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Greg poured out his day’s troubles to Nit, finishing his drink and buying Nit and himself another round. As he talked to her she massaged his forearms and biceps, while making all the appropriate sounds of sympathy and understanding. Greg started feeling much better, less tense and upset, calmer, as they talked.

“This is just what I needed tonight.” he thought to himself with a mental sigh.

The beers relaxed him and took his mind off his problems. He knew he really should go home, but the thought of laying in his bed in his empty house, with the whirling thoughts of his problems, present and future, torturing his soul while sleep eluded him as the maelstrom of flashing mind pictures of the day’s events bore down on him just filled him with a black dread. An overwhelming sense of depression threatened to sweep him into the void of severe mental anguish. He didn’t want to be alone. Not now. Not just yet. He thought about calling Joy, he even reached to his hip for his mobile phone, but realized he had left it somewhere. His belt was empty of his phone. He tried to think of where he last had it, and thought he had tossed it on the sofa earlier when he had made himself the whiskies. Damn!

He needed to talk to her soon and see how she was doing, but somehow now the urgency just wasn’t there. He really didn’t want to talk with her. Not now. She was part of his problem, the focus of the storm surrounding him and his life, the temptation that had drawn him into a weekly tryst that had now shattered his life. It wasn’t her fault he knew, but somehow he was loathe to blame himself for it all at the moment.

He still couldn’t really believe what had happened to him today, and the fact that his wife Noi had hired a fucking private investigator to follow him and spy on him infuriated him and made his blood boil. It pissed him off no end. To think some guy had been watching him, stalking him, following his every move, made him somewhat sick to his stomach. He felt violated, his privacy was something he held dear, and to think a stranger, some twat getting paid to check up on him, with his own money in reality it occurred to him as this crossed his mind. That someone had been watching him for what, days, weeks, gave him shivers up his spine and brought a flush to his face. He wanted to kill his goddamned wife. He’d never been so angry in his life. He wondered exactly how long he had been being watched. His jaws clenched and his teeth grated as he felt momentarily ill at the thought.

Nit had moved behind him and was massaging his neck and shoulders expertly.

“Jai yen yen, Greg.” she murmured lightly in his ear, “Jai yen yen, darling. You are too tight in neck and back. Let me help you. Shhhhhhh. Relax.”

Nit was a wonder. Here tiny hands had a strength that belied her extremely small size. Greg sat numb under her ministrations and ordered another round for them.

Nit barked some Lao at another lady and almost instantly another beer appeared in front of him, along with a small plate of fried salted peanuts. Another chit appeared in the green cup as if by magic. The waitress grinned at Greg, a sultry warm look fraught with sexual heat and warm brown come-hither eyes, placed her surprisingly cool smooth palm on his cheek, and said to Nit, “Law.” (Handsome man).

Nit growled low something menacing, with a certain feline-cat with a mouse-possessiveness, and sent her on her way.

“Why was it,” he thought, “that these sexy beautiful ladies always sounded so harsh and coarse when they spoke Lao to each other?” To Greg it always sounded like they were arguing when the bar girls chatted to each other in Lao.

Suddenly electricity filled the moist warm air of the beer bar. The drunken farang boiler room workers were up off their stools and posturing menacingly. Macho flexing and chest puffing ensued, heated foul words were exchanged, slurred actually, and it looked for a moment that blows were to be exchanged. One guy in particular, a small runty guy, was spouting off furiously and incessantly toward the other two guys some severe bullshit and abuse. The little fucker seemed to be clueless as to how much larger the guys he was yelling at were.

“Looks like the little bastard wants to go at it.” Greg thought to himself, “What an arrogant mouthy little prick he is!”

Greg noticed that what he had thought before, that the four guys were together, was wrong. The little guy was with another average sized guy. The other two guys, one a pretty large and tough looking chap, were together. Seems like the two groups had just been sitting next to each other, probably arguing drunkenly all night about some stupid shit or another, until the booze and lack of brains finally got the better of them and a full scale fight had nearly erupted. The little guy was really annoying Greg. He was very cocky and nasty, definitely the provocateur.

