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On the morning of day three we traveled by bus to Hua Hin and Chaam south of Bangkok along Thailand’s southern coastline. Whilst I was sad to be leaving Bangkok Cal had arranged for us to stay at the beautiful Metropolitan Hotel upon our return next Saturday, whereupon he said we would dine at a rooftop bar and restaurant above the Banyan Tree Hotel nearby, with 360 degree views of Bangkok. As much as I looked forward to it I knew it would be our last night together before I returned to Mom’s in Australia, and that was something I was dreading.

The good thing about the Dusit Polo Resort, to which we now checked in, was the presence of adjoining, as opposed to separate rooms. We even had a shared bathroom between both bedrooms. In Bangkok the separate rooms in our hotel had meant I really had little or no opportunity to approach Cal. At least not in the way I wanted to. I was beginning to think positively. Five days and nights by the pool, soaking up the sun, the food and indeed some alcohol, before returning to an adjoining room, was sure to open more than its fair share of opportunities for me.

Day three was perfect. The hotel staff at The Dusit Polo Resort were ever present in numerous quantities to satisfy our every whim, should the pool and white sands of Thailand leave us wanting. I lay now drinking the abundant supply of fresh water as Cal settled into the Asian theme of Coca Cola. Whilst later in the day side stall shops and Cafes were refreshing and therein replenishing Cal’s taste for local beer which he said was always light and smooth in Asia. That night having finished the day with a swim on the beach to the Hotel’s front we sat and dined poolside.

"Tomorrow I would like to take you for a 10 kilometre walk toward the Village of Hua Hin," said Cal.
"I said to your mother when I organised this trip on your route back to Australia that I would show you the Death Railway there. When your Mother and I first came here it reminded her of her father (your grandfather) fighting on the Bridge over the River Kwai and in turn at the Changi Railway where he buried Allied prisoners in a war against the Japanese earlier last Century. The walk is quite beautiful," Cal went on to say, "Hua Hin is surrounded on the left by an ocean filled with openness whilst away from these peaceful water’s lay the bordering mountains which provide the gateway to Thailand’s remote villages and their dark past," he said.

As interested as I was in the history of Thailand, and of hearing about my grandfather during the War, I must admit to feeling somewhat melancholic when hearing of Mom and Cal’s holiday here years earlier, prior to my birth. I wanted this holiday, and the future beyond our holiday here, to be about us. About Cal and I. I was disappointed that Mom was privy to our holiday plans. Okay so I understood she needed to know where I was staying, and what we doing, she did in fact have my itinerary. But did she have to discuss every minute detail with Cal. Did she have to plan my special holiday with Cal. Perhaps I was overreacting. Later that night as I lay dreaming of Cal in the adjoining room I began to cry softly. Was this all a pipe dream. Could Cal ever want me, desire me, love me? I lay quietly sobbing, folding my legs up into the foetal position, as the tears dampened my pillow, and my outlook achieving success at seducing Cal during the rest of the week.

It’s now Tuesday morning and following some Omelettes and Juice in the Hotel our walk commences into Hua Hin. Before long we are interrupted by Military Personnel dressed in formal military wear, black in color. Upon being alerted to the Queen of Thailand’s presence we back track from her elegantly gardened foreshore through wooden dwellings at the expense of an elderly lady who appreciates our gratitude. Out on the busy thoroughfare we are met by the barrage of bikes, bustling between buses, trucks and cars ferrying goods, chattels and locals into this remote fishing village. Again construction is evident together with neatly dresses senior students, not much younger than me, who smile and laugh at our Western appearance. We are very much foreigners in these now dirty, heat baked streets. Fish are hung out to dry against wooden cottages where inside elderly men sleep to pass the day’s hottest hours. Women wash dishes in plastic bowls whilst fish are scaled on the concrete paths with blunt steel implements. Cal smiles toward me as he points to the greenery of trees we observed in Bangkok, lining these village streets whose presence give to these primitive village streets.

