MARIAH
by Waldo

Introduction
Chapter 1 - The business trip
Chapter 2 - Mariah
Chapter 3 - Agnes	
Chapter 4 - The fight
Chapter 5 - No nooky is...
Chapter 6 - Time passes	
Chapter 7 - My first cigarette
Chapter 8 - Our plan

Mariah

by Waldo

Introduction

There are some things in life that you remember 
forever. Such as your first real love. In my case, she 
called herself Mariah, although her birth name was 
Pat. She didn't like to be called Pat or Patricia or Patty. 
It brought back too many old, painful memories of her 
childhood that she wanted to forget.

To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the 
world. I didn't plan to fall in love with her but I 
couldn't help it. There was that one minute when I was 
looking at her, admiring her classic youthful beauty, 
savoring her feminine sensuality, enjoying the 
pleasure of her company; and she entranced me 
forever by simply smiling that wonderful smile at me. 
That moment I knew that I loved her and that I 
couldn't live without her.

She used me. I let her because I couldn't deny her 
anything once I became her willing slave. I was a 
prisoner, held in bondage by her eyes, by her smile, by 
her touch, by her voice, by her overwhelming 
femininity. I would do anything for her. Even knowing 
that what she wanted me to do for her was illegal and 
could result in my death or imprisonment. I would 
have killed for her and came very close to killing her 
father. She wanted him to die and I wanted to please 
her.

Even now, I can't believe how she manipulated me to 
get me to help her. I knew that there was a cold spot in 
her heart, a spot where misery had built a heart so 
cold and cruel. I knew that she hated her father and 
would stop at nothing until he was dead. But I also 
knew that the rest of her was alive, warm and loving. 
That she was the type of woman that dreams are made 
of. That is, when she wanted to be.

Mariah, why did you leave me?

I was still sitting in my motel room. It had been three 
weeks since she left me, but I can't leave this room, 
hoping that she will come back to me. It's the room 
where we last made love. Where she kissed my lips 
and walked out the door, not saying good-by or even a 
"go to hell".

I leave the room only long enough to go to the motel 
restaurant to get something to eat. I'm not hungry but 
know that I have to eat. Food has lost its taste for me 
and I eat only to provide nourishment for my hurting 
body. I rush back to the motel room, hoping that she 
is there, or that she left a message for me. As eager as 
I am to rush into the room, I also don't want to open 
the door, knowing how much it will hurt when I see 
that she isn't there.

I sleep in my clothes. If you can call my tossing and 
turning nightmare, sleep. I stay awake until I fall 
asleep from exhaustion and sleep the slumber of the 
dead for two to three hours until I jerk myself awake, 
reaching for her. Then I light another cigarette and 
stare at the only thing that I have that belonged to her. 
Her cigarette lighter.

I had never smoked in my life until she shared a 
cigarette with me after our first wonderful two hours of 
sex. From that time on, sharing a cigarette afterwards 
became part of our nightly love-making. I didn't want 
to learn to smoke, but just wanted something more to 
share between us. Then after she left me, I saw the 
lighter lying on the dresser with a pack of her 
cigarettes. I smoked the rest of her cigarettes that first 
day, while I paced the floors and waited in our motel 
room. Within a week, I had a four pack a day habit.

Her cigarette lighter was an old zippo lighter. It was 
old, scared, and almost worn out. But it was the only 
thing that she had, that had belonged to her father. 
She had stolen it over ten years before and hung onto 
it throughout her tumultuous childhood as her only 
possession. She had grown up in a foreign whore 
house, constantly moving from whore house to whore 
house, with only the clothes on her back; living the life 
of a whore. Somehow, she had managed to hold onto 
the lighter, through her tumultuous life.

So when I saw the lighter lying on the dresser, I knew 
that she had left it on purpose. That she would be 
back for it. That she had left it for me. For me to save 
it for her.

Her name is Mariah. Or did I say that already? I don't 
remember. I find it difficult to think about anything 
but her. She called herself Mariah because she liked 
the sound of it. She remembered seeing a movie when 
she was a kid and a man sang a song about the wind 
which he called Mariah.

I bought this notebook at the drugstore as I was 
getting some more cigarettes. I wanted to write down 
my memories as I try to make some sense of my life. 
Especially my life after I met Mariah.

Chapter 1 - The business trip

I had never been to Thailand before. My work required 
me to travel around the states a lot, but Thailand 
wasn't within my territory. So when the Sales Manager 
asked me to assist a new sales representative in 
Thailand for six weeks, I leaped at the chance to see a 
new country.

Agnes Watkins was a beautiful woman. She was 
twenty-three, freshly graduated from college and this 
was her first job. She had been hired to expand our 
product line to Thailand and China. We sell 
manufacturing equipment and those countries were 
ripe for our expanding product line. When I saw Agnes 
sitting in my boss's office, I knew that spending six 
weeks with her in a hotel could be a very interesting 
treat.

How can I describe her except to say that she's blond, 
built, vivacious, and single. Just by looking at her, you 
could tell that she was the sort of woman that could 
fuck your brains out of your ears. The type of woman 
that you hoped you wound up with, when you woke up 
in the morning. Yes, she most definitely was a 
beautiful, sexy young woman with a wonderful body.

So how did I wind up with Mariah? Especially when 
there was that very nubile woman so close to me, just 
asking for me to fuck her.

I saw Mariah for the first time as we were checking 
into our Bangkok hotel. As the desk clerk was waiting 
on Agnes, I saw the elevator open and Mariah stepped 
out. Normally I would have just glanced at her and 
watched her walk by. But I had been in Thailand for 
two days and Agnes was the only attractive American 
woman that I had seen so far. When I saw this 
beautiful long-legged, shapely American woman step 
out of the elevator, I just had to stare at her a little 
more than normal.

She saw me looking at her and paused just long 
enough to flash an honest smile at me, exposing a 
mouth of creamy white teeth under her red voluptuous 
lips. Then she turned away and walked deliberately 
through the lobby, knowing that I was staring at her. 
Knowing that I was watching her nice ass move as she 
walked in her high heels, watching as her chestnut 
hair bounced as she walked, watching as her tight 
clothes hinted of the wonderful body hid beneath the 
skirt and blouse.

For just a moment, I allowed my mind to daydream 
about what I could to with that luscious ass, then 
Agnes said something to me; pulling me back to 
reality.

I quickly forgot about the mysterious attractive 
American woman with the nice ass as Agnes and I 
spent time in her room discussing our sales plan. 
Agnes had changed into something a little more 
comfortable than her traveling clothes and I could tell 
that she was braless under her blouse. I knew that she 
was teasing me as we worked. But I didn't care 
because I enjoyed it.

I'm a normal healthy American male. I'm thirty-two 
years old, in reasonable shape, and have been told 
that I'm quite handsome. I don't have any problems 
with picking up women. In fact, I turn down a lot of 
women because they don't meet my high standards. I 
know that I as I get older, I'll have to modify my 
standards because I only like young, beautiful women. 
There will come a time in my life when I can't attract 
young women and I'll have to settle for women that are 
closer to my age. But until then, I plan to have a quite 
pleasant and abundant sex life. I was married once. 
Married my high school sweetheart but that quickly 
failed. So I vowed to never marry again.

As I stared at Agnes's jiggling blouse, I could imagine 
being in bed with her, sucking on her titties, probing 
my tongue up her pussy as she sucked on my hard 
cock. I like for women to suck me. There is nothing 
more pleasant in the world than a tender pair of lip-
sticked lips wrapped around my cock. While I enjoy 
sex, I won't go back a second time to a woman unless 
she blows me the first time. Even if she is the most 
beautiful woman in the world. If we don't have at least 
one round of oral sex, I won't crawl back into bed with 
her. There have been some exceptions. Such as that 
topless dancer with 48DDD boobs down in Dallas. Or 
that movie actress in Hollywood.

When Agnes paused in our planning session so that 
she could go to the bathroom, I used that moment to 
open her dresser and look at her small traveling 
supply of lingerie. I picked up a bra, glanced at the 
size to see that she was a 36C and smelled it. I could 
smell her wonderful cologne and knew that it was the 
one that she had on this morning.

I put it back in the drawer as I found it and sat back 
down at the table, thinking about my plan. Not my 
business plan, but my plan to get Agnes into bed. To 
get her to suck my cock.

I had big plans for what I wanted to do to Agnes. I was 
really looking forward to fucking her. And then leaving 
her when the six weeks were up. I knew that she 
would miss me and would want me to come back. But 
she didn't fit into my plans, except to entertain me in 
bed for several nights.

When she came out of the bathroom, I could smell her 
slightly stronger cologne and see that she had taken 
the time to freshen her make-up. As we talked about 
business, I was watching her for the little signals that 
would indicate that she wanted me to make my move. 
While I didn't have any problem with making the first 
move, I didn't want to ruin a business relationship so I 
would play it cool, until the right moment, then sweep 
her off her feet.

After four hours of planning, she suggested that we 
adjourn to the bar. I welcomed that suggestion 
knowing that we could start getting more personal 
after a couple of drinks.

The bar was about a quarter full and we got a table 
right next to the bar. There was a lot of foreigners in 
the bar, along with the native Thailanders. As we 
ordered our drinks, I glanced around the bar, checking 
out the other occupants of the hotel. Sitting three 
tables away was the attractive American woman that I 
had seen earlier getting out of the elevator. She was 
sitting with an Italian man and I could barely pick out 
her voice from the sing-song voices of the Thailand 
women sitting closer to me.

As Agnes read the menu trying to find an appetizer, I 
found myself staring at the mysterious woman, drawn 
to stare at her for some unknown reason. The Italian 
was sitting beside her and I could tell that he had one 
of his hands on her legs. From the way that they were 
sitting, and the Italian's gestures, I could tell that they 
weren't talking about business.

Agnes pulled my attention back to her when she 
noticed that I was staring at the other woman. As we 
sipped our drinks, our discussion changed from 
business topics to more personal topics. She had never 
been married, but had been engaged while in college. 
She took this job to get away from her old boyfriend. 
She liked to go dancing. She was originally from Ohio. 
She was very familiar with a hotel bar where I used to 
stay in Ohio. And she thought that she was lucky 
because I had been selected to train her.

All in all, our discussion was going very favorable. If 
we weren't business partners, I would have switched 
into pick-up mode and started laying some heavy 
romantic dialog on her, instead of this "let's be friends" 
bullshit.

Agnes excused herself to go to the bathroom and I was 
playing with my drink's swizzle stick, as I thought 
about what strategy would be best to get into Agnes' 
panties. The mysterious American woman walked by 
my table leaving a sensual trail of her perfume 
following her and leaned on the bar so that it made her 
ass look fuller in that tight skirt. I heard her ask for a 
pack of Marlboro cigarettes. While she waited on the 
bartender to fill her order, she turned around so that 
she was facing me and leaned back so that her elbows 
were resting on the bar. One of her high heeled shoes 
was placed on the bar rail so that her knee was 
sticking out, causing the slit in her skirt to reveal a lot 
of very feminine leg. She was looking back at her 
companion, sending him signals that I interpreted to 
mean easy sex, while I watched her seduce him with 
her eyes and her body.

Something about her reminded me of Texas. It might 
have been her tall body and her long flowing sexy legs. 
Or the way that she was leaning against the bar with 
her elbows back causing her proud breasts to thrust 
forward against her tight silk blouse. Or her long, 
flowing wavy chestnut brown hairstyle, cascading 
down her shoulders. She was an excellent example of 
American beauty and seductive femininity. Her sex 
appeal radiated from her, causing me to get an 
erection just from looking at her. Then I remembered 
that I used to date a native Texas woman who was a 
cheerleader at the University of Texas and this sexy 
woman reminded me of her.

When the bartender gave her the cigarettes, she 
turned her head slightly and stared straight into my 
eyes. For a moment, we stared at each other as I 
became lost in her deep dark eyes. If eyes are the key 
to a person's soul, then I met her soul. For a brief 
moment, I was pulled into her shinning eyes, meeting 
the fantastic woman hid under those long, fluttering 
eyelashes. Feeling the common desire to know more 
about each other. 

Then a beautiful, friendly smile formed on her face and 
an honest, welcoming twinkle flashed through her eyes 
just before she turned away and walked back to her 
table. For just a moment as she sat down, she glanced 
back at me, to catch me staring at her again. Then she 
gave her attention back to her companion as she lit a 
cigarette.

Two drinks later, Agnes and I were best friends as we 
aired out personal likes and dislikes. She didn't think 
her old boyfriend was romantic enough and he had 
some sexual hangups that she didn't like. She knew 
that I liked oral sex and only smiled when I gave away 
that secret.

My mysterious woman was gone. I had watched as her 
friend escorted her out of the bar, his hand very low on 
her waist, almost at the small of her back.

