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[Nemisis]

Chapter 18 €“ Anastasia & King Kong

It started to piss down again, and I was getting soaked just going to the toilet, but passing the closest bar to the toilet I noticed what I thought was the cashier sitting at her post giving me the eye as I walked past.  So I thought it would be handier to sit there, because of the rain, and then I could get a closer look at this creature, plus she was playing pretty good music.

So I moved there to give her a closer inspection, and boy was she fit, 33-years-old, tall, wearing a tight white flowery cat suit, with a figure of an hour glass, blond hair and wore glasses, and had the face of Anastasia.  In fact she was the spitting image of Anastasia, and one of the most beautiful women I had ever came across anywhere in the world, as far as my taste in women was concerned.

One of the staff was going to take my order, when she stopped her from doing so, and got up to personally take my order, which I got us both a drink.  She introduced herself as the owner of the bar, and told me she was married to a German, who was back in Germany.  She asked me why did I move to her bar, and I told her it was closest to the toilet and she was playing good music.  I didn't want to tell her I was dying to get my tongue up between her legs, or show any kind of interest, which I normally do, I rather let it all come my way.

So she got out a couple of boxes of CD's asking me what was good and what was not for farang's, and kinda asked me to do DJ.  I guess she just did that to keep me in the bar, and as she told me she had a husband, I lost a bit of interest thinking she was a no-go area, but at the same time I couldn't take my eyes off her while I was foaming at the mouth.

She had a few customers' sitting at her bar, and I didn't think anything of it, as she sat with me and got me a few drinks, while writing bills for the other customers, until two guys sat down at the other end of the bar, and called her over.  She spoke with them for a moment, then came straight back to me saying, "Sorry Paul...those guys ask me did I go with customers, but I told them I was with you, hope you don't mind!"

Well come on Paul, if that's not a hint, nothing is, and it's being handed to you on a silver platter.  As we drank and chatted a few more hours, she gets a phone call from her husband on her mobile; she walks away from the noise of the bar and seemed to be arguing with him for 15 minutes.  Then she came back all pissed off, "What an asshole!  Every time he's calling me, blaming me on fucking around, while he's over there in Germany"  "Well I can't blame him.  You are such a beautiful lady...I would die for a woman like you"  "Really?  You think so hmmmmm?  Right.  Let's get out of here...where are we going Paul?"

She took a few thousand baht out of the cashier drawer, and off we went to paint the town red.  For a laugh I took her to the King Kong Bar Soi 6, blow jobs were all over the place, at the bar, and on the sofas.  When her eyes got used to the dark, it was a bit of a shocker realizing what was going on, and she was clinging on to me like her life was in danger.  She was too shy to look directly, but I could tell she was excited, trying to look by the corner of her eyes, or a quick glance over her shoulders.  As 4-5 guys had their cocks out getting BJ's or a wank.

"Paul I never knew this went on in Pattaya."  I made a joke of the whole thing, and she felt a bit at ease.  We must have stayed there an hour and a half, watching unsuspecting punters coming in, ordering a drink, and getting their cock tugged on, before the drink was served.  We would watch for that shocked expression on the punters' faces when it happened, and have a good laugh.

I thought she had to go to the toilet, and was afraid to go, because she was wriggling her pear shaped ass on the bar stool and opening and closing her knees, as if she was dieing to go.  "You need to go to the toilet?"  "No, no I'm Ok!"  Later she told me she came twice just sitting there on the stool.  She then asked me where I was staying, and said we should go there for a quite drink.  Well there was no doubt where this was going.

Stopped for a drink at the hotel bar, where we met up with Welsh Paul and his girl from Soi 3, he was going to tell me that the little bottom lip sucker was dieing to see me, but when he saw who I was with, he didn't bother as there was no competition.  Half way down the drink we ordered, it started to piss down again, when she whispered in my ear, "Well it looks like I'm staying with you tonight, I can't go home in that."  "No of course you can't girl."  "Let's go to your room now!  Leave the drink."

We went into reception for the key, where the night manager and the receptionist were both guys, and asked her for her ID.  So for a laugh I said very strongly, "How dare you ask my wife for her ID, do you think she's a prostitute?"  "Oh no sir!  Vely solly," and they apologized to her, about which she laughed her head off about it, and hit the room.

I still think to this day about her peeling off that tight cat suit, revealing a body that was built in heaven.  She hadn't had sex for over three months, so she was a right animal, and we made love for 6 hours, eventually falling asleep long after the sun came up.    

Anastasia got up around 4pm to go home and change for the bar that night; leaving me thinking I have to get a ladyboy tonight for a change.  I met Welsh Paul in the pool with his NOW girlfriend.  I asked him what was he doing tonight, he just said he was taking it easy and was staying in with his €˜precious' tonight.  So I thought that was it for him, looks like he died with his boots on.

Later that evening I set off on the hunt down Soi Diana.  I had just turned the corner to walk up the second road towards Soi 8, when I noticed a pretty little thing across the road in the Heineken Beer Bar.  I shot over to take a better look, and sure enough it was a LB called Bom, and I chatted with her over a couple of drinks, when she started to beg me to take her back to the room.  Well I thought that was handy, I'll have that for back up.

Instead of heading to Soi 8, I changed my mind and went to Soi Yamato to call on a friend, the owner of the €˜Boomerang bar,' she had been recently been made a widow, her husband, a Norwegian, died the year before.  She owned two bars/guesthouses in Soi Yamato, a karaoke bar in Soi Bukhaow, and the Boomerang bar in Soi 7.  She was a bit lonely and hit the drink a bit to get over her loss.

I would tell her off about the drink, and cheer her up when I could.  This is where I met Bob, a professor of English literature, Oxford University.  He was telling me he had a shooting team, was a man short, and the end of the year there was a competition in Tiffany's, with teams from all over the world.  I told him a few yarns while drinking with him, and as he realized I had a military background, he invited me the next day to Tiffany's, to let off a few rounds, to see if I was any good.

So we were having a good old session, when the owner thought it would be a good idea to go to her bar in Soi 7, as she just got a phone call form the cashier there was a problem with a drunken customer.  So Bob, his girlfriend, and I piled into her car, and we went to Soi 7, where I intervened, as I was accustomed to running a bar.  I managed to solve the problem nice and diplomatic like, and all was happy.

"Paul I need a man like you!"  The owner said as she knocked back her drink, "No I not look for wife anymore.  I had enough from my wife before, and anyway, you're my good friend."  I felt sorry for her as she now had to run all these businesses on her own.  "Well Paul...you and Bob must look for me a good husband.  Same same you naa."  Bob turned and said we would look for a good man for her.

So I thought I had no chance of encountering a LB for the night, and was in a shagged out mode anyway, so I thought I'd just take it easy tonight, and just go with the flow, as I was in good company.  Then the owner and Bob took it into their heads to move over to her karaoke bar in Soi Buakhaow.  We all piled into the car again and headed there, all the way Bob and I had our hearts in our throats, with her driving pissed, and I was sure she couldn't drive very well sober, but we got there in one piece, JUST.

Now Soi Bukhaow in those days had a bad reputation.  Half the street was built up with proper buildings, the other half was full of make-shift, temporary bamboo shacks made into little restaurants, bars, and karaoke bars.  This is where the drug dealers, gangsters, and thieves hung out.  Out of place farangs were regularly robed there, and not a week went by that there was some one shot, and at the weekends it was like gun fight at the OK Corral, over an argument in a karaoke bars.  So you had to be a bit extra careful when you ventured in that street.  It still happens today but the area has moved to the third road, and beyond.  Pattaya keeps building up and out, so that bad area keeps moving outward.

Her bar was in a proper shop house that she owned, but the bar was partnered to a cop, which was on Bob's shooting team.  This worked fine, as she never got raided, while the other bars on either side of her were regularly raided and closed down.

As usual, upon entering the place it was quite dark, and full of Thais singing away like banshees.  So we grabbed a table and opened a bottle of Johnny Walker, shortly after two cops came in, one of them being the partner.  He took his tunic off and joined us in his t-shirt, while the other looked on.

In the dark someone caught my eye, sitting in the company of eight, but I could barely make her out until she got up to sing, where there was a spotlight, but I still couldn't figure out if it was a GG or LB, even by her voice when she sang, but she looked fine.  Anyway Bob gets up and sings something like "I did it my way," and nearly made me fall asleep.  After he finished, they all egged me on to go up and sing as well.  I had a bit of a buzz on with the drink, so I thought why not, I was asking, "Have you got this?"  "Nope!"  "Have you got that?"  "Nope!"  "Ahh fuck it...lets have a Thai song then."

So I selected a song, one of the few I used to sing with my band in my 747 bar in Soi 2, and one that I could sing right through.  The DJ thought he didn't hear me right, "You can sing a Thai song?"  "Yep!"  "Sure?"  "Listen, get the music on and give me that bloody mike."  So I got up and started to blast out this Thai song, and the whole mood of the place changed from a dark moody love song atmosphere, to a €˜let's rock the joint,' with all the Thai's clapping and laughing, and joining in at the chorus, as it was that type of song.

They seemed to be a bit gob-smacked at the fact that, not only were we two of the few farangs that would venture into their places, but for one of them to get up and sing one of their own songs, absolutely delighted them.  I guess I did pretty good, as after I sat down again, it looked like everyone in the bar came over to me and bought me a drink, and gave me a pat on the back.

And of course the pretty thing I had my eye on came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek saying, "Well done!  First time I see farang do that."  Now this is my chance to have a chat with her, and the fact that she kissed me meant she wasn't with a boyfriend.  Now all I have to do is find out if she is P4P, and gender.  So I asked her to sit with me and help me drink all the drink that was bought for me, as it was now around 4am, and I will soon have to go back to the hotel.

