One Sunny Night

Sunny had thighs that could crack a walnut, a hazelnut, two brazil nuts and possibly a can of Heineken. She had a wide mad-person’s smile and eyes that had possibly looked into the abyss once or twice too often for safety, but few men seemed bothered. She grew her fine hair long and danced groin first on a stage that might cause vertigo in a sane person but the bar scene favours the mad and Sunny was beautifully insane.

I remember the first conversation she ever had with me. She talked about how her dad liked to kill things. I was having a beer at the end bar and she took one look at the pigeons picking at the remains of a chicken carcass and told me how he would have killed these pigeons just as he killed ducks and rats and worms. Once, when he was drunk, he’d grabbed and strangled her puppy before going to sleep as if it was no big deal. She didn’t like her dad much. One day she was going to kill him. And on telling me that she was going to kill him she laughed a mad-person’s laugh.

I smiled and moved my seat a little further away from hers.

“You like me or not?” She said.

“I think you’re swell. Fantastic. A right little cracker. Now, if you’ll forgive me, there’s drinking to be done.”

She laughed a little less madly and draped her arms round my neck before gently nibbling on my earlobes. I suppose I should have swatted her away with complaints about what such behaviour might do to my standing in the Thai community but I settled back and let the ear nibbling continue and become neck muzzling. Suddenly she gave me a sharp little bite.

“Ow… What the fuck was that for?”

She just laughed and said “Man kiaw. Tonight I come back with you yes?”

“Why?”

“I like you. I want fucking with you.” And then she laughed again…

Thing was, as much as I try to make it sound otherwise, I was hot as hell for her and had been since I first saw her spinning around a pole leaning backwards like some rubber spined alien. I was intoxicated by her closeness and the touch of her insane lips against my cheek.

“Okay… You talked me into it.”

She came back to my apartment and during the whole trip back her eyes were darting about like some worried rodent looking out for predators it might have to gnaw to death. Once in my room she made for the bed and jumped up and down on it like a child getting a trampoline for Christmas.

“Would you like something to drink?” I said.

“You have Fanta?”

“Uh… No… I’m fresh out but I could order some.”

“Yes… Please. I like Fanta.”

“You are over eighteen right?”

She looked at me as if I was crazy “I Twenty Four.” Then she laughed still bouncing a little from the ripple effect of the bed. “I working bar for seven year already. If I’m eighteen I start when I’m nine.”

“Eleven.”

She tilted her head with a canine sparkling grin “Yes. Why you smart.”

“I went to night classes.”

She jumped off the bed and threw her arms round me and kissed me deeply with her tongue lashing against my tonsils. Within minutes we were tangled up in a mess of naked limbs; squeezing this way and that way in an attempt to somehow join into one Turk-Sunny mutant that could never be separated.

Lying inside her trying to mask the breath shortening effect of our union some minutes later I kissed her forehead and hoped we could stay like this for a few hours. This is basically the romantic in me. In response to my show of affection she bit into my shoulder and sucked hard when she pulled away there was a big scarlet mark.

“Now everyone know you have girlfriend.”

“Great.” I said. I thought it was great. She was cute and sexy and mildly sadistic. Maybe she was a bit crazy and a bit childlike but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. So I went to sleep.

When I woke up it was still black as night in my room. Sunny punched me “Hey. Why you sleep?”

“I must have dropped off.”

“You no sleep. I want make you same my boyfriend.”

“How’s that?”

She leaned across the bed, switched on my bedside lamp and started ferreting around in her handbag. She pulled out a flick-knife and turned it in front of me before the blade shot open. It was only about four inches long but it had a nasty looking serrated edge.

“What’s that for?”

She smiled a high eyebrow wide smile. Her hair was falling across one side of her face and her eyes were wide wide wide. She looked at the blade as if it was a glittering diamond sparkling in her eyes. Then she opened her palm and without much thought she half closed her eyes and quickly cut herself across the palm. Her breathing became heavy with the pain but the way she was holding herself made it look like the pain was also a kind of ecstasy to her.

“What the fuck…”

She opened her eyes wide again and wiped the blood from her palm in my face talking rapidly in Thai that I couldn’t catch… Well... As if to make absolutely clear she said the word in English. “Drink… Drink.”

She made a fist of the palm and looking like she was about to pass out she clenched the fist until blood was dripping from it.

“Drink luat.”

“It’s okay… I’m fine.”

She pushed the bloody palm in my face again and I felt the coppery taste of blood on my lips… I realised that she was even crazier than I’d thought so I pretended to drink a little bit of her blood by making noises with my own saliva with my lips pressed hard against the wound. This seemed to satisfy her. She was still holding the serrated edge knife in her other hand so I didn’t want to fuck her off. Finally she seemed to think she had made me her boyfriend and she went to the bathroom to clean up.

I wiped my face and spat into a tissue making a mental note to use hotel rooms rather than bringing women back to my apartment.

The next day she went back to her room and I went to the northern bus terminal to go and stay with a friend in Surin for a few weeks. I’m a coward like that.

When I came back she was with another man and didn’t even talk to me until, six months later, she came up and sat with me at the exact same spot in the end bar and she showed me pictures of the man she was going to live with in . He had a big dog, a bigger car and a large spacious looking house in a pleasant looking village.

Several years later I met her outside the Thermae with a group of friends. She avoided my eye at first telling her friend, who was also an old friend of mine, that she was embarrassed about talking to me; that when she knew me she’d been a bit crazy and not a mother like she was now. I said it was okay. This was a long time ago. People change. But then she fixed me with the same mad-person look as if we could just take up where we’d left off and I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I bought a large bottle of Saeng Som for the table and had one more drink before making my excuses and leaping in a tuk tuk.

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