"Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here."Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here." His eyes were locked on Amanda and Cindy as they got out of the pool, "Yes, Jimmy-boy, I think there's every little thing a man could want - house, car, beer and two beautiful women. I think I'm ready to move in." "Well, Greg, you're my brother; the house and car are yours to use, but," I nodded at Amanda and Cindy, "the older one is married, and Cindy is a little too young for you." He looked at me over the top of the can, "Don't kid yourself, Mister Suburbia. In Bangkok, Cindy'd be too old, already, to bring in the big bucks. 'Course, with a body like hers - already havin' those big tits at her age - and that blonde hair, she could still bring in a small fortune, every night." "That's disgusting, Greg." "Jimmy-boy, don't knock it, till you try it." During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another - from war stories about the fights he'd been in, the medals he'd won, and the men he'd killed, to drinking contests, and even his sexual conquests. |