The Groin Tingling Allure of Evil Women

“Why are evil women so much more attractive than good ones?”

The traffic zoomed past in the street as we watched the late night Sukhumvit parade of women looking for men. Short skirts hugging slim thighs. Raucous laughter interspersed with seductions. Frank and I had been watching them for some time. It was beautiful to be sitting on the warm dirty street with food and beer and time on our side.

“I don’t know Frank...”

“One of the great mysteries of life. When I was young I always thought that one day I’d find the right woman. As I got older I realised that the last thing I wanted was the right woman. The only women worth knowing are the wrong ones.”

There was a girl sitting at a nearby street table on her own. She had short cropped black hair, heavy eye make-up and dark violet lipstick. She was making an unlit cigarette dance around her fingers as she stared out at the traffic and the whores. I found myself sinking into contemplation of her and she reminded me of someone I used to know.

“What’s up Turk? You look a bit distant.”

“Sorry Frank. Just something you said hit me.”

“Something I said or the cute girl at the next table.”

“Both. I think I need another beer. I have a sudden fear of getting sober.”

We ordered more beers and Frank offered a toast to evil women everywhere. “…And to never ever being left holding the baby.” He added.

We clinked bottles and I noticed with a little disappointment that the cool girl had been joined by a cool guy. A young Thai man in a sharp looking tailored jacket worn with blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He lit her cigarette and her dark lips broke into a dark smile as the cigarette came aglow between her lips.

“I knew this woman once,” said Frank. “Her name was Noi. Nothing outstanding in that. She used to work in the Darling bar. Do you remember the Darling bar? It was supposed to be haunted. Changed hands about nine times. This Noi. She really wasn’t that beautiful but she was fun to be with and she could really cook. One night I was with her. I was a little low on funds and she took me back to her room. It was in a small apartment building, don’t ask me what the soi’s called but you had to go up Soi 23 and keep turning corners to get there. She made this whole pot of tom yam. Best tom yam I ever tasted in my life. Just total perfection. We made love and it was beautiful. I mean… Whatever she lacked in beauty… She more than made up for it in skill. We went how many times I don’t know. I was young…”

“So we’re going back a few years then.”

Frank shot me a good natured filthy look and continued “Yeah… A good few years. The Darling bar got bought out in the late nineties lock stock and barrel. Anyway… We were all curled up together and she brings out the book of photographs from her life. She shows me a picture of her mum. She shows me a picture of her children who lived with her mum. Then she showed me a picture of her ex-husband drinking with her. Then there were pictures of her and her friends from the bar all glassy eyed and pissed. Then there was this picture of a man lying in a pool of blood. It looked like one of those pictures out of 191. The crime scene photos but in this one the man wasn’t dead. His face was all swollen and red and there was blood everywhere like butchers shop blood. And Noi looked at me as I looked at the picture. She said that because he used to beat her every day she stabbed him and threw acid in his face and while he was dying she took all these pictures.”

“Is that a true story Frank?”

“Cross my heart and swear to Satan. She was lucky because her uncle was someone high up in the police force.”

“Then why did she have to work in the Darling bar.”

“Not everyone who works in the bar works in the bar because they have to.”

I looked at the couple at the next table. I wondered if she had it in her to throw acid in her boyfriend’s face at some point. I figured not. They were probably just nice middle class kids posing and hanging out with the dirty farang and the whores.

“Think one of us’ll end up like that?” I said.

“Like what?”

“Lying on the ground bleeding to death while some mad bitch takes photos.”

“Nah… See that’s a crime of passion. I don’t think any woman would ever be that passionate about me.”

“Don’t put yourself down… I’ll bet there’s a hundred crazy women out there just dying to throw acid in your face.”

“Cheers. And actually, come to think of it, I can think of at least one girl who might quite happily torture you to death. That crazy girl you used to know. What was her name?”

“… She wasn’t crazy.”

“Maybe not but you knew who I meant straight away.”

“I was just thinking of her a few minutes ago. You never met her did you?”

“No… What really happened between you two?”

“Come on. I know you read it all.”

“Yeah. But that was while it was all still going on. What really happened? Eric told me she smashed up your computer. Bob told me she didn’t do anything but you put it about that she had a contract out on you because you were trying to sell that book. Richard even told me there was some dead farang girl involved. What really happened? ”

“Really? I don’t know. I only know half the story. When I find out the other half I’ll write it all down. Maybe I’ll publish in some big fat novel using fake names.”

“Like Turk Fist?”

“What are you talking about? Turk Fist is my real name.”

“Yeah… And my name is Frank.”

“It is now.”

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