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     One evening Yv’e and I were making love in the hot tub - when she started to giggle – freezing me in mid-stroke. 

     “Am I doing s-something wrong”?  I asked, as Mr. Meat Puppet began to go limp.

     “Oh, God no,” Yv’e replied.  “All this warm water reminded me of the night we had sex in the surf at Pattaya.”

     “Hell!  I’d f-forgotten all about that