matters worse, so shutting up seemed the best thing to do.
A minute passed without Noi saying anything. She stared at Junior, as if trying to read his inner thoughts. Finally, she relaxed and said, "Maybe, you can wait in the car, while I go inside and talk to Nok. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good, IF you think it's OK," said Junior as he picked up Noi's feet and started massaging them again.
"I'll slip the doorman a hundred, so he can keep an eye on you," Noi said as she closed her eyes, relaxing, enjoying the foot massage.
A champion poker player, who was sitting at the final table, would have shown more emotion than Junior did at that moment. Inside, he was doing cartwheels at the thought
of being apart from his wife for even a few, precious minutes. But if the joy in his heart made its way to his face and Noi was to see it, then the perfect feet, which he was holding, might turn into the weapons of his own destruction.
The days between "the phone call" and the date of his temporary liberation, dragged on slower than a snail on Valium tm. Although it didn't seem possible, Junior was even more attentive to Noi's every whim than ever before. He knew the slightest mistake could cause Noi to change her fickle mind and renege on her scheduled web chat.
Riding in Noi's red, BMW convertible, Junior felt shell-shocked. Within the next five minutes, he would watch Noi get out of the car without him and enter her old hunting grounds (a.k.a. Club Swish). He was so used to being with Noi, twenty-four hours a day, that he was actually kind of scared to be away from her.
Noi parked the car precisely in front of Club Swish's door. She didn't worry about it being towed away because the club had an arrangement with the cops. Any car worth over forty thousand dollars was left alone. No tickets, no theft, no vandalism, Club Swish cars were safer than in a gold brick in Fort Knox.
"Are you sure, you'll be OK?" asked Noi as she placed her hand on Junior's knee.
"I'll be good," answered Junior with all the sincerity that he could muster. "I promise."
Noi rubbed her hands back and forth on his thigh, and said, "I know you will. You've become such a good husband."
She leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Now, if you have any problems, I want you to tell the doorman, and he'll come get me. You stay out of that nasty place, understand?"
"Oh, yes, I understand. I never want to make you mad at me, again."
"Good boy," said Noi as she got out of the car. She walked up to the muscled giant guarding the door.
Junior couldn't hear what was being said, since Noi had left the car's top up, windows up, engine on, and air conditioner on. She was being very animated with her hand gestures and pointing a lot toward the car and Junior. Noi handed the giant a hundred dollar bill and pointed her finger right in the doorman's face.
On a lark, Junior wondered which one would win in a fight. The doorman was easily over three hundred pounds and most of it muscle, but Noi had the quickness and fighting skills of trained assassin.... He'd definitely bet on Noi kicking the guy's ass in under a minute flat.
Since his terrible beating, Junior had witnessed all of Noi's workout routines. Some days she worked on staying incredibly limber. Her body could stretch and bend in ways only an expert yoga practitioner could. (During sex, she would often twist into pretzel-like positions.)
On more exhilarating days, Noi would practice her martial arts with Junior. Sometimes, she would command Junior to try to hit her. Reluctantly, he would swing at Noi, only to be assaulted by her hands and/or feet, several times before his single punch missed its target. Even though, Noi would hold back the power in her strikes, Junior still felt each hit.
Other times, Noi would use Junior as a human target. He'd remain perfectly still, while she threw countless blows within an inch of his face, testicles, and everywhere else. Her expertise was such that she could
A minute passed without Noi saying anything. She stared at Junior, as if trying to read his inner thoughts. Finally, she relaxed and said, "Maybe, you can wait in the car, while I go inside and talk to Nok. How does that sound?"
"It sounds good, IF you think it's OK," said Junior as he picked up Noi's feet and started massaging them again.
"I'll slip the doorman a hundred, so he can keep an eye on you," Noi said as she closed her eyes, relaxing, enjoying the foot massage.
A champion poker player, who was sitting at the final table, would have shown more emotion than Junior did at that moment. Inside, he was doing cartwheels at the thought
of being apart from his wife for even a few, precious minutes. But if the joy in his heart made its way to his face and Noi was to see it, then the perfect feet, which he was holding, might turn into the weapons of his own destruction.
The days between "the phone call" and the date of his temporary liberation, dragged on slower than a snail on Valium tm. Although it didn't seem possible, Junior was even more attentive to Noi's every whim than ever before. He knew the slightest mistake could cause Noi to change her fickle mind and renege on her scheduled web chat.
Riding in Noi's red, BMW convertible, Junior felt shell-shocked. Within the next five minutes, he would watch Noi get out of the car without him and enter her old hunting grounds (a.k.a. Club Swish). He was so used to being with Noi, twenty-four hours a day, that he was actually kind of scared to be away from her.
Noi parked the car precisely in front of Club Swish's door. She didn't worry about it being towed away because the club had an arrangement with the cops. Any car worth over forty thousand dollars was left alone. No tickets, no theft, no vandalism, Club Swish cars were safer than in a gold brick in Fort Knox.
"Are you sure, you'll be OK?" asked Noi as she placed her hand on Junior's knee.
"I'll be good," answered Junior with all the sincerity that he could muster. "I promise."
Noi rubbed her hands back and forth on his thigh, and said, "I know you will. You've become such a good husband."
She leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and said, "Now, if you have any problems, I want you to tell the doorman, and he'll come get me. You stay out of that nasty place, understand?"
"Oh, yes, I understand. I never want to make you mad at me, again."
"Good boy," said Noi as she got out of the car. She walked up to the muscled giant guarding the door.
Junior couldn't hear what was being said, since Noi had left the car's top up, windows up, engine on, and air conditioner on. She was being very animated with her hand gestures and pointing a lot toward the car and Junior. Noi handed the giant a hundred dollar bill and pointed her finger right in the doorman's face.
On a lark, Junior wondered which one would win in a fight. The doorman was easily over three hundred pounds and most of it muscle, but Noi had the quickness and fighting skills of trained assassin.... He'd definitely bet on Noi kicking the guy's ass in under a minute flat.
Since his terrible beating, Junior had witnessed all of Noi's workout routines. Some days she worked on staying incredibly limber. Her body could stretch and bend in ways only an expert yoga practitioner could. (During sex, she would often twist into pretzel-like positions.)
On more exhilarating days, Noi would practice her martial arts with Junior. Sometimes, she would command Junior to try to hit her. Reluctantly, he would swing at Noi, only to be assaulted by her hands and/or feet, several times before his single punch missed its target. Even though, Noi would hold back the power in her strikes, Junior still felt each hit.
Other times, Noi would use Junior as a human target. He'd remain perfectly still, while she threw countless blows within an inch of his face, testicles, and everywhere else. Her expertise was such that she could
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