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Milton Booker relaxed in a dreamy calm he hadn't felt in ages if, truth
be told, ever. At first when the masseuse applied the strangely scented
lotion at the start of his rubdown it had been unpleasant, bordering on
painful, his skin feeling as if it were being drawn tight in an effect
reminding him of when he cut himself shaving and closed the wound with
an alum stick, only this was taking place over the areas where the
petite Thai woman was working it in, then over his whole body as the
exposed areas grew.
"Yow!" he yelled, "that stuff stings little missy! how about wiping some
of it off?"
"Yes, sting really really, good, you like yes?" was her reply in broken
English, not seeming to get what he was saying.
"No, sting to much, sting not good!" he tried raising his voice in an
effort to get past the language barrier. Her big smile and hand full of
the ginger brown stuff that she preceded to slap on and knead into the
skin just over his left kidney showing that she had not got what he was
saying.
"That's what I get for going to what must be the only massage house in
Bangkok that gives regular massages!" Milton thought to himself, however
after the first fiery sensation had seeped into his skin, and the
almost
elfin woman had started to manipulate his flesh with surprisingly strong
hands, the initial pain turned into, first a warm glow, then a superb
calm that was now washing over him "damn, this is something else"
thought the vacationing American as the masseuse pored on a new mix that
this time instead of making heat a was warmed cream smelling of unknown
herbs that seemed to began to bring on a heaviness along with the
fantastic calm.
"This is almost better than the other kind of massage," thought Milton
as he faded into a sleep deeper than he had experienced in years,
disturbed only by an odd dream in which he seemed to be in an old
fashion phone booth that sparked and flashed while an insistent voice
told him about Thailand.
With a deep sigh Milton woke up to the muffled sound of music that
seemed to be coming from a room close to the one where he had been
getting his massage, still feeling warm and supremely relaxed Milton
didn't want to get up and end it all, though he couldn't help but notice
as he lay there in the dark that someone had dressed him while he had
been out "dang, I guess even if I can could ask for another hour it'd
be pointless, they already got me ready to go," he mused as he almost
fell back asleep.
This ended when overhead lights were snapped on displacing the gloom of
the half-light he had grown use to. Milton wasn't sure, but it seemed
from his position on his back that he was in another room.
"Okay sleepyhead sister, time to get up and show the world it's newest
wonder worker!"
To Milton's surprise the person addressing him was the little woman who
had been giving him his massage; a woman as far as he had been able to
tell knew no more than a dozen words of English, and here she was not
only speaking it, but speaking it like a native, and being rude about it
by calling him sister.
"Well hell" thinks Milton to himself "if she had let me know she spoke
English from the start things would have gone a lot smoother with the
rub-down, but now that I know it I'm giving her and her smart mouth a
piece of my mind!"
With that thought Milton hops off the table to face her, the first thing
he notices is that the woman has changed out of the black paints and
white t-shirt she had been wearing and gotten into one of the elaborate
costumes he had seen traditional Thai dancers wear.
The next thing he notices is that the woman, who at the start of the
message session, had been more than a head shorter then he was, was now
looking him straight in the eye, and being bold about it to boot.
"Alright sister what's the hell is the deal here?" demanded Milton taken
aback when his voice which he had intended to be an commanding bark
came
out as a squeak, well, not a squeak but certainly higher that he had
aimed it.
"Those crazy Luminous Temple people!" said the woman ignoring his demand
and speaking a tone that seemed more to herself than him, "they said
that SISTER would get you right on the ball with no fuss, come on
sister, get with the game the shows about to start," the later part
however was addressed to and after saying it she reached out and gave
Milton a light playful slap on his left cheek, that was when what was
going on hit him.
It was not that she was speaking perfect English, it was he who was
understanding the Thai the woman was speaking, a language that before
now he had understood only a few phrases and words of which he had
picked up in years of decadent vacationing there.
This became clear to him when the woman had used the English word
sister, the same word he had just used, only he had used the Thai word
while she the English, an English word that somehow sounded alien to his
ears.
With that revelation lighting up his formerly sleepy mind other things
came to him, he remember waking up earlier, the sights he had at first
thought only a dream, but he had come to himself in a small chamber of
some sort that flashed and buzzed and seemed to make the inside of his
head sweat, it was there that he had also heard the word sister spoken
in English along with someone saying in English, "Now! start the
Synaptic Infuser Stimulating Trans Ethnic Realignment booth, SISTER is
charged and ready!" then blackness.
Now Milton knew why he was able to look the woman before him in the eye,
why he understood Thai and why... he....? No.... She.... Yes she
Miltrimalee was wearing the same sort of costume the other woman was.
He was Milton Booker a single unattached American businessman with a
taste for the exotic diversions of Bangkok, now she was Miltrimalee
Bookapoon a Thai woman who was privatized to be a new member of a little
known and dying form of Thai dance, and she was about to go on stage to
preform it.
"Are you ready sister?" asked the woman.
"Yes I am!" replied Miltrimalee, and they rushed out to join the others
on stage.
"But Milton is here too," said his old self from a deep corner of his
mind "my dance isn't over yet and will be back once this one is done, no
matter the body I'm in or the language I speak!"
Or perhaps a third and completely new person would emerge in the end,
the dance of life can be strange that way.
Felix Nine 2006
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