She told me she was up on holiday with the friends she was with, and that she worked in a family business in Bangkok, in real-estate.  So that was the P4P out of the way, the next thing is she a LB or GG, and is she game to go with me.  I thought I had no chance, so I was just ready to leave, telling Bob I would meet up with him tomorrow for the shooting, when thank god Bob turned to her and said, "Aren't you going with Paul"  "He didn't ask me yet"  "I didn't think you would go with me.  Do you want to?"  "Yes why not...but we must not leave together.  I don't want my friends to know I go with farang."  So I told her when she was ready, to leave alone, and I would follow a minute or so later.

Five minutes later she said farewell to her mates, and walked out the door, I followed a minute later after saying goodbye to the company I was in.  She was standing outside, and we strolled up to my hotel in Soi Diana.  On the way I asked, "Sorry but are you a LB?"  Her smiling face turned to a frown, "Shit I knew this was going to happen"  "No problem!  I like LB's"  "REALLY?!"  "Oh yes sweetheart"  Well that's Ok then.  We're not going to have any problems now!" Her frown turned back into a big smile, grabbed my arm, and continued walking with a spring in her step.

Walked into reception to pick up my key, and of course the gay night manager and receptionist are there, but they dare not ask for ID this time, but they were giving her a good look over, and started to laugh.  They knew rightly what she was, but did I know.  So I looked at her and looked at them and said, "Yes!  I hope you two guys are happy now," and they just burst out with a roar of laughter.  "Yes, yes sir...we vely vely happy...why not.  Enjoy sir."  Well said.

We got into the room she was a bit shy at first, but I managed to get the animal out of her, and we both had a great time.  She told me she had one more day and then she had to go back to Bangkok, so I asked her did she want to hang out with me for another day, and she was delighted.
             
So the next day Welsh Paul is in the pool, with his girlfriend chillin' so we both went over to see how he was doing.  I told him we were going shooting at Tiffany's, and did he want to come along, but he said they just wanted to hang out by the pool.  Miss Karaoke and I hopped on a baht bus and went up to Tiffany's, where we met up with Bob, two cops, and an English guy called Chris.  We had our own little competition, and it turned out that I was the best shot.  Then we all headed back to the Boomerang bar later that afternoon, had a few beers, and had a laugh while I told a few yarns of the old days.

The guy Chris was well off, shitting money, and a great laugh.  He was telling me he had a penthouse in London, where he would regularly throw S&M/Bukkake orgies, which he was well into.  He was planning to open a VIP S&M club in London, and a porn site on the subject, which he did a little while later.  It turned out he was quite successful with it.

Bob and I tried to match him up with the widowed owner of the bar, but he was into a woman that could take on ten guys cumming all over her face, and liked to wear PVC and rubber.  He kept on and on at me, "Paul you must come over to my place...I'll put you up...Then we can go to this VIP club I'm starting."  So I turn to Bob and said, "Do you go to his place?"  "No way!  I know Chris for years and never rang his bell in all that time.  He's too kinky for me...and the club he's talking about is 1,000 pounds sterling just to walk through the door and you have to come dressed in a PVC or rubber suit."  I had to laugh and said, "No way Chris, Bob doesn't do it I won't.  Anyway I can't afford it, and I got nothing in Rubber or PVC"  "Ahk come on Paul, it will cost you nothing.  I have a shit load of gear, whips, chain, handcuffs, the lot...I'm sure I got something that will fit you.  Just get you ass over...that's all."

"Chris if any fuckers took a whip to me I'll knock them through the fucking window...but thanks for the offer!"  Bob and I were still trying to match Chris up with the widow, but he wasn't going that way, and when Chris went to the toilet, Bob pulled me to one side and said, "Say nothing Paul!  But every time we come here, I rarely see him with anyone.  Although he takes normally two a night, I think he's got a dark secret"  "What do you mean Bob?  What dark secret?"  "Well to be honest...I think he's into Ladyboys, and doesn't want me to find out."

Well fuck my old boots, Bob is sitting here telling me this, while Miss Karaoke is sitting beside me, has spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon with him, and he hasn't copped on yet.  If Chris was into LB's, then why hasn't he copped on?  When I looked at her, I could see she was biting her lip to keep the laughter in.

Around 6pm Miss Karaoke and I headed back to my hotel, to shower and freshen up a bit, and decided we would just have dinner tonight, as we had been drinking all day, and she had to go back to Bangkok with her friends early the next morning.  So I called Welsh Paul's room and asked would they like to go for dinner, which he said they would, and the four of us headed down to the Green Bottle.

The place was packed with the usual Thai upper class, like officials from city hall, and the music was quietly being played by a Thai friend, just on the piano, in the background.  As we walked in he interrupted his song, "Ah!  Mr. Paul is here...welcome," making all the Thais look round to see who just walked through the door.  It was a little joke between me and the band, every time I walked through the door, as I was a bit of a regular, and would include the band in a round of drinks, so it kind of made me feel like a million dollars.

The four of us grabbed a table, while everyone looked on, the captain brought over the menus, and we all proceeded to order.  Talking normal, the atmosphere in the place was so quiet most of these upper class Thais sitting around us, could hear every word.  And with the captain hovering over our table, I was telling jokes the best I could in Thai.  And the people sitting around us listened in, and laughed also.

Welsh Paul got a little jealous, and decided to try out a little Thai he learned from the phrase book I made up for him.  So he was trying to say, that his girlfriend was a €˜beautiful girl,' but as he was also learning Dutch, he got it mixed up, and made his simple statement half in Thai and half in Dutch.  Now:

English €˜Beautiful girl'
Dutch €˜Mooi miesje'
Thai €˜Su-ay pooying' (Proper = Pooying su-ay)

So Welsh Paul came out with €˜Mooi pooying' (€˜Mooi' = beautiful in Dutch, and, €˜Pooying' = girl/lady in Thai.) Well there was a burst of laughter, and some wide eyed looks of shock from the other Thai's sitting around us, with the captain biting his lip, holding in his laughter.  And his girlfriend's face turned to anger, and gave him an almighty hard slap on the face, then stormed out in embarrassment.

So he's sitting there stunned, red with embarrassment, and by the sound of that slap probably a broken jaw, "What the fuck did I do now?"  "You got a bit mixed up there Paul"  "Mixed up how?"  "Well you said €˜Mooi pooying' instead of €˜Su-ay pooying'"  "So what?"  "Well €˜Mooi' in Thai means the pubic hair on her pussy"  "So what did I say then?"  "Well you more or less said that she's got a hairy pussy in front of everyone here, and embarrassed the fuck out of her!  You have often heard me say in the bars to the girls, 'Phom chawp pooying my me €˜mooi,' which means, €˜I like girls with no pussy hair.'  So as to save the trouble of shaving them"  "Oh shit! I better go and have a word with her"  "Yep!  I think you better have."

Me and Miss Karaoke carried on and had our meal, had a drink or two, then headed back to the hotel.  Early the next morning she took off to Bangkok with her mates, and thanked me for the good time.  Later that afternoon I went over to the swimming pool, where Welsh Paul, and his girlfriend were chillin' out.  The first thing she asked me, was what did €˜mooi' mean in Dutch, so I explained the whole misunderstanding to her, which brought a smile on her face, and she felt sorry for Paul, for the slap, and giving him grief the whole night back in the room.  She said there was no way she was ever going back to the Green Bottle.            

So I ask them what they were doing that night, and they just said they were just going to hang about the hotel.  So I started to think what was wrong with these two love birds, they have stayed in most of the time since he took up with her again, except for last night which ended up in a disaster.

I walked on down the Soi to cross the 2nd road, when all I could hear was "Paul! Paul!  Where you go?"  Yes!  It was Bom shouting from the Heineken bar across the road, so I thought I'd stop there for a couple of beers, and have a chat with her.  She was sitting there in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, as it was just the afternoon, but she looked very good anyway.  The usual pushing me to take her, made me give in, and I paid the bar-fine but told her I would come back for her around 6-7pm, because I had to see my friend first.  She said it would give her time to go home and get changed, and off I went to the Boomerang bar to meet up with Bob.

Chris came in shortly after me, and we all had a few beers and a few jokes and yarns from me, Bob decided to go for a massage, and told his girlfriend to stay put in the bar.  I said to his girlfriend, "Why you don't give Bob massage, and save him money?"  "Bob only go for wank, wank"  "And that's Ok with you?"  "Yes, yes!  Up to Bob!  His holiday.  He can enjoy."

So the three of us walked around the corner to Soi Post Office, and into the €˜Pump Station,' and at this time I didn't realize it was my old bar until my next trip.  We sat at the bar, and the usual reception with three girls massaging our shoulders, finally working their way down to the throbbing cocks in our pants.  So Bob and Chris took it into their heads, that the three of us would go up to the bar on the next floor, and all get a blow job, while we sat and had a drink and a laugh, and the first one to cum, will have to pay the next round of drinks.

I knew I would win as I am not a short time guy, and I take ages to cum.  So we piled up stairs and had a laugh, and of course age before beauty, Bob being the oldest came first, as Chris and I knew by the faces he was pulling when he reached climax.  Chris followed shortly after, and the poor little thing on the end of my cock was trying her best, but thought I wasn't satisfied with her performance, got another girl to finish me off before she got lock jaw.

So I'm sitting there with a second pair of lips around my cock, and as the other two fuckers have been done and dusted, proceeded to take the piss, while I was trying to concentrate on coming.  I mean, with them cracking jokes, me laughing my head off, how could I cum, so I had to pack little Johnny back in my pants and tipped the girls, which annoyed them that they couldn't get the job done.

The two of them were still taking the piss as we moved down to the main bar, "What are you guys laughing at...at least I won!"  Then Chris said, "No Paul, you're forgetting the essence of the whole game of €˜Who CUMS first,' you didn't, therefore you get the red card and sent off the pitch.  The loser of the competition is you."  "Oh yeah! I suppose you're right Chris...never thought of it that way.  Has anyone ever told you that you're a smart bastard?"  "Ha, ha, ha!  Of course Paul...that's why I€˜m shitting money."

