Rit knew he wouldn’t get what he really
wanted from the Farang. Why had he gone
with the Farang, his first in months? He
must be out of practice not to have checked what the Farang liked. Why had he stayed a second night, when the
first night had not been what he wanted?
Maybe he just wanted to show the young, popular guys, or Rot, that he
still had it in him. Maybe he wanted to
brag about the five star luxuries.
He was about to go and wake the Farang, but
paused, then wandered back onto the balcony.
Who knew when he would enjoy this view again, if ever. It was Pattaya’s newest hotel. One night is this suite cost more than Rit
earned in a month. Rit thought about the
past years and the guys he had seen come and go at Diamond. Those that lasted a night in the bars, and
those like him who became fixtures.
There had been about ten boys who started
at Diamond Boys when it opened. That was
a good time. Some of them had hooked a
good life, and some no longer had a life.
He realised that if he didn’t count Rot, who didn’t count, as he was his
brother, he was the last of a long line.
And Rot had been away for two years in the Army. Sure, he still had half a dozen phone
numbers, but he didn’t keep touch with any of them. Maybe he should give them a call.
He reflected on the journey to get to this
point, a night in the Pattaya Hilton, when it had seemed more likely at times
that he would see some nights in the ‘Bangkok Hilton’. He knew plenty who had ended up there, or
some other monkeyhouse, for drugs or worse.
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