Then Agnes announced that she was tired and was 
going to bed, leaving me alone in the bar. For a couple 
of minutes, I debated the wisdom of knocking on her 
door, to see if she was ready for me to spin the night in 
her bed. Then business sense kicked in and I rejected 
her as my entertainment for tonight.

I picked up a girl in the bar that was from Ireland. She 
was a little chubby for my taste but she met most of 
my criteria. She was also horny and looked respectful 
enough so that I could accept any of my friends 
knowing that I fucked her.

Although she had a sexy appetite, I was very happy 
when she got up to take a shower before going back to 
her room. She was a little late getting up and was 
rushing so that she wouldn't miss her flight. Although 
it had been a very enjoyable evening, her vagina was 
just a little too loose for my personal enjoyment and 
also had too strong of an aroma. I was glad that her 
flight was leaving and I wouldn't see her again. I'm 
very particular about my women and what I like. And 
also what I don't like.

******

Agnes and I visited six customers that first day. Then 
we raced back to the hotel bar to relieve our 
frustrations from having to deal with clients. I was on 
my second beer when the mysterious American girl 
walked in. I could see her shapely feminine reflection 
in the bar mirror. She stood in the doorway and looked 
around the bar as if she was expecting to meet 
someone. She paused in her search when she saw me 
sitting at my table and let a faint smile appear on her 
lips, not realizing that I was watching her from a 
different angle through the mirror. Then she continued 
looking around the room before her eyes stopped on 
someone sitting at a corner table. She took a deep 
breath, almost as if she was getting ready to do 
something that she really didn't want to do, then put a 
smile on her face. It was an artificial smile, one of 
those smiles where it's not really meant. As a 
salesman, I'm used to smiling on demand and to 
recognize when my client is doing the same thing.

I watched the nice swing of her ass as she walked 
across the room and held out her hand to the man, as 
if it was an introduction to him. The man ignored her 
hand and patted the bench beside him as an 
indication for her to sit down. As she sat down beside 
him, he stared at her as if he were examining a piece 
of meat for the first time. Not as if he was greeting an 
old friend or a new acquaintance. It was almost as if 
he felt that he owned her.

Something seemed wrong to me. Not only about the 
way that he was examining her, but also because I 
thought that he wasn't her type. I could see an 
attractive woman going out with the Italian yesterday, 
but this man was too much of a greasy slimeball to be 
involved with her.

Agnes said something to me, which pulled my 
attention back to the woman sitting at my table. After 
a couple of minutes of idle chitchat, I glanced over at 
their table again, to see the waiter cleaning it up. They 
were gone.

I'm not naive. She has to be a prostitute.

Chapter 2 - Mariah

After I escorted Agnes to her room and she didn't ask 
me in, I went back to the lounge. After an hour of 
sitting by myself, I decided that I wanted to treat 
myself to a little sexual pampering. I gave the 
bartender a ten spot and asked him to tell me how to 
get a hooker sent to my room. He said that he would 
have someone come by.

Her name was Barbie or that's what she said to call 
her because my western tongue couldn't pronounce 
her Thailand name. I showed her what I could do with 
my tongue.

She did anything that I wanted her to do. And she had 
a nice body for an Asian woman. I like my women to 
have a little more meat on their body. I was lying on 
my back and she was doing a fantastic job of humping 
me; but somehow her small overall size reminded me 
of a six grade girl with big boobs. As she humped me, 
my imagination went wild and with my eyes closed, 
she turned into my mystery American woman.

This woman was a good fuck. My imagination made 
her better.

******

I got up early and went for my morning jog. As I was 
returning to the hotel, I saw the mystery woman walk 
out of the hotel. She was dressed in the same clothes 
that she had on yesterday, so it must have been an all-
nighter for her.

As she walked down the street, I timed it so that I 
caught up to her just as she reached the corner.

"Hi, I'm Dave Rutledge. I just arrived here and was 
glad to see that other American's are here also. Have 
you been here long?"

She paused before she replied, allowing a little smile to 
form in the corners of her lips before she replied in a 
soft, sultry sounding voice "My friends call me Mariah. 
I was born in America but I've been here for the last 
ten years, so I almost consider myself to be a native. I 
saw you in the bar with your attractive friend."

"Mariah is a pretty name. I like the sound of it. It 
invokes a feeling of wind blown adventure."

She laughed and responded "Thank you. But I don't 
think that you stopped me just so that we can bull shit 
each other. What do you want?"

"Right to the point, aren't you? Good. So am I. I'm here 
to establish a new sales territory with Agnes being the 
permanent sales agent. I want to make this a 
productive six weeks so I'm looking for someone that is 
local, that knows the local markets and how to deal 
with the natives. When I saw you in the bar, I didn't 
realize that you had been here that long, but I thought 
that I could see if you might know someone that could 
help us."

There was a long pause and she held up a long ruby-
red fingernail against her voluptuous red lips as if she 
was thinking. Then she asked "So you are going back 
to America in six weeks. Is your friend also going back 
at the same time?"

"No, Agnes will be here for at least the next year."

"How do you think that I can help you? I'm only a 
prostitute and know nothing about setting up sales 
territories. I've fucked a lot of salesmen, but I don't see 
how that can help."

"Will you meet me this afternoon? Not in the hotel bar, 
but somewhere else so that I can talk to you?" I asked.

She didn't answer for almost twenty seconds. I was 
getting ready to say "pretty please with sugar on it" 
when she responded "Hotel East Lane is two blocks 
that way. Be in the bar at 6 pm and don't be late or 
stand me up. I believe in getting revenge."

She turned away and walked across the corner, 
leaving me standing there, watching her.

The rest of the day dragged. I kept looking at my watch 
and checking our schedule, pushing Agnes to work 
within the allotted time. For some reason, I found it 
difficult to concentrate on work and kept thinking 
about Mariah. I even came up with a lame excuse 
when one client suggested drinks after work, leaving 
Agnes to fend for herself with the potential client.

At 5:45, I walked into the bar and ordered a beer. At 
5:58, Mariah sat down on the stool beside me, saying a 
few quick words to the bartender; which I didn't 
understand.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I greeted him, explained that you were my friend so he 
will take care of you instead of treating you like a 
tourist, and asked for a drink."

"You speak very fluent Thai." I said.

"You would too, if you had spent half of your life here. 
At first it was difficult to understand anyone, until I 
learned the language basics. The Thai, or Siamese, are 
the dominant ethnic group of Thailand. Their tonal 
and largely monosyllabic language, isn't affiliated with 
any other Asian linguistic family. Americans have 
problems with the language because the language does 
not relate to any European or English words. That is 
because Thailand was never a European colony which 
is rare among the Asian countries. Thai means `free' in 
their language."

"How did you wind up here?" I asked.

"My father abandoned me here. I moved here with my 
parents when my father's job re-located him here. 
After my mother died under suspicious circumstances, 
he married a Thai whore who wanted to go to the 
states. Only my new step-mother wasn't interested in 
having me, a ten year old child, tag along with them. 
Dad was pussy whipped and would do anything she 
wanted. When they sneaked back to the states after he 
was fired from his job because of stealing, I was left to 
fend for myself. The whore's friends took me in and 
started selling my body to pay my share of the rent. 
Child prostitutes are very common here and are in 
high demand. The first several times I didn't cooperate 
and was raped. Then I learned that it was futile to 
resist. I have been a whore ever since. It's the only life 
that I know."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize." I stammered.

"Don't be. I serve a useful purpose and have learned to 
adapt to my role in society. I even learned to enjoy it 
and can't think about doing anything else now. 
Because of the way that I look and how I pleasure my 
customers, I make very good money for a Thai whore. 
So much money, that I could quit now and live very 
comfortable here for the rest of my life. But I won't 
quit, because it is the only life that I know and I enjoy 
providing pleasure to my male customers. I also have a 
very regular customer base where I trust my 
customers and don't have to seek out new customers. 
But enough about me. Now, why don't you explain 
why you think a whore can help you break into this 
market?"

I was glad that she changed the subject. I quickly 
responded "We don't understand the Thai mentality. 
We don't know how to deal with their personality 
issues. I was hoping that you could give us some 
advice. I would be willing to pay for your time."

She paused, lighting a cigarette, leaving a trace of her 
red lipstick on the filter before she responded "I 
haven't done anything for free in a long time. When 
you stopped me, I thought it was because you wanted 
to fuck me. So you want me to sell my knowledge and 
not my body. It sounds interesting to have an business 
relationship that does not involve sex."

With her ruby tipped fingernail, she flicked her 
cigarette lighter open and close a couple of times as 
she thought about my proposal. Then she continued "I 
have an established client schedule and could only 
assist one to two hours every evening before I have to 
go to work. I still have to maintain my clients after you 
leave and I can't afford to lose any of them."

"I understand and will work around your schedule."

"I want ten dollars an hour." she said.

"That is reasonable."

"No, it's not. It's highway robbery for a Thai's time 
when sex isn't involved. And I'm considered a Thai by 
the locals, no matter what I look like. For that much 
money, you can hire someone for all day."

"I'll still pay it." I smiled at her.

She smiled back and responded "I know you will. I 
wasn't turning it down, just advising you of the salary 
difference."

For the next hour, we talked. She really gave me an in-
depth understanding of most Thailander's personality 
and how they would re-act to different situations. I 
had just wanted to meet her when I came up with this 
bullshit plan, but she was really providing me with 
valuable insight into their personalities.

At exactly 7:10 she said "Time's up for today and I 
have someone that is waiting for me. I can meet with 
you for one hour about the same time tomorrow, two 
hours the next day and then I have to go out of town 
with a client for two days. He wants to show off his 
American woman and how she can't get enough of 
him. He's willing to pay me four times my normal rate, 
so I'll play his little game. Same place tomorrow 
night?"

"Yes." I responded as I reached for my billfold.

She stopped my hand by putting her hand on my 
wrist, squeezing me with her warm, long fingernails as 
she said "I'll keep track of what you owe me. Just 
before you leave, we can settle up. I don't want your 
money to get mixed in with my pimp's money."

I went back to my hotel bar and had the bartender 
send up another whore. This girl had completely over-
sized artificial breasts and long blonde hair. She was 
dressed and tried to look like a Thai Dolly Parton. 
While she looked nice with a dress on, her silicone 
implants felt hard and didn't look normal when she 
was naked and rolling on the bed. After a quick fuck, I 
paid her the five dollars and eased her ass out of my 
room.

Agnes was a little grumpy the next morning because 
the client had hit on her and she finally had to slip 
away, knowing that she probably lost him as a 
customer. She took her anger out on me, but I didn't 
care.

Again I found it difficult to concentrate on work. As I 
was taking notes at a meeting with a prospective 
client, I discovered that the doodling that I was doing, 
was a drawing of the ruby-red voluptuous Texas lips 
that I had stared at last night as we talked.

She's a whore. A fucking whore who is more Thai than 
American. But I can't get my mind off of her. I don't 
know what's wrong with me. I could hire her to fuck 
me but I don't want to do that. Let me take that back. I 
do want her to fuck me, but I want it to be because 
she wants to be with me, not because I paid her.

I must be getting old. My older brother warned me that 
there would come a day when I would start feeling 
these strange urges to settle down; when I would want 
more than a good simple fuck from a woman. When I 
would allow myself to get trapped in that hopeless 
state of marriage.

I feel funny. I can't get her out of my mind. 

******

Agnes was a little suspicious when I turned down 
another invitation to stop off for drinks a second time. 
I can't tell her that I'm meeting a whore that I have 
hired to discuss local attitudes. And that I don't want 
her to go with me.

Mariah was right on time. As she lit her almost 
constant cigarette, I looked at her to see if I could 
figure out why she attracted me so much. She was 
dressed in a normal American cocktail dress, looking 
like a woman out on the town with her man. Her long 
wavy Chestnut hair framed her face, complementing 
her classic facial features. While she was exposing 
some cleavage, it was an acceptable display.

"Have you told your friend about me yet?" she asked, 
shaking me loose from my daydream.

"No."

"Why not? I was looking forward to meeting her. I like 
the way she dresses and wanted to talk to her about 
where she buys her clothes."

"She brought them with her."

She smiled as she admonished me "You don't 
understand women. I watch the fashions and try to 
keep up with the latest styles. I just wanted to talk to 
her about trends that we won't see over here for 
another year. I understand that you fucked Terahi last 
night?"

My face turned red. I nodded my head.

