Child Control II
You may recall my expose on "Thai Girls"
A male friend of mine (rather handsome dark chap) had gotten himself in a "spot of bother". He had befriended a TG (probably from a Wan Chai establishment), invited her back to his luxury apartment, let her stay a few nights more than likely Rogered her senseless and now she would not leave.
Obviously he was using her for sex and nothing else. His reputation for doing so is rather large. No sane woman would ever think this man is a "keeper". As I have pointed out in the before linked however, "sanity" and Thai women can be highly mutually exclusive.
So I get a text "Psycho TG still in my flat, help".
I am around there in a jiffy. Wary that the psycho may by now carrying weapons I approach the apartment carefully. I know the door code so buzz myself in. I make it up the lift to his floor. I check the door handle again carefully and slowly open it. There is cat call screaming as I enter.
I looked at her, classic go-go dancer strip club type. Long straight black hair, copy sunglasses worn on her head, tight top bought at a cheap market with a slogan of "Roxy Chick", badly applied make-up and unbranded jeans with similarly offensively cheap looking size 4 or 5 unbranded high heels.
This stand off was pathetic. So I simply march up to the screaming TG nutcase who I estimated weighed in at the size of a 35-38 kg small 10 year old boy, picked her up and literally threw her out the apartment. The door is then deadlocked as she was thumping against it.
A hand bag is on the table. Possibly an issue as it would give her reason to come back to collect it. I tell her through the tantrum that I will throw her handbag down to the ground floor so she better get down there as soon as she could to collect the content off the street. Funny how her English suddenly improved.
I hear running down the stairs. She comes out the door in a rage and we can see her on the ground level. Mere male at this point wants to be nice. Cactus does not do nice when removing prostitutes from apartments when they have scratched quite deeply up the arm. I hurl the handbag down to the street.
Oops, there are some road works and I managed to aim the bag into a drain that is full of recent rainwater. Accident....... I promise.....Savlon immediately applied to the cut.
A male friend of mine (rather handsome dark chap) had gotten himself in a "spot of bother". He had befriended a TG (probably from a Wan Chai establishment), invited her back to his luxury apartment, let her stay a few nights more than likely Rogered her senseless and now she would not leave.
Obviously he was using her for sex and nothing else. His reputation for doing so is rather large. No sane woman would ever think this man is a "keeper". As I have pointed out in the before linked however, "sanity" and Thai women can be highly mutually exclusive.
So I get a text "Psycho TG still in my flat, help".
I am around there in a jiffy. Wary that the psycho may by now carrying weapons I approach the apartment carefully. I know the door code so buzz myself in. I make it up the lift to his floor. I check the door handle again carefully and slowly open it. There is cat call screaming as I enter.
I looked at her, classic go-go dancer strip club type. Long straight black hair, copy sunglasses worn on her head, tight top bought at a cheap market with a slogan of "Roxy Chick", badly applied make-up and unbranded jeans with similarly offensively cheap looking size 4 or 5 unbranded high heels.
This stand off was pathetic. So I simply march up to the screaming TG nutcase who I estimated weighed in at the size of a 35-38 kg small 10 year old boy, picked her up and literally threw her out the apartment. The door is then deadlocked as she was thumping against it.
A hand bag is on the table. Possibly an issue as it would give her reason to come back to collect it. I tell her through the tantrum that I will throw her handbag down to the ground floor so she better get down there as soon as she could to collect the content off the street. Funny how her English suddenly improved.
I hear running down the stairs. She comes out the door in a rage and we can see her on the ground level. Mere male at this point wants to be nice. Cactus does not do nice when removing prostitutes from apartments when they have scratched quite deeply up the arm. I hurl the handbag down to the street.
Oops, there are some road works and I managed to aim the bag into a drain that is full of recent rainwater. Accident....... I promise.....Savlon immediately applied to the cut.
posted by Cactus Kate at 2:43 PM
2 Comments:
Brillant.
brave cactus.
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