My feet are now tired from our Tuesday walk. As we sit watching the fishing boats lying aimlessly, scattered across the Ocean to the left of Hua Hin. Again people are out in large numbers, tending to stalls, markets, and their daily chores of cooking, washing and searching for Baht, the local currency attached to this nation and its tens of millions of inhabitants. On the way home now a feeling of comfort is with us as smiles greet us at every turn. Cal is tired and says he is keen on showering, ordering some room service and turning in early following our walk. I decide to do the same and before long find myself back into the final two chapters of "Sons and Lovers." What shall tomorrow bring. Cal said we would sail out in front and lay by the pool. I needed to make the most of this opportunity. Before turning the lights out I gazed across the Hotel Room toward my pink bikini. I knew Cal had noticed me in it at the cabin earlier this year. Hopefully he would notice me again tomorrow, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen – Twisting by the pool

Every traveller deserves rest and the pools in Asia’s resorts provide an ideal location for such indulgences. Sailing was another mode of relaxation as we had just enough wind to cast out from these idyllic shores toward the islands beyond. The Thai cuisine was a mixture of "Tom Yum Goong" and prawns basked in chilli and the wine, whilst very expensive, was most palatable. Our rooms, set up high, enabled the breeze to gather us up and take in the sights of Ocean sands and open fields to the foot of the inescapable Thai mountains to the south. Cal and I sat relaxing on the Balcony. It was Wednesday and with the weekend and my departure fast approaching I needed to turn things up a bit. Added to which Cal was upbeat today. He said that last night he had called back home to find the stock market at 7 year highs since the Global Financial Crisis had rocked his world.

"Today," he said whilst smiling at me, before playing with his wine glass with his fingers, then lips,
"I’m celebrating."

I smiled back at him, then took the opportunity to stand and move over toward the wine bucket, before bending over in front of him, to reach into the ice, secure the bottle and pour us another glass of white. Upon turning I noticed his eyes wandering between the folds of my pink bikini. Moving pleasantly from my butt back toward my slit, then up toward my young tanned breasts.

"So what happened with Michael?" Cal enquired. 

"I thought he was a boyfriend you were going to keep," he said.

"Not really," I replied. "I was originally keen on him as he was quite bright. And obviously for the company. But he was rather possessive and somewhat needy. I found he was hemming me in and toward the end stifling me. I could hardly breathe without him breathing down my neck," I said.

"Well I guess you didn’t love him them," Cal said.

"I’m not sure I’ve ever been in love," I replied, looking down toward my thongs, away from his inquisitive stare.

"I don’t mean to pry Jenifer," he continued, "but perhaps you did not feel sexually attracted toward him. As we grow sexual attraction can be just as important as the friendship we share during our relationships. Being stimulated or, turned on by your partner can either make or break a relationship."

There was a long silence. A chance to reflect as my eyes wandered out over the resort pool, toward some Hobycats sailing in the distance. Their occupants were laughing. Splashing water upon each other, as the afternoon heat dissipated and the sun arched slightly lower toward our Wednesday evening. Cal was right, in addition to his possessiveness I had not been sexually attracted to Michael. The few times we slept together the lights were well and truly off. Hence my anxiety toward the thought of sexual relations now. I had never really had extensive sexual relations. I had never had oral sex. No one had ever performed oral sex on me. I had never had an orgasm with anyone. Let alone experienced anything like it. I had read in forums about such things as cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, finger fucking, oral sex, head jobs, even anal sex and analingus. But I knew about as much about it as I did about climbing Everest.

My mind wandered even farther. I felt horny and enjoyed my jelly vibrators company, and once had inserted some soft duo vibrating balls prior to going shopping in town, but realistically that was about as far as my sexual exploration had reached. Here I was, a teenage girl at a beautiful resort sipping on wine and basking in the heat with a handsome gorgeous man with whom I was enormously attracted, unable to do anything about it. My eyes turned lower again to find my thongs, and again dwell on my lack of courage and feelings of sexual helplessness.

"I might take in another swim," I said, before picking up my towel and walking downstairs toward the crystal clear blue water beneath our balcony.

The swim invigorated me and upon returning to our rooms I summonsed up enough courage to knock on Cal’s door.

"Come in," he said loudly. 

"It’s only me," I said before dropping my towel on the bedside table and lying next to him on his bed. He lowered the book he was reading.

"How was your swim," he said.

"Great," I replied. "The water here is so beautiful," I said, leaning forward to kiss him on his smooth jawline.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here," I said.

Cal smiled and spoke quietly, "it’s my pleasure, with you leaving and all, it was the least I could do. We have had some wonderful times together, and I am going to miss you," he said. 

I don’t know what came over me, yet I leaned into him and kissed him again on his cheek, before moving my legs to straddle him as he sat upright in bed. His two white pillows now wet with my hair as I hugged him again. Sitting back now above him I smiled, before looking down toward my small breasts, my nipples had started to harden inside the wet pink bikini top. Cal’s hand now gathered in my hips, to sit above my bikini line. He looked intently into my eyes.