She smiled "Terahi and I grew up in the same 
whorehouses, experiencing puberty together. We used 
to sit around and talk about the mystery of our 
changing bodies. When we were waiting on our next 
customer, we would compare our budding breasts, 
help each other style our hair, and talk about what it 
was like to grow up as a Thailand woman. She was my 
best friend and I was her slightly younger sister. If it 
hadn't been for her, I would probably not survived my 
adolescence years. As we grew up, she used to get 
jealous of my larger breasts, showing her anger 
because my body was filling out with feminine curves 
while she was still looking like a little girl going 
through puberty. Then one day, Terahi ruined her 
body with her cheap implants. She went from being 
almost flat with breasts just a little bigger than 
scrambled eggs, to having two oranges-like bumps 
squeezed under her tight skin. I laughed at her and 
told her to get them taken out because they didn't look 
real and then to get out of the business, but she 
wouldn't listen to me.  After her skin stretched to fit 
her implants and looked somewhat normal, she 
decided that they were too small.  So she went through 
a second surgery where they removed the first 
implants and inserted even larger silicone implants to 
bring her up to her current size. What did you really 
think of her boobs?"

"They turned me off."

"She looks nice dressed, but her breasts look so 
unrealistic when they are bouncing inches from your 
face. I was always pressured to increase my boob size 
because I could make more money, but I didn't want to 
have the implants. It's so hard to find a good doctor 
over here who you can trust to do the surgery 
correctly. Men are so visual oriented and like big boobs 
and they tip better when they are satisfied. So what 
you are seeing hanging on my chest, is nothing more 
than the effect of feminine hormones. What do you 
think of my boobs?"

"I haven't seen them yet, except when you leaned over 
to pick up your purse. You have a nice body from what 
I have seen so far."

She flounced her hair and struck a teasing pose as she 
responded in a seductive pose "I have a body that 
you'll never forget. I guarantee it."

Then she started laughing so hard that a tear formed 
in her eye. I laughed with her. When she quit laughing, 
she continued "You don't know how hard it is, to look 
sexy like this. I have to constantly work out, watch 
what I eat, and worry about body parts that like to sag. 
If I didn't wear the proper support undergarments, I 
would look like shit. But enough about me, you are 
paying to learn about business people."

The hour passed too quickly. Not only was she 
beautiful, but she was very intelligent also. I think of 
most women as being basically bimbos whose only 
function in life is to satisfy my animal instincts. 
Although she hadn't attended formal schools past the 
fifth grade, she was self taught. Her keen 
understanding of human psychology was self-learnt 
from her years of living as a hooker.

When it was time for her to leave, I was torn with 
asking her to stay, or risking paying her to stay. I 
wanted to take her back to my hotel room and make 
love to her.

Oh, shit. I wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. I 
haven't felt that way about a woman since my first 
college sweetheart.

With reluctance, I let her go, knowing that within 
twenty minutes, she would be letting someone undress 
her as they played with each other's private areas. 
That she would be allowing him to suck on her 
breasts. That she would be taking his cock into her 
body, letting his cum spurt into her. That she would 
be letting some stranger do the things to her that I 
wanted to do to her, but couldn't. Knowing that I 
wouldn't see her for two more days, because she was 
traveling with a man who was paying her to pretend to 
be his wife.

Chapter 3 - Agnes

When I joined Agnes in the breakfast bar, she was 
acting funny. She was quite and acted as if she had 
something on her mind. Where she had previously 
been vivacious, now she was subdued. As we visited 
our customers, she was her normal professional self, 
but as soon as we walked out of the customer's office, 
she returned to her restrained personality. We had a 
customer join us at lunch so I couldn't really talk to 
her about this drastic change in her personality. As we 
were riding down the elevator from the last customer 
on our schedule, I asked "Would you like to join me at 
happy hour?"

She paused before replying "I would like that very 
much."

I had the taxi take us to a near-by bar. Once we were 
seated at the table and had our drinks in front of us, I 
said "Something seems to be bothering you."

She stared at me before replying "Do you find me 
attractive?"

"Why, of course. You are extremely beautiful."

"That's not what I asked you. I can be beautiful but 
not attractive to your eyes."

"Yes, I'm very attracted to you."

"Then why the hell don't you open up and let me get 
closer to you. When I saw you back at the main office, 
I started having night fantasies about being in a hotel 
room with you for six weeks. We have been here four 
nights and you ran away from me for two nights. As 
soon as I could get rid of the customer and get back to 
the hotel, I ran back to the hotel, hoping that you 
would call me. I sat in my hotel room both nights just 
waiting for you to call. Are you gay?"

I laughed and responded "No. I've never seen a man 
that attracted me or one that I wanted to get in bed 
with. What we have here is a failure to communicate. I 
thought that you were being professional and wanted 
to keep that relationship, so I've been on my best 
behavior. I didn't know that you wanted me as much 
as I wanted you."

Her slightly misty eyes glistened as she responded 
"Let's go back to my room and make up for lost time."

******

As soon as we got in the taxi, we kissed for the first 
time in the taxi. It was a long, loving kiss, offering 
promise of her held back passion. She sat next to me, 
letting my hand stroke her long beautiful blonde hair. 
The silky feel of her flaxen hair falling between my 
fingers was very erotic.

As my hand caressed her hair, I let my other hand run 
along her cheek, feeling her soft skin as I smelled her 
sweet smelling hair. Her breathing became deeper and 
her breasts were beginning to rise and fall with her 
deeper breathing. I looked up to see the taxi driver 
staring at us in the mirror. I threw a twenty dollar bill 
over the seat and he adjusted his mirror so that he 
was no longer looking at us in the mirror.

Agnes and I were both very aroused. She moaned 
softly as I pulled her business jacket back before I 
slowly unbuttoned her blouse and released her 
beautiful breasts. I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra 
and was very pleased with my first sight of those 
creamy mounds. My hand softly touched her creamy 
white breast and she slightly jerked as she tried to 
hold back her light moan. Her nipples were fully erect 
and I rubbed her pouty nipples with my finger tips, 
watching them grow as I tease them.

We were disturbed from our foreplay by the driver's 
broken English as he asked "You wanna me go long 
country drive or get out. Here hotel."

I looked up to see that we were approaching our hotel. 
I looked at Agnes and she whispered "Bed. Quickly." as 
she shuddered.

I said "Pull in." as I gave him five more dollars. He got 
paid twenty-five dollars for a three dollar ride.

Agnes buttoned her blouse quickly and pulled her 
jacket front, back to a more normal look. As we got out 
of the taxi, I remembered holding her hand and feeling 
her warm blood flow through her normally cold hands 
as we walked through the lobby.

As soon as we got into the elevator, she rubbed her 
body against me as she whispered "My panties are 
soaking wet. I became even more turned on as my wet 
panties squished against my flesh as we walked across 
the lobby. Can you smell me?"

"Yes, and you smell so wonderful, so feminine, so 
horny." I whispered as I squeezed her breasts through 
her blouse. Fondling her breasts as I sucked on her 
neck was making me rock hard. I couldn't wait for the 
elevator to stop but didn't want it to stop also.

When the elevator door opened, we ran to her room 
like two teenage kids. She fumbled with her key and 
couldn't get the key into the lock. She shoved the key 
in my hand and as I tried to unlock her door, she 
started pulling my shirt out of my pants. By the time I 
got her door open, she had my shirt half-way un-
buttoned.

As her door slammed behind us, she dropped to her 
knees and started tugging on my belt buckle as she 
pulled me down onto the carpet with her. My hands 
were trying to fumble with her blouse buttons which 
don't want to cooperate now. So with one quick jerk 
that popped her buttons, I exposed her heaving 
breasts. I locked my lips around one of her pouty 
nipples, staring at her creamy white boobs as her 
hands continue to work on my trousers. She tugged at 
my trousers, pulling them down around my hips, as 
my hand quickly slid up her dress, then inside her 
panties. She was right about her panties being wet. As 
I stroked her pussy, she jerked again and I felt the 
shudder go through her as another wave exploded 
inside her body.

The air was thick with her nectar of the god's scent 
and I had to explore the source of that wonderful 
smell. I rolled her over on her back as I expertly pulled 
her damp panties completely down and off her long 
legs before I kneeled between her legs. She spread her 
legs, inserted her index finger into her vagina and then 
offered a pussy wet finger to my mouth. Although the 
real thing was only inches away, I sucked brazenly on 
her finger.

When I finished cleaning her finger, her finger slid out 
of my mouth, and her hand roamed through my hair, 
pulling my head between her legs. As my tongue 
touched her, she moaned loudly and her legs wrapped 
around my neck, holding me prisoner. My movement 
was limited to my tongue. 

The smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating as I 
licked her clit and tongued her juicy hole. Through 
muffled ears, I hear her loud cries of pleasure while I 
was licking and sucking her; as her copious pussy 
juices flowed down my chin.

My tongue passionately licked her clit, as my hands 
fondled her breasts. Although I couldn't see them, I 
could clearly feel her engorged and swollen nipples. 
Suddenly her legs squeezed my head tighter as she 
rapidly humped my face. Her orgasm was intense and 
her sweet, warm cum covered my face. The orgasm 
caused her to thrash uncontrollably. Her pussy 
gushed as I licked and mouthed her hot, wet cunt. 
With a guttural sound she stiffened for a long moment, 
then jerked. Her hips pulsated, and I gulped the river 
that poured out of her. She released my face and I 
rotated so that my cock was rubbing against her lips 
as I continued to nibble hungrily against her pussy. 

Using my fingers and tongue, I spread her vagina so 
that I could easily suck her enlarged clit into my 
mouth. The pungent aroma of her secretions was more 
than I could bear. I felt her lips wrap around my cock 
head and felt her suck on me gently. I wanted more 
and shifted position slightly so that I forced more of 
my cock into her mouth. For a moment, I thought that 
she resisted it, then she let me enter her mouth. I used 
my tongue against her clit to show her that I wanted 
her to use her tongue on me. I pulled back slightly so 
that she had some head room, so that she could use 
her mouth to stroke me. 

Something seemed wrong. Although I was turned on 
and sucking her wet clit for everything I could do, she 
wasn't as enthusiastic with my cock. My very hard 
cock was just resting in her mouth and she was only 
barely sucking me. 

With a gentle motion, I rolled her over so that we were 
in a slightly different position. My cock came out of her 
mouth and as I pushed my cock back gently forward 
toward her mouth, I felt closed lips. Encircling her clit 
with my lips, I rapidly vibrated my tongue across its 
velvet-like inner flesh, hoping that I could provide her 
with the incentive to suck my cock. Her clit felt like a 
distended button knob as I sucked it deep within my 
mouth.

She started shifting position so that I was rolled over 
on my back and she climbed on top of me so that her 
pussy was directly over my cock. As her hands rubbed 
my chest, she whispered "Please don't ask me to do 
that."

I stared into her eyes and then nodded to her as she 
eased down, guiding my cock so that my cock slid 
inside her. I could feel her vagina as it sucked my cock 
deeper inside her. Her wetness was overpowering. My 
cock felt as if it was in a container of oil. She 
whispered, "I want you inside me, and I'm going to give 
you the best fuck that you ever had."

I caressed her tits with my free hand as she rode me. 
Although what she was doing to me was very 
pleasurable, it wasn't what I wanted her to do to me. 
As she alternated humping up and down on me, with 
sideways movements and changes in her speed, my 
mind drifted as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her 
pussy sloshing around my cock.

I stared at her creamy white breasts bouncing up and 
down as she thrashed up and down. My eyes drifted to 
her glistening lips as I focused on her slightly open 
mouth. I shut my eyes as I listened to her groans and 
felt her vagina muscles squeeze me. As my mind 
drifted, I could still see her lips with my imagination, 
but her face was changing. Her face changed to 
Mariah's face and her hair changed color to Mariah's 
hairstyle. With my eyes shut, it was Mariah that was 
riding me, not Agnes. As Agnes went up and down on 
me, my fantasy Mariah wrapped her lips around my 
cock. Although it was Agnes' vagina muscles squeezing 
my cock, I was pretending it was Mariah's mouth. 

With this new fantasy simulation combined with the 
real simulation, I couldn't control myself anymore. I 
released a low groan as my balls tightened and my 
hips started pounding against her movement. She 
sensed my impending explosion and sucked me in 
deeper, squeezing me as hard as she could. I felt her 
fingernails dig deep into me as she also joined me in 
another orgasm.

With a barely stifled, "Aaaaahhhhh!" I let go and drove 
hard into her mouth, I mean her cunt. As I exploded 
into her, I opened my eyes and came back to reality. It 
was Agnes that I was fucking, not Mariah.

She collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried deep 
inside her wet cunt. I could feel her juices mixed with 
my cum, flowing out of her and down the crack of my 
ass. Her breathing was very deep and she was lying on 
my damp chest.

We laid like that for several minutes before she 
whispered "I like to be ate, but I can't do the same 
thing. I gag when a cock rams deep into my mouth and 
it ruins the night for me. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I enjoyed making love to you very much." I lied.