So, after I paid my dues.  Chris went back to his hotel, and Bob, went back to his girlfriend.  They  wanted to meet up later but I told them I had a date, keeping it quiet about Bom.  They left me there chatting to the cashier who was the university student, and the 16-year-old daughter of the owner who was also behind the bar, and wasn't afraid to buy a drink.  I chatted to both of them for a while, and found the daughter very intelligent.  She was asking me all sorts of questions, and then I asked her could I take her out to dinner that evening, when she paused and looked at her mother.  So I turned and asked her mothers permission, stressing the fact that I had a date, and would not be taking her daughter out alone, and will not be going too far, and only for a couple of hours, just enough time to have dinner and nothing more, which the mother agreed.

I headed back to the hotel, to freshen up where I met Welsh Paul and his girlfriend, and asked them what they were doing tonight, to which the answer was, €˜Just hanging around the hotel,' which started to get to me, something wasn't right, and I will have to have a word with him tomorrow.

Anyway, I stopped to pick up Bom, who looked great in a gold dress, and the both of us headed to the Pump Station to pick up the little cashier.  We then headed across the 2nd road, facing Soi Post Office, to a bamboo type Thai restaurant, the €˜Reun Thai,' which had a good Thai atmosphere with Thai music and dancing, and good food.

I bumped into my Thai mate €˜Fly' who had the rock band, which I invited into the company, who pulled me to one side and asked, "How come every time I see you are always with two, three, sometimes four girls?"  "Ahk...That's the way things grow in the field"  "Yes, yes!  I think you're a €˜farmer' for the girls"  He laughed, and said, "Ever think of settling down again?"  "After the witch...no way...they're all €˜snakes.'  As soon as you can turn around, they have their coils around the next man."  "Yes, yes I think you're right."  "Paul! When are you coming back next time?"  "New year I think."  "Are you crazy Paul?  What about the Y2K?"  "Superstitious bull shit!  But I hope too many people believe that, then the flights will be cheaper in high season."

Then he went on about why I shaved my head, telling the girls I use to have nice blond hair.  I told them all, it was a better sensation for the girl when I would go down on them and eat pussy, telling them the girl would get more excited, when rubbing her hands over my smooth head, than over a head of hair.  I could see the young virgin cashier was getting very moist, but it was a no-go area.  But that interested Fly more, when I bullshitted him it was a turn on for the women.

Then I asked Fly where I could get a tattoo that would only last for three months, so I could take the piss out of the lads back home.  He thought it was ugly to do that but asked me anyway, "What tattoo do you want to get, and where will you put it?"  "I want a big dragon on the side of my skull   "Baaa Paul, to-late, to-late (Crazy Paul, ugly, ugly)."Laughed Fly.  (Remember this conversation for later)

The four of us quite enjoyed the evening having fun, and stayed there around three hours, and then we took the cashier back to her mother.  Bom and I headed back to the hotel for an early night session.  The next morning I paid off Bom, and told her, I needed some pussy that night, still playing my game that I don't take LB's usually.  She went off with that understanding.

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Chapter 19 €“ No Joke, Paul's Broke

I had breakfast and went to the pool where €˜Mopey Dick' Welsh Paul was lounging as usual. He started telling me about the Thai food stalls on the street, this one is good, that one is better, and bragged a little of how he was going native, and by the sound of things, he was living off the stalls.

Then I copped on right away, and asked, "Paul! How much money have you got left?" He put his head down and knowing well he was in for a bollocking, "I've got only a thousand baht left." Well I knew Welsh Paul wasn't too clever with money, in actual fact I had to take money off him each week, and keep it for him, otherwise it would be handed over the bars back in Holland, while he sat on a stool staring at a couple of bottles on the shelf behind the bar, bored stupid. I would rather be staring at 20 LB/GG's behind the bar, and after all my hints and advice before we came, he still screwed up.

"A thousand baht...and we still have over a week to go...is she milking you or what?" "No, no...in fact the opposite...she's been helping me to stretch out my money and paying for things out of her own pocket" "Well you should have told me. I tell you what, what ever money I have in the box now I will split it with you. Don't let this spoil your first holiday here. I have saved a bit, by taking the hair salon owner, Anastasia, and Miss Karaoke, which I didn't have to pay for. I'm still fucking loaded Paul so take the money."

Paul laughed and said, "It's all right mate...she's going back to the bar, to try and get a couple of ST's, and earn a bit of money for us." "What? Are you taking the piss again?" "No! You can ask her, here she comes now." She was buying some food for Paul, just before she left for the bar, so I asked her what was happening, and she told me the same thing. She explained that Paul didn't have to pay bar for her as the punter who takes her ST will do that, and as soon as she gets some money, she will be back to take care of Paul. I told her I could split my money with Paul and she didn't have to do that. All I have to do was to cut down in going to the bars, and go to a couple of movies in the evening instead, and eat at cheaper places, but she wasn't having none of it. She wanted to take care of her new boyfriend herself. So I told her I was taking him out for a drink tonight to cheer him up a bit, and told her where we would be if he wasn't in the hotel when she finished her chores, and off she went.

Sitting at the pool, I could see Paul wasn't too happy about the whole situation, so I asked him, "Are you two in love or something?" "Well we do have feelings for each other." "I bet it's annoying you that some guy could be shagging her right now." "Well it is a bit yes." "Well take the money and take a bike ride up to the bar and take her out of it" "No mate, at the same time I'm curious of how far she would go for me" "Well if she does this for you she might be a good one, but we will have to wait and see. Anyway, if you're not going to take the money, then you and I are going on the piss tonight. Remember it's always there for you. Don't be afraid to ask."

I didn't want him moping around the hotel waiting for his girlfriend to come back, as the chances are she might not. So around 7pm we went to Soi 9, and I just got the first beer in, and tried to cheer the Welsh twat up, when he complained that he had a dicey tummy, and thought it best to get back to the hotel. He thought he had a bit of diarrhea, but I knew he was thinking about her, with a little bit of guilt thrown in. So he drank half of the beer, took off back to the hotel, and left me there.

Now I'm sitting there not responding to what was going on around me, thinking about this situation Welsh Paul was in, when I get a tap on the shoulder. "Are you Ok?" I looked round and there was this girl called €˜Milk' which looked Ok to me. "Boss sent me to see you Ok (nobody sent her over of course) You know! You look very sad. I think you have somebody die or something" "No, no...I'm happy inside, but not show outside!" I get this all the time, it's just the way my unemotional face is, I could be pissing myself laughing inside, but with an expression that somebody just shot my dog. Even in the ago-go bars, when other punters get, "Buy me drink," I get them sitting down a meter away, propping up enough courage to eventually say, "Are you Ok." I keep trying to remind myself, €˜Don't forget to smile Paul,' but when I forget, I get less hassle at the bars.

Milk was quite funny and always started her sentences with, "You know!" She was 23, not skinny nor was she chubby, just had a nice normal figure. As she cheered me up to no end, I started to think, I was getting tired of mongering, and if she was any good in the sack, I would keep her to the end of the holiday. That way, the four of us can hang out with each other, and I can keep a close eye on Welsh Paul's situation. So I paid her bar-fine, which was 150 baht, had a few drinks and headed back to the hotel, stopping off on the way for something to eat.

It turned out she was an animal in the sack, and I played my €˜Blow Job Game.' I always say in the beginning (GG only), "I don't like Blow Jobs" "What? Why not?" "Yes, I get before from some ladies but they cannot do it good. I don't like it!" Somewhere along the line the first day I get, "I want to try." "Try what?" "I want to try and suck your cock good." "Well Ok, but just a little bit, because you know I don't like it!" She then will do her best, to try and beat the rest so to speak, and in this way she is doing it on her own free will, without force or requests from me. Then I'll throw in a few compliments, "I never get a blow job so good before, you're the best, but don't make me cum in your mouth...I don't like that also!" With Milk it only took the next day, after messing about in the pool, went back to the room for a afternoon session, when she lay on the bed and said, "I want you to cum here," sticking her finger between her lips. "Well alright I will try...but I cannot cum in anybody's mouth. You know I don't like it!" Using this reverse psychology, and of course cumming in their mouths, they think they got a feather in their cap, even if they have never done it before, or have a taboo about it. Basically, the rest of the holiday, my cock was never out of her mouth.

But in the morning after the first night, I told her to go and get changed, indicating that we were going for something to eat, and a bit of shopping. It would be best to just get a pair of sneakers and jeans on, but she wasn't having none of it, "I like to look sexy all the time," with her high heels and leopard skin mini dress on. So I thought €˜right I'll teach this silly cow a lesson.' As we were leaving the hotel she says, "Taxi?" "No! We walk...it's only to the Beach road."

Now I tend to walk in a regimental fashion, and as I did, I started to loose her far behind me. I could hear the €˜clip, clop, clip, clop' of her high heels, starting to fade, then I would stop, turn around, and wait for her to catch up, and shouted, "Move it, move it!" expecting an answer, "Yes sergeant major saab!" But all I got was, "You know...(phant...phant... €˜clip, clop, clip, clop') You Know! You vely bad man...vely, vely bad man. You know!" "Well I told you to change didn't I?"

Well that was basically the conversation the whole way to the Beach road, till I got to where I wanted to eat. She would sit there with a face on, and sore feet, "What up with you girl?" "You la! You vely, vely, vely bad man! You know! Same, same, mafia!" Then burst out laughing, as she knew I was only getting my own back. She realized how stupid she was, and was a real good sport, so I decided then to keep her.

As she suffered enough, we got a taxi first to her place to get some sensible attire, and some swimming gear. Then headed back to the hotel room, and after I managed to get my cock out of her mouth, we headed for the pool to meet up with the lovebirds. I introduced Milk to them, and instead of her saying hello first, it was, "You know! He vely, vely, bad man," pointing to me. Welsh Paul just burst out laughing, thinking €˜what has this fucker done now.'

