WARNING: some of you will find this final part disturbing.
I was out late on a week night because JJ – he of the ‘beautiful people’ –
had asked me to go with him to meet a friend who wanted to see me
urgently. The urgency was nothing more than to ask me to tutor his
daughter who was preparing for TOEFL. I was tempted to say yes
as he was offering good money but i told him politely i didn’t
As midnight approached i took my leave, i had to work next day
and JJ and his friend were bent on staying till the wee hours drinking.
I was lucky to catch the last #73; well, not so lucky as it turned out.
Five passengers and a driver in a hurry on a rattly bus. The rain was
coming down in buckets and the streets were deserted. The other four got
off after only a few stops and that left the driver and me and now that i was
the only paying victim remaining he went even faster than before.
Six or seven stops from my place he pulled up and said, ‘Go!’ I finish here,’
and opened the door for me. I was out on my ear. He swung the bus around
and headed the way we’d come.
I had to walk the rest of the way home and where he kicked me off was
a dark and dingy part of town. Nothing but rain and a sharp wind. I charged
forward. I had a goodly walk ahead and the best to do was to tackle it.
I’d gone a hundred yards when i saw a glint of metal and realised it was
the rear of a motorbike picked out by a watery street lamp. Something
told me stop and i did for a moment before proceeding with caution.
The tail of the bike was sticking out of the mouth of a soi and i recognised it
as a cop bike so two boys in brown and black boots couldn’t be far away,
perhaps relieving themselves in the soi. A soi can be wide enough for a truck
to pass or as narrow as an alleyway; this was an alley.
The last premises before the soi was an old hardware shop and i stood in its
doorway. The rain had eased and everything was quiet. Then i heard voices
in the soi, a man’s gruff voice and a lighter, thinner voice. The man sounded
as if he was giving orders; the lighter voice was a voice of feeble protest.
Since i could hear clearly enough the voices had to be close by, no more than
a few yards into the soi. And then i heard what sounded like slaps followed
by whimpering. I couldn’t resist, i had to take a look.
Two boys in brown and a small figure in a pale dress. One of the cops was
looking up the alley, on lookout duty, and at the same time was fully exposed
and playing with himself; the other had his back to me and was facing the wall
of the first building and between him and the wall was the small figure
kneeling. He was holding her head and pressing his crotch into it and slapping
her into submission. Her whimpers died away as she complied with his demands.
There was nothing i could do. My heart was racing and i feared for my safety.
If those boys saw me i could be in deep shit. I pulled back into the doorway and
tried to calm down. It was best to stay there till they left and the doorway was deep
and offered not only shelter but cover.
There was laughter and i couldn’t resist another peek. The boys in brown had
switched roles although the lookout this time wasn’t playing with himself,
he’d had his bit of fun. I melted back into the doorway.
A few minutes later there was more laughter and chat and the two boys came
to their bike, mounted and rode away.
I entered the soi. The small figure in the pale dress was slumped on the ground
as one who has had everything taken. She couldn’t have been more than thirteen
or fourteen. The only good thing was the rain had stopped completely.