The White Flamingo by James A. Newman Read Free Book Online Page B

you bitches anymoreThis is bad.. The girls are just trying to make a dollar.. The cops here can be absolute cunts.. And ever since the Russians have moved into Pattaya.. They have been treating the girls worse and worse.. Its like, we have the Russians now.. We dont need you bitches anymore.. And had their id's checked.. This is bad.. The girls are just trying to make a dollar.. The cops here can be absolute cunts.. And ever since the Russians have moved into Pattaya.. They have been treating the girls worse and worse.. Its like, we have the Russians now.. We dont need you bitches anymore :(.. And had their id's checked.. This is bad.. The girls are just trying to make a dollar.. The cops here can be absolute cunts.. And ever since the Russians have moved into Pattaya.. They have been treating the girls worse and worse.. Its like, we have the Russians now.. We dont need you bitches anymore She worked just over there,” the bald-headed man said, pointing to a Chinese laundry across the street. “She was there all hours God sent, I kid you not. She slept at her Aunt's salon nearby. A nice country woman in her mid-thirties, the aunt was. Spoke better English than she did. Tammy spoke hardly any English at all, just down from the countryside. A good girl, you know what I mean, Tammy. At least at first,” Bryan’s line of vision fell across the street.
    “What changed her?”
    “This place, I guess.” Bryan took a drink from a bottle with a green and gold label with the image of two elephants head butting each other. “I used to get me togs all cleaned by her. I’d stop and ‘ave a chat like. Her English wasn’t great, so I’d teach a little bit bilingually, like. Over the next few months, we got on really well. With help from the Aunt and myself, Tammy started to learn English. I learned she was from a small town up country. She’d worked in factories, had one son and an elderly mother and father, neither of whom can work. There’s one drunken brother whose son she also takes care of.”
    Hale stopped him. “You believe this story. This story about the drunken brother and the son? And the auntie? I mean, you really believe it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, carry on, with your story.”
    “Her mother fell ill and she had to go back home to help out.”
    “Did the brother go too?” Hale asked with a grin.
    “I don’t know. I never met the brother. She said he was a bad man, but what could she do? Same family. We kept in touch. About a month later, I had to go to the capital, get a new visa. I used to phone her from back home, like. I came back like and I ‘ad a phone call, like from Tammy, asking me to go to see her like in the bar she had started working at, like. She wanted to show me off as her English friend. She was so pleased when I turned up. Such a small bar. Loud pumping music, blacked out windows, a couple of poles for the dancing girls like. It was a sad day to see her working in a place like that but she needed to work to keep the son, her brother's son, and to help her parents, like. The laundry Tammy worked at before had closed, like. Her friend had told her of this bar and asked her down to work in it, like.
    “ She knows I am currently single, like, and also that I really do fancy her. Tammy told me she wants us be in a relationship, like. As the talking went on and on, I told her she would have to leave the bar because I don’t go with lady work bar, like. Then the talk turned to her friends who have Foreigners that give them money every month and take care of everything, and that I should give her five hundred dollars a month. I refused. She dropped the amount to three dollars a month. I refused that too. I told her I do not want to buy her every month, like.
    “ Then, this woman who had, six months earlier, been shy and working in the laundry shop, started shouting. She started calling me names next. Called me a '’fucking man’, and some other choice words.”
    “Then what