I pulled Welsh Paul to one side and asked, "Well how did it go last night?" "It was alright, I just made it back to the hotel when she came back. She had two ST's and made 1000 baht a time, so she treated me to a big steak dinner last night in the Green Bottle" "Fucking hell a 1000 baht a ST, I only pay 500 LT" "Ah! Me also in the beginning like you told me, but as I needed the money she picked only the older punters that stay in the expensive hotels, knowing rightly she will get more from them."

I paid all my P4P LB/GG 500 baht a LT, I guess my head was still in the 80's as it was the going rate then. I simply go by first the bar-fine, second the monthly salaries which are posted almost on every bar, if these go up, then it would draw my attention to what rate I would pay the GG or LB, I didn't discriminate on either, they all got the same, no matter what an old rich punter paid them.

They always have that choice, they stay with me, but if they are not satisfied with the rate I give them, they can always give me an excuse the next day that they have to go somewhere, which has never happened yet, in fact the opposite. So as the bar-fines where still 150 baht in 1999, and the salary went up from 1500 baht to around 2000 baht, there was not much difference.(beer bars).

Around 2003, I noticed the bar-fines go up to 200 baht, and the salaries go up to the 3000 baht mark, I started to pay 700 baht LT. Around 2006 €“ 2007, I noticed the bar-fines go up to 200-300 baht and the salaries go to around 3500-4000 baht, then I would pay 800 baht LT. And up to the present which I pay no more than a maximum of 1000 baht LT, as the bar-fines are the same, and the salaries are around 4000 plus. Paying a weeks salary for one night, is more than enough, wish I could get that.

Sitting by the pool, I could see that Welsh Paul was a bit huffy over his girl having to fuck some one else during the day, just to get him a steak dinner that night. So I explained to him it was his own fault for fucking up and disregarding my advice. I told him that he might have a good one there, seeing what she is prepared to do for him. So he saw the funny side of it, and joked about making her brush her teeth three or four times, before he would touch her.

Milk on the other hand liked to mess about in the pool, and while Welsh Paul was laying there sunning himself, we would take a dip in the pool. Milk would try out a new skill of underwater blow jobs, diving under, whipping out my cock, and seeing how long she could suck it before having to come up for air. Forgetting that a new hotel was being built right next door and all the workers on the scaffold had a great view looking down on the pool...still Welsh Paul was laying there in the sun. Then she would stand in front of me and pull her bikini bottoms to one side, grab my cock, and slip it into her pussy. We would make ripples and waves on the waters surface, and, of course an audience started to gather on the scaffold, whistling and clapping, but Milk didn't seem to give a shit.

All the commotion from the workers, woke up Welsh Paul, where he got up and as the pool was right by the roadside, looked up at the guys on the scaffold, then looked up and down Soi Diana, to see what they were whistling and clapping at, thinking there was somebody naked walking up the road. Then looked again at the guys to see what direction they all were looking at, which was directly at him and the pool. Then he turned to us in the pool, where we were still going at it like bandits, and said, "What the fuck is wrong with those guys? There seems to be something going on somewhere. What the...! What the fuck are you two doing?" "Now, Paul! Don't tell me I got to give you a lecture on sex education. I think you're a bit old for that!" (While I was still banging away) "You dirty rotten bastard! (Laughing) There's me broke, and all I have to look forward to is the pool. Then you come along and contaminate it with you germs. Your spunk is probably floating all over the place by now. Right that's it, I'm not using the pool anymore (god he can go on like an old doll). As if it's not bad enough making her brush her teeth 3-4 times, after she had given a couple of twats a blow, and then get a mouthful of your shit. Disgusting!"

I didn't give a fuck, I just slowly slipped it in and out of her, while I carried on the conversation, and while the nympho Milk just had a dirty smile on her face. "Ah don't worry Paul, all the girls tell me it tastes sweet, not salty at all!" While this was going on, his girlfriend arrived behind him from the room, put her towel down, and made a move to jump in the pool, "Don't go into the...(splash)... Ahhhhh fuck too late! Get out of the pool, get out of the pool!" "Why? What's up?" "Look at them two fuckers" "What's up with them?" "They are having sex as we speak!" And with a shocked expression on her face she made her way over to us to get a closer inspection, and then burst into a dirty laugh, "Right that's it...I'm going to scrub you down a couple of times back in the room before I touch you again" "Ah darling, don't be such a fucking asshole!" (I forgot to mention she could speak perfect English)

For the rest of the holiday it was a bit of a game, as to which couple got to the pool first, to have a shag in it, and contaminate it for the second couple. As he got his own back the next day, when Milk and I came down after them, and while Paul and his girl were sunning themselves, we jumped in and swam around for a bit, when Welsh Paul gets up and says, "Tastes good eh?" "What does?" "The water!" "Why?" "I had a wank in it three times this morning. She gave me a hand job, because I didn't want to waste any of my cum anywhere else than the pool water" "Three times?" "Yes! It's all over the place. It's a wonder you can still see the water through all that sperm floating on the surface." So I spit out the pool water that was in my mouth.

As every morning we came out to the pool, the audience got bigger on the scaffold, as we came out, it was put down tools, light up a cigarette, and watch the show. So we thought it best to stop that carrying on, before we get a visit from the cops.

Let me get back to the day with Milk, after the first pool incident. That evening the four of us went out together for dinner, I ordered €˜Yum Khei Khem' (Spicy salad with salty eggs), Khei Khem being eggs put into a container that has luke warm water, with a hell of a lot of salt, in fact a 50-50 ratio, and left there for a couple of weeks. The salt penetrates the egg shell and cooks the egg inside. It resembles a hard boiled egg, very salty, with a bit of a slimy texture, but makes the beer go down well.

So Welsh Paul, looking over his shoulder asks, "What's that?" "Here try some." And as he put a face of disgust on while he was chewing on a piece of egg, he mumbled, "What the fuck is that?" "Crocodile eggs!" And as he spit the rest of it out, gulping down beer to wash the taste away, "That's fucking disgusting" "What? Well I'm not the one that ate a bag of flies the other night!"

Anyway, the rest of the holiday plodded along, Welsh Paul eating off the stalls, and drinking 35 baht pints of beer at the hotel bar, with every second day his girlfriend doing ST's to top up his holiday money, while I was taking Milk out to eat, and a drink at the bars.

But all the while I was getting stalked by Paul's girlfriend's mate, the little €˜bottom lip sucker.' She was coming over to the hotel every night, packing a couple of bottles of Maekong whisky, and hanging out with Welsh Paul and his girl, getting drunk and turning on the waterworks, saying how much she loved me, and that every guy who fucks her, she only sees my face bla bla bla. She was hanging around, just in case I might come back alone.

But it seemed to get to Welsh Paul a bit, as two nights just before we were to leave, Milk and I came back a bit early to have a drink at the hotel bar, finding the three of them pissed as farts in the bar. All of us sitting round the table, and then it started, Milk and €˜bottom lip sucker' are having a go at each other, and as I couldn't talk any sense into them both, I simply left the table, sat at the bar, and let them get on with it.

While this was going on, Welsh Paul almost out of his skull with the drink, started to growl faintly with a bit of anger and envy, "Look at him. He thinks he's the king of Thailand!" He was so drunk he thought I couldn't hear it, and when I turned around I saw him looking directly at me, with a bit of a nasty face on him, so I said, "Paul mate! A quiet word by the pool" "Oh Ok mate!" And he got up and we both walked over to the pool, me giving him a lecture on the way, just to keep him occupied for what was coming next, as there was no use in talking to him in the state he was in.

We stood by the poolside, I just grabbed him and dove into the pool, pulling him in with me, fully clothed. Well the shock of that cool water soon sobered him up, and we stood in the middle of the pool, looking at each other, pissing ourselves laughing. He realized he was out of line, but what a way to bring him back to his senses.

We crawled out of the pool, and slithered back across the road to the catfight in the bar, and as soon as the girls saw us, the squabbling and tears turned to fits of laughter, at the sight of these two drowned rats, leaving pools of water with every step we took. The atmosphere changed, Milk and €˜bottom lip sucker,' started to get on with each other amidst the laughter. And then it came to bed time, "Right Milk, by nhon see (go sleep)." Milk took one look at €˜bottom lip sucker,' and turned to me and said, "She can come with us? She good lady...you know...I don't want to leave her on her own...you know." "Well all right then! Quick, before you both change your minds!"

So the three of us got up and left the drowned Welsh twat with his girl, "Hey, hey, hey! Where are you all going?" "Do I need to draw you a picture boy?" "You bastard. You did it again, I don't think I'll ever understand these Thai people." In the room I knew Milk wasn't into the full lesbian thing, but she sure as hell didn't mind €˜bottom lip sucker,' licking out her pussy for a half an hour, while I was busy at other chores. It turned out that €˜bottom lip' was bisexual, and made me think I could have been doing this the whole week. Needless to say, the three of us stayed together right to the time the taxi came to take us to the airport.

A couple of hours before the taxi came we were packed, and all of us sitting at a table in the bar, having a last drink. Then Milk started to cry, and boy I never saw a girl cry like that before, it wasn't just tears running down her face, it was rivers. Which started €˜bottom lip' off, then Welsh Paul took his baseball cap off and stuck his face in it, and cried his eyes out like a six month old baby that had a teething problem, while his girlfriend had a face of stone.

I had a bit of a lump in my throat, not for the fact of leaving or love lost, but the fact that I could have had a three-some for over the past week, instead of just the last two nights. Sure...that would make any grown man cry.

