Believe me, ETV, I was not and am not at ease w/ what happened that night. It is embarrassing and I hesitated to disclose it. But the truth is the truth and it is a word of caution to others about what can happen. It is why I advised against picking up a LB on the street. Maybe the best thing to do would have been to give her some money. When I caught the girl in BKK ripping me off, I got very angry and told her I would not have sex with her, and to leave, but gave her 500 Baht just to get rid of her, and avoid further hassle. I was thinking of what happened to me before.
On the night in question, when I discovered her secret, I didn't get angry. I just told her to leave. She spent a long time getting dressed and fussing in front of the mirror, about a half hour, all the time, saying, "But don't I look more beautiful than any woman in Patong?" and trying to convince me to have sex w/ her. I agreed that she was very beautiful. She said, "Then why you no want me." I said because you are not a woman. I was patient and ended up doing up the criss-cross straps on the back of her blouse for her just to get on with it. I walked her to the door, started to open it when she slammed it shut, and with her back against it, informed me in no uncertain terms that she wasn't leaving until I paid her for her time. I told her that the reason that I wouldn't pay her was not because she was a LB, and not because we didn't have sex, but because she lied to me each of the 3 times I asked her if she was a LB, when we were walking to the hotel. She didn't look like a LB to me, but because of the big, obviously silicone breasts, I felt I'd better ask. I actually apologized when she got offended after the 3rd time I asked.
We argued. She said that she was under age and that she would call the police and I would get in trouble. I picked up the phone and said here you go, be my guest. The discussion got more and more heated. Maybe I should have called the police. After much arguing, I opened the door and said you are leaving if I have to throw you out. Then she said "OK, fine, get away from the door, I go." I crossed the room. She walked to the door, slammed it shut, turned around and charged me, proceeding to throw first kicks, then punches as fast and furious as any man could. She didn't fight like a woman, and I realized she was no woman in more ways than one. She knew how to fight. I blocked some of the blows, a couple landed. But I didn't hit her. I managed to get close, tie her up, wrestle her to the bed, and pin her wrists down on either side of her head.
With the expression of a vicious dog on her face, she turned her head and bit hard into my wrist, drawing blood. I screamed in pain, and without stopping to consider my actions, popped her hard to the side of her head three times with my uninjured hand. Even as angry as I was, even though I momentarily lost control, I still knew better than to damage that beautiful face. Then I pinned her arms out far from her face, so she couldn't bite me. I said, "Don't make me do that again. I don't want to hurt you. Calm down." After she calmed down, I told her that if she promised to act like a lady and leave with no more trouble, I would let her go. I let her up, she calmly walked to the door, turned and charged me again. Well, you can imagine the rest. But I never hit her in her face, because something in me realized that if that was damaged, she might never leave well enough alone. It ended up out in the hallway,with her on the floor screaming and crying, doors opening from other rooms, and the manager summoned. He took it from there.
If I had it all to do over again, I might have paid her something to leave. But I don't know, it is hard to give money to someone, when you are compensating them for deceiving you. Still, disgression is the better part of valor.
P.S. All this happened after the lady I fell for on my previous tour broke my heart earlier that night. What a night!!!! :aan: