Non-Fiction

Ae had a complexion like a perfectly brewed cup of tea with a dash of cream. Her wide set eyes glinted darkly and mischievously above high warm cheekbones. Curled within her musical soft voice was a sexual power that would melt most other women into insignificant drag acts. Her small frame lacked any sharp angles. Despite very little body fat she was all feminine curves. At nineteen she seemed to have hit a peak and she gloried in her ability to own every man who glanced at her.

Boris stared with uncommon intensity at the naked women pulling items of cutlery out of their vaginas. “This is fucking great show! This woman here, the one with the big tits, she is very talented.”

A golden light the width of a stiletto blade creeps through the tiny gap between heavy dark orange curtains. The sliver of sun catches a thousand flecks of dust that glimmer like gems as they pass through and lands a slim illuminating beam on her golden skin. She shifts in her sleep. Her breast still moving a fraction of a second after she has changed position.

During all this week of unfaithfulness I feel so lonely. I'd love to talk things over with my only real friend, the wife.

I love cars but only when they can move. Bangkok is sitting in your car waiting for the traffic to move. Instead I look up and see large red digital numbers counting backwards from 180. People watching is a diversion because the radio stations suck.

I like Thai shopping malls. They offer a distraction and fulfill a need for adventure.

I conclude my late-night stroll and repay a karmic debt the next day.

She was a real beauty, not a 9+ but a real, solid 10. I could never get the pronunciation of her name quite right, so I will just call her "Bee". She was the number 2 show-girl in Queens Castle 1, in Patpong, and the number 1 show-girl was at the use-by date stage. Between these two women were split the various shows, razor blades, needles, ribbons, soda bottles, darts, and all of the rest.

A Ghost from previous employment haunts me. I haven’t always worked in the same place. I changed employment about 7 months ago, leaving a position where I had a lot of contact with many people, all of varied backgrounds and origins. Some of these people were memorable, some less so, and there were some who were absolutely unforgettable. One of the unforgettables, I remembered for her physical attributes; her oversize and excellently shaped breasts, crowned with what seemed to be permanently-erect nipples.

In which I have what turns out to be a moving and memorable experience that begins under the most unlikely of circumstances.

Late-night madness in the world's biggest open-air meat market.

What happens when a naive young man marries a bar girl on the rebound.

Touch-down Bangkok airport, gotta shitload of condoms, do The Deed, nail them all. In Bangkok, Isaan, Pattaya and on Samui.

When I'm 84 - will I be like him? Carried upstairs by too young ugly empty-eyed trembling pale Chinese whores? When I'm 84 - who will need me, who will feed me?

Oh my god, why did he ever start to listen to these desaster chicks. He knows too much now he never wanted to know. He needs a whiskey now. A whiskey and a stage, bouncing with nude things.