Anyway, we all split when the taxi came, us boys heading for the airport, the girls headed off to Milk's bar. It took us 55 hours in total to get from the hotel, to my apartment back in Holland, with Welsh Paul crying all the way home. It took so long because of a delay in Athens, what a Boy Scout airline that Olympic was. We had white t-shirts on when we left, and by the time we got to Holland, they were black, and we looked like a couple of gypsies.

And with all that rivers of tears from Milk, when we all split, the three girls all went to Milk's bar for a drink, and not ten minutes in the bar, Milk had her tongue down some Italian guy's throat, which was reported back to me, by a phone call from Paul's girlfriend a day or two later. As for Milk, she is married and living in Italy, probably with the same guy, shortly after, well she was long gone, when we came back five months later. Funny old world isn't it?

Photos; in the background where the LK Plaza and Soi Diana was just fields

[Bumpa STIKKA]

Welcome back...

[Nemisis]

Chapter 20 - Interlude Back in Holland

After we got the jetlag over with, a couple of days later we all met up in our local pub. Now the circle of friends we have are not your normal run of the mill, they are all hard, tough, and decent criminal type ex-pats. We all like a laugh, and taking the piss at something could go on for months. So Welsh Paul and I came in and sat down while the rest gathered around to hear how the holiday went. Now we all could talk about anything, taboo or not, as we have all done things much worse, than on any narrow minded taboo list.

Paul and I were still doing the Milk thing, starting and finishing every sentence with, "You know!" All the guys were pissing themselves laughing when we explained about Milk talking, and then in walked €˜Big Mick.' Now Big Mick was 6ft 6in, built like a tank, black beard, and olive skin, black teeth which he only had about four left, and one of the dirtiest, rottenest, scoundrels you would ever come across. Nobody in the circle would fuck with him, not even to slag him off. His whole family had a name, and he shared an apartment with his brother in-law Gazz, who spent most of his free time in the local sex shops, buying rubber suits, rubber thongs, rubber masks, handcuffs, and a few dildos for his wife. Gazz was a right kinky fucker, and was well into that scene. He came into the pub shortly after, with a bag full of goodies, "Wait till you see what I got lads!" Taking out a rubber thong he got for himself, and holding it up saying, "What do you think of that? Nice init! I ordered that especially!"

I remember Paul telling me, he had to pick the two of them up from their apartment, and while sitting on the sofa waiting for them, Gazz would be popping in and out of the bedroom, trying on his rubber gear he got for himself, then came out to Paul parading sometimes with only with a thong on. "What cha think of that mate?" "Eemmm, eh, nice mate" "If you like anything, try it on mate." "Eeemmm, eh, NO! You're all right Gazz!" Frightened the shit out of Welsh Paul, as he thought Gazz was going to shag him. Gazz and his missus were well into the rubber fetish scene, and did a fair bit of swinging.

Anyway back to us all in the pub, where the guys ask how was the food. Welsh Paul would start off with, "You know! You know! He vely bad man. This Irish twat had me eating a bag of flies and told me they were raisins. Then the twat had me eating whole baby frogs, then the twat was sitting in a posh restaurant eating crocodile eggs that wasn't even on the menu. Every time I went to look for him, he would be in the hotel kitchen cooking his own grub, so don't talk to me about how the food was over there!" The guys were in fits.

"You know! You know! He vely bad man. He was shagging in the pool the whole month (He likes to exaggerate his yarns). There was spunk all over the place, children crying, choking, and getting it in their eyes, mothers rushing to get their kids out of the water (it was only the four of us that used the pool the whole time). The pool filters were stuffed, and pump broke down under the stress. Nobody could use the pool for fear of catching an incurable disease. Eventually the hotel called in the police, who taped it all off and put big signs up saying €˜Disaster Area' and €˜Condemned.'

So I thought to myself, €˜this is all me, me, me, when it was him doing all the fuck-ups." And I then started to turn the table, by saying, "That's right you Welsh twat. Keep it up, and I'll tell them all about your first night!" Welsh Paul went red, and put his head down, and all the lads kept needling me to tell the yarn, which I had no intention of doing, when Paul lifted his head back up and said quickly, "All right, all right. I'll come clean...I shagged a ladyboy!"

Well that did it, the lads were in hysterics, spitting out beer just as he said it, and I turned around and said, "What! Only one?" A look of shock was on his face, "Did you know about the other two, and didn't pull me about it" "Ahk sure Paul. Who gives a fuck what you were doing as long as you enjoyed yourself!" Then I just copped on to what he just said, the other TWO! I only knew about another one, he's done another one behind my back. Then I said to the rest of them, "Don't take the piss out of my mate, the ladyboys over there would put your women to shame!" Knowing rightly, €˜Big Mick' will soon be stepping in on the matter, as I knew all about Mick.

So Big Mick then said, "Gentlemen please! Irish Paul's right! They would put your ugly bitches to shame. These two lads had more shags in a month, than some of you married blokes had from your wives in the last year...and who gives a toss what they shagged? A hole is a hole, and still counts (Then he goes on to his famous Borneo story). I remember back in the days, when we were camped out deep in the jungle in Borneo, miles and miles from any kind of pussy. All we had was two ladyboys with us, which all of us shared. They did the cleaning, laundry, cooking, sucking, shagging, and treated us like kings, until the contract was over. That's when I became hooked, and if you get a blow job from one, boy can you tell the difference! (Welsh Paul butts in with "That's right Mick you tell these twats") And as far as ass shagging is concerned, well like I said, an ass hole is an ass hole, no matter who it belongs to. The only difference is that the ladyboy might enjoy it better than that ugly cow you got indoors!"

Big Mick never tried to hide the fact that he was a LB lover, and when he picks up a squad of new guys at Amsterdam airport, he likes to introduce himself as the boss, and pack them all in the mini bus. Not five minutes down the road he would just come straight out with, "Has any of you twats ever fucked a ladyboy?" Shocked looks right away from the passengers, "Emm! No Mick" "Well I'll tell ya, it's the best ride of your life!" And he would go on about the Borneo story among other yarns, and by the time they got to their digs, it was all done and dusted.

He knew well of the rumors and gossip on the job, and the newbies got it up front, and straight from the horse's mouth. Then when the new guys are on the job, and some twat comes up to them and says, "You know Big Mick loves ladyboys," the only answer they're going to get is, "Yeah I know! He told me himself" "Oh! Emmm!" Then the conversation quickly turns to another subject.

So back in the pub Big Mick and I started to educate these other ten lads in the company, about LB's. And the tone changed from piss taking and laughter at the holiday yarns, to a serious discussion on LB's, with the rest of the lads wanting to know more and more, for the rest of the night. We ended the night by saying, "At least five of you guys could easily shag a LB without any hesitation, but they all answered, "To be very honest about it, I can't say that I wouldn't."

Our circle might be full of hard men and misfits, but we are all free thinkers, and always able to say what's on our minds, without any come back, and with support. These days I have all of my favorite photos (mixed GG/LB) framed and hanging on the wall, and when any of the lads pop €˜round, they might walk around and inspect them, in case they missed one, or of the last holiday favorites, "Wow, look at that beauty there. What is she Paul? A GG or a LB?" "That's a LB" "Man look at the body on her! You're a lucky bastard!" Without even batting an eye.

Now as we had only something like 5 months to go for our next adventure, Welsh Paul thought it would be better to move into my spare bedroom, thus halving the rent and food bills, to save more. As he didn't trust himself, this way I could keep a better eye on him. This time he wanted to go with enough money, and didn't want the same thing happening again. I thought it also was a good idea, as halving the rent and food, was to my benefit as well. So as soon as we could we book a flight with EVA, staying well clear of Olympic this time, and committed ourselves to go back in mid December, for 30 days.

I remember the travel agent trying to palm us off with flying on the 31st December, as it cost next to nothing, because of the Y2K thing, but we wanted to get there as soon as we could. Boy did those 5 months drag on a bit, but it was worse for Welsh Paul, as he was getting phone calls and grief from his new love in his life, every second day. That had to make it harder for him, although we both had the Pattaya blues at that time.

Eventually time came to our rescue, and we were soon sitting on the plane, about to take off to our next adventure, where we were going to bring the Millennium in properly.

[Nemisis]

Chapter 21 €“ The Bandits & the Little Matchstick Girl

We hit the runway in Don Muang airport in Bangkok 11 hours later, and after picking up the baggage, shared a limo to Pattaya, at 1500 baht. Around 3 hours later, we where pulling up at the Sawasdee Mansion hotel in Soi Diana, to be greeted by Welsh Paul's girlfriend, after me telling him to say nothing and play the field a few days and then surprise her. But he couldn't help himself and told her the night before on the phone, we were coming.

Well that was him fucked right away, and it looks like I will have to go solo on the first nights recky patrol. On the bright side, I had my freedom to do what I liked, and was certainly not going to knock around with these two lovebirds. So the usual SSS, got dressed and headed out. I had arranged to meet Bob in Soi 2, through e-mails, as he arranged a shooting competition later on that week. I walked up the Second road between Pattaya Klang (Central road) and Soi 2 around 7pm, just around the Hard Rock Cafe area, as the traffic was all going at the same speed, I could hear a motorcycle very, very slowly coming up behind me.

It seemed to take ages to catch up with me, and as I was being careful of the traffic, I noticed this right away, and prepared myself for a confrontation. They slowly passed me, when I first caught sight of them, and yes it was two Thai guys, and as they slowly went ahead of me, the passenger was breaking his neck looking back at me, looking at me from head to toe, to see if I was wearing any gold.

I stared at him right in the eyes, and smiled. But it wasn't a comical smile, it was a smile of confidence, as if to say, €˜Come on you two fuckers try me, I'm stone cold sober,' and shouted, "Mung arie?" (What are you looking at?) The passenger smiled back, then tapped his buddy on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear, and then they accelerated off up the road. I was a bit careful the rest of the way, thinking they might double back up one of the dark Soi's before I would get to a bit of light, from Soi 6 upwards to Soi 2.