Greg had started to rise from his stool behind the counter which was between himself and Nit and the bar proper. Nit grabbed his shoulders and forced him gently back onto the stool, saying, “No Greg. Sit here. Mamasan will take care. You stay.”

She left Greg and charged over, all four foot and eight inches of her, and started yelling at the farangs to be “Jai yen yen“, and to sit down and drink their beers and have sanuk.

The big fellow with the other guy seemed about to explode into certain violence toward the smaller loudmouth, and the little guy seemed either to want to provoke him to blows, or was totally oblivious to the effect his words were having and the imminent danger he was in. Quickly the ladies working the bar were on the protagonists and excitedly chattering calming phrases while holding each man’s arms and standing en mass between the two groups, effectively blocking any possible fight, unless one of the idiots wanted to push through the gang of bar girls to get to the others. Not something that would be a really smart move in Greg’s experience. These ladies could be tigresses, and should never be taken lightly where violence was involved. Greg had witnessed a few of these types of bar altercations over the years. These little ladies could be quite effective and down right savage when provoked.

The girls managed to get the big guy and his buddy seated once again at the bar, though with a couple stools in between them and the other two guys. They almost had the little guy back on his stool, but he popped back up like a jack-in-the-box and charged back over, shouting obscenities and shaking his fist towards them.

Mamasan finally exploded into action, rushed over to the small fool, and, grabbing him by the necktie, took his chit cup, thrust it in his face and said, “You pay now. You go! Not come back tonight! You mao mahk. (Very drunk) Pay and go! NOW!”

She turned to the little jerk’s buddy and said to him, “You go too! Pay bill. Take you fliend and go!”

A rather large Thai man had sauntered into the bar from outside on the Soi 22 side of the bar and was standing a few feet behind Mamasan with his arms folded across his chest, bouncing slightly and lightly on the balls of his feet, looking physically competent yet a bit bored by the scene before him. The two being ousted saw him, sheepishly threw the required baht on the bar, and headed for the exit, not without a few loud remarks from the little guy though, who seemed to be totally enraged. The large Thai man walked behind them as they left and stood near Greg’s stool and watched the two farang stagger off down the soi. He glanced at Greg, who smiled at him, and Greg cracked a joke in Thai about the little guy having the brains of a water buffalo, and the balls to match, which made the big Thai guy laugh and shake his head as he disappeared to where ever he had been before.

Nit and the ladies were all chattering away and laughing. The other two guys sat back on their stools to their beers and talked loudly and laughed. The tension broke and it was once again party time in The Denny Corner Bar in the Big Mango, Washington Square, Bangkok.

Mamasan rang the bell over the bar and bought drinks for Greg and the two guys left at the bar, and for all the girls, who raised a raucous cry and cheer and bellied up to the bar for their free drinks. Nit brought over another beer for Greg and a shot of tequila for herself, sans condiments of lime and salt. Nit raised her glass to Greg in toast, said “Chok dee ka!” (Good luck) and slugged the tequila shot down like the pro she was.

Greg watched her, “Chok dee krupped” her back, and took a healthy pull on his brew. He looked at Nit and thought once again how he’d love to get into her pants. He always had had a thing for her. She was so tiny, yet totally in proportion for her height and weight, and even at the ripe old age, by Thai standards, of 38 years old she still was an eyeful and sexy as all hell. Her tiny rounded ass drove Greg to daydreams, almost wet daydreams. Greg felt a stirring in his loins and smiled a thin smile at himself. Even after all the horrid shit he’d been through today he still had visions of little Nit in his bed. Nit smiled at him and started rubbing his arms and chatted away about the recent events.

Greg excused himself and got up to go the men’s room to take a piss. He staggered a little once on his feet, startling himself a bit, and went to the hong nam (bathroom) to pee.

(To be continued)

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)