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This was send to me by one of my friend and juz wanna share with bros here, one of my all-time favourite stories for PCC

When i was 13, I was stricken with asthma. It got so bad that I couldn't participate in P.E classes. To make matters worse, my parents would often quarrel due to my father's philandering ways. I never could understand why my father would look for other women when he had a living wet dream of a wife at home. (I would later find out from my mom that his unfaithfulness was due to the fact that she had worked as a masseur before settling down and that he couldn't handle the fact that she had slept with so many men before him)

In 1992, she was a young woman in her late 20s. To imagine my mom then, you have to picture a woman with long hair cascading down a slim but rather disproportionate figure. This was because standing at only 1.58m, she had a very petite frame but with very large (and thankfully firm) breasts. Currently she is a C cuppa but in her hey days before removing her implants, she was almost a D. For some people who could look beyond her physical assets ( . ) ( . ), she has a rather disarming and cherubic smile to the point that she actually looks innocent. Personnally, then she had the face of an angel but the body of a very short but big-breasted devil. =)

Being a very devout Taoist and a very generous person, she would often donate money to the point that it hurts. Perhaps she is trying to undo any bad karma she might have reaped by being a masseur. She loved and still loves me and Dad unceasingly as she was an orphan by birth and we are her only family. However, as great as her love for all people is, her biggest undoing would be her gullibity and readily belief in all things paranormal and the supernatural. It did not help that she was also and still is an air-head. If she was caucasian, she would most definitely be a blond bimbo.

To find a cure for my asthma and her relationship woes with my Dad, she seeked solution and solace in religion. That was how a Mr Chan and his brother (which I would name Chan2) came into the picture. Mr Chan was a chinese medium who had spent a couple of years as a monk in Thailand. He was reputed to have vast healing powers and could excocise all kinds of demons. Therefore on a fateful Saturday night, she would bring me to his flat somewhere in Tiong Bahru which will forever change my life and my perspective towards women.

Went we entered his dirty little apartment, the first thing I noticed was that our patron God the Goddess of Mercy's idol was on the far left of the row instead of the centre and amonst that row were hideous idols with contorted faces. In the centre and lit with a red glow, was a large idol of an unknown horned deity with disk-like eyes and sharp teeth. Mr Chan himself was a short and bald middle-aged man who still reminds me of B-ge who stars in many Hongkong movies about gang triads. He was unabashed when he opened the door in only his shorts and on his chest was a tattoo of the same horrendous deity that he placed in the centre of his altar.

I could see that he had been drinking and had a fazed look. However his drowsiness broke into a leery smile and I followed his gaze towards my mom. She was wearing a baby blue wollen blouse and a short denim skirt. The hemline of her skirt was slightly above knee level and hugged her cute little bottom perfectly. The top was made up of a thin wollen fabric and was stretched due to her large boobs. When she bent down to remove her heels, Mr Chan's eyes widened with glee at the panaromic downblouse view of my mom. At that moment, he looked exactly as his disk-eyed deity.

Mr Chan then introduced his younger brother Chan2 to us in the kitchen and they showed us around their 3 room flat. Chan2 was a skinny fellow and slightly taller than Mr Chan. When my mom saw porno magazines strewn all over their coffee table, she blushed and laughed it off by saying those were illegal in Singapore. Mr Chan then remarked that he gives a copy of these to his clients at every consultation. Oblivious to my mom and me, the 2 of them must have been ogling her from behind as they showed us their flat.

Mr Chan, Chan2 and my mom then went over to the table to talk while I was asked to sit on the couch to watch TV. I overheard Mr Chan telling my Mom that the reason why my Dad found her undesireable and my asthma was because one of my Dad's mistresses had placed a curse on her. To be rid of the curse, he must force out the "naughty" imps in her body by using his magic needles and she has to follow all his instructions in the ritual or something bad would happen. All my
mom did was nod her head at everything he said and listened intentively.

While Mr Chan got prepared by setting up the ritual altar, Chan2 went to fridge and got my mom a can of stout, telling her to drink it as she might experience pain during the ritual. My poor mom gasp at that thought and drank up the stout. Mr Chan then got into a trance-like state by shaking his head and repeating incomprehendable verses over and over again.