On the way up I got a flashback, when back in the 80's, one afternoon, I was standing in Pattaya Klang (Pattaya central road) one day, waiting to meet someone. Not 4 meters away there were two cops having a conversation. One was standing on the sidewalk, with his hands on his hips, chatting away to the other, who was sitting on his motorcycle parked by the curb. Right behind me was a Thai restaurant, where a Thai guy came flying out at great speed, with a gold necklace in his hand, and started to run up the street, ducking and weaving through the crowd of passers by. In a split second he was followed by an American tourist shouting, "Stop thief, stop thief!"

The cop that was standing, took one look at the American, then turn his head in the direction of the runaway, took out his non-issue chrome plated magnum, casually took aim, and shot the back of the Thai thief's head off, through the crowd that he was ducking and weaving through. Then he just casually holstered his gun, put his hands back on his hips, and carried on the conversation with his colleague who didn't even flinch at the event, as if to say, "So what were you saying there mate?"

A couple of people fainted, including the American, then a bit of screaming started, and the two cops were sort of pissed off at the interruption, and decided €˜Ah well...suppose we'll have to sort this out now.' Me, I was standing there gob-smacked thinking, €˜What a brilliant shot.' And as I was walking up the second road to meet up with Bob, about the shooting competition, I remember thinking, €˜Pity that cop wasn't on our team.'

Met up with Bob sitting at a bar in the Soi 2 complex, and did the usual greet by getting a round in, and told him to be careful tonight, as there was a couple of bandits knocking about. As we sat at that bar, I noticed a real looker, the best out of the bunch of girls. But just sitting beside us was this very cute and pretty little thing, who didn't take her eyes off us but didn't speak a word. Well she couldn't speak, because while I was having a couple of beers with Bob, watching the looker through the corner of my eye, I also noticed that the little cute girl was communicating through sign language, and little grunts to some of the other staff. I realized she was deaf & dumb. I kind of felt sorry for her, knowing that she couldn't have been bar-fined that often because of her predicament.

While this was going on, alert to the fact of the two bandits on the motorcycle, I watched them circling around at least five times, stopping the odd time to take a look at the punters sitting at the bars, watching how much alcohol they were consuming, and waiting for an easy prey. A few bars away I noticed my Thai brother Winai at his bar, so I told Bob to drink up, we were moving. Greeted Winai with a hug, and we all had a drink, telling yarns to Bob about the old days.

I was thinking I will bar-fine the looker in the first bar we were at, but then again I noticed the two bandits a couple of times more. I pointed them out to Winai, told him what was about to happen, and to call one of his plain clothes cop friends over. Winai observed them and agreed with me, then made the call. I guess it was about three minutes later; a cop in plain clothes was sitting with us, looking for Winai to point the bandits out to him. Soon the bandits showed up once more, and they were pointed out. The cop looked in one direction of the bar complex, nodded his head to someone, then another direction, and a third direction, nodding each time, and pointing his eyes to the bandits.

Noticing this, I asked him was he alone, and he said he was with five other cops, two of them on motorcycles, ready to pounce on them if they make a move. I don't know how the cops knew it was time, but as an old guy with a skin full of drink was walking alone down the dark Soi 2, the bandits following, the five cops jumped from their positions, and scrambled down the Soi after them. When the bandits attempted to rob the old man, before they could lay a hand on him, in a flash, they were facedown on the ground, in handcuffs.

The cop must have told the old man, who alerted them, because he came back and put a few baht behind the bar to get us a drink, just before he had to go to the police station, to make a statement. I just turned to Bob and said, "Job well done Bob!" "Yep I'll drink to that Paul!"

"Right now we got the crime sorted out, it's time to concentrate on the pussy!" I said to Bob, and told him I would be back in 15 minutes, as I was going to bar-fine the looker in the first bar we met at. So I left Bob and Winai chattering away, and went back to the first bar. I ordered a beer, and had a chat with the looker, to pay the bar for her, all the while the little D&D, was quietly eyeing me up. So I paid for the drink and the bar-fine, while she was getting her bag, and I don't know what happened, but either she was rude to one of the staff, and thought too highly of herself, or she was rude to me, or both, but I took an instant dislike to her. Called the mamasan over and said I changed my mind, and didn't want to take her anymore.

I was just about to ask for the bar-fine back, when I took one more look at D&D and said, "The bar-fine is for D&D. I'm going to take her instead." "What you do? She no sa-peek!" "Yes I know...but it's better than that big mouth bitch you got there!" In my revenge, I took it farther and made the bitch lose face even more, by doing this.

Little D&D was over the moon, as we were already communicating by pen and paper, as she had English well mastered. I told the mamasan I would never come back to her bar, when she lets her staff treat customers like that. Little D&D communicated to me, that I was to go ahead back to my friends, and she would follow shortly. She knew where we sat as she was watching us all night. So I went back to Winai's bar.

Shortly after I was sitting with the two lads, she just appeared and sat down beside me. She quietly sat there and sipped her drink, and I communicated to her that if she was bored to get something to eat, and gave her a few baht. She took off and got something, and ate at the bar while I had a bit of crack with the lads. When she was finished, I thought I would devote some time to her, so basically, the pen and paper was out all the rest of the night, but the good thing was she could read my lips, even in English, and I found her to be easy to understand also.

Later we all parted ways, and D&D and I took a baht-bus back to the hotel, where naturally Welsh Paul and his girlfriend were sat at the hotel bar having an argument. "What's the matter you two? Don't tell me you only got a thousand baht left, and it's only your first night!" We had a night-cap with them and then headed off to the loom. As I had a feed of drink in me, I just about noticed she was walking very slowly, but I never gave it another thought. When she stripped off, she was even more desirable, and had a great little tight body, and her face was very attractive. The only thing wrong was the bush down below, so I marched her back in the bathroom for her to shave it all off. She came out nice as pie, rubbing her bald pussy, and never wrapped a towel around her, as they usually do. The sex was brilliant, she was excellent, and made love for a couple of hours, then we just laid back and believe it or not we lay there talking till sun up, I was even telling her yarns, and she was laughing her head off at the funny parts.

She had really smooth tight skin, and then I noticed a scar from her hip all the way down the outside of her thigh till her knee. When I asked her what happened to her, she turned and showed me the same long scar on the other thigh, and I couldn't understand exactly what happened to her when she tried to explain.

Now I understood why she was walking so slowly, the poor girl was almost crippled, but whoever the surgeon was that did it was a master, it was hard to see; it was such a fine line with the little dots where the stitches had been. I only noticed this, as the fine scar was shining, from the sunlight coming through the window.

As I hadn't had a shag for 5 months, my cock was wide awake and at attention most of the time. She noticed, tapped me on the shoulder, and grunted as if to say what's happening here, "Yes baby wake up! No sleep!" She tapped me again as if to say, €˜I know what you'll like,' and popped her ass on my stomach, grabbed my cock and shoved it in her ass hole, with out a whimper, and began to shag the life out of me. Later we had a couple of hours sleep, woke up and had another session, showered and made a move to go down and have something to eat.

All the while I was thinking she was a keeper, and although I like to play the field for a while, I was in two moons whether to keep her for a while. The crunch came as we walked from the room down the corridor, then I could see how really slow she walked, and how much pain she was in. As we had a meal, I took second thoughts about keeping her, as I like to walk everywhere, even thought about getting a wheelchair from somewhere, but that was only going to hold me back. So after we ate, I paid her off and called her a taxi and she went with a brave face on.

All these years I have never forgotten little D&D, and still feel guilty for being selfish, putting myself first. Later that evening, I went to Winai's bar to pay for a bill I had left the night before, and the poor little girl hobbled down just to give me her e-mail address, written on a piece of paper. Winai said it was good of me just to take her out in the first place, and hinted it was a pity fuck, but I explained there was nothing wrong with her, it was just I couldn't bear to see her in so much pain, when she walked. If I knew that, I wouldn't have taken her out in the first place. Even to this day I wonder how she is, even if she is still alive, quite sad really.

[Nemisis]

Chapter 22 €“ Hairy Ass & No Panties

That day I paid off little D&D, while having something to eat, Welsh Paul and his girl, pulled up in a jeep. He told me they were going to explore some places around Pattaya, and would I like to come. So I told them I wasn't going to knock about with the two lovebirds alone, maybe later when I settle down with someone, anyway I was busy with this shooting competition that was coming up. Later that afternoon I met up with Bob and Chris, and went to Tiffany's for a practice. When that was over, we baht bused it back into town, and we all piled into Nevada for happy hour, 50 baht a beer, and all the dancers naked, with a few lesbian shows, and made a nice afternoon out of it.

Around 6pm we all parted, and I went back to the hotel, freshened up and headed to Winai to pay the bar bill I had left the night before. Then met up with Bob and Chris, in the Boomerang in Soi Yamato, where there was a party going on, with a pig on a stick. Chris and I noticed some of the girls eating the weird stuff (bugs), and took it into our heads to dare each other to try some. The deep fried locusts, was all very well, but the giant beetle type creature, with the green puss inside its shell, looked like the worst thing anyone could eat, and naturally enough, we egged each other to have a go at that. Bob had to move away from the table, as he was gagging at the sight of us scarfing down these beetles, which turned out to be very tasty, first trying the legs, then eventually we both were sitting there eating them like peanuts, which made the beer go down well. It wasn't what they were; it was how they were cooked, which had a great spicy flavor.

Later we thought we should go to see a great sex show around 11pm, and headed to the €˜Hot & Cold Bar' in Soi Post Office. It was a small dump of a place, but the draught beer was 50 baht, and the shows were great. One show after another of all sorts of descriptions, and lasted an hour and a half to two hours. The owner of this place later had a second €˜Hot & Cold,' in the little street adjoining Soi 7 & 8, which was a bigger and better venue, but of course the police have put a stop to most of that, these days.

