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Written by Robert Black
Thursday, 06 December 2007

Last Updated ( Monday, 24 December 2007 )

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The soft light bounced off the Chinese lion statues and danced around the room. The fruity perfume scents mixed with the cigar smoke perfectly, so enhancing the lightly intoxicated mood of the patrons. The striking girls sat on the long velvet sofa in the middle of the room giggling softly, by design, for they had a role to play and they played it flawlessly. Mongolian carpets covered the floor from wall to wall contrasting beautifully with the Japanese paintings hanging on the walls. A lone French chandelier, suspended from the ceiling, served as a faultless witness of the legitimacy of the beautiful marriage between East and West.

John Malcolm sat alone at the far end of the bar at the corner of the room. He was drinking slowly, wasting time, observing all and being observed by some. Some would think it was in his nature to observe, and spy. He was after all the Military Attaché to the American embassy in Thailand. John Malcolm was officially the Military Attaché, but unofficially he was just another intelligence gatherer, not that there was much intelligence to gather, that job was mainly handled by the CIA boys. John was fortunate enough to know certain ‘things’ about the long serving Ambassador. Since the Ambassador didn’t want any one else to know about these ‘things’, John’s position at the Embassy was ‘secured’, even though there wasn’t a need for a Military Attaché in Thailand (Thais bought most of there arms from China) and the spy work was done by others. He didn’t care, as long as he knew what he knew, but more importantly that the Ambassador knew that John knew, then he would always get a pay check whatever his official or unofficial job was. John Malcolm was probably one of the very few people on earth whose ‘official’ and ‘unofficial’ jobs were both artificial and imaginary.

John observed from the corner of his eye a figure approaching: a short Asian man, dressed in a bright green suit. Chang the oriental elf thought John.

“You smile, you are well general?” said Mr. Chang. No matter how many times John corrected Mr. Chang about his real title he always addressed him as ‘General’.

“Very well, thanks. I was just thinking about something.”

“Ah, that is the reason why you smiling. What you thinking?”

“I was thinking about Christmas time, and Santa, and all his little helpers.”

“Oh boy! The Chrismasstime is very very busy time,” said Chang with an even bigger smile.

“Especially for the little elves,” said John casually and without malice; it was his own little joke and he shared it with no one else. But, he did harbor a certain dislike for Mr. Chang and he wasn’t certain why. Strangely he felt that in the future Mr. Chang would trouble him in some way, maybe it was that plastered smile on his face. God, he always carries that damn smile with him

“Elvis?”

“No, not Elvis Chang- never mind,” laughed John.

“You will take company? General?”

“I think I will. Is Nana in?”

“Nana busy, sorry. Oh boy,” said Mr. Chang. That was another thing John disliked about him, his constant use of the phrase ‘oh boy!’, “I bring ladies now, you chose. Oh boy! Fine ladies.”

“Sure, you do that.”

John lighted a new cigarette and signaled at the barman for another drink: Tennessee Whiskey, with no ice or water, or soda of any kind, just whiskey in a shot glass. That was one of the reasons John liked Chang’s ‘establishment’, because it always accommodated his drinking needs, and lady needs. Not like the places you find at ‘Silom Road’ or ‘Sukhumvit Street’. No, those are just for the tourists: balding Englishmen and American Marines, anxious and in a hurry.

Mr. Chang came back with six girls following him. He stood there on one side while the girls arranged themselves in a single line, standing side by side.

“You see, fine ladies. You pick now,” said Mr. Chang.

“Who is that? - No. The one on the right-yes,” said John indicating towards the girl on the right. She was white, whiter than the others. Little miss snow-white thought John. She had long, straight, charcoal-black hair, falling smoothly on her delicate shoulders. Her eyes were large and inviting but at the same time shy and reserved. Her smile, best of all, her smile: an invitation to the most beautiful secrets of her delicate soul.

“Her name Moon, she fine lady. Oh Boy!”

“Yeah ‘oh boy’, Moon you said? Full moon?”

“She fine lady, oh boy.”

“Never mind- is she new? I have never seen her here before.”

“She come from Village near Chang-Mai, she was in cleee-nick for fixing chest.”

“Clinic?”

“Yes fix chest.”

“Fix her chest? Shit Chang, I hope it’s not contagious”

“No, no she fine now, fine lady oh boy. She go again next week for remove apeneeshh.”

“Remove what?”

“Remove apeneeshh.”

“Remove… her appendix?”

“Yes, she be fine lady. Oh Boy”

“You sure she’ll be fine? I mean her appendix, will she be able to-“

“Yes, yes please you try, you see, she fine lady. Oh boy.”

John looked at Moon again; there was something more to her than her intoxicating looks. It was the way she stood, and the way she looked away when he stared at her eyes. God, that smile.

John downed his drink, stubbed his cigarette, got up and followed Mr. Chang and Moon out of the sitting room and up the stairs to their ‘sleeping’ room.

Alone in the room John and Moon stood there silently, facing each other. The lights flickered: a dim reddish orange glow created by candles positioned all around the room. John looked at the mirrored walls and saw the reflection of the satin curtains by the window. John noticed the mirrors on the ceiling and the image reflected on them: a queen size bed with velvet bed sheets.

John moved his hand, delicately, but determinedly, seizing Moon’s hand into his, guiding her towards the bed. There by the side of the bed, he started working on the buttons of her blouse. Leisurely he was undoing her blouse; her breasts were firm and round, and perfect, as evidence of her creator’s taste and skill. Naked from the waist up, she stood there, submissive and beautiful. John slowly removed the button of her dress and let it drop. And, she still stood there, exposed and obedient.

What the Fuck! Sweat Mary, Mother of Christ.

There in front of him stood Moon, naked. John’s face just inches from her naked breasts and… her testicles, and her penis. The eyes saw clearly but the mind was numb. Treacherous God what sins am I now paying?

John ran out the room, trying hard not to throw-up, and then down the stairs to the hall. Mr. Chang glided out of the shadows. The oriental devil.

“Please excuse, what is the matter?” he said, still with that smile.

“Chang, listen that girl- no I mean that man- she ain’t a girl. She-“

“She is lady-boy.”

“Yes! You knew?”

“Fine lady-boy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” John grabbed him by the collar but then relaxed his clutch and added in a whisper, “That’s not my thing, you knew, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I telling you she is lady-boy.”

“You said she was a fine lady.”

“I saying she is fine lady-boy, I telling you she went for fix chest-“

“Fix chest! I thought she had a cough or something, I didn’t know. Oh God!”

“I telling you she fix chest and next week she go for remove apeneesh.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard that part, removing her appendix.”

“Remove apeneesh.”

“Remove…”

“Remove apeneesh.”

“Remove… a penis?”

“Yes, see I telling you.”

“Oh! Fuck this am out of here.”

“You come again. We give you special price next time.”

“Fuck it Chang, I don’t think I can get it up any more.”

John walked hurriedly to the front door; he stepped outside. He stood there on the step lighting a cigarette, while attempting to make sense of what has just happened. He stood there breathing his cigarette smoke, while calculating how many drinks it would take to erase the memory.