"You have grown into a beautiful young woman Jen," he said.

I blushed, feeling my entire body, not least of all my heart, skip a beat. Then he lifted his hands to brush the blond hair from my own face and leaned forward himself. Kissing me firstly on my cheek, before breathing slowly into my ear. Within moments he drew my lips toward his. Kissing me softly once, then twice on my lips he then enveloped my lips with his, before releasing his tongue to dance in unison with mine. Entering me passionately, exploring my love. Then lowering his hands lower to my waist, he lifted me up to stand before his face. Untying my bikini bottom he caressed my inner thighs. Only pausing briefly, to gaze up into my eyes. Kissing and caressing he continued, northward into my hair, the tiny blond tussocks, parting beneath his stare. Opening a pathway for him to traverse, Cal began sliding through my sex, to quench his eager thirst. Letting forth his tongue, to fondle my smooth wet slit, at intervals moving north, to suck me just a bit.

I could feel my body tense, as I slowly closed my eyes, pushing my legs into him as he further opened my thighs. I could vaguely here myself moan, as I squirmed from side to side, his tongue lifting me into spasms, as he dived further deep inside. Then again returning to my button, he sucked me to the brink, before slowly inserting two fingers, in the upper walls of my pink. This was just too much for me, too much for me to ride, within seconds my insides exploded, to gush my juice outside. I screamed then grabbing his hair, to push his head back in, to force his tongue inside, once more inside my skin. Drowning in a sea of ecstasy, I clasped his upper back, writhing and moaning some more, as he continued to explore my crack. With his fingers and tongue inside me, my body began to beg, I needed something harder, to plunge deeper and within his bed. When at that very moment, he began to lower me down, whilst unzipping his cream colored shorts, to expose his waiting length. My eyes opened in amazement, well realistically in shock, how could insert such length, I was too young for such a cock. Yet at first he only touched, my small pussy with his knob, inserting only an inch, before releasing it again to rest.

"Slowly," he whispered to me, as he again caressed my cheek, lowering me again with his hands, this time slightly below his peak.

My young pussy was wet with excitement, I was anxious to take him whole, yet at the same time I was still nervous, unsure of how to slide down his pole. Though over and over he spoke softly, as he guided me down with his hands, as I listened ever intently, to his warm yet firm commands. I could feel his heat now further in, as I opened then winced in slight pain, before releasing some more warm liquid, to lubricate his vein. 

We began then moving in sync, as he lowered me up then down.

"Slowly, slowly Jen," Cal whispered gently, as I could feel myself drown.

Flooding in a wave of juice, bursting from higher inside, I pushed myself from his rod, to squirt my liquid far and wide. All over his warm strong cock, then across his broad firm tanned breast, I squirted and squirted some more, all over his tight taut chest.

"Fuck that feels good" I moaned, I had never ever felt such a spasm, not only had I embraced my Cal, finally I’d reached an orgasm.

Cal then turned my over on my side, before raising me to my elbows and knees, I could now feel his fingers opening me as his hardness entered with a squeeze, to divine my sex from behind, as he began to writhe and moan, thrusting inside my tight hole, in and out, from groan to groan. Undoing my pink bikini strap, he then angled around toward my breasts, caressing my small firm mounds as he pushed higher and higher without rest. I could feel his wet thick shaft, now opening me even further wide, whilst all time his cock, was deeper and deeper inside. Then taking my hand in his, he lowered my fingers to my clit, asking me to rub myself, to pleasure myself just a bit. Within seconds he pulled from behind me, to stand above as I watched on my knees, as he began to stroke his long pole, from top to bottom with ease.

"Open your mouth sweet Jen," he then commanded from above my blond brow, before shooting out his hot sticky warmth, all over my young soft fair face. 

"Open wider," he then directed, as he aimed his rod between my young lips. 

"Suck me Jen" he said, as I wrapped myself around his wet love, looking toward his beautiful face, as he shot forth from above.

I licked him and then kissed his hot knob, before tasting some creamy warm cum, reaching my hands behind him, to encircle his gorgeous smooth bum. It was erotic in the extreme, hotter than my hottest wet dream, I smiled and smiled then laughed, it was amazing, such a sensuous scene.

