A millionaire by 20, Part II
I met Quang again in grade 8. Five years have gone by and a lot of things changed. He is still a genius, but as always, neglect to do any school work of any kind. He channeled his energy into learning other things, like how to make Internet Explore crash with a Java Script, or build his own web pages.
We hit it off again as friends. Ray and I used to go to Quang’s house regularly because he had a hot 15 years old sister. We were 14 years old at that time. So we went to Quang’s sister bedroom when we had a little “tour” of his house. (His parents had a home based business from the home)
“It smells so nice” I said.
“Yeah it’s my sister’s bedroom” said Quang
“Oh really” I said, and then jumped onto her bed and sprawled around.
“Dude, what the fuck?” said Quang.
“Sshhhhhhhh, this is where she sleeps” I got up and then Ray jumped onto the bed and sprawled, too.
“Okay, this is getting kinda creepy” said Quang.
“Hm, yeah right” I said before opening one of the drawers in her closet. Under wears and bras, everywhere. Dozens of them.
We all hovered around the drawer, looking at her undergarments with intense curiosity.
“Hmm okay, I’ll close it now” I said.
We went downstairs and saw his sister on the computer, back in the hey days with free dial up Internet. So hot. She was typing furiously on ICQ like a mad woman.
Quang introduced her to us.
“Nice to meet you” she said, smiling.
Only if she knew what we did moments earlier …