Waiting for my key

Pattaya, 12 Jan. 2012.

With the key to my room in the possession of my old Dutch mate Paul, pronounced Porn by the Pattaya clan of Hot Mommas, there is nothing to do but wait for Mister Porn to finish his "business" in my New Star guesthouse room, a 400 Baht quicky with a local female from probably up north but having her domicile here in big party place Pattaya to make the Thai currency fast and furious, well, on her flat on her back would probably be a better way to describe it I guess!!!

Not that  my room key is unaccustomed to be in the hands of other people but its original owner, plenty are the Thai ladies who run off to my room late afternoon, a quick shower and a hourly nap on my bed, sometimes alone or in the company of other members of the Hot Momma clan of local females, leaving me on the beach with a cold Leo and feeling lonely...

Other Farang friends apart from Mister Porn have gone his way, a petite lady of the infamous Pattaya nightlife holding on to a hairy Farang arm, rearranging the sheets of my poor bed after the action is over...or so I might wish...maybe I should rent my room out by the hour or change my status as a semi-professional artist to that of an Anhaelter, a soeteneur as my counrty folk call it...you don't speak Dutch or that gutteral German? Buy a diccionary I would say...

Miss Ang is Guan's best friend, the Guan lady who apperently suffered from a local wisky induced pass-away some four weeks ago and is probably now enjoying the heavenly version of mind enducing alcohol - the piss of the angels in the Drunk's Heaven up in the clouds, together with The Sheriff and all these other Mau crazies that entered my life in the past and have now gone the way of no physical return!!!

Well, I have to admit Miss Ang, pretty Mau already despite the early hour of the night, is doing a good job to entertain my room key waiting time, moving my pinkish long fingered Farang hand to her crotch every so often, the this fabric of her dirty and worn blue jeans the only "protection" for her fremale parts, telling me about Guan's demise and quick jumping the conversation to her childhood up north in Buriram...

When Paul, or should we stick to his nick Mister Porn, returns, a big beaming idiotic smile covering the space beneath his nose betraying me a had a great time with his chosen lady of the night, I have the disticnt suspicion my fingers detect a certain moist dampening the tigh area of Ang's unwashed blue jeans...good time Mister Porn didn't take more but his habitual thirty minutes!!!

Shit, I need a beer now!!!