A pink lock pick remained on the table.

“Ah, that’s it!” I rubbed my burning cheek. “Poor Bob! He thought he fucked a cool chick, but actually she fucked him.”

I put the device in my pocket and headed for the exit. The girl didn’t go anywhere, she stood on the porch and sniffed her nose. “I think this is yours.”

I returned the mediator to her and wanted to go home before the storm – it was stuffy, the clouds were gathering over the sea and the lightning was flashing.

But then a black jeep drove into the courtyard and the same people who had been in the unfinished temple got out. One of them, looking like baboon, pinched the dancer’s buttocks as he passed. She giggled and stepped aside. The men in black disappeared behind the door, and when they reappeared, the “baboon” was holding an aluminum briefcase. This time he didn’t even look our way.

“Do you know them?” I asked as soon as the jeep was around the corner.

“Yes, I do,” she said reluctantly.

“Who are they?”

“What do you care?”

The conversation didn’t go well. The girl was obviously still mad at me.

“Listen, I apologize for being rude,” I said in a feeble attempt at reconciliation. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Yeah,” she replied, not looking up. “I know.”

“Vikenty,” I held out my hand. “You can just call me Vik.”

“Irene,” her palm was hard and hot. For some reason I didn’t want to let go of it.

“Why don’t we go for a walk?” I suggested. “My bungalow is not far from here.”

She raised an eyebrow in surprise and suddenly agreed, which startled me a little; but I couldn’t back down, the girl was really nice! She had big gray eyes were full of cheerful curiosity, a bob haircut, a slightly upturned nose, and dimples on her cheeks. If it weren’t for her tidy breasts sticking out under her tight t-shirt, she could have been mistaken for a cute teenager.

At the “Sands”, everyone was asleep. Only the British neighbor’s window was lit, and a lone fire burned on the beach. Who could it be at such a late hour?

Leaving Irene at the entrance, I went to find out what was going on. By the fire, an unknown fat man, who called himself Hans was drinking beer. Sipping from his bottle, he complained that he had lost his keys on the beach and asked if I would let him stay in my room for the night. I said no, I wouldn’t, I had a girl with me, and there was only one bed in the room.

The fat man snorted angrily and for some reason started complaining to me about the laws in his native Bavaria, where he would have been fined for such a bonfire a long time ago, but Thais do not care about anything. Not that it makes him sad; on the contrary, he even likes it.

It was clear that the Bavarian wanted to talk, but he didn’t want to share his beer with me. I would have refused anyway, but stingy Hans didn’t know that and was sweating profusely, looking for something to talk about. “So you won’t let me in?” he asked again. “I could give you a relaxing massage...

”Brilliant! That is the last thing I need!

“Bye!” I replied dryly, letting him know that this trick would not work on me. I’m already sick of sex-crazed midnighters! The British were still living the vampire lifestyle, sleeping in during the day and then playing poker and making love until morning.

I unlocked the front door and listened: the bed didn’t creak as usual – thanks for that at least. The creaking had already triggered a conditioned reflex in me, but I didn’t want to drag my guest into bed right away, she’d think we men were all the same. I’m not.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Irene called me. Where? She said it as if there were ten rooms and she was afraid of getting lost! “There,” I nodded at the bathroom door and took a clean towel from the nail.

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While she washed herself, squealing under the cold shower, I fought sleep and myself. I shouldn’t have invited her. I had neither the energy nor the desire to sleep with her, but I was sure she would seduce me. Why do I always get into trouble?

Irene came out of the shower naked, quickly turned off the light, and ducked under the mosquito net. But even in the dim light I could see that she had a great body, so I undressed and lay down next to her. She was lying quietly on her back. I waited anxiously for her hand to slip under my blanket. But Irene didn’t seem to tempt me. She said goodnight and turned to her side. I breathed a sigh of relief, but after a second I felt uneasy. She hadn’t come here to sleep, had she?

I wanted to turn her roughly against me, to pile on top of her, to crucify her to prove that I was no worse than anyone else – how many men had this slutty girl had?

“Easy, easy,” I said to myself. “It seems you wanted to sleep, so sleep, don’t think about her.”

But I was not to sleep that night. A familiar creaking sound came behind the wall, then music blared from the loudspeakers, and, as if in unison, thunder rumbled – a thunderstorm was beginning.

“What’s that?” Irene turned around in fear.

“Neighbors...”

The first raindrops rustled on the roof; the bed creaked harder and more rhythmically.

And then Hans appeared…

The Bavarian, who had been drinking heavily by this time, did not tolerate the disturbance.

He knocked on the British couple’s door, urging them to be quite, but they did not respond to his shouts – most likely they simply could not hear him because of the music and raging elements outside the window. Hans rushed to the front desk, dragged a sleepy Lydia out into the rain, and demanded that the hooligans be restrained.

Not knowing what was going on, the hostess of the “Sands” went up to the porch and knocked gently three times. The music stopped, but no one answered. Then the angry Bavarian pushed the lady aside and began kicking at the door. Lydia tried to calm him down, assuring him that she would talk to the guests in the morning, but the fat man wouldn’t even listen to her.

Finally, after half an hour, he calmed down, but the thought of retaliation must have been in his drunken head. After a short rest, Hans began with renewed vigor to break down the door my neighbors had barricaded.

Now the fat man insisted that Lydia evict the tenants immediately. He shouted that he didn’t care where they could go in the pouring rain at night. I’m surprised he didn’t set fire to the house of his enemies – a little more and he would have starter World War III.

The neighbors had long since gone to bed, but the Bavarian was still raging.

Suddenly my guest, who had been silent all the time, jumped up, wrapped herself in a towel, and rushed to the front door. Ignoring the shaking house and water pouring from the palm roof, she shouted something to Hans, who was instantly silenced.

“What did you say to him? I asked when Irene, soaked to the skin, was back in bed.

“I told him to shut up and get the hell out.”

“And he left?” “Yes, he left.”

“Hmm, this is strange. Lydia’s warnings didn’t have much effect on him.”

“Do you want to know the truth?” Irene’s eyes twinkled mischievously and she pushed her wet hair away from her forehead, “I offered this Bavarian sausage a threesome, but he, such a fool, got scared.”

“You’re kidding me now, right?”

“Do you want me?” She threw back the blanket, revealing a lithe, slender body, and as I stared at her, she loomed over me like a panther – so fearless and attractive...

“What makes you think that?” I barely averted my eyes.

“Is that a yes or a no? An hour ago you wanted to prove something to me, didn’t you?”

Damn it! Can that redheaded witch really read my mind?

“Are you afraid that you won’t have the strength to make love with me? Don’t worry; I’ll share it with you. It’ll be great!”

“Irene,” I gently pull her away from me. “It’s late; I’m tired, let’s go to sleep.”

“Well, at least that’s fair,” she leaned back regretfully. “I really like you very much, Vik.”

“As much as Bob and all the other men, huh?” I wanted to tease her, but I didn’t.

Although, the way the kitty snorted, she seemed to hear me.

To be continued