Nong from last year

Amsterdam, 24 Jan. 2013,

As is not all that unusual I spend most of my first few days in Pattaya reacqainting myself with old friends, renewing the the physical contact with former lovers from last year, or many years in the antiquity for that matter, walking down the boulevard after my Apex budget breakfast and being approached by those local Hot Mommas, the notorious clan of the Isan females that have haunted this particular busy walkway streching along a dirty beach where masseuses pommel overweight sunburned Farang flesh, for eternity...

Nong is such an old contact from last year, a cook in a restaurant but spending most of her working hours thinking about willing Farang men who can satisfy her enormous appetite for sex during the after hours, phoning me repeatedly once these dreary working hours are over to put her aroused body to the test, make her dreams of the day time become reality at night, waiting for me in front of the Seven/11 conveniently close to my new Star place of residence...

Not wanting me to buy beer but instead insisting she is the one to pay, distancing herself this way from her haunting Isan sisters on the beach, no Nong, Song, Saam or maybe Haa red ones here in exchange for a shorttime or allnighter...

In the dreaded afternoon after, the day after the passionate night that I hate so much, totally incapable of handling all the emotions that come with it, we find ourselves back next door at the Noi restaurant for a belated but highly necessary breaky number one to restored spent energy, getting joined by my friend Mister Porn, a nick that suits him well considering his unsattible thirst for sex and all that comes with it....

Nong makes it Pas De Secret to Mister Porn that she has suitable needs of lust, telling him repeatedly that we are only friends, the lust in her dark Asian shiners a dead give-away to her borderless interest in my friend...well, what are friends for, after all...