******

Our clothes were a mess, with the ripped buttons and 
dried pussy juice. I spent the night in her room. We 
moved from the floor to her bed. Now, that I knew 
what to expect, I didn't try to force her to blow me 
anymore. Except for that, she was right. She was a 
good fuck.

She would let me eat her, but her lips didn't come near 
my cock again. We fucked four times that first night 
and each time, my imagination drifted away so that it 
was Mariah in bed with me.

We cut our appointments short the next day and 
rushed back to her room. This time, we got our clothes 
off before we fucked each other's brains out.

I enjoyed the saltiness of my cum mixed with her 
pussy juice. So we would fuck and then I would eat 
her out while my cock rested. When I was ready, we 
would fuck again.

At lunch the next day, she suggested that we change 
our afternoon appointments so that we could go back 
to her room. I took a deep breath because it was the 
moment that I knew that I had to make a decision. I 
responded "We still have almost five weeks where we 
will be working together and have a lot of work to do. I 
don't know about you, but I need to get a little rest 
tonight or my cock will fall off from over-use."

She giggled and responded "Ok, big man. If my little 
pussy is too much for you and you need to rest, I can 
accept that. Why don't we go to my room after work 
and just sleep together? All curled up beside each 
other, but no sex."

"I can't trust myself in bed with you. I need to rest."

"It's your loss." she replied coquettish.

Chapter 4 - The fight

After work, I escorted her to her room, and then to my 
room to change clothes. I called the hotel operator and 
requested her to hold my calls, then took my phone off 
the hook. Looking up and down the hall, I slipped out 
of my room and down the stairway. I used a back hotel 
exit and quickly walked the two blocks to the hotel bar 
where I was going to meet Mariah.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As I sipped 
on it, I wondered how I was to resolve my two women 
situation. I liked Agnes and had to spend the next five 
weeks working with her. I also liked fucking her; but 
for some reason, I could only think about Mariah when 
I was in bed with Agnes. I reminded myself of the old 
motto about a "bird in the hand being better than two 
birds in the bush" but it didn't work. I still wanted 
Mariah.

"Hello, Dave." said a soft voice behind me.

I turned to see a smiling Mariah standing behind me. 
She was wearing the typical Thailand female dress. 
She said "My client wanted me to dress very 
traditional, knowing that my American body would 
look over-stacked. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. How are you?"

"A little tired. My client is an old friend that I have 
been with for several years. In fact, I don't take new 
clients on because I have such a long list of repeating 
clients. Anyhow, this guy doesn't know when to quit. 
Six times a night is normal for him. I really earned my 
money although he was very generous. I made more in 
the last two days than most native Thai's make in a 
year."

She sat down beside me and lit a cigarette as the 
bartender brought her a drink. I saw several condom 
packages in her purse when she opened her purse. I 
looked at her breasts pressing against her native 
blouse, her exposed thighs through the slit in her 
dress and knew that I had to have her. I had imagined 
what it would be like to have sex with her and now I 
had to have her.

I asked "Which condoms are the best?"

"Depends upon what you like. The ribbed ones help me 
enjoy sex more, but I really use them for my 
protection. I haven't had sex with anyone in over ten 
years without a condom between us. I take that back. I 
had one customer whom I trusted very much and he 
used to beg me to do it natural. All my johns have to 
wear them or I keep going."

I softly asked "Would you consider adding me to your 
list of clients?"

She removed a small piece of tobacco from her mouth 
before replying "That could ruin our short but 
pleasurable friendship. You would be just another 
John. Is that the relationship that you want with me?"

"No. I want to make love with you, but don't want to 
lose your friendship."

She smiled at me before she took a sip of her drink. 
Then she said "I can have any man that I want and 
most women. I'm very selective about who I rent my 
body to and even more selective as to who I give my 
body to. I know why you want me and understand 
your needs. Believe me, I know more about what it 
feels like to have a horny cock hanging between your 
legs, than you realize. However, I also have my own 
personal needs. Most times, I ignore my needs and do 
whatever it takes to make the money. When I saw you 
and talked to you, it wasn't as a whore talking to her 
john, it was as a woman talking to her man. I want 
you also, but I don't want you to be just a client. When 
and if I do have sex with you, it will be free because it's 
something that I want as much as you want it. But I 
can't do it now. I want us to have a normal 
relationship that isn't built upon sex alone. I want to 
know you as a person and think of you that way. Not 
as another cock. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes." I replied.

She smiled and turned in her swivel chair so that her 
legs were rubbing against my legs. She raised her 
hand, touching one fingertip against her lips, before 
transferring that kiss to my lips with her fingertip.

I caught her hand and held it, staring in her beautiful 
eyes. Those same beautiful eyes that I had 
remembered as I made love to Agnes.

We didn't say anything as we stared at each other. 
Then I heard someone close say "Dave, I went 
shopping for some new underwear and saw you walk 
in here. I didn't follow you on purpose and thought 
that I would surprise you. I see that it was me that got 
the surprise."

I turned to see a very angry Agnes standing mere 
inches away. As I opened my mouth, she cried "I don't 
want to hear your lies. You can have your whore but 
you will never have me again."

She turned and stomped out of the bar. I started to go 
after her, but Mariah stopped me "If I was just your 
whore, I would gladly let you go after her. But I feel 
that I'm your woman and I don't want you to go. If you 
go after her, I won't be here when you come back. It's 
your choice"

I stood and looked at her. I wanted her, but I felt that I 
owed something to Agnes after sleeping with her the 
last two nights. For thirty seconds, I stood there like a 
damn fool. Then I said "Agnes is my business partner 
and I have to look after her and work with her. I can't 
hurt her like this. I'll be back."

As I walked across the bar, Mariah cried "I won't be 
here."

I turned to watch her stand up as she snubbed out her 
cigarette and picked up her purse. Then she turned 
and walked toward the other door.

I hurried back to the hotel and saw Agnes as she 
stepped into the elevator. I yelled for her to hold the 
door but she let it shut in my face as she angrily 
stared at me.

By the time I got up to her floor, she was in her locked 
room. She ignored my knocking and eventually a 
bellhop asked me to leave or go back to my room. I 
called from my room but her phone was off the hook. I 
couldn't go after Mariah because I didn't know where 
to find her.

I slowly laid back on my bed thinking about the mess 
that I was in. My business partner now hated me and I 
had five long weeks of working with her which could be 
pure hell. Mariah was mad at me and I only had five 
short weeks to resolve our differences. Two beautiful 
sexy women and both of them hated me. It could be a 
long five weeks.

******

I found a note under my door. The very business-like 
note was from Agnes and basically noted that she 
wanted to use my time as productive as possible. 
Therefore, she would see one series of clients while I 
visited other clients. She gave me a list of clients to see 
today, with the addendum that she would call me 
tonight to discuss work and tomorrow's schedule. It 
was a very formal note from a pissed off woman.

I followed her schedule and hurried back to the hotel. 
Again, her phone was off the hook and she wouldn't 
answer my door knocks.

I rushed over to the bar where I had left Mariah. She 
didn't show up and the bartender pretended he didn't 
know who I was talking about. So I returned to my 
hotel bar, only to discover that not only did the hotel 
bartender pretend that he didn't know Mariah, but he 
was suddenly out of the private business of providing 
women to the hotel guests.

The next several days were pure hell. Agnes found 
some way to hide from me. I ignored her daily schedule 
under my doorway and put my own notes under her 
doorway. We entered a weekend where we should have 
been exploring the countryside but instead I was 
sitting in my room, all by myself. 

I went for a walk and picked up a Thai woman. As we 
were walking back to my hotel, a woman passed us 
and said something in Thai to my whore. I looked at 
the woman and recognized Terahi, who was Mariah's 
friend. The whore that I was with, stopped and said in 
her halting English "Maybe some other time. I go now."

She turned and walked away, leaving me staring at 
Terahi. I said "Where is Mariah? I've got to talk to her."

"She say me tell you that you had your chance and 
fucked up. She pay me and friends to make sure that 
you have sorry five weeks."

"Fuck you and fuck her. I screwed up and I admit it. I 
want to talk to her. I want to apologize to her and beg 
her forgiveness. Tell her that I have to see her. If she 
really likes me as much as she claims, she will forgive 
me this one error."

Terahi didn't say anything for several seconds, then 
she said "I believe you truth. She feel hurt and is in 
anger. She liked you really. Go your room and wait 
while I talk to her."

She turned and left me standing on the corner. I knew 
that I had to do as she directed. In my hotel room, I 
paced the floor, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting 
to hear her sultry voice call out for me.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it to discover 
Mariah standing in the hallway. She was wearing jeans 
and a blouse. She said "Terahi can be very persuasive 
and convinced me to cancel my early date for tonight. I 
understand that you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes, please come in."

I watched as she entered the room and sat down in the 
room's only chair. I sat on the bed and watched as she 
lit her cigarette. Then she softly said "What do you 
wish to say?"

"I made a mistake. I want us to be more than friends 
and regret hurting you."

She stared at me for a moment and then picked up the 
phone, pressing a button. As she waited on the 
operator, she turned on the room's radio to a soft 
music station. After a short pause, she said "Room 
Service, please send a bottle of wine up to Room 412. 
Thank you."

She stood up and held out her hand as she continued 
"I won't make love to you tonight, but I'll talk to you 
and flirt with you. Dance with me."

I stood up and she melted into my body. Her soft, 
shiny Chestnut hair felt so soft against my face as she 
leaned her body into my body. As her breasts pressed 
against me, I felt extremely relieved that she was back. 
We danced slow, feeling the music, enjoying the 
comfort of each other's body, not saying a word 
because it would destroy the mood. Still entwined in 
each other's arms and our sensual embrace, we 
tenderly kiss and I slowly danced around so that I 
could see our reflections in the mirror.

We looked so perfect and comfortable with each other. 
Her tall body was the correct size and portion for my 
taller and wider male body. Her eyes were shut and I 
could see that very faint and enjoyable smile on her 
face.

A loud knock on the door interrupted our slow dance 
to an old Tommy Dorsey song. She said "It's the wine. I 
can't drink much but would like a glass to relax me. I 
felt very tense coming up here to your room."

I slowly let go of her and walked over to the door. I was 
reaching for my billfold as I opened the door and was 
shocked to see Agnes standing there. She had a smile 
on her face as she said "I made a fool of myself and it 
took several days for me to get the courage to admit it. 
I want to apologize."

I just stared at her, knowing that the partially open 
door was keeping her from seeing Mariah. I knew that 
my mouth was open but I didn't know what to say. I 
heard Agnes continue "Can you forgive me?"

She stepped forward and put her arms around my 
neck. I felt her tense and her arms jump from around 
my neck. She was staring at Mariah sitting in the 
chair. For ten seconds, no one said anything or moved 
as the two women stared at each other. Then Agnes 
said "It's obvious that I made another mistake. It won't 
occur again. I suggest that you return to the states 
because I refuse to work with you. Have a good day."

She turned and walked out of the room. My stomach 
was in knots and I felt confused. I wanted to run after 
her and work something out, but I knew that I would 
lose Mariah. 

I turned around and Mariah was picking up her purse. 
She said "Looks like you still have some major 
decisions to make about your personal life. I suggest 
that you follow her and try to resolve your business 
problems. After all, money is money. Speaking of 
which, I still have time to catch my early date. I'll be in 
touch."

As she stepped forward, I caught her arm and cried 
"Don't go."

She looked at me and proclaimed in an angry voice 
"I've never made a relationship commitment to a man. 
When I do, he is going to be my only man. Until you 
are ready to make the same commitment to me, I have 
to earn a living. And before you go pick up just any 
Thai woman for a quick fuck, ask the bartender to 
send Terahi up to see you. You don't have to worry 
about catching something from her. If Terahi hadn't 
stopped you earlier tonight, you would've got a good 
dose of the clap from that unclean whore."

"Mariah. Please don't go." I cried.

She shook my hand loose from her wrist as she replied 
"I'm not mad, but I'm a little upset and I don't want to 
be with you right now. I'll be back, but not tonight. I'll 
be back when it's only me and you; and that bitch 
knows her place in your life. And you know my place."

I followed her to the elevator, pleading with her before 
she turned one more time to instruct me "Shut up or 
I'll never come back. I wanted to spend some quality 
time with you tonight but that loving mood is gone. I'm 
going to go to work and fuck someone's brains out 
while I wish that I was really with you. I'm pissed at 
you, at her and most of all, at myself, for under 
estimating myself and my relationship with you. I have 
to go and will plan some time off tomorrow so that we 
can talk. Now, don't ask me to stay again or you will 
really piss me off."

I stared into her eyes as the elevator door shut. I 
walked slowly back to my room, only to discover a 
bellhop standing there, holding a bottle of wine. I took 
the wine, signed the bill, and shut the door. I needed 
to throw a good drunk.

Chapter 5 - No nooky is...

