Ansel picked up the cup and took a sip. He savored the flavor before setting it down.
"If we're going to talk about your mentor, we have to bring up his women. When it comes to them, we can't skip over the first one.
"I recall that she was a widow. On a dark, windy night, he climbed over the wall and saw a woman in the bath. When he lunged at her, she tried to yell, but he covered her mouth to silence her.
"As she struggled, he forced himself on her. After the intimate encounter, he conquered her, and they ended up as a couple after that."
With that, Ansel chuckled and raised his cup again, taking another sip of his drink.
Then, he asked, "Do you have anything else you're curious about? Feel free to ask. He has many women, and I know all of them. I'm here to spill the beans, but you can't let him know that I told you anything."
Matthew looked at Ansel in a daze, noticing how the wrinkles on his old face deepened into lines when he smiled.
Matthew felt speechless. "Are you saying that my mentor sexually assaulted a widow? He wouldn't stoop that low, right?"
Ansel cleared his throat and earnestly said, "That's beside the point. I just want to emphasize how cool he was. Even though he forced himself on the widow, she ended up falling head over heels for him."
Matthew remarked in exasperation, "So when my mentor pursued the widow, were you following him? How else would you know all the details?"
Ansel twitched his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He grabbed the cup and chugged down all his coffee. After recomposing himself, he grumbled, "I didn't follow along, but I bet my story is pretty close. I think that's how it went."
Matthew was at a loss for words. "I wanted to know more about my mentor, and you made up stories about his romantic history. If you're just going to say things like that, I might as well just read a novel."
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