In the ensuing months I realized that Suzanne and I were more than friends. That's how I felt she felt too. Phoebe has become a sweet memory in the back seat of my mind. Susan has now become my preoccupation. In our prolonged absence from each other, she would miss me and I would her. She would look for some excuses to call me. During her off-duty she would call me, if not for a round or two of bowling matches at the Merdeka Bowling Alley, it would be for an evening walk at the Tanjung Aru 3rd beach or for a long chat at the lobby of one of the 5-star hotels in town. At times we would go to the movie, or to some Karaoke joints where we would belt out some of the current and not-so-current favorites. There were times when we went on for drinking sprees the whole night long, showing-off our self-proclaimed intimacy with the various concoctions of drinks listed in the cocktail menus. Her favorite drink was some concoction she called Bailey which I later found out to be just a concoction of some milk and brandy. I stuck to Irish coffee, a concoction of coffee and whiskey.
Months passed by and our relationship went deeper. We skipped calling each other on first name basis. I would call her 'honey' and she would call me 'D'. I never did know what 'D' stood for. I never did ask her. Was it for 'darling' or 'Daddy' for sugar daddy? Of course it got upgraded later to 'Daddy' when we had our first child, but that was not until late 1994.