The sun began peeking into Cal’s room. There was not a breath of wind. I could hear hotel staff moving cutlery and plates around their tables. The chef cracking eggs and the Dusit pool attendants bringing back out the deck chairs. Having fallen asleep upon Cals chest I now lay massaging his lower stomach. My jaw nestling against his breast. The white sheets moving lower as my hand perused his torso. I felt horny again. In need of my man. I wanted Cal inside me. Reaching below my slender mound I watched as two fingers perused my own hole. Juice had already entered my tint love cavern. I moved the juicy fingers sideways to play with his gorgeous cock. The very source of my fear and trepidation twenty four hours earlier was now my friend. My need. Cal began to stir into my touch. Turning 180 degrees I turned face about to straddle his waist. With my back toward him I again gathered my two wet fingers to part my tender snatch.

Lowering slowly now toward his rod my fingers guided the wet pink folds of skin over his ridge. Straightening my back to look below my breasts, over my small blond tussocks of hair I could see his now stiff shaft disappear. Disappear up inside my channel! My body stiffened to engulf this long length of manhood, as the curtains now blew slightly open at my front, revealing pockets of blue water from the pool beyond. With his thumbs encircling my hips Cal’s hands, now awake, lowered me up and down his cock, sliding himself up inside me, before lifting me back up. The upper walls of my vagina flexed to take him whole, again releasing some liquid, to slither up his pole. I began rocking further forward, then twisting from side to side, loving having him guiding me, needing him deeper inside.

Within moments he clasped my hips, to push me further down, holding my pussy upon him, as he unleashed then a powerful sound. Ramming his knob further up, high up into my chest, I arched back to push hard upon him, whilst grasping at my now firm breasts. His hardness felt sensational, as he slammed into my dripping wet hole, before long we both squirted out more cream, to gather at the foot of his pole. Turning around to kiss him, I passionately entered Cal’s lips, I loved having my tongue inside him, I loved my ex step dad to bits. I knew it would feel like this, when I finally made love with him, he was truly a beautiful man, he made me feel sexy again. Cal turned on a light inside me, with a bright and shimmering glow, he ignited a fire within, from top right through to my toe.

"Let me lick it clean," he said, as he gathered my thighs in his hands, lifting my waist above him as my hands met the head of his bed.

He began to tongue me inside, then up and down my now hungry slit, sliding up into the juice, before returning again to my clit. Again it was too much to take, my pussy was screaming inside, within seconds I again exploded, gushing from deep down inside. I moaned and climaxed in a heap, falling to land on his bed, my young body now visibly shaking, quivering and pulsating bright red.

"It's okay," Cal whispered in my ears, as held me closely in arms.

My cheeks now too were awash, smothered in a flood of tears. I never wanted this moment to end, this immense feeling of passion inside, lying and wanting then needing, as my thirst and my heart did collide. He laughed. Then he began to talk of our first bike ride in Santa Barbara. He had bought me a small mountain bike for my sixth birthday and taken me to the local park for one of our first bike rides together. He had been practically mortified when watching from behind me I had crashed on the concrete pathway. Bloody knee, tears, sadness consuming my young blond face.

"What are you thinking about?" I said.

"About you," he replied.

Then leaning over toward me he placed his index finger on my bottom lip, forcing it lower to construct so called, “sad face”.

"I’m remembering back to when you were a little girl," he said.

"To your first pushbike accident. To your face then. One of shock and bewilderment. Of how did that happen to me?" he said now smiling.

"Everything turned out okay then," he said continuing.

"Soon you gained your sea legs, and became a great bike rider and athlete. Everything will work out okay now. Just be patient," he said.

I all of a sudden felt brave, as I lay within the arms of this man, this man who had been by my side, since I was barely able to stand.

Then leaning up close I began to whisper to him now.

"Let me lick you," I said, before lowering myself through the sheets, toward the bottom of his bed.

Kissing and caressing his thighs, my mouth began massaging his thighs, releasing my tongue to arouse him, wiping the tears from my eyes. Lifting up his gorgeous cock, I licked him beneath his this sack, lowering my young tongue to wander, to slide beneath his open butt crack. My fingers now sucked by my tongue, I massaged his horny tight hole, all the licking around the opening, before lifting before my goal. Sliding my mouth now lower, to close out the eye of his cock, I lower my lips down upon him, as I gently began to rock. My knees lifting up then down, upon the shaft of this sexy dark man, his cock now firm and erect, at the mercy of my clasping hands. Cal began thrashing and bucking, writhing all over the bed, as I grasped and sucked even harder, hanging on grimly to his throbbing cocks head. Up and his pole my lips sucked, down beneath his swollen vein, gazing up north toward his eyes, as he looked lower in pleasure then pain. As my mouth slowly lowered to the foot, the bottom of his long piece of meat, I felt a creamy hot load, force its way deep in my throat, causing me splutter and open, to breathe again and keep afloat. Yet I returned quickly to swallow his juices as he held my blond hair with his hands, lower me down on his rod, now barking a series of commands.

