up it was a whole different story and she was a very different person. It always ended badly, but such relationships typically do.
She separated from the group and pushed her way through the crowd. She was all perfect white teeth and waving arms as she got close to him. The people standing near to him moved away to avoid getting hit by her flying hands. June threw her bangle-adorned arms around Carl’s neck and kissed him on both cheeks. The dress she was wearing was loose and shiny with a very low back that showed the top of her bottom. Maybe there was a sale on, thought Carl, remembering the dress the young Russian girl had been wearing in the club. When June leaned forward to kiss him he could see all the way down to her little G-string and bare buttocks.
“Carl, you bastard, where’ve you been? I was worried the gangsters had got you,” she said in perfect English.
“Not gangsters, it was the police that got me,” he replied over the noise.
“They are worse! You’re joking, right?”
“Yes, only joking. They haven’t got me yet.”
“You should be careful. You make me worry all the time,” she said with a frown that gave her dimples.
“How are you?” Carl asked her.
“Mad as hell you horrible person. Where have you been for the last year? I’ve been so lonely.” She followed this up with a punch to his chest.
“I heard you had some old Hungarian man buying you diamonds and flying you first class to Paris and London for long weekends.”
“What do you expect me to do? You’ll never marry me,” she said pouting.
“That is the story of my life June, I like to have rich friends but I can’t really afford them.”
She had got closer to him as the conversation progressed so Carl could hear her above the music. He could feel her warm breath in his ear and her breasts pushed up against him.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, breathing right into his ear.
She said goodbye to her friends while Carl paid his bill. Somehow, her Champagne cocktails had been added to his bill even though she had not been standing anywhere near him when she had been sipping them. Carl had always wondered how they managed to do that with such efficiency in a country where it takes a week to change a light bulb. They left by the back door even though it wasn’t really necessary. Carl took her that way because it always made her happy to show people that he was different.
They were in the car driving towards Carl’s place. The roads were empty and Bangkok was a good place to be in the early hours of the morning. If you can be home by four in the morning and never go out until ten at night then Bangkok is probably an ideal place to live. The empty roads and the cooler night air made the Porsche a pleasure to drive. The air-cooled engine purred and roared along Sukhumvit Road. All the girls loved the passenger seat of the red Porsche.
June had taken her shoes off and had her feet tucked under her. Her head was resting on his left arm and bouncing every time he changed gear. Carl could see down the front of her dress and it looked very good. It was nice, comfortable and warm. They had been very good together once, for a while.
“Why can’t we be together?” she asked him.
“What about your Hungarian?” Carl asked back.
“He’s not important. He’s in the business of money, financial markets, something like that, you know the type. My friends call him Sashimi, cold fish. I am lonely and bored Carl, all those money guys are the same, no warmth, too serious and always working. I am happy when I’m with you. I like how you make me feel. I never get bored when we’re together.”
“We tried it June, remember? It is all happy and wonderful until one day you can’t have a two hundred thousand baht handbag or a first class ticket to Europe. Then the trouble starts.”
“I don’t want anybody else. I don’t care how
She separated from the group and pushed her way through the crowd. She was all perfect white teeth and waving arms as she got close to him. The people standing near to him moved away to avoid getting hit by her flying hands. June threw her bangle-adorned arms around Carl’s neck and kissed him on both cheeks. The dress she was wearing was loose and shiny with a very low back that showed the top of her bottom. Maybe there was a sale on, thought Carl, remembering the dress the young Russian girl had been wearing in the club. When June leaned forward to kiss him he could see all the way down to her little G-string and bare buttocks.
“Carl, you bastard, where’ve you been? I was worried the gangsters had got you,” she said in perfect English.
“Not gangsters, it was the police that got me,” he replied over the noise.
“They are worse! You’re joking, right?”
“Yes, only joking. They haven’t got me yet.”
“You should be careful. You make me worry all the time,” she said with a frown that gave her dimples.
“How are you?” Carl asked her.
“Mad as hell you horrible person. Where have you been for the last year? I’ve been so lonely.” She followed this up with a punch to his chest.
“I heard you had some old Hungarian man buying you diamonds and flying you first class to Paris and London for long weekends.”
“What do you expect me to do? You’ll never marry me,” she said pouting.
“That is the story of my life June, I like to have rich friends but I can’t really afford them.”
She had got closer to him as the conversation progressed so Carl could hear her above the music. He could feel her warm breath in his ear and her breasts pushed up against him.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, breathing right into his ear.
She said goodbye to her friends while Carl paid his bill. Somehow, her Champagne cocktails had been added to his bill even though she had not been standing anywhere near him when she had been sipping them. Carl had always wondered how they managed to do that with such efficiency in a country where it takes a week to change a light bulb. They left by the back door even though it wasn’t really necessary. Carl took her that way because it always made her happy to show people that he was different.
They were in the car driving towards Carl’s place. The roads were empty and Bangkok was a good place to be in the early hours of the morning. If you can be home by four in the morning and never go out until ten at night then Bangkok is probably an ideal place to live. The empty roads and the cooler night air made the Porsche a pleasure to drive. The air-cooled engine purred and roared along Sukhumvit Road. All the girls loved the passenger seat of the red Porsche.
June had taken her shoes off and had her feet tucked under her. Her head was resting on his left arm and bouncing every time he changed gear. Carl could see down the front of her dress and it looked very good. It was nice, comfortable and warm. They had been very good together once, for a while.
“Why can’t we be together?” she asked him.
“What about your Hungarian?” Carl asked back.
“He’s not important. He’s in the business of money, financial markets, something like that, you know the type. My friends call him Sashimi, cold fish. I am lonely and bored Carl, all those money guys are the same, no warmth, too serious and always working. I am happy when I’m with you. I like how you make me feel. I never get bored when we’re together.”
“We tried it June, remember? It is all happy and wonderful until one day you can’t have a two hundred thousand baht handbag or a first class ticket to Europe. Then the trouble starts.”
“I don’t want anybody else. I don’t care how
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