At first I didn’t care for a cure for herpes. It was February, the best time of the year for us teachers. The schools go on break for the hot season, and the teachers and students are set free for 2 months. I am sitting on my friend’s bed, reading one of her book that’s been exchanged way too much. Her name is Laura. She is American, vegetarian, skinny and short, and she has red hair. We have been working at the same school for 4 months now. She has become one of my dearest friends. She is putting on a newly bought dress and she tells me to look away. She looks cute in her new dress. I can’t help looking at her bare legs. I can almost see her underwear.
-I believe this dress is supposed to be worn with shorts, I tell her.
-You think so? she replies, spinning in front of the mirror.
Sam is singing in the shower. Sam is a teacher like us. He is English, meat-eating, averagely built and has brown hair. The three of us strive to the same thing tonight: to get drunk. Laura and I are leaving for the islands in the morning, while Sam has to get back to his town. This is our last night in Bangkok.
To be continued…
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