Whole night, I was just thinking about Rahul and skeptical about what will he ask for.Next afternoon, it was too busy because of weekend. Rahul came i...n the restaurant; he was looking good. He came to me and remined me about my last night promise. I said, “yes I do remember, what do you want?”Rahul: “I want to see you in the same dress at the same place, serving your customers without under wears.”I: “What! Are you drunk or something? What are you talking about?”Rahul: “I want you to go to your. ‘How do you know which bar girl is going to score with her john? And that quickly? How do you do it?’ ‘Is simple. No secret. You don’t know Peter?’ (yeah, that’s my name. We had introduced ourselves earlier). ‘Know what?’ ‘Look for girl with little clothes. She show her titties and farang have no chance.’ She laughed. I laughed. Ok, a lot of us guys think with our dicks. Show us some skin and our interest (and our dicks) perk up! I guess some of us are really shallow. But I was trying not. Then I brushed my teeth and left for work. Ihoped the day wouldn't be too embarrassing.It was inevitable that my co-workers would see me andwonder about the changes in my appearance. And I wasn'tsurprised when I became the topic of everyone'sconversation. One of my co-workers Fred Smith stopped by mydesk."Is that you, Don?" he asked."Yes, it's me, Fred." Well you sound like Don, but you sure as hell don't looklike him. What did you do to yourself?" I had a beauty makeover, do you like it?"Fred. “You were gone all night! No phone call, no note! Not even a cop car to notify your next-of-kin!” she half-screamed. “I was losing my mind!”“You looked pretty calm when I walked in here,” I said.“That’s because Mr. Arnovsky called about an hour ago to tell me you’d spent the night in his pool house,” she kept the outrage on high. “Daddy! A pool house? Really?”“Well, it’s not every day your dear ol’ dad (damn, I’ve used that twice. Stop it!) runs into a nice lady who wants to get to know him.