Agnes was in the breakfast bar the next morning. I 
stood at her table and she said "I have to work with 
you but that doesn't mean that I have to like you. You 
may sit down."

I sat down and said "I'm sorry. I tried to talk to you all 
week. Mariah was also mad at me and we had just 
resolved our differences. She and I were talking but we 
weren't going to do anything."

"Is she a whore?"

"No, she is a prostitute." I admitted.

Agnes leaned back in her chair and softly said in a 
sarcastic tone "Some day, you have to explain the 
difference to me. How can you kiss her, knowing that 
an hour ago, she was probably sucking some man's 
cock? As for us, I thought that we had something 
special. I was very happy being with you and enjoyed 
making love to you. Why did you need the services of a 
prostitute? Did you hire her to blow you?"

"No, I didn't hire her for that. I mean, I hired her for 
another purpose but not for her body. She has lived 
here most of her life and she knows how to deal with 
the typical businessmen. I was paying her to teach me 
how they react, so that we could have a higher sign-up 
rate."

Agnes laughed, but it was more of a snort than a laugh 
as she said "A prostitute providing business training? 
So when were you going to get down on your knees 
and suck your client's cock. As he butt-fucked you, 
were you going to slide a contract in front of him? 
Come on, Dave. Give me credit for having more brains 
than to believe that."

"It's the truth. That was my intent, but as I was 
working with her, I discovered that I was attracted to 
her."

Agnes leaned forward and angrily whispered "So as I 
was fucking you, you were probably thinking about 
her. Thanks, you really know how to hurt people."

She jumped up from the table and marched out of the 
restaurant. My stomach was in knots from the tension 
and from drinking all that wine last night. As I stared 
at my cold pancakes, someone said "I was asked to 
give you a message. Mariah wants you to meet her at 
this address at 11 am."

I looked up to see the waiter holding a card with an 
address printed on it. Does every Thai know Mariah?

******

The taxi driver drove me to the address on the card. It 
turned out to be a private club located several miles 
outside Bangkok on the Gulf of Thailand. After the 
guard checked his list and found my name, he 
admitted me. I walked into the lobby to find the 
concierge waiting for me. He stated in very impeccable 
English "Mr. Rutledge, so nice of you to join us today. 
Miss Mariah asked me to show you to the locker room 
where you can change and then to please join her on 
the beach. We have taken the liberty of providing you a 
bathing suit, which is in your locker. It is a beautiful 
day for a swim and we have the best beach in the 
country."

He escorted me to the locker room and gave me a key 
to a locker. When I opened the locker, I saw a skimpy 
male bikini, not the usual boxer type of bathing suit 
that I was used to. I turned around to discover that I 
was alone and probably was expected to wear the 
bikini. At least it wasn't a thong bikini.

I changed and walked down the door, discovering a 
nice little private beach on the ocean. There was about 
thirty people on the beach and several of the Thai 
women were topless. I immediately noticed that all the 
men wore bikini bottoms. There was a row of lovely 
young women, all topless, sitting under the beach 
umbrellas. I felt myself becoming slightly aroused as I 
looked around at all this prime flesh. 

It was easy to pick out Mariah's tall western female 
body, sitting on the blanket as someone rubbed lotion 
on her back. As I walked over to her, the Thai woman 
rubbing lotion on her back whispered something to 
Mariah and she turned to look at me. She raised her 
sunglasses and gave a low wolf whistle, causing some 
of the other beach occupants to look at me.

She patted the blanket beside her as a signal for me to 
sit down beside her. As soon as I was sitting, Mariah 
said "Confusus say that men with erect cocks should 
not wear bikinis." I looked down to see that my mild 
erection was showing.

Before I could respond, she continued "Don't worry 
about it. This is a sex resort and the owner is a good 
friend of mine. You will see couples fuck on the beach 
or where ever they desire. Some of these girls are 
prostitutes while other's are normal business women 
here with their man to have fun. You remember 
Barbie, don't you."

I looked at the topless Thai putting on lotion on 
Mariah's back and recognized that she was one of the 
first prostitutes that I had picked up. Her long black 
hair hung behind her and her ripe breasts glistened 
from the lotion and sunshine. Her natural, youthful 
breasts were perfect half-moons hanging onto a 
slender perfect chest. Most of her breast flesh was a 
dark tan but around each dark nipple was a small 
creamy-white triangle where a tiny bikini top had 
barely hidden the pink nipple. She looked so lovely 
and so innocent at the same time exposing her breasts 
as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I 
responded "Hello, Barbie. How are you today?"

"I good fuck today. You member fuck me udder nite?" 
she responded in her broken English.

Mariah laughed and continued "I hired Barbie to be a 
servant for both of us today. She doesn't know what a 
menage a trois is, but watch the smile appear on her 
face whenever she hears the word `threesome'. Barbie, 
put lotion on Dave."

As Barbie started rubbing the lotion on my back, I 
looked at Mariah because it was the first time that I 
had seen her partially undressed. She had a muscular 
yet sleek back, her long smooth legs were shapely not 
showing an ounce of cellulite, while her belly was sleek 
with muscles. I remember her telling me that she liked 
to swim and I could see that she had a beautiful 
swimmer's body. She had on a bikini top and some 
cut-off jeans bottom.

I was staring at her bikini covered breasts, when she 
unclasped her bikini top and let it drop, exposing her 
perfect breasts and tan-brown nipples. Her C-cup 
breasts jutted out proudly, slightly jiggling as she 
moved. Her dark nipples were perfectly centered on 
some slightly puffy areolas, spiking out very 
prominently. I felt my erection get harder as I watched 
her breath, watching her boobs as they heaved 
rhythmically, slightly lifting and spreading apart as 
her lungs expanded with each inhale.

She softly said "You don't mind, do you? This feels so 
much nicer."

"No, not at all. It also looks nicer."

"I remember a picture of my mother on some American 
beach. She was wearing a bikini and looked very 
pretty. I like to think that I look like my mother. I 
sometimes look into a mirror when I'm naked and for 
just a moment, I see her reflection, not my reflection. 
My mother had a nice body. I like to think that my 
breasts look like my mother's breasts. Do you like the 
way I look?"

"I think that you are very beautiful."

"I get a little pressure to change my looks so that I look 
more like a sex siren, but I don't like that image. I like 
the girl-next-door image, so that's how I try to look. I 
was looking at your friend and noticed that we have a 
very similar appearance. If I was to color my hair and 
change my hair style, we would look so much alike 
that people would mistake us for sisters. Would you 
like for me to look like her?"

"No, as I said, I like the way you look now."

She smiled and softly mouthed the word "thanks"

Barbie laughed and pointed at my very evident 
erection. Mariah just looked at it and smiled as she 
laid down on the blanket, soaking up the sunshine.

I stretched out beside her, also enjoying the sun. As I 
soaked up the sun, Barbie's slender fingers coated me 
with lotion. When she was finished, Mariah said 
something which I didn't understand, but Barbie left 
us alone. As alone as you can be on a beach. I could 
hear other people, but did understand anything that 
they said because I didn't know their language.

I rolled over and looked around the beach, only to 
discover that the couple closest to us, was engaged in 
fellatio. The naked man was on his back, leaning on 
his elbows as the woman laid between his spread legs, 
sucking on his cock. I watched only for a moment, 
then became embarrassed as I started hearing her 
slight slurping sounds. I also started getting another 
hard-on.

"Mariah, do you see that couple on the next blanket?" I 
whispered.

She turned, glanced and then laid back down "It's the 
Police Chief. I wouldn't piss him off if I were you. Just 
ignore him and don't get too excited or he might get 
the wrong ideals. I've heard rumors that he swings 
both ways."

I was on my back, next to the topless woman of my 
dreams; twenty feet away a man was getting a blow job 
and I was supposed to keep my erection under control. 

We laid on the blanket and talked as the warm sun 
baked us. Barbie kept making us turn over and 
coating us with lotion, then she would chase us into 
the water.

I watched Mariah as she dove into the water, and I 
quickly followed her into the refreshing surf. She swam 
very effortlessly and I couldn't keep up with her so I 
was quickly exhausted. She was definitely in better 
shape than I was.

We were sitting on the blanket after one of our swims. 
Her long brown hair was plastered back against her 
head and drops of water were dripping off of her 
nipples. She was smoking a cigarette and I was 
enjoying the muscle rubbing that Barbie was doing to 
my back. I was quite relaxed and was slightly caught 
off guard when Mariah said "I want to go back to 
America. Will you help me?"

I changed position slightly and responded "Sure, I have 
to go back in about five weeks. Will you be ready to go 
then?"

"I don't have a passport."

"Shit. Well, we can check with the American Embassy 
and get them to re-issue your old passport."

"I don't exist officially. My father sneaked my mother 
and me in on a tramp steamer. There is no record of 
me or my mother ever arriving in this country. I have 
no proof that I'm an American. I have tried before and 
they turned me down, calling me a bastard Thai, a 
child of a whore and a soldier. I don't have any proof 
that I have ever been an American. I could buy a 
passport, but it would cost me everything that I have 
worked for."

"That could cause some problems."

"I've tried several times and never made it. I even 
considered marrying an American and going back with 
him, but so many Thai's have done that, that they now 
restrict the marriages. I've figured out a way that I can 
sneak back, but I'll need help. I've got something that 
has to be done or I'll go crazy. I've got to find my father 
and show him that I'm now a grown woman. Then I 
plan to seek revenge against him and his Thai whore 
wife."

"Whoa, I can't help you with that."

"I don't want you be involved in my revenge. I just 
want you to help me get into the states and then I'll do 
what has to be done."

"Murder is against the law." I declared, trying to talk 
some sense into her.

"Abandoning a child and leaving it to survive by 
whatever means the child can use, is also against the 
law. I think that my mother was poisoned and I plan to 
seek revenge for her death. And I didn't say that I was 
going to commit murder, just that I was going to seek 
my revenge."

Chapter 6 - Time passes

The next several weeks were a blur of activity. Agnes 
was completely professional and offered no personal 
advice or engaged in any personal contact. She 
scheduled the work so that we were very seldom 
together.

As for Mariah, we would meet every day for an hour 
before she would go to work. I had known her for three 
weeks and still hadn't had sex with her. But I wasn't 
lacking for sex because she sent a different woman to 
my room every night. Some were great, some were so-
so, and I was beginning to appreciate the smaller 
Asian female body frame.

In the beginning, most of our discussions were about 
my business. Then, the topic kept frequently changing 
about life in America. I was still sticking to my guns 
although I had to admit that I was extremely 
infatuated with her. I looked forward to our time 
together, even knowing that there would be no sex 
between us.

I recognized that I had really fallen in love with her. All 
I could think about when I wasn't with her, was her 
beautiful smile, her infectious laugh, and her vivacious 
personality. Time dragged for me until we were 
together and then flew during the brief time that we 
were together. Gone was the pretense of wanting to 
learn about the Thai people; instead I wanted to know 
everything about her. Although I knew a lot about her, 
I knew that she had a lot of secrets that she wasn't 
ready to share with me yet.

She hadn't brought the subject of going to America 
again but I had given it a lot of thought. As I held her 
hand across the table, gently stroking her long slender 
fingers, I know that it was time to discuss a subject 
that I had purposely ignored.

"Mariah, I must go home in two weeks. I don't want to 
go."

"Will your work let you stay longer?"

"No."

"Then you must go. Have you considered my request?"

"For me to help you go to America? Yes, I have and I'm 
ready to help you. What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to ask you to do only one thing and then to 
lie for me. I want you to steal Agnes' passport. I'll 
change my appearance so that I look like her. Then as 
we go through customs, you pretend that I'm her. 
When we get back to America, I'll mail her passport 
back to Barbie, who will make sure that she gets it 
back."

"I don't think that I can steal it. I've never done 
anything like that before." 

There was a long pause as she lit another cigarette. I 
recognized that she was a little tense and wanted to 
use the time to think before she responded.

"I had someone go through her room while she was 
out. She doesn't keep it in her room, so it has to be in 
her purse or briefcase. I can arrange for someone to 
steal her purse, but then she would turn it in. I don't 
want to do anything to hurt her, so I need her passport 
to quietly disappear from her pocketbook during your 
last night here. I promise you that if you do that for 
me, I'll spend the next two weeks in America with you, 
being your woman."

"Why only two weeks?"

"I know where my father is living. I have some things 
to discuss with him about why he abandoned me and 
how my mother died. You won't want to be around us 
while we are resolving our personal difficulties."

"Do you plan to kill him?"

"I'll not start our discussion with that objective. What I 
do to him, is up to him. I want some answers and then 
never want to see him again."

"Why haven't you made love to me?" I asked, changing 
the subject.

She flicked her ash into the ashtray and softly replied 
"It's not because I haven't wanted to. The real reason is 
because I was scared that you wouldn't like me or 
want me. So I did the next best thing. I sent some of 
my friends over so that you could find relief through 
them."

