December, last day at the industrial all-inclusive in Egypt.
Everything was already over with the 35-year-old virgin Chinese woman (not that anything had ever actually started anyway).
Sen_saven went for his last swim… the Chinese woman went to take her last selfies… She had said she would meet him on the beach (she didn’t).
Anyway, after a while sen_saven returns to his room and sees missed calls…
“What do you want, woman?” he says.
“Oh, nothing… Do you want to go to such-and-such tourist trap? They say they have nice lobsters there…”
“Go by yourself,” he cuts her off. “I slept like crap with all this…”
“Alright,” she insists, “but since the taxi needs cash, do you maybe have something I can borrow?” (never to be returned, of course).
“Yeah, I found a twenty, let me take a shower to wash off the salt and you can come get it…”
But as soon as sen_saven comes out of the shower, he sees a message: she managed to get cash herself and they’ll talk later…
“Great,” thinks sen_saven, “saved the twenty, that’s something at least…”
Half a year later:
Sen_saven is looking for a massage place in the neighborhood. He calls, some Brock answers, they set a price and time, and at the end Brock randomly adds:
“Don’t worry, it’s the girl who does the massage, not me…”
A Chinese girl, as it turned out. Terrible massage (damn it, I still haven’t found a proper massage place in London). And halfway through comes the offer:
“You know, for twenty pounds more I can be dressed more lightly… it’s hot in here…”
“Now that we got to know each other” says sen_saven, “how about I give you a massage, so maybe you’ll learn how this damn Thai massage is supposed to be done?”
“Yeah, sure,” she replies.
So sen_saven ends up paying in order to give her a massage (whatever he remembered—he hadn’t had a proper Thai masseuse in years).
At the end, he gives her the legendary twenty and leaves…
Moral of the story:
If they set their eye on something, they’ll get it.
Don’t fool yourself (nor the twenty) that you’ve escaped…
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