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the
bathroom. He was thinking about Zed and how he could get her into his bed that
night so he didn’t realise that the bathroom was occupied. It was Zed’s mother,
and she was bathing herself.   She
had her back to him and it took a second or two to realise that it wasn’t Lek
because she had a fit body and her skin was beautifully smooth and unblemished.
She hadn’t heard the door open and he stood transfixed as she threw a bowl of
water down her back. Her skin glistened under the light from the single bare
bulb and the water cascaded down her back and legs.   Dave gasped. She was quite stunning. She bent down, scooped
another bowlful of water and poured it over her back. Dave caught a glimpse of
soft, perfect breasts and his heart raced.   She straightened up and shook her long black hair and it
snaked across her back like a silk curtain.  
    Dave realised
that she was about to turn towards him so he slipped out, just in time to see
Zed walking down the steps. She was carrying a candle and a box of matches.
“For you,” she said.
    He thanked
her.   “I’m so glad you brought me
to your home,” he said.
    She nodded and
smiled.
    “I’m happy to
help you and your family,” he added.
    “Thank you so
much,” said Zed.
    “You know I’m a
good man, right?”
    “A very good
man,” said Zed. “You make me very happy.”
    “I want to ask
you something, Zed.”
    Zed nodded.
“Okay.”
    ‘Tonight, can you
stay with me?” She frowned, not understanding him. He nodded at the shack. “I’m
not happy to sleep alone.”
    “If I stay with
you, my mother not happy,” said Zed.
    “Please,” said
Dave.
    “Okay, maybe,”
said Zed, but Dave could tell from the uncertainty in her voice that she really
meant to say “no”.
    “It would really make
me happy,” he said.
    Before Zed could
say anything else, the bathroom door opened and Zed’s mother came out, dressed
in a long nightgown and carrying her towel.   She smiled at Dave and said something in Thai.
    “She said good
night,” said Zed.   Zed’s mother
headed up the steps.
    Dave went into
the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and threw a few bowlfuls of water over
himself but he didn’t feel much cleaner. He wrapped himself in his towel.   When he went back outside, Zed had
gone.   There were two young men sitting
on a mat watching the new LCD TV and they waved bottles of beer at him but Dave
had learned his lesson from the previous evening and he went straight to bed.
    It was a hot
night and even with the fan Dave was bathed in sweat.   He took off his t-shirt and tossed and turned wearing only
his boxer shorts.
    He drifted in and
out of sleep. He tried sleeping on his back, on his side and on his front, but
nothing made the lumpy mattress bearable. He was half asleep when he heard the
wooden door scrape open. He was lying face down and he twisted his head around
as the door grated shut. He wondered if it was just the wind but then he heard
a soft footfall and a slight swishing sound as the mosquito net was moved
aside.
    The room was in
almost total darkness. “Zed, is that you?” he asked, but there was no reply. He
felt the mattress move as his visitor knelt down and then soft, warm hands
caressed his left calf.
    He started to
roll over but a hand pushed him in the small of the back. “You want me to lie
down?” he said.   “Okay, I can do
that.”   He settled back down,
resting his chin on his hands.   The
hand moved from his back and returned to his leg. The fingers moved around his
ankle and then slowly worked their way up to his right knee. “That’s good,” he
sighed, and then he caught his breath as the hands slid up his thigh.   “Oh my God,” he whispered.
    The hands slid up
and down, easing their way inside his boxer shorts and then back down, up and
down, with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Each time the fingers moved inside his
shorts they went higher and higher until he was sure that the next stroke would
touch his dick.   He