I held her hand and whispered "I want you. I have to 
have you. Tonight."

I saw a tear flow down her cheek. She haltingly replied 
"There's a lot that you don't know about me. 
Remember that I told you that my birth name was Pat 
but after I became a child whore, I changed it? Well, I 
changed it because I was no longer Patrick Joseph 
Wellington. My father abandoned a ten year old boy 
but the sex market here turned me into a she-male 
within two years of being abandoned. At first, the older 
whores sold me to men who wanted boys. After I 
learned to not resist and to actively participate, one of 
the whores discovered that I could earn more money if 
I wore make-up and looked a little feminine. By the 
time I was eleven, I was very comfortable with wearing 
padded bras, high heels, make-up and giving blowjobs 
or being fucked in the ass. Because I was American 
and looked so feminine, I was making three times as 
much as the other boy whores. The older whores was 
worried that puberty would change my voice, expand 
my chest and give me a bearded face. So they bought 
black-market female hormones and gave them to me. 
All through puberty, my normal male characteristics 
were replaced by the female hormones with female 
characteristics. My breasts are natural, or as natural 
as you can get with the large doses of hormones that 
have been injected into my body. I have taken female 
hormones for the last fourteen years and will take 
them for the rest of my life. Because I was so young 
when I started, my body had not started developing 
the normal male characteristics.  The stronger female 
hormones shaped my body so that it looked like a 
normal female body. Except that I have a small, 
functional cock between my legs."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't 
move because I was so confused that I didn't know 
which end was up. This beautiful, sexy woman, whose 
hand that I was still holding, was really a man.

She continued "My clients all know about me and 
most of them have been with me for my whole career. 
The first time that you talked to me in the bar, I came 
very close to telling you the truth. But there was 
something about you, that attracted me. Something 
that kept me from confiding in you. I don't hide it with 
other men, but for some reason, I couldn't tell you. So 
I used various excuses to stay out of your bed, while I 
was sending you friends to satisfy yourself. I wanted to 
be in your bed, curled up next to you, but I couldn't. 
Do you hate me?"

******

I made the worst mistake of my life. I remember it as if 
someone else was in control of my body. I remember 
staring at her for at least thirty seconds as her words 
sunk in and I recognized that she was telling the truth. 
Then like a puppet being controlled by strings, my 
body stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving her 
sitting there. Watching me as I walked out. Wanting 
me to turn around and to look back, but I didn't. I 
kept walking until I was outside and then I ran. I ran 
and ran until I collapsed on the sidewalk. I laid there 
crying and gasping for breath as her words kept 
echoing in my ears.

I don't know how long I laid there, but I barely 
remember a cop threatening me with arrest. I pulled 
myself to my feet and staggered back to my hotel. I 
poured myself a drink in my room but didn't want it. I 
had to have a clear head so I could think.

My woman. My perfect Texas cheerleader looking 
woman was really a man. Those perfect lips and 
luscious breasts belonged to a man. That perfectly 
manicured hand with the long slender, ruby-tipped 
fingernails, belonged to a man. I had sat across from 
her for weeks, listening to her, staring at her, thinking 
about her, wanting to make love to her; only she 
wasn't a her. She was a him.

I cried. I cried until my chest hurt. Then I dragged 
myself into the bathroom and stared at my swollen, 
dirty face in the bathroom mirror. I was a mess and 
smelled like shit where I had laid in something. I didn't 
even bother to undress but just walked into the 
shower with my clothes on and let the warm pulsating 
water return my energy to me.

I slowly undressed in the shower and cleaned myself. 
But no matter how much I scrubbed myself, I couldn't 
push her away from my thoughts. All I could think 
about was her.

The shower helped. I was able to return to a somewhat 
normal feeling again and to start thinking logically for 
the first time since she broke the news to me.

I sat down in a chair and started jotting notes down, 
trying to organize my thoughts.

I wrote the phrase "She is a man!" and stared at it. 
Then I drew a line through the word "is" and added 
"was born" so it now read "She was born a man!"

Then I wrote the phrase "She has a cock between her 
legs!!!!!". I looked at that for several minutes and 
thought about it. I didn't know for sure that she had a 
cock and was just assuming it, based upon her 
announcement. After all, I hadn't seen her naked yet 
and everything that I had seen her wear, had 
concealed that most private area.

Then I wrote the phrase "She doesn't look like a man." 
After staring at my latest scribbling for several 
seconds, I added "Or act like a man."

I added another phrase "She doesn't act like a drag 
queen." After thirty seconds I expanded it with "Her 
demeanor, her appearance, her attitude and her 
personality are what I expect from a woman."

Then I jotted "If she hadn't confessed, I would still 
think that she was a woman." After a couple of 
seconds, I added "perfect" so the last clause now read 
"I would still think that she was a perfect woman."

My next phrase was "I find it difficult to believe that 
she isn't a woman. I still think of her as a she."

I took a sip of my drink and re-read my notes so far. 
Then I wrote "What characteristics makes a person 
male or female?"

I indented under my last jotting and added "There are 
masculine females and feminine males. Whenever I 
encounter a masculine female, I know that the dyke is 
a woman but I classify her differently. So is gender a 
perception of viewpoint?" 

Then I wrote "Is it the sex change that makes a male 
into a woman or is it the way that the person acts? If I 
was to be castrated and boobs surgically added to my 
body, I would still be a man because of my mental 
attitude. But I still consider her to be woman, even 
though I know she has a cock."

I added another sentence "She has lived all of her 
puberty and adult years as a female."

I re-read my notes, ripped the page from my notebook 
and started again "Physical logic decrees that she is a 
man, yet virtual logic argues that she is a female."

I thought of something else and wrote "She makes her 
living by sucking cocks." After staring at that sentence 
for about two minutes, I crossed it out and wrote 
under it "She makes a good living by providing sexual 
services to men, therefore she must be good at what 
she does." Thinking back over our discussions in the 
last several weeks, I added "As a member of the oldest 
profession, she does not have to seek out new clients 
because of their repeat demand for her services. 
Therefore she IS good at what she does."

I wrote several more sentences about her career before 
I summed it up with two sentences "What would I have 
done if I had been abandoned as a ten year old child? 
Did it make any difference to me that she was a whore 
when I thought that she was a born female?"

On a separate sheet of paper, I wrote "I have never 
desired or participated in a homosexual act or 
relationship."

I spent the next hour, writing phrases, crossing out 
words, as I tried to compose myself and to arrange my 
thoughts in a near, orderly pattern. At the end of the 
hour, I had about thirty crumpled sheets of paper lying 
on a floor. I was staring at my latest sheet where I had 
summed up all of my observations and logic into four 
sentences. The first sentence said simply "I love the 
person that she is, not for the sex that I thought that 
she was." The next sentence asked "Does it matter that 
she isn't a natural female?" The third sentence asked 
"Do I want to risk losing her?" And the last sentence 
said simply "If I think of her as a female, it isn't a 
homosexual relationship."

I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was two thirty 
am and I had ran out on her almost six hours ago. I 
re-read my last sheet and slowly put a check mark 
beside the first sentence, verifying that I accepted that 
as a truth. Then there was only one answer to the 
following two questions. In one quick scribble, I wrote 
the word "No!" beside each of the questions. For the 
last sentence, I wrote "I'm the only one that will ever 
know about us if it doesn't work out and I have to find 
out if she is the woman for me."

Feeling at peace with myself and my decision, I quickly 
changed clothes and left my room, so that I could go 
find Mariah. I had a lot to tell her.

The bar was closed and I wandered the streets looking 
for her or one of her friends. About five am, I saw 
Barbie walking down the street.

"Barbie, where is Mariah? I have to talk to her."

She looked at me as if she wasn't sure what to say 
then she replied "She go way. She hurt inside from 
fight with you. No know where she go. She no work 
tonight."

"Barbie, I have to see her and to talk to her. Can you 
find her and tell her that I have to see her. Tell her 
that I made a fool of myself. Tell her that I love her and 
have to see her."

Barbie's face lit into a big grin as she responded "Me 
look for her. She be happy that you be fool. Wait in 
room."

******

At eight am, I called Agnes and told her that I was 
canceling my appointments for the day.

At two pm, my telephone rang. After I said "Hello.", 
there was a long pause but I could hear someone 
breathing on the other end. Then I heard her sweet 
voice ask "Are you sure that you want to see me?"

"Mariah, I made an ass of myself last night. I beg your 
forgiveness for hurting you. I went into shock and had 
to get away so that I could think. Yes. I want to see 
you. I have to see you. Come to my room and let me 
apologize in person to you."

"I told you the truth because I wanted to let you know 
who I really am. I had to tell you because I didn't want 
to keep any secrets from you. It hurt me when you 
ran, but I understood. I probably would have done the 
same thing."

"I have to see you."

"There will be a taxi driver outside your hotel in thirty 
minutes. He will know where to bring you. It's my 
favorite restaurant."

Chapter 7 - My first cigarette

There was a click as she hung up, knowing my 
answer. I quickly dressed and went down to the lobby 
just as the taxi pulled up. Twenty minutes later, he 
dropped me off in front of a restaurant in a section of 
town that I hadn't been in yet. Looking around, I could 
see that most tourists stayed away from this area.

I walked into the restaurant and was greeted by an 
elderly Thai woman. I followed her down the long hall 
and into a large private room. The room had a couch, a 
small bar, a bed, and a table set up for two. The 
woman pointed at the bar and I took the hint that I 
should fix myself a drink. As I'm pouring some 
bourbon over my ice, behind me a soft voice said 
"Thank you for coming."

I turned and Mariah is standing in the doorway, 
wearing a slinky knit black, low-cut, mid-thigh dress. 
She looked beautiful and extremely sexy. As I walked 
toward her, she whispered "Did you realize that we 
have never kissed each other? I wanted to kiss you 
that first day, but have put it off, anticipating this 
moment."

I reached my arms out to circle her waist, as she 
placed her sleeveless arms around my neck, pulling 
my lips down slightly to meet her luscious lips. Our 
bodies merged into one body as we enjoyed the 
wonderful sensation as our lips melted together. As I'm 
kissing her with my eyes shut, I can see her beautiful 
female image in my mind and I knew that I was right 
to come after her.

After a long delicious kiss, I slowly separated my lips 
from her lips but kept holding her body pressed 
against my body. I was overwhelmed with the feel of 
her soft, curvy feminine body pressing against me, the 
bouquet smell of her perfume, the tickling of her long 
chestnut tresses, and the soft luscious taste of her 
voluptuous lips. For about thirty seconds we stared 
into each other eyes, seeing the mutual desire for each 
other. Then she softly whispered, letting her warm 
breath bounce off my face "I've let a lot of men fuck me 
but I've never let anyone make love to me. I want to be 
your woman. I want to make slow, delicious love with 
you." 

She gently stepped away from me as she grasped my 
hand and guided me back to the bed. Beside the bed, 
she stopped and dropped my hand as she stared into 
my eyes, searching deep into my soul. I felt my hand 
slowly rise as I reached behind her back, searching for 
her zipper. I found the little zipper and pulled it down 
her back until it stopped just above her butt. Her 
breathing was becoming deeper but she was still not 
moving, and was still staring deep into my eyes. In her 
beautiful eyes, I could see tenderness, desire, and the 
real Mariah.

With one gentle motion, I tugged her dress so that it 
slipped off of her body and down around her high heel 
shoes. Her perfect breasts were pointed straight at me, 
her proud, puffy nipples firm and ripe. She was 
standing mere inches from me, wearing nothing but a 
slender thong panty and her high heels. In front of me 
stood an exceedingly beautiful woman. 

I looked longingly at her perfect body.  Her shapely 
breasts were high on her chest almost in defiance of 
gravity, capped with perky puffy areolas. A smooth, 
flat tummy gently flared to narrow hips and curvy 
buns on long, endless, shapely legs. Her thong panty 
was showing a cleanly shaved pubic area and didn't 
reveal any hidden cock mound. As I stared at her 
pubic area trying to see anything that didn't look 
feminine, she whispered "It's there. I know how to tuck 
it away so it's not obvious."

She clearly belonged in a Playboy centerfold. But as 
wondrous as her body was, it was still her large brown 
eyes and sexy pouting lips that melted my heart. 

With one simple motion, she stepped out of the dress 
and kicked it out of the way as she stepped back into 
my waiting arms. Her head tilted slightly as her lips 
seeked my lips again.

Our first kiss had been tender, and a kiss of discovery. 
This kiss was a kiss of desire, of hidden passion 
getting ready to boil to the surface. As we kissed, I 
could feel her hands unbutton my shirt and push it off 
my body. Without letting our lips separate or opening 
my eyes, I rubbed my shirtless chest against her 
topless breasts, feeling her warm mounds of flesh 
press tightly against me. Her warm tongue probed my 
lips and I separated my lips allowing her warm tongue 
to enter my mouth, to find my tongue.

