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10 November 2008 :: 01:11:15 am 6866

Double Standards

Her perfectly done face filled the television screen. Sumalee tanadol, the host of a popular Surapon Cable TV. show that was about to go national. She was beautiful with shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a body that still filled my fantasies even after nearly ten years of marriage. Now I was out of her life and she was divorcing me.
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Never mind she was a two-bit waitress when I found her. At that time I was an up and coming Farang screenwriter and since she and I hit it off I introduced her to some people. I loved her at first sight and would have done anything in the world for her. She became a local star while my career went nowhere.

“That’s your wife, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” I told the cute little Noi hooker. “How’d you know that?”

“I saw you both on television,” she said. Her hand rubbed my balls gently. “It’s too bad things are so bad.”

“Just get back to work,” I barked. The hooker took my anger back into her mouth and I stared at the screen in the hotel room. Things were bad. The divorce was public because I felt she should pay me some alimony. Hell, I helped her get started. She is successful due to my help.

If roles were reversed and I was the big star, there would be no question that I’d have to pay her because she’s a woman. Yet, since I’m a man, she actually gets away with public comments such as “Why can’t he get a job?” Oh I could just hear the uproar if I said that about her if she was down on her luck and I was the local Pattaya TV star.

“Damn double standard,” I said. “Well baby, I’m going to win this.”

“What did you say, honey?”

“Oh Christ, get on your hands and knees.”

While I enjoyed the little hooker, I watched the rest of my wife’s show. The longer I looked at her, the harder my thrusts became. When I was finished, I climbed off the bed and headed for the shower.

“Thanks, baby. The money is on the dresser. Get lost.”

The water felt wonderful. Hot water after hot sex was the best stress reliever. I was going to get my fair share of money from Sumalee and then I would be able to have a good time. Women. Travel. With no hassles, maybe I’d finally feel ready to write something good. The air grew a bit cold as I saw the bathroom door open and through the blurry door I could see the hooker dressed in her little black outfit.

“Did you find the money? It was right there.”

“I got it, honey,” she said cheerfully. “I wanted to say it was fun and maybe leave my card if you ever want to get together again, or you know where to find me. I’m sorry about your divorce troubles.”

“Yeah, thanks. Maybe I should have her killed. I think I’m still on her insurance.” No way could I ever do that. I still loved her. But I fantasized about it all the time. “Think I should hire a guy to kill her, baby?” I started to laugh.

“Now that’s a double standard,” the hooker giggled. “Why must it be a guy?”

“You’re funny, my sexy kitten,” I said through the door. “Who the hell would hire a woman to kill somebody?”

The shower door opened and the hooker was smiling. “Your wife.”

Two silenced shots and the story ended.

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