Tariq wanted to continue, hopefully to find a way to leave his post.“How’s Khozem?” he asked.“Just fine. He knows you’re arriving today.”�...��I wonder if he has kept up on current events instead of getting bogged down in study all the time.”Tariq unpacked the light items of kurtas, pants, and handkerchiefs. His collection of skull caps were tightly run over metal bowls to keep their shape. He delved into a bag loaded with books in Arabic: The Hadith and the Sunnah and an unabridged Qu’ran along. It was somewhat disconcerting, but as long as she humped her ass up high and didn’t shout too loud, it was all right with me because she had the tightest rear door channel I had ever had the pleasure to navigate and that’s the gospel truth.My kinky Kate was beginning to go into one of her low periods. It was a time when she started drinking a lot faster and looking for strange cock in dangerous places. The last time she got into one of those down and dirty spells, she had gotten two black eyes. B3,000 was her fee as well. For the adventure I figured that was about right.Back home I was in Facebook and this Ladyboy bar was posting pictures. One photo caught my attention. Her name was “J” and she looked very attractive. I made a note to catch up with her if she was still around when I went back to Bangkok. Five months later I sent her a message and arranged to meet at the bar, which was in Soi Nana, further up the road from the Plaza. Her photo in Facebook was nice but didn’t do her. .."+ + +"You're sure you can open that door?" I asked Weird about half an hour later."No problem, Cap," he answered. "I caught their signal when they opened the door earlier. Standard low-level encryption; I can have it opening by the time you get to it." Let me get right up next to it before you do," I told him. "Okay kids, its showtime!"I worked my way off the roof from the opposite side away from the guards and moved around until I was just around the corner. Top was right: This was without.