"Suck my cock," he moaned. 

"Take me in your mouth, lick and suck it," he pleaded.

I proceeded to suck on his thick, juicy knob, loving the taste of his manhood, in love with my first real head job. I didn’t want to waste one drop, I loved having his cock at my grasp, not wanting to ever release it, needing the moment to last.

"Was that okay," I now said to my Cal, as I again nestled my cheek upon his face.

"It was beautiful," came Cal’s reply, filling me with grace.

Chapter Sixteen – Prai Nor and a romantic boat ride with Cal

Thursday morning arrived to find Cal and I riding in the back of an open taxi truck (shielded only by a tin canopy roof) on our way to Hua Hin. After bartering with a local Thai car representative Cal sought fit to hire the services of a driver for 600 Baht and leave these bustling roads of Hua Hin for the locals to inhabit.

South of Hua Hin the Asian countryside of tin dwellings and wooden huts exist within an overwhelming sense of green, interspersed at infrequent intervals with the presence of busy villages. Again dirt roads in these villages were making way for bitumen as local men constructed the new tar roads. Hence a constant flow of yellow construction hats were present amidst the Coca Cola signs, motor bike yards and car yards prevalent in Thailand’s southern towns. Women sitting on the roadside cleaning food, washing and cooking the local cuisine was a common sight as Cal and I continued south on this holiday adventure. I reached my hand out to hold his, and smiled into his kind green eyes. One or two large petrol stations later along the way and we arrived at our destination, Prai Nor. Prai nor is set in a National Park to the South of Hua Hin. Having driven through a rocky outcrop beneath the towering mountains above the landscape opened up in front of us to reveal water filled fields of dirt and dams. The occasional stall frequented the roadside on the way to this remote fishing village, set against the Thai mountains of thick trees and dense vegetation. Rocky outcrops appeared common in this area as was the presence of brown creeks, where the water lay stagnant, before picking itself up again on route to the ocean which is the border to the East of Prai Nor’s quiet fishing ground.

The locals outline the perimeter of a creek here weaving nets and tending to boats made of wood which are tethered by long ropes to these muddy banks. The boats are simple wooden structures painted blue and orange, colours standing out dramatically against the green mountains beyond. Thus we find ourselves in Prai nor, a narrow village comprising of a creek, one road, and the stark borders, of the mountains to the West, and the Oceans shore to the East. Cal decides to leave the local fishermen and take me on a romantic boat ride to the caves south and back to islands whose presence jut steeply above these still ocean waters. The hinterland is untouched and an overwhelming sight. The mountains surrounding us are brilliantly steep whilst the rock configurations are a mixture of orange and grey, with the sky a perfect blue, setting alight the green waters below. Sandy shorelines are barren and untouched. The only movement being a bird in flight or the gentle progression of a fishing boat passing by.

Cal placed his arm around me and I felt his warm breath upon my forehead. He slowly massaged my legs under their sarong, as the water lapped under our boats hull. The people here were working manually, unlike elsewhere to the north of the National Park where waves of construction had reminded us of the West from which we came. Here I could not remove the experience of solitude within this serene location with its people mending and the local rustic wooden huts, opening themselves to the water below then the mountain beyond. Untouched. Ancient. Isolated. Removed. Windless.

Thursday night I lay on the deck chair at the Hotel dreaming of our day. Of the boat ride. Of Cal’s hand caressing my legs above the beautiful ocean water. Of him kissing me gently on the cheek. Of his smile. Of his gorgeous touch. With only one day to go before heading back to Bangkok for the final evening of our holiday, I began to feel somewhat melancholic at the thought of saying goodbye to him. But I held a stiff upper lip and shut the feelings of sadness out. I was determined to make the most of our time together. All year at the cabin and during our days and nights out in Santa Barbara I had wanted to consummate a relationship with Cal. Now that it had happened, I was unsure of where it would lead. Yet I had no regrets, only feelings of love for him, attraction toward him, and an overwhelming desire to be intimate again with him. I watched as he came back to sit alongside me on our deck chairs, upon his return from the pool. His torso dripping as he brushed the water from his thick black mane of hair and reached for his white towel. Lying the towel flat on his deck chair he now leaned across to smile at me, before resting his head on the chairs cushion and gazing into the southern Thai sky.

