's luck is really good. I lose dozen times. I somewhat upset when I watch Wood finishes quite a few bottles.

Jojo's face is red for the serious wins. She suddenly shouts, "No! No! You lose, punish Wood. It's too cheap for you! "

I spread out my hands: "I can't drink."

"I will not let you drink." Jojo's eyes are rolling. She laughs, "Win and win once. If I win, I need to see your underwear! You take off your underwear and let us see you on the spot. "

"OK!" I show no weakness: "if you lose, I want you to take off your bra!"

We applaud. It's a deal.

Don't know why. A thought comes into my mind. I quietly take out the ring from my pocket, and put it on the middle finger of my left hand under the table.

Our rule of thumb is not the usual game of dice rolling in bars, but the guess of big or small. Three dice, when finish shaking, two sides buy big or small. If the number of three dice points is more than ten, it will be big. Conversely, if the number is less than ten, it will be small.

Our gambling engagement attracted so many eyes around us that even Wood's eyes are filled with an undetectable smile.

After a clamor, Jojo bought the small and I bought the big. I am shaking the dices then.

In the cheers of the surrounding wolves, the dice cup is lifted up. Three six points!

Big!

"Oh!!! Take the bra off! Take the bra off! " The wolves are stirring. Many people are staring at Jojo's chest with malicious intent.

I show a malicious smile to her: "How?"

Jojo's face looks no any difference. She smiles, takes out a long and thin lady's cigarette, lights it, takes a breath, and says slowly, "I'm sorry, I can't... Because I wear no bra today. Your Mama is wearing a sticker today."

Fx.x.x!

I glance angrily at her chest. There is no trace of bra beneath her clothes.

In the sigh of the surrounding wolves, I also have no intention of accusing her of cheating. Looking at the time, it is already late, so I get up and go home.

"5, don't be unhappy..." Jojo come to me with a smile, stretches out her hand and gently strikes my chest, then go down, deliberately laughing in an ambiguous tone: "How is the feeling? How about I go with you tonight? "

"Go!" I glare at her: "play this game with me again? Have you felt bored? "

Jojo's eyes ogling: "What? You dare not? "

I take a deep breath and deliberately look at her with a kind of affectionate eyes. Then I joke in a solemn tone of voice.

"You just go! Leave me alone!"

I declined Jojo's offer to drive me home. I would rather to take a taxi. No kidding! I know she drank a lot tonight. Every time after that woman drink too much, she will be crazy in the car! I don't want to die yet.

When I arrive, I'm groping up the upstairs in the darkness. As soon as I reach the third floor, I suddenly see someone sitting on the stairs at the door of my house.

I am startled and wake up a little at once. Is it the enemy who blocks my door?

I take out my cell phone. By the flashlight from my cell phone, I see a girl is sitting in front of the door.

She sits with her knees in her arms, her head weakly buries between her knees, a head pouring down one side, wearing a simple T-s.h.i.+rt and jeans, and a plastic bag with two lunch boxes and some food.

I sigh, approach, squat down, and gently push her. She wakes up slowly with a murmur in her mouth. She looks up, eyes are still dim at first. But when she sees the strange smile on my face, she wakes up completely and tries to shrink back.

"5... You, you are back! "

With this beautiful and moving face, and the slightly tired look between the eyebrows, I am somehow moved: "Didi, it's so late, how did you sit in front of my door?"

"Well." Didi calms down. "I'm off duty and I know you're off today. I think you're injured and need someone to take care of you... But I knocked on the door for a long time, there was no one at home, and I didn't have your phone number, so... "

I sigh, "So you sit at my door and wait till now?"

"Yes." The girl nods slightly. She could not hide her weariness. Looking at her, a very complicate feeling fills my heart suddenly.