'Hellooo Daarling . . .'

[Tearany]

Hi again

Reading a few recent postings from some poor 'c**t-struck ' individuals, reminds of one of the 'ladies of the night' (day, morning and afternoon) that I happened upon in Patong in April last year. I met her in one of the Bars near the main entrance to Soi Eric, and she remained with me for a few nights / days. (was going to be a lot longer).

I won't reveal her name, or the Bar (not Mai thai) as there seem to be so few in the Thai repertiore for girls names, that she may be identified. Anyway she had a fairly passable grasp of the english language, and an unusual amount of gold jewellery on her person. . . and a brand-new Honda Dream motorbike!

Her other constant companion (besides myself) was her trusty Cellphone. This thing would ring frequently at some ungodly hour during the night, or early morning, and she would quickly retire to the bathroom and speak in hushed tones.

On her final night with me (my choice) she answered the cellphone in my room, somewhat earlier than usual. We were in a somewhat compromising position at the time, so she said sharply to me 'You not speak!!!'

I 'withdrew' from her, as any gentleman would, wiped myself off and proceeded to listen with interest. What I heard, really put me off this lady.

She launched into this rather pathetic attempt at innocence and spoke very amorously to this poor German man on the other end of the phone. I could guess fairly well what questions he was asking her, by the answers she gave him.

As far as she was telling him, she was alone in her little room (probably cross-legged) waiting patiently for him to be able to afford another trip over to see her. (I found out from her afterwards that he was sending her around 5-6000 Baht per month, in the belief that she was using this money to live on, and remain faithful to him).

Bullshit! . . . The money was going on Bike payments and more gold trinkets,
Whilst she was selling the old pussy to all and sundry until this poor naive boyfriend from Germany could afford to visit her again.

I really could not stomach being a part of ripping this poor German bastard off, and gave her the old 'marching orders' in the morning.

I hope there might be a subtle message here for somebody on this Site.

Cheers

Pdm3