After the show and a few beers, we all split, Chris headed up to Walking Street, and Bob headed back to the Boomerang, leaving me wondering what I was going to do. So I wandered down the Second road towards Soi 8, and passing the LB cabaret show on Soi 9, there was this tall thing with long black hair, and a beautiful face sitting on a motorcycle, "Where you go? I got with you!" I stopped to give it a closer inspection, and it looked very nice, big tits, and quite good looking, besides that she had her own motorcycle, sure I'm saving a few bucks there. So I jumped on the back, and off we went, back to the hotel.

Got into the room and I took a shower, then it was her turn, and later she came out with a towel wrapped around her. After a bit of foreplay I was going to shag her, so she took the towel off and got on all fours, and I just took a look and nearly gagged. Hairy ass is not the word for it, and monkey's ass would be more like it. Now I'm not talking about a hairy ass hole, which disgusts me also, but her whole ass cheeks were covered in black hair, "For fuck sake girl, did you ever think of shaving that ass of yours?" "What happened Paul?" "Sure you've got an ass of a monkey (dak ling) there girl." "You no like?" "Fuck no! Shagging you would be like shagging Big Mick back in Holland, for fuck sake!" "Big Mick! Who's Big Mick?" "Aahh, Never mind."

She was still on all fours with this hairy ass sticking up in the air, "If you no like, you can shave me." "Are you fucking kidding? First of all I didn't bring enough blades to do all that, second, it would take me two fucking hours to shave all that, anyway it's put me right off it now" "Ok! I give you good blow job." "Are you kidding! Look!" It looked like my cock disappeared up my scrotum, hiding in fear of the hairy ass monster. When I take LB's they have to be 100% feminine, which most of them are, but this is the first one I came across like this. She understood the problem, got dressed and I gave her 500 baht for her trouble, and off she went. Needless to say, that put me off LB's for the rest of the holiday.

Now it's 3am and I need a shag, so I quickly got dressed, jumped on a motorcycle taxi to Soi 2. The place was dead except for the bar on the corner, top of the Soi, so I sat there and ordered a beer. The few lookers that were there didn't seem to be interested in getting bar-fined, but seemed to be waiting on their Thai boyfriends. There was myself, another fat old gent, and two Thai guys with a girl together, that were well pissed and seemed to be celebrating something. Next thing I know one of the guys shouts over to me, "Hey farang! My sister wants to fuck you!" I just ignored this, thinking I may not have heard him right. Then ten minutes later he shouts the same thing, so I just looked over and smiled.

Eventually she came over pissed as a fart, "Hey farang! I want to fuck you!" "Yeah, Yeah sure! You maow (drunk)." "Yes, yes I maow, because my birthday today and my brother and friend make party." "Oh! Then happy birthday, how old you?" "Thank you, I 23, but I want birthday present from you." "What you want?" "Your cock!" She explained that her family had a bar, and both she and her brother worked there. The other guy had his own tattoo shop. I think the guys were palming her off on me so that they could do their own thing, because as soon as I ordered some coffees to sober her up a bit, the brother came over and pat me on the back and said, "We go now, take care my sister."

So it was 5-6am when we jump on a baht bus for the hotel, she sat on one side, me the other. Now all the way back, I noticed all the Thais that were going to work, or school, were all looking at the baht bus as we passed. Some were sniggering and some had weird looks on their faces as if to say, "What the fuck is that?" I felt it was strange, the way they were all looking, and thinking there was something wrong with the baht bus, maybe the wheel was falling off or something.

I just turned to her, to say something, when I realized, she was sitting there with a very short skirt on, with her legs wide open, with no panties on, and her pussy hanging out for all to see. "Where the fuck is your panties?" "Oh! I drink too mutt, and I go toilet, but I not make it in time and pee pee a little, and make panties wet. I take off and throw away and wash." "Well close your fucking legs then!"

So anyway, she was a right good kid, and a great shag. She didn't want to go back to her uncle's bar where she worked as cashier, and wanted to stay with me for the two days she had off. She didn't want to go out anywhere, as she was avoiding her uncle, because he wouldn't like it, if he saw her with a farang. So it was two days of heavy shagging, ordering room service, and mostly hanging around the hotel. I did manage to take her to the movies for an hour or so, just for a break, and after the second day, she gave me a peck on the cheek and took off back to her uncle, having never asked for a penny.

That day I went to the pool, where Welsh Paul and his girl were hanging out. He started on about an advert on TV, about skydiving in Pattaya. We used to enjoy this back in our military days, so we jumped in the jeep and went over to see what it all cost. At that time they were just starting off, and wasn't that expensive, so we had to tandem for the first jump, which at that time it cost us 5,000 baht each. Later, we wheeled and dealt with the guy, joining groups to make each jump cheaper, after re-doing a course with the instructor, just to satisfy him. So each time we came to Pattaya after this we would take one or two solo jumps, per vacation, at 3,000 baht a jump. Unlike our military days where we had to jump a minimum of 16 times per year, but then, we didn't have to pay for that.

These days it can be an expensive hobby, but a hell of a lot cheaper than back in Europe, a lot of fun, and keeps you out of the bars for a little while.

While we were there I noticed the micro-light aircraft there, and enquired about them. This was something I really wanted to do ever since I was a kid, when I watched €˜Little Nelly,' in that James Bond movie. Welsh Paul had no interest in it, only the jumps, especially after we saw how much it was going to cost, but to me it was worth it just to have the license. Also it's something you have to plan ahead for, and not just do it on a whim. So I took all the info to take back with me to Holland, and ponder over it. In the meantime, we just started a new hobby in Pattaya.

[Nemisis]

Chapter 23 €“ The Very Merry Widow

The next day was the shooting competition, so we all met up that night to have a final practice. Some of the other teams were there doing the same thing. Later I split, and went for a monger, but arranged to meet them all later in the Boomerang. So I walked down the Second road, stopping at the odd bar with a vantage point and had a beer, to see what was available. Nothing caught my eye until I got to a bar on the Second road, between Soi 12, and Soi Yamato, which had a live band. So I Sat down and ordered a beer.

Sitting beside me were two stunners, dripping with gold, which I thought were two of the bar girls, and by the looks of them they were way out of my league. Up by the band was another girl a bit merry with the drink, and trying to dance. I say trying, she wasn't pissed, she just couldn't dance, as she was doing this Arabian thing, with her arms above her head, which would put you in mind of a snake rising out of the basket, to the tune of a snake charmer. She was very attractive, so I kept an eye on her, then I caught her eye, and she kept winking at me while she was doing this wriggling on stage, and the two girls sitting beside me were laughing, and egging her on.

Next thing I know, she comes over to me and explains that I was sitting on her stool, but it was no problem, and just sat on my lap instead. Now I don't dress like a beach bum when I go out in the evening, and might give the impression that I have money. She introduced herself as Amy, and the other two girls were all friends, staying at the Royal Cliff. Amy did a bit of teasing; telling me the 3 of them should go back to my room and have a party.

Now I know they were 3 rich women staying at one of the best hotels in Pattaya, and realized they were way out of my league, so I declined the offer, and was trying to make a move to get out of the bar, to try elsewhere. Amy wasn't having any of it; she noticed I wasn't going for the foursome, so she said she wanted to stay with me. So instead of meeting the guys in the Boomerang, I took her over to the Green Bottle for dinner, which was about the only place I could afford as far as her standards were concerned.

That was all very well, until I took her back to my miserable 2 star hotel, were we met up with Welsh Paul and his girl at the hotel bar, and had a couple of drinks with them, but Amy was quietly looking around. We then went up to the room, where she got very passionate and started ripping my clothes off, and dragged me into the bathroom, and washed and soaped each other down. There was no mistake, the lovemaking was the best I ever had in Thailand, and went on for hours. I even fucked her virgin ass, without any problems, which she really enjoyed.

Next day I had to get ready for the shooting competition, and as we got showered and dressed she said, "Ieee, Ieee, Ieee, want to tell you something!" "What is it Amy?" "When I see you first time, I think you rich man. We go eat, I still think you rich man. Then we go hotel, I say to myself...shit I with poor man. Then I think, he better be good fuck. Now I not disappoint!" She then explained she was 30 years old originally from Chang Mai, half Japanese half Thai, and lost her Chinese husband 2 years ago in a car accident. They had a large hardware factory in Bangkok, which she sold, as she couldn't take care of it alone. She built a big family home in Chang Mai, and had 3 condos in Bangkok. She had percentages in a lot of businesses dotted all over Bangkok, which took her a whole week, every month to go around and collect her share of the takings. She often went to Japan selling antiques, and had the odd holiday in Hong Kong.

She also told me she used to be a bit of a crabby bitch, always serious, and rarely smiled, until she lost her husband. That gave her a different outlook in life, realizing you only got one life, and it was best to enjoy it to the fullest. She was always happy, smiling, joking, and never moody, or angry, no matter what happened. She was always fun to be with. She was in Pattaya for a holiday with her friends, and also looking for a business to do, which she had already put a deposit to buy a shop, but didn't know what to sell in it.

That afternoon we went to the shooting competition, where there was team from Japan, USA, Canada, Australia, Germany, and of course our team. We came second, and it was a great afternoon. After that we all piled in to the bowling alley next door, where the girls had their own competition, while we sat and had a few beers, and a bit of crack. Then we all piled down to the Boomerang in Soi Yamato, where we continued the feast. I was getting a bit hungry, and asked Amy would she like something to eat, and she was starving. So I sat there looking out for a little guy, who had a motorcycle and sidecar which was a cooker, and had the freshest crab, mussels, and shrimp, of anywhere in Pattaya. He would drive around no more than 3 streets, Soi Yamato, Soi Post Office, and Soi 12, starting around 6pm, and would be sold out before 8pm. I remember him from the 80's, and he was still going strong, and he had such a good name he didn't have to go far to be sold out an hour or two later. I stopped him as he was driving past, and ordered 3 crabs which he always shelled and chopped up, and a bag of mussels, with his home made sauce. When I explained to the rest of the company about this guy, he didn't have to go anywhere else, as they bought everything that he had.