Her breathing was becoming deeper and I could feel 
the urgency in her as her hands found my belt bucket 
and unfastened my trousers. Within seconds, my 
trousers were down around my ankles. As I stepped 
out of my trousers and kicked off my shoes, I pulled 
her onto the nearby bed with me.

I heard one of her shoes fall to the floor as I rolled her 
gently onto the bed so that she was lying on top of me. 
My hands slowly recorded every inch of her back. Our 
chests pressed against each other. She broke our kiss 
and held her head up as she stared at me, with a 
gentle, loving smile on her face. Her long hair was 
hanging down, teasing my cheeks. With a simple hand 
flip motion, she brushed it up and over to one side so 
that I wasn't surrounded by a tent of hair.

I whispered "I love you."

She blushed and kissed me quickly and gently on the 
lips before responding "I hope so. I have prayed that it 
was love that you felt for me and not just desire.  I 
need someone to love me and to take care of me."

We stared into each other's eyes and I watched as her 
focus moved down my face and locked onto my lips. As 
my hands wrapped around the small of her waist, I 
lightly parted my lips as I rubbed my tongue against 
my upper lip. In that second, I could see her eyes glaze 
over as her eyes slowly shut and her lips moved to 
meet my lips.

We laid on the bed, feeling the heat from each other's 
body as we kissed and held each other close. I traced 
her gentle, flowing body curves by trailing my hands 
up her sides as we held each other tightly and warmly, 
letting our hands caress and explore every inch of each 
other's body.

Mariah pulled her tongue from my hungry mouth, and 
gently began running her wet teasing tongue up and 
down the entire length of my neck as her body began 
gently flexing on top of my body. I leaned my head 
back on the pillow and enjoyed the wonderful 
sensation as she started sucking my earlobes and 
running her hot, wet tongue in and out of my ears. Her 
darting tongue was swirling all around the outside and 
inside of my ear, as my head was beginning to twist in 
ecstasy. My hands moved from the small of her back to 
her soft breasts. Her soft, female breasts that were 
hanging down and rubbing against my chest.

As I kneaded her firm, wrinkled nipples between my 
thumb and forefinger, I could feel our mutual passion 
rising. With a gentle shove, I pushed her over on her 
back and moved my head down to her engorged 
nipples. I began licking and sucking her breasts, by 
gingerly licking the tops, sides, and bottom, before I 
finally settled on the puffed brown nipples. I could feel 
her chest quickly rise and fall as her breathing became 
deeper and more irregular from her slight gasping.

I reached down to remove her panties, but her hands 
stopped me. She stopped me as she whispered "Not 
yet."; as she used her hands to remove my boxer 
shorts. Our hungry mouths sought each other, as her 
fingers rubbed my belly just above the start of my 
pubic hair.

She laid her head on my chest so that she was looking 
down at my cock and her soft, sweet smelling hair was 
teasing my chin. She whispered "For weeks, I have 
been hearing about your huge, perfectly formed cock. 
You don't know how many times I drifted off to sleep, 
thinking about this moment, anticipating this 
moment. And now it's here. Only inches away, waiting 
for me, as it displays its perfect shape. I could imagine 
the beautiful smoothness of your belly as it funneled 
down to a mass of dark curls. I could see the hard 
shaft rising from the apex of your legs, with the ball-
bag hanging slightly under the shaft, tightly packed 
with two cream-filled nuts, just waiting to erupt. In my 
mind, I could see your cock as it filled with blood, as it 
climbed up your thigh, inch by inch. I had to have 
you."

She bent her head so that her face was only inches 
from my very erect cock. I wasn't moving an inch, 
allowing her to do whatever she wanted to do to me. I 
heard her take a deep breath as she smelled me. Then 
she whispered "You are beautiful. I like your smell. So 
clean, so fresh, and so sexy."

Her lips were almost touching my crotch, as I felt a 
drop of liquid where her mouth was watering in 
preparation for what she was getting ready to do. She 
carefully lifted my cockhead to her lips and, ever so 
gently, began to kiss it. I groaned as my cock reacted 
to the warmth of her lips and began to swell. Her 
fingers gently traced the length of my manhood from 
the rubbery knob along the thickly veined shaft to my 
balls. As she slowly worked her tongue over my head, 
it felt as she was coating it with the warm smoothness 
of her tongue. I slightly jerked as she eased the 
cockhead into her mouth, feeling it swell even more 
within her warm mouth as she coated it with her warm 
salvia. Then she withdrew it and tongued farther down 
the thick shaft as she covered it all with her saliva. My 
fingers dug into the sheet as my head swam and my 
body tingled as she slowly sucked my cock back into 
her mouth deeper and deeper, until her lips were 
wrapped around the base of my shaft.

I didn't know how she was able to get it all in. I know 
that I do have a large cock and most women gag when 
they tried to take it in. But she was taking my whole 
cock in and I could feel her tight lips where she was 
stretched around me. 

I couldn't hold back anymore as my hips began to 
respond to her wet sucking. As she slowly moved up 
and down my shaft, my hips moved in time with her as 
I fucked her face.

She knew what she was doing and how to make a man 
happy with her mouth. I jerked and groaned as she 
tongued the head and shaft, concentrating on the 
super-sensitive underside; teasing me with her flicking 
tongue and warm lips as her hands played with my 
balls. She showered me with many wet, warm kisses 
and used her darting tongue to tantalize me as she 
alternated sliding my cockhead deep into her throat 
with pulling it back until only the cockhead was within 
her tender lips.  She would pause and squeeze my 
butt, signaling me to plunge it deep within her hot 
depths. She would stroke me with her velvet smooth 
fingers as her lips kissed my belly and the inside of my 
thighs before she would suck my balls into her warm 
mouth. 

I discovered that I couldn't control myself and my hips 
were bucking against her tight, wet mouth. I felt her 
hand probe between my legs and felt a finger press 
against my tight spincter, before the finger eased 
inside me up to her first knuckle.

This caused a wave of pleasure to roar through my 
body, causing me to release a very loud moan of 
pleasure as I felt my cum boiling deep within my body. 
Her lips tightened around my cockhead as I felt my 
cock swell even larger in her mouth.

I shot a tremendous load into her gulping mouth as 
volley after volley pumped from deep within me. My 
hips were humping upwards as I thrashed around on 
the bed, my legs tensing with each spasm; as I 
wondered how she was able to keep her mouth focused 
on my moving cock.

I collapsed back onto the pillow as she noisily slurped 
the last drop from my still pulsating, spasming purple 
cock. As she looked up at me, with her lips glistening 
from a combination of her saliva and my cum, I 
groaned "That was the most wonderful blow job that I 
have ever had."

With a quick lick at another drop forming on my 
cockhead, she whispered "When I get to know you a 
little better, I can take you higher. I want to take you 
to the point where you are ready to explode and then 
back off, before I take you even higher, before I back 
off again."

I looked down at my swollen, very purple cock lying on 
my sweaty flat stomach. I looked at her to see that her 
creamy smooth skin was flushed from the exertion and 
was glistening with moisture. Beads of perspiration 
slowly rolled between her exquisite breasts. Her 
nipples were long and thick as they stuck out from the 
puffy areolas. She leaned forward and placed a warm 
wet kiss on my cockhead, causing a minor electrical 
shock to rip through my balls. I reached out to her but 
she was on her feet with a graceful fluid motion as she 
walked to the bathroom. I heard her wash her hands. 
As she came out of the bathroom, she was brushing 
her hair.

She looked at my poured glass of bourbon and 
frowned as she smelled the strong mash odor. She 
poured the drink out and picked up a wine bottle and 
corkscrew. She sat back down on the bed and handed 
me the wine. I opened the bottle, poured into the 
glasses that she was holding, then touched glasses as I 
toasted. "May we never part."

She took a sip of her wine and confessed "This is my 
favorite restaurant. When I was fourteen years old, one 
of my clients brought me here and seduced me. I liked 
this place and when I saved up enough money, I 
bought this place. Today, you and I are the only 
customers."

She was sitting with her back against the headboard. I 
reached for her chin and drew her softly parted 
luscious lips to my lips. I explored her mouth with my 
tongue, teasing her tongue into my mouth where I 
sucked her tongue ever so gently. One hand roamed 
through her soft, long hair, as my other hand gently 
cupped and caressed her breast. I quickly dropped my 
mouth to her breast, enjoying the sensation of 
tonguing her puffy areolas and thick long nipple. 

As I sucked on her nipples, her fingers wrapped 
around my still semi-hard cock as it rose again to fill 
her hand. I looked down at her thong panties and still 
couldn't see any trace of her cock.

As I stared into her eyes, I saw that the teasing 
glimmer was gone, replaced by a look of deep desire. 
She suggested in a very sultry voice "I've prepared 
myself for you by giving myself an enema just before 
you arrived. I'm very clean and want you to fuck me." 

"Yes", I groaned, almost hurting with desire for her.

With one smooth motion, she slipped her panties 
down, revealing a very small penis between her legs. 
The many years of continued female hormones had 
atrophied it so it was just a little bigger than most 
clits. As she positioned her face above my cock, she 
continued "I lubricated myself with K-Y while I was in 
the bathroom. Let me get you hard again."

For over a minute, she used her mouth to get me hard 
again. It didn't take long, because I had never really 
lost my erection from her wonderful blowjob.

Then she turned around positioning herself so that we 
could do it doggy-style. Kneeling behind her buttocks 
and between her parted legs, I leaned over her and 
began nibbling on her ear lobe as I positioned my cock 
at her waiting orifice. I was afraid that I would hurt 
her, but following her instructions, I used only a small 
pressure against her butt. When her lubricated ass 
began to respond and open so it could accept my slick 
cock, she had me pause while her spincter adjusted to 
the pressure. Once her asshole loosened further and 
began to slide up over my waiting cock, I slowly 
pressed my full length into her. I gently pushed firmly 
as the anal bud blossomed, allowing my cock to enter.

"God," she groaned, squeezing her buns together 
around my cock and began wiggling, "You don't know 
how good that feels. Now that you are in me and I've 
stretched to accommodate your size, don't be afraid to 
fuck me. No matter what you do or how hard you 
hump, you will not hurt me."

I began to rhythmically thrust my cock deep inside her 
as I fucked her. I gently and slowly pressed forward, 
causing her to begin moaning again. She also was 
moving back and forth slowly, each rocking motion 
sucking me deeper into her body.

I reached around her body, grasping a breast in each 
hand. As I pounded deep into her, she ground her 
cheeks hard against my groin. I could feel her 
stretched anal opening as it clenched my manhood, 
holding onto me. For several minutes, we pounded 
ferociously against each other until I felt that very 
familiar fire building deep within my body.

******

We were lying in bed, smoking a cigarette. I hadn't 
tried one since high school, but when she lit it, and 
offered it to me, I decided to share it with her.

I was clean. I wasn't really dirty, but after we both got 
our breathing back to normal, she went into the 
bathroom and cleaned herself up, before coming back 
to our bed with a washcloth and her cigarettes. After 
she cleaned me, we laid on the satin sheets enjoying 
the warm aftermath of enjoyable sex.

For minutes, neither of us said anything as we relaxed 
next to each other. Then she hesitantly asked "Would 
you like to do it again?"

I rolled her, cupped her pretty chin in my hands and 
softly whispered "Try to stop me."

Chapter 8 - Our plan

The next two weeks went too quickly. She didn't go to 
see any of her clients and spent her nights in my bed. I 
would get up in the morning, make my business 
rounds and rush back to the hotel, so I could get back 
into bed with her. After a nice round of sex, we would 
take a shower together and then go out to dinner. After 
dinner, we would see some of the nightlife of Bangkok 
before we would return to my room.

I was very comfortable with being around her and 
making love to her. In fact, I counted the minutes that 
we weren't together.

She was a fantastic lover. I didn't think of her as being 
male at all. She was the perfect woman.

We had added something new to our love making. 
About the third night, she asked me to play with her 
cock while she gave me a blowjob. Two nights later, I 
asked her to let me do a real sixty-nine on her. It 
wasn't bad but it sure is something that I wouldn't do 
for just anyone. I did it because I wanted to and it felt 
right for both of us to bring mutual pleasure to each 
other. If I can eat pussy and lick all that pussy juice, I 
can suck her very small cock. 

Agnes knew that Mariah had moved in with me and 
was still ignoring me. Except for the one time a day 
when we exchanged schedules, she wasn't talking to 
me. Except for the last day. I told her to not schedule 
anything on my last day and that we would work out 
of a conference room, making sure that we had 
documented everything accomplished during my time 
here.

