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Greg walked into the bathroom and used the urinal, groaning in pleasure as he emptied his full bladder of the rented beers. As he stood there he realized that he was getting pretty drunk. He usually never drank as much as he had this day. He mentally counted up his drinks and came to about 7 beers, a glass of wine, and two whiskeys for the day. This was much more than his usual consumption of two or three beers on a weekend night. Greg liked a glass of good whiskey or brandy on occasion, and a couple of beers on a weekend or maybe even a couple after work before dinner once in a while, but rarely did he ever get even close to being drunk. Tonight was something different. He wanted to get drunk. He wanted to forget about his wife Noi; about the incident at the hotel room, about the monies taken from the accounts, about his daughters being gone, even about Joy, who he knew was merely an infatuation and someone he used to relieve his sexual urges, a very pretty and sexy someone, but it wasn’t as though he were in love. After all, she was just a bargirl, and he her customer, when you got right down to it. Greg zipped up, sighing out loud as these thoughts crossed his mind wearing spiked golf shoes, and, stumbling a little, went back through the swinging bathroom door into the bar, his beer, and Nit.

As he walked over to his stool he noticed Nit and the Mamasan having a chat. Nit had another tequila shot sitting on the countertop in front of her, and there was an overturned shot glass sitting beside his beer he noticed.

“What’s this?” Greg asked the mamasan with a smile as he pointed to the shot glass by his beer mug.

“I buy for you, Gleg,” Mamasan said, grinning mischievously. “I win lottery this week! I want buy you dlink, okay?”

Greg laughed saying, “Sure! Congratulations! Thank you for the beer.”

She shook her head vigorously and said “No, no, no. Not buy beer! Buy Black for you. Johnnie Walker. Win big lottery. I buy good whiskey for you! I buy Black bottle. Give for all my fliends!”

Greg raised his beer in toast and said, “Well then. Thank you again, and, Chok dee krup!”

Nit, Mamasan and Greg clicked their glasses together in toast and drank. Nit sipped her Tequila and said something in Lao to Mamasan who smiled and drifted away back to the bar. Greg and Nit chatted some more and when Greg finished his beer Nit asked him how he wanted his ‘Black’. Greg told her, “On ice, please.” and she went and got his free whiskey for him.

The bar was closing up, already a bit later than the law required. The two farang still at the bar were leaving. It was after two a.m. Greg noticed from the clock over the bar. “Damn, time sure flies when you’re having fun.” he thought gloomily. He really just wanted to continue sitting at the bar and get drunk as a skunk while flirting with Nit. The night was ending.

Soon he’d go back to his house and lay there worrying about his problems.

Nit came back with his whiskey and saw he was “thinking too much” as the Thais say and started joking about with him, massaging his back while he sipped his whiskey and chased. She breathed lightly in his ear and whispered, “Greg, darling, tonight I no want sleep alone. Please come back to my house with me. I take good care for you, okay? I give a good massage for you. Help you no think too mutt.” Greg laughed lightly, turning toward her as she stood behind his stool. He looked at her and thought, “Damn! She is so sexy and pretty. I’d love to go to bed with her. Why not, really? Time to take advantage of my new found freedom and single status, at least for this one night. I really don’t want to spend this night alone. Who better to spend it with than Nit? You’ve always wanted to have sex with her. Here’s the chance!”

Greg put his arms around Nit and pulled her gently toward him, she nestling in between his legs and lightly running her fingernails up and down the outside of his thighs. Greg softly said to her, “I’d love that Nit. I want to stay with you tonight, but let’s go back to my house. I’ve left my phone there and need to have it just in case someone from work calls, or maybe even Noi. Okay?”

Nit smiled, then frowned, and said, “I not know, Gleg. What if someone see us, or maybe your wife come home?”

Greg hugged her, and murmured soothingly in her ear, “There’s a door to my house from the parking lot where we can go in.

No one will see us. And my wife won’t be coming back for a while, probably weeks, damn her. She’s at her parents’ house up north, hours from Bangkok. No problem Nit, really. Jing jing. (It’s true.)”

Greg knew he was drunk. He didn’t relish the idea of waking up in the morning hung over, lying on a mattress on the floor of some dingy small room, and he really did need to get his phone. He’d get Nit out of the house early, after they had some fun, through the side door where the security guard wouldn’t see her. The door was a keyed door to the small parking area with no guard or staff watching, and there was a moto-cyke taxi stand right across the street where she could grab a ride to her place later. Then he could get some sleep and deal with his problems later that afternoon, if Noi’s parents would let him talk with her that is.

Nit agreed, a bit reluctantly, but she said, “Okay. Up to you.” and grinning she went and took his chit cup to pay the bill, after adding up the sums and getting some baht from Greg.

Greg finished his whiskey, stood up from the stool, swaying slightly, and Nit came back, gave him his change, some of which he left on the change tray as a tip for the general staff, and some of which he slipped into Nit’s hand for a tip for her. Nit smiled and put it in her pocketbook; they said their goodbyes to the staff and stepped outside the bar and onto the sidewalk pavement. It was just beginning to sprinkle a bit once again so Greg waved down a taxi and ignored the beseeching cries of the moto-cyke and tuk-tuk drivers across the street. A blue and red taxi pulled up and Greg and Nit clambered in. Greg told the taxi driver in Thai where he wanted to go and said he’d show him where to stop the taxi when they arrived. The driver nodded wordlessly and took off down the street.

Neither Nit nor Greg had noticed the Thai man sitting in his tuk-tuk across the street and down a little way from them as he snapped off a few shots on a small 35mm camera with a telephoto lens. Nor did they see him start his three-wheeled vehicle and follow them down the soi. Somchai smiled to himself as he carefully tucked his boss’ camera on the seat next to him and roared off following the red and blue taxi. He couldn’t believe how stupid most farangs were.

“They all have brain like buffalo.” he thought to himself, as he putted down the soi keeping the taxi in sight.

(To be continued)

Cent
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