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The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Twenty (The End) (fiction)
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dannye
Fri Dec 01 2000 at 5:02:58
Deck reclined in a
lime green
cabana
chair with just his toes in the water.
Paradise Island
in the
Bahamas
was so aptly named. He had two non-English speaking
escort
s on either side. One
might
be 18, but he didn't ask for
ID
. All he knew was that when he chased the
Red Stripe
Beer with the JTSBrown, it gave him a warm
glow
. About as warm as the feel of his hand on Biranca's
g-string
ed
bottom
. The girls were named Biranca and Consuela. He could remember their names by thinking of
breast
s for Biranca and. . . well,
something else
for Consuela, the younger of the two
consenting adult
s.
All he needed now was a
cell phone
in his pocket and the
CD
in his hotel suite. This would keep him
shitting in high cotton
for the rest of his normal life. Well, assuming his life had
ever
been
normal
.
Thinking it all over, Deck could only wonder if Kim Li was having as much fun back in the
joint
as he was here in
Paradise
. Perhaps the little Oriental boy had always had a hankering for a sweaty, beefed-up, black American
gangster
to bend him over a table and
just fuck him
. Maybe that was what all this had been about in the first place. Hell, the boy had been acting sort of
coy
in their one face-to-face meeting, oh-so-many words ago.
But as Deck took one last drag on an overused Lucky, he looked up at the sky, with the sun just going down over the most pristine horizon on earth, the golds and the slight purples tapering off to shades of orange and deep
magenta
s. He surveyed the brilliant blue of the water before him, watching the ripples lap on the manicured beach. He could even see the outline of the
full moon
just over his right shoulder. The slight form of that perfect orb made him reflect on all that had happened, and he looked right in the eyes of Biranca (the older of the two consenting adults) and spoke his heartfelt words of love prior to calling it an evening.
Spanish is a loving tongue
, but this was the only portion of the
Language of Love
which Deck had bothered to learn:
Esta noche, voy a necesitar el lubricante especial.
Back One
. . . / . . .
The Beginning
The Kim Li Diaries
The Kim Li Diaries: Chapter Nineteen
Playtime for Adults
G-string
Spanish Is a Loving Tongue
Japanese
Paradise Island Test
Latin, the language of love
Koala
The End
Red Stripe
Aphrodite