I got up early and packed, because I was going to go 
straight from my meeting with Agnes to the airport. If I 
was able to do what I had to do, Mariah would be on 
the flight with me. We had already booked a seat for 
her using Agnes name and paid with cash. Mariah got 
up early and left before I got up because she had a lot 
to do.

Agnes was very formal during our meeting. Gone was 
the friendly comrade from my first couple of days, 
replaced by a cool professional businesswoman. For 
the first two hours, we reviewed all client meetings 
from day one, then documented the plan for each 
client.

Just prior to lunch, came the break that I had been 
waiting on. She went to the bathroom, taking her 
purse with her, but leaving her briefcase on the table. 
It only took a moment to find and remove her 
passport.

When she returned, we finished our documentation, 
said our good-bys and I walked out to the lobby. The 
bell-boy already had my luggage and within minutes, I 
was on my way to the airport.

I checked in my luggage and sat down to wait on 
Mariah. Inside my coat pocket was Agnes' passport 
and my passport. I kept glancing at the clock, seeing 
that Mariah only had minutes before we had to go 
through customs.

I turned my head and my heart almost stopped. Agnes 
was standing twenty feet away and staring at me. For 
just a moment, I was very panic stricken. Then I saw 
the faint smile on her lips as she lifted her sunglasses. 
It was Mariah, but she had on a blonde wig styled to 
look like Agnes' passport picture. Wearing a business 
suit, she looked exactly liked Agnes. 

As I stood up to greet her, she asked "I forgot my 
passport. Did you remember to get it?"

I reached into my coat jacket and handed her the 
stolen passport. She smiled and pointed to the 
customs desk. I took her arm and escorted her over to 
the small line.

Twenty minutes later, we were boarding the plane. 
Mariah was sitting beside me looking out the window 
as she sipped her wine. She was quite because she 
was leaving the only place that she knew as home and 
all of her friends.

As the plane left the ground, she softly said something 
that I didn't understand. When I questioned her about 
it, she replied "It was one of the old, almost forgotten 
dialects of the ancient Siam language. It can be 
translated to mean Farewell, my home."

******

After we went through customs in America and were 
leaving the airport, a Thai woman walked up to 
Mariah. They spoke briefly and Mariah gave her the 
stolen passport. After the woman left us, Mariah 
removed the blonde wig, throwing it into a trash can 
as she said "I have a lot of friends over here, who are 
helping me. Her passport will be found by the 
restaurant manager and returned to her. In all 
probability, she won't notice that it has an exit stamp 
showing her leaving Thailand and arriving in America. 
When she gets ready to go back home, she will have to 
go through a little bull shit, but they will let her travel. 
So this is your America. Take me to your home. I have 
a lot of shopping to do."

We spent a leisurely week in my apartment and 
shopping at the malls. She spent a fortune on clothes 
but it made her happy.

******

Then she said that she wanted to travel. That she 
wanted to visit a little Army town in Oklahoma, called 
Fort Sill. Her father was supposed to be working there 
on the army base as a civilian.

I didn't want her to go and we had our first fight. The 
next morning, we were both on a flight to Oklahoma. 
We checked into a motel and waited.

For three days, we just hung around the motel, 
making love and enjoying each other's company. Then 
a Thai couple knocked on our door. I didn't 
understand them or Mariah as they talked in the Thai 
language. After they left our room, I stared at Mariah 
who was sitting on the cheap chair as she played with 
her cigarette lighter. Finally she said "I have to go. You 
know it and I know it."

"Will you come back?" I asked.

She smiled at me and softly replied "I want to. But I 
don't know what I'm going to do when I see him. Part 
of me wants to kill him. Part of me wants to torture 
him. Part of me never wants to see him again."

"Will you come back?" I repeated.

She stood, as she placed the cigarette lighter on the 
dresser. "Not today and possibly not tomorrow. I'll 
need some time. I love you."

She turned and walked out of the motel room, leaving 
the door open.

******

My boss had placed me on leave without pay for the 
last two weeks after I used up my two weeks of 
vacation time. I didn't care about the job anymore and 
could only think about her.

While she was with me, I knew that I loved her. But I 
didn't know how much, until she was gone. Until I felt 
that I had lost her forever.

I read the papers every morning, looking for something 
that would leap out at me and announce that 
something had happened, but couldn't find anything 
in the local papers. I didn't know her father's name or 
where to find him.

There was a knock on the door and I ran to it, hoping 
that it was her. But it was only the hotel manager. My 
disappointment showed on my face but it was replaced 
when he held out an envelope and I recognized the 
handwriting.

I grabbed the envelope and opened it with shaking 
hands. I sat down to read it.

	My dearest Dave,
	
		I know that you are worried about me 
	but I couldn't come back to you until I 
	completed my mission. I found him. He 
	wasn't here, but I tracked him to his new 
	home in Texas over a several week period. And
	Lanlie is still living with him as his wife.
	
		Time has been hard on him. He has 
	gained a lot of weight and lost most of his 
	hair. Looking at him on the mower, I thought 
	about the guy who played in those old 
	monster movies, Lon Chanley or whatever his
	name was.
	
		For a day, I watched him from a 
	distance as he rode around on a riding lawn 
	mower. He mows grass on the army base. 
	Then I followed him home and peeked through 
	his windows at night. In my purse, was a 
	pistol. Three different times during the first 
	day, I pulled it out, aimed at him and 
	squeezed the trigger, knowing that the 
	cylinder was empty.
	
		The second day, I let him see me, but it 
	was at a distance. He just thought that I was a 
	chick for him to gawk at. Again that night, I 
	peered through his windows watching him as 
	he ate and watched television. He and Lanlie 
	fight all the time as they ignore each other.
	
		The third day, I hired a taxi driver to 
	drive me by him. I was looking straight 
	ahead, ignoring him, but I know that he saw 
	me. He stepped off of his riding mower and 
	stepped out into the road, staring at my taxi 
	as it drove away. That night, he got drunk 
	and passed out on the couch. After Lanlie 
	went to bed, I picked the lock on their back 
	door and entered their house. I stood by his 
	sleeping body, hearing his deep breathing as 
	he slept off his drunken stupor. I opened my 
	purse, removed my pistol, aimed it at the base 
	of his neck and pulled the hammer back. This 
	time, the gun was loaded.
	
		For five minutes I stood there with my 
	pistol touching his neck, knowing that it 
	would only take about five pounds of pressure 
	on my trigger, to get my revenge. But I couldn't 
	do it. Not Yet.
	
		I went into the bedroom where Lanlie 
	was sleeping and stared at her sleeping body. 
	She had gained weight and lost her attractive 
	girlish figure. She was so fat and mean that 
	she couldn't pick anyone up if she tried now.
	
		I went back to a nearby motel room that 
	I had rented and practiced pulling the 
	hammer back on the pistol and pressing the 
	trigger, until I was so used to it, I knew how 
	far I could pull the trigger before it would fire.
	
		I watched him leave his house the next 
	morning as he drove to a nearby river to go 
	fishing. It was Saturday and he was off. As he 
	sat in the riverbank shade, I walked up to him 
	and sat down beside him.
	
		He knew that I was following him. For 
	about a minute, he didn't say a word but just 
	stared at his fishing float. Then he asked 
	"who are you?"
	
		I responded with a question "who do 
	you think I am?"
	
		His face was pale as he responded "you 
	are the spitting image of my ex-wife, who died 
	years ago. if you weren't so young, I would 
	think that you were her or her ghost."
	
		"would you believe that I'm her niece?"
	
		"no. except for the clothes and 
	hairstyle, you are the way that she looked 
	when we got married. Back before she gained 
	weight after the baby. who are you really?"
	
		I responded "I go by Mariah now. But 
	my birth name was Pat. Not Patricia, but 
	Patrick."
	
		His face turned real pale and his hands 
	started shaking as he stared at me. Drool 
	started coming out of his mouth as he glared 
	at me. I opened my purse and pulled out my 
	loaded pistol. When he saw that, he began to 
	cry.
	
		I let him cry. He knew that he was 
	going to die and that I was there to help him 
	die. When he finished crying, I asked him 
	"how did my mother die?"
	
		He started gasping "It was the plague. 
	We didn't have any money for doctors or 
	medicine and she just kept getting sicker. I 
	woke up one morning and she was dead. 
	Lanlie helped me bury her because I couldn't 
	even pay for her funeral."
	
		"why did you abandon me?"
	
		"I didn't." he gasped.
	
		I jerked the pistol up and pointed it at 
	his face as I cocked it. He screamed "I was 
	drunk. After your momma died, I couldn't 
	stay sober. Lanlie kept me drunk until the 
	plane landed in America. I tried to go back 
	but didn't have any money. Then she showed 
	me a death notice from the paper where a ten 
	year old un-identified American boy had been 
	found dead in the river. She convinced me 
	that you had drowned."
	
		"why should I believe you?"
	
		"because it's the truth."
	
		My hands started shaking because I 
	believed him but I didn't want to believe him. I 
	wanted to kill him because he had deserted 
	me when I needed him the most.
	
		I released the hammer softly and put 
	the pistol back in my purse. Then I said "I 
	need a cigarette."
	
		He handed me one and a lighter. As I 
	looked at it, I stared at the cheap disposable 
	lighter that he used today. Gone was the 
	slim, somewhat attractive, dapper man who 
	used to play baseball with me. In his place 
	was an old man, just waiting for his time to 
	die.
	
		As I smoked my cigarette, he asked me 
	"how come you look like her?"
	
		"it's a long story, but Lanlie had her 
	hooker friends take care of me. they turned 
	me into a whore and showed me that I could 
	make more money if I looked like a woman. 
	they gave me hormones to keep me soft and 
	feminine looking. this is probably what I 
	would have looked like if I had been born a 
	female. just like my mother."
	
		He started crying and his face turned 
	red as he cried. I just sat there and smoked 
	my cigarette, watching him suffer. Finally he 
	said "I'm ready to meet my maker. kill me."
	
		I flipped my cigarette out into the water 
	and stood up as I said "I came here to kill you. 
	but I don't want to lower myself to your level. 
	I'm too much of a lady and have too much
	respect 	for myself to let you pull me down
	further. good-by, daddy."
	
		He screamed at me, calling "Pat, Pat," as 
	I walked back up the trail to where my taxi 
	was waiting. As my taxi drove off, I could still 
	hear him.
	
		I had the taxi stop at his house. The 
	front door was unlocked and I just walked in. 
	Lanlie was sitting on the couch, talking to 
	somebody on the phone about how great 
	Amway was, when she looked up and saw me. 
	Her mouth gaped open and she didn't resist 
	as I unplugged the phone. I removed the 
	phone cord and started walking toward her. 
	She ran but I caught her in the kitchen. It 
	only took a couple of seconds and the phone 
	cord was wrapped around her neck choking 
	her. She was gasping for breath as I tightened 
	the cord around her neck, watching her face 
	turn blue as she ran out of oxygen.
	
		When she quit fighting me and 
	collapsed, I released the cord. She still had a 
	pulse, but was unconscious. I quickly tied her 
	up and gagged her so that she wouldn't start 
	screaming again. Then I heated a kitchen 
	knife until the metal was hot enough to burn 
	flesh. I put a small brand on her forehead. 
	You westerners won't recognize it as anything 
	but a scar, but anyone from Thailand will 
	recognize the symbol. It is an ancient symbol 
	that was used to identify murderers who were
	allowed to live.
	
		I left her tied up, knowing that he would 
	come home and find her. I went back to my 
	motel room and undressed. Then I sat down 
	on the floor and stared at the razor sharp 
	knife that I had in my room. Honor is a big 
	weight that we carry on our shoulders. I felt 
	that I had dishonored my pledge to revenge 
	my mother's death and my betrayal by letting 
	them live.
	
		As I recited the prayers that I have 
	repeated for the last half of my life, I prepared 
	myself for that moment when I would take my 
	own life as the sun rose the next morning. All 
	evening, I sat naked on the floor, saying my 
	prayers over and over, making my peace with my
	 god.

		I didn't want a cigarette because sitting
	there on the river seeing how my daddy had
	changed, somehow changed me.  That cigarette
	that I bummed from him, is the last cigarette
	that I will ever smoke.

		As it got closer to the time for me to 
	complete my journey, I kept thinking about 
	you. About us. About the way things could 
	have been.  

		I can't take my life, as much as my
	honor demands it.  Not since I have met you 
	and fell in love with you.  I want to start my
	life over again and to build a new life with you.
	That is, if you still want me.
	
		I'm sitting at the airport, waiting for a 
	3 pm flight to go back to Thailand. If you love 
	me and will take me back, I'm here.
	
I put the note down and looked at the clock. It was 
10am. I picked up my shaving case and headed for the 
shower. I've got time to clean up a little. After all, if I'm 
going to get married today, I want to look my best.


The End.


    

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