I lay staring at his strong physique, watching intently as the sun began capturing the tiny droplets from his torso, before they landed upon his towel. The humidity was still heating up the day, even at this late hour. Cal’s swimmers were a perfect cream in color, setting off his dark tan and hanging to his firm thighs and muscular legs. From beneath I could see the outline of his gorgeous cock. The wet swimmers clinging to his protruding ridge, to his long shaft, below his swollen knob. I wanted to tear his swimmers from him. To straddle him on the deck of our hotel. To tell him I loved him. To ride him like a cowgirl with spurs and a horsewhip. To fuck him like a dirty little country girl in need of a spanking. Instead, I sat. Gazing now out to the pool. Thinking back to our boat ride, to my hand touching the beautiful green water below, and to Cal’s hand, in mine.

Our trip to Prai Nor had exhausted both of us. After some room service on the deck and one or two glasses of wine we decided to call it a night. Cal had organised with me to go shopping in the local Hua Hin markets tomorrow, being Friday our last day at the Dusit Resort before travelling back to Bangkok. Within moments of him asking me what I thought I might like at the local markets he was asleep on his bed. I slowly pulled the crisp hotel sheets above his white boxer shorts, his torso and then shoulders, before kissing him softly on the cheek.

"Goodnight," I whispered.

I was a little disappointed, I had wanted to kiss and cuddle him, to thank him again for the beautiful boat ride, to tell him how much I appreciated the holiday, but it wasn’t to be. I needed to shower anyway, I thought, to shave and wash my hair. To prepare for our night out at the Roof top bar back in Bangkok on Saturday night.

"What would I wear?"

My body began tingling again. Tired as I was I found myself excited at the thought of having Cal inside me again. Of his long cock thrusting into me from behind. Of his hands massaging my small breasts as he drove into me. Exploring every inch of my tight young pussy with his hard swollen knob. I noticed my pink lips were now reddened on the surface as I drew the razor through the folds of my tender slit. I was a little sore from last night. But it was a nice soreness. It was a reminder of him. Of our first evening making love together. I couldn’t wait for our second!

Chapter Seventeen – Saying goodbye to Hua Hin

Friday at the local markets was fun. Cal made me laugh so much. With his stupid Thai accent and his constant need to try on dresses at the stalls.

"This would look good on you," he would laugh.

One dress did look pretty. A short yellow dress with a cream colored pleat along the hem took my eye and it was agreed this would be my going away present, to wear on Saturday evening. Forever the gentleman Cal brought me a card and that evening he had me close my eyes and then open it to find a pretty silver necklace inside.

"For my special girl," he wrote.

"I shall always remember this time together. Love always, Cal."

I kissed him on the lips, thanking him profusely for his gifts. Before hugging him tightly and pushing him upon his bed. He then entered my mouth with his tongue. Passionately kissing me and holding me in tight. His manhood then pressing against me. I soon forgot that I was sore, and within moments I had my wish. Cal was inside me again, once more.

On Saturday morning we said goodbye to Hua Hin and with her markets, her school children dressed in an immaculate white and the elderly, forever preparing food for their families. Goodbye to more and more construction, amidst her coastal high rises. Wind now met us. Blowing hot. That familiar road leading then weaving me home through a sea of traffic and roadside shacks covered in green, basking in local timber. Wood.

Bangkok again. Pat pong Road. The sleaze of the West. Girls dancing. Bars. Traffic at a standstill. We arrive at the Metropolitan Hotel. It is just as Cal described it. Funky, contemporary, elegant and lush all wrapped up in one. Before long we return to our customary holiday positions. Sipping wine poolside as the sun beams on in, lighting up our day. 




Chapter Eighteen - Saturday Night Rooftop

The hair straightener began to burn the ends of my hair as I sat up. Finally my nails had dried and I was ready to dress for the night. My new yellow dress looked perfect with the wedges and now my pink nails set off the pink thong and bra I wore. My hair fell just over my necklace and onto the shoulder line of the dress. It seemed much blonder than usual tonight. Maybe it was a combination of my summer tan and the sun. Some pink lipstick, a final look in the hotel mirror and within minutes I was with Cal in the bar of the Metropolitan.

"You look stunning," he said.

"The dress really suits doesn’t it?"

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