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decreaseNit cuddled next to Greg as the taxi sped down Soi 22 toward his house. Greg moved his face into Nit’s shining ebony hair and inhaled deeply her scent. She smelled of flowers, perfumes, and womanly hormones. He started getting hard at the thought of finally bedding Nit. Her body was warm and soft pressed up against him, and he had visions of Nit riding him like a jockey in a horse race. “The Cumfukme Derby” he thought with a smile at his mental joke. He hoped he hadn’t drunk so much he wouldn’t be able to perform. He’d only had that happen to him once in his life, and definitely hoped it wouldn’t be a problem tonight. When the driver had gotten to his building Greg directed him around to the other soi where the complex parking lot was, paid him, and helped Nit out of the back seat. They walked across the macadam lot to a side door, where Greg fumbling produced a key ring and unlocked the door. Neither of them noticed the tuk-tuk pull up on the street, nor heard the clicking whir of the automatic camera as it clicked away.
Greg guided Nit into the hallway within and walked over to the door of his condo, which was only a couple doors down the hall. Greg did know that the condo next to his belonged to a German guy, Andreas, and his Thai wife, who at the moment were out of town back in his home country. No problems there being seen. The other doorway across the hall though belonged to a nosy woman who worked for an NGO doing something or another in the slums of Bangkok. She was a Christian minister, and a strident opponent to Bangkok ’s seamy underbelly of sex, drugs, and barrooms. Greg had only met here a few times over the years during holiday pool parties held by the condo association. Greg knew her type from his younger days living back in the states, and he wanted nothing to do with her. He knew she was trying to do good for the poor people of the slums, but something about her holier than thou attitude and superior demeanor totally turned Greg off. He’d have to make sure she wasn’t around when he took Nit out the door later when she went home.
Somchai parked his tuk-tuk near the gaggle of moto-cyke taxi guys and whipped out his mobile phone, well, actually the boss’ mobile phone, and dialed. When his boss picked up he said, “This better be good Somchai. You woke me up.” Somchai winced at the thought he had inconvenienced his boss.
“Sorry boss, but you wanted me to follow Khun Greg. I thought you want to know. Now he take lady from bar and go back to apartment. Go in back door.”
“What? Apartment where?”
“Khun Greg’s apartment, boss.”
“What? You sure?”
“Sure boss. I sit outside now and wait. Okay?”
“Yes, you stay there and get some pics of her leaving. Understand? Boy, this kid ain’t too bright it seems. Did you get any shots of him with this bar lady?”
“Yes, boss. Get shots of them come from bar, and go inside apartment.”
“Excellent, Somchai, excellent! Stick with them, and make sure you find out the name for this girl, and where she lives.”
“I have problem, boss.”
“What’s that?”
“Apartment have two doors. I cannot watch both same. Have some moto taxi drivers here. I want pay one to watch this back door so I can watch front. This okay?”
“Sure Somchai. Do what you think best to cover them, but keep them covered. Just be cool with the expenses man. Have the motocyke guy follow the girl when she leaves. You stick with the farang, okay? And have the moto guy watch the front door. You stay in the back and watch for her to leave. He snuck her in that way, so he‘ll probably sneak her out that way. I want pics of her leaving Somchai. Get them!”
“Sure, boss. I understand. No problem.”
Somchai disconnected the phone, after waiting to hear his boss hang up of course, and, getting out of the tuk-tuk, went over to the taxi guys. He had heard them grumbling about his parking his tuk-tuk in their parking area while talking to the boss. Now he started chatting to the biggest of the scruffy lot and set up the job of watching for Greg and the lady inside with him. The guy had a mobile phone so Somchai gave him the number to his and told him to call him if/when a lady of the description he gave him exited the front door.
That finished, Somchai moved the tuk-tuk to a better vantage point for taking pictures of anyone leaving the door to the parking lot, and he settled in to wait. Somchai didn’t mind the waiting. He loved his job. He loved getting paid to sit around all day doing nothing much but watching and taking a few photographs now and then. Somchai thought he had the best job in all of .
The only problem he had with the job was that he had to stay awake.
(To be continued)
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