207 - Jomtien beach
- I am so full I can hardly move, said Peter.
- I am stuffed, said Duff.- I feel like a beached whale.
- It is your own fault, said Larson. - You should have said no when the German began talking about New Zealand lamb.
- But you said you were hungry, said Duff.
- I was hungry. But I ate too much.
- It is nothing to quarrel about, said Peter. - Whatever faults Dietmar may have he cooks good stew.
- He looks like he eats most of it himself, said Larson.
- I wish he would stop calling us his friends, said Duff.
- Agreed, said Larson. - That’s a slick salesman trick. Suddenly he seems to love us.
The farangs were walking down soi 17 to Second Road. They hailed the first baht bus that came by in the direction of Jomtien.
- Dietmar said the boys were on the beach? asked Larson.
- Yes. They should be easy to see.
- They are in the gay section?
- Yes. Don’t worry. You don’t have to walk all the way around the bay.
- Lek asked for my room number, said Larson.
- Aha! Maybe you will get a visit, said Duff.
- I don’t know if I like Lek anymore. He is tainted by his affair with Dietmar.
- You don’t know that, said Peter. - Lek works for Dietmar. How can you be sure they are in bed too?
- I don’t know it but I suspect it, said Larson. - I can imagine that disgusting pimp with Lek, humping away. It makes me sick.
- Don’t think about Dietmar, said Duff. - Look at all the pretty boys instead.
- You are right, said Larson. - How about those two walking over there?
- Isaan moneyboys, said Duff. - They should be your type. Dark skin, tight singlets and gold chains.
- They are not bad, said Larson while stretching his neck to see better. The boys on the pavement saw his stare and smiled and waved at the farangs in the baht bus.
- Want to stop the bus? asked Duff.
- Nah, said Larson. - They are money. I am past that phase.
- That phase? Ha ha ha! said Peter.
- Excuse me?
- You are funny, Larson. First you say you never pay for sex. Then you say it was a phase. Which is it?
- I may have experimented, said Larson. - But I was always against prostitution. Sex for sale is a social problem that should be cured.
- It is not a social problem when the handsome moneyboy is in your bed, is it? asked Duff.
- That’s a trick question, said Larson.
- Here we are, said Peter and pushed the ringing button. The songtaew stopped in front of the 7-Eleven and Bookazine.
- All right, said Larson. - Gay beach here we come!
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