She was just another Chinese student, in another classroom, the same as any other girl I had seen over the last 3 years of teaching English in China, but there was something about her. I could not tell at that time just what it was that drew me towards her. Her name was Viki; she was around 21, the same as most of the others in her class. She was nothing different from any of the other 300 students that I had in my various classes (well, apart from the boys), after all, she was Chinese, and she had black hair, the typical "Asian" features.
Once you have spent a number of years in Asian countries like I have, you don't look at people and see "White, Black, European," etc., you see people. Yes, you take notice of every little detail of them. You have to, it is the only way you can try and remember their names. You look at them and try and remember the slight differences.
She has big eyes; he has a funny nose; she has bad acne; he is fat, or tall, or short, she has a hot arse, hmmm, her tits are nice when she bends over like that, etc., etc., it is the only way I had to recognize the different students, to tell one from another and thus make them feel that I knew them and did in fact like them.
I had been at my latest teaching position for almost 6 months and nothing much out of the ordinary had happened. I would get up in the mornings, have a coffee and check my e-mails, then go off to my classes. I only had 16 classes a week, and this meant I did not have a great big workload, but I also had extra classes in 2 kindergartens, as well as a few private lessons for young kids from some wealthier families. So basically I was kept busy. On top of this, I also was married to a very young and attractive Chinese girl who always seemed very interested in sex more than once in a while. My daily life with my wife and all the teaching kept my mind pretty well occupied.
For the first semester at this College I was busy and did not even have the remotest of thoughts about doing anything with any of my students; I was too busy trying to do my job and get them to speak their "second" language that they had been learning for so many years. But by the end of the first semester and all the hours I was doing, as well as the extra 9 hours a week of traveling to all the different places to do the lessons, I had had enough. I decided to cut back on the extra lessons for the second semester. And this is where my story begins.
The first week back at classes I found that I had a few of the same classes and was not happy. The reason for this was that most of them had never really been interested in English. As English is a "forced" subject, many were made to come to class by their families, but it was obvious they were not interested, or were scared. Viki appeared to be no different from the rest. At the end of the first semester I had written the following about her achievements. "Very quiet and never seems to speak, needs more encouragement and confidence to be a better speaker."
Right from the start of second semester she began talking to me a lot, so much so that I did not realize that it was she. She seemed to be interested in speaking with me and we had a lot of informal chats in the classroom. My wife was going away for a week with her work and I had apparently mentioned this to my classes. The night she left I received a text message, which had a few simple words. "Are you lonely?" Thinking it was my wife I sent back a reply saying; "Yes, I so much want you in bed beside me."
She sent a few more messages saying how she wished she could be with me also as she was feeling a great need for me to be with her. This made me happy that she missed me and I was looking forward to seeing her again at the end of the week. "I can't wait for you to be next to me in my bed." I sent straight back to her, but then the next message arrived and I did not know what to say.
"But what about your wife?" she typed.
I caught my breath and looked at the number. It was not my wife's number and I did not know who it was from. I sent another message asking who she was, but she just sent back a "smiley face" and said that I would have to decide who she was as she would not tell me. I had a bad feeling in my stomach, I had just made a very sexual advance to one of my students, and I did not have a clue which one. Messages kept flying back and forth; I was asking many general questions to see if I could get a hint at her identity. Eventually I got it down to one of three girls, so decided on a way to make sure of my guess.
The next day in my first class I asked a girl to stand and I began a conversation with her, and slowly brought up some of the questions from the night before, but to no avail, this was not she. The next class I did the same, and this time I got it right, on the third and forth questions she gave the same answers as the night before. Lucky for me she did not realize what I was doing at the time, at least I don't think she did.
As the lesson finished and they were all leaving I grabbed my phone and punched in her number, and then stood back and waited to see if she answered her phone. She did. "Wei," (a Chinese way of answering the phone) she said.
"Hello my little nymph, did you mean what you said last night?" I asked her.
Suddenly she spun around and looked back at me, and then gave me a wicked grin and a wink, before talking back into the phone and saying, "That depends on if you want me to mean it or not."
She then gave me her "QQ" number, which is another chat program like MSN, Yahoo, etc., and said she would chat with me on line that night. I could not wait to see where this was going to lead me. Not knowing if she lived at the college, or at home, I did not know what time she would be online, or if she would have others around her and reading what was being said.