The next day Amy and I went to Koh Larn island and spent the day there, calling in on Crazy John's on the way back. We could see that we were getting on well, so we decided that it would be better she checked out of the Royal Cliff, as it was costing her a fortune for no reason, so that evening she did and moved in with me. She got up at 6am every morning and went for a 10 kilometer jog, and again at 6pm. Normally it takes her 45 minutes, but I remember one day, she went out for her usual jog, and 2 hours later I started to worry as she never came back yet, and I was waiting on her to go out to eat. She turned up a half hour later, soaked with sweat, and couldn't catch her breath. "Where the fuck have you been? I've been waiting for you to go and eat" "Ieee, Ieee, Ieee... Jogging and I vely happy...and I forget to stop after 5 kilometers to jog back to hotel" "And?" "Well it's a very nice day, sun shining, I happy too mutt, and think about you...then I think I vely tired. Then I check how far I ran...and I run 20 kilometers, so I vely tired so I take taxi back!" I laughed my head off.

We took a walk around town and got something to eat, all the while she would go, "Ieee, Ieee, Ieee, have idea!" "Yes Amy what is it?" She would spot something being sold in the market, and say she could sell this, or that, always her brain would be ticking over, about the new business she wanted to set up, in this new shop of hers in Pattaya. I would be telling her no, as too many others were selling the same thing, and she would sell very little of it. I would tell her its best to think of something new to sell, something that could be popular, and which is not being sold in Pattaya yet. I would always get the response, "Oh yeh! You have right!" But I always got, "Ieee, Ieee, Ieee, have idea!" every time we would be walking around.

As we took a look through Mike's Department store, up on the last floor there was some antique dealers, where she would take out the camera and take some close up photo's of items, and asked the prices. When I asked her why she was doing that, she responded with, "Ieee, Ieee, Ieee, have idea! I take photo now and the price and next time I go Japan, I show photo and take order, and add commission for me, I make all the time, when I see something to sell."

We later met up with Welsh Paul and his girlfriend in the swimming pool; I had to laugh when Amy was talking to Paul's girl, and loudly came out with, "Hey! You get fucked in ass yet?" Paul's girl had a shocked look on her face, and Paul choked on the drink he was sipping. Paul's girl answered, "No I never do before...have you?" "Oh yes! Vely, vely good...I not try before, but Paul make for me and I like too mutt...vely, vely emmm what you say emmm...fantastic!" Paul's girl was going "really?" and the next thing I know, she was up, and ordered Paul, "Right we go loom now...I want to try you fuck my ass." So they disappeared to the room, and came back 2 hours later, "Well how did it go?" Paul's girl said with a frown, "I €˜jep toot' now (I have a' sore ass' now)." Paul said with a smile, "Yeh! I tried to get it in but it was too big for her tight ass hole." "Oh you bragging bastard. I suppose I'm not going to hear the end of this now, of how big your cock is." Paul just laughed, "Oh yes! You're hanging around with the big boys now mate!" Then Amy said, "Cock too big naa Paul! Mmmm, I lucky my man have cock not small not vely big. Normal size cock. Can go inside my ass vely good. Mmmm, vely vely, mmmm delicious, ha, ha, ha." That took the smirk off Paul's face.

Welsh Paul was convincing me the rest of the day, to use the jeep that he had parked there doing nothing, and that it was no fun just him and his girl, as they always have arguments anywhere they go. I said we would go somewhere that next day. So later that afternoon, the two of them went to get a couple of baseball caps for the drive the next day. As Amy and I were still in the swimming pool we could hear the two of them arguing and fighting all the way back up Soi Diana. "Now what's wrong with you two ?" "It's not me it's her." "What happened?" "Well you know you told me about haggling in the market? Well I wanted 2 baseball caps, and the guy wanted 300 baht, so I started at 100 baht, and we met at 150 baht for the both of them...then little miss know-it-all buts in, and starts haggling in Thai, thinking she's going to get a better price, not realizing I had him down to 150 baht. After she haggled a bit she turns to me and says, €˜There I get you a good price,' I said, €˜Oh good how much?' She turns to me and says 250 baht, and the guy who was selling them was laughing his head off. What could I do but pay the guy!" As Paul explained to me what happened, she then realized how she screwed up, and with an €˜Oh shit' expression on her face burst out laughing. And I turned to her and said, "You stupid woman, are you sure you're Thai? I think you're a farang!" We all laughed.

Later on that night Paul pulled me to one side and said, "She getting on my nerves all the time" "How?" "Well she's always talking about you, Irish Paul does this, Irish Paul does that, he can do everything and making me out to be a right idiot. I keep telling her if she wants to go and fuck you, then go ahead." "Paul I wouldn't touch you girl with a barge pole, she might be good looking and all that, but it's the rest of her I don't like. She's not my style at all." We left it at that for the time being. But there was a bit of envy going on with them both, as they saw how Amy and I got on so well, and enjoyed each others company.

[deepthroat]

Lovin' it sir! I'm waiting for all 44 chapters to be up so I can print the entire thing and read it at my leisure, but just read the chapter about running into the Ape Man in a bar and loved it!

More please...

[Nemisis]

(deepthroat @ Apr. 25 2010,14:26) Lovin' it sir! I'm waiting for all 44 chapters to be up so I can print the entire thing and read it at my leisure, but just read the chapter about running into the Ape Man in a bar and loved it!

More please...    

Ha ha DT,
That's the very man, I didn't know he had that nick name until after I wrote it, and a good name for him also, the twat thought he was some kind of famous movie star.

By the way DT, last year I followed your first TR (great stuff), but when you wrote about them nuts and anchovies, made my stomach rumble, and thought it would be a good idea to bring a can with me, out too the bars at night, to nibble wile having a beer, instead of attempting the recycled peanuts that the bars usually dish out. I followed your directions my last trip, but wasn't able to find any.

Were you able to get any this second trip you made?

If you could be a sport, and point this Irish twat in the right direction, and if you could maybe use the Pattaya Photo Guide, it would be very much appreciated.

Cheers good buddy

[guydesavoy]

Your wife knifes you and tries to castrate you and still you bring her over to Amsterdam ?

You're a braver man than I am Gunga Din

[Nemisis]

(guydesavoy @ Apr. 25 2010,23:21) Your wife knifes you and tries to castrate you and still you bring her over to Amsterdam ?  

You're a braver man than I am Gunga Din  

If you read it properly,
The stabbing happened AFTER I took her to Holland...... It happened IN Holland

[manarak]

great read!

how are the sales stats?
got any reviews? in men's health or penthouse?

[guydesavoy]

(Nemisis @ Apr. 25 2010,23:45)

(guydesavoy @ Apr. 25 2010,23:21) Your wife knifes you and tries to castrate you and still you bring her over to Amsterdam ?  

You're a braver man than I am Gunga Din  

If you read it properly,
The stabbing happened AFTER I took her to Holland...... It happened IN Holland

I stand corrected

You were still a brave man, although with the kids at the airport I guess you were 'locked in' .

[Nemisis]

(manarak @ Apr. 26 2010,06:27) great read!

how are the sales stats?
got any reviews? in men's health or penthouse?

Cheers Manarak,
Sales are going slow but steady, and a couple of decent checks has been sent to the charity already, as the blurb publishing company is not well known.

I am limited to only promoting the book on 6 forums... 3 str8 and 3 LB forums.

The funny thing is, what with all the LB content within the book, I get more support and book sales from the 3 str8 forums... lol ... several on the other 2 LB forums, and a couple on this forum, which is better than nothing.

Sale stats; Well lets just say it hasn't reached the 1000 mark yet! But getting there.

The cost price for printing the book is EUR 11.50, the profit that goes to the orphanage is EUR 5.00 per book, making the book price

EUR 16.50
US 20.20
UK 11.32
CAD 21.06
AUD 26.43

Approximately, I figure, what with latest average shitty exchange rate for the Euro, around 27, 644 baht has been sent to the orphanage, with a few book sale pending the next calendar months check issue. So it's going slowly but surely, and like I say it's better than nothing. I surely wouldn't be able to donate something like that on my next trip.

Magazine promotions;
Well I was contacted by the editor of a small magazine called €˜After Dark Asia' through one of the str8 forums, asking me would I write for them, or if not could they have permission to publish some of the chapters, in return for promoting the book, with book cover photos, and where to get a hold of it. So after I told them I couldn't write for shit, we agreed on the later. I believe the chapter of the €˜Irate customer in Nana Plaza' will be printed in the next issue #15. Other than that, I have no idea. Like I say I am limited on the promotion front.

Reviews;
I appreciate and treasure the reviews from my fellow BM's on all the forums, which I had printed some on the back cover, anonymously of course.

I normally know everyone who has purchased the book, and from which forums, through posts and PM's. But there is some sales from who I don't know, and even as I sit here, there have been a couple of sales just came in, and so far anonymous. So if you do order a book, let me know by post or PM. Maybe there has been more sales from this forum.

Thanks for asking good buddy

[Nemisis]

(guydesavoy @ Apr. 26 2010,10:17)

(Nemisis @ Apr. 25 2010,23:45)

(guydesavoy @ Apr. 25 2010,23:21) Your wife knifes you and tries to castrate you and still you bring her over to Amsterdam ?  

You're a braver man than I am Gunga Din  

If you read it properly,
The stabbing happened AFTER I took her to Holland...... It happened IN Holland

I stand corrected  

You were still a brave man, although with the kids at the airport I guess you were 'locked in' .

No worries good buddy,

Yes it was the kid element mainly, and I thought a change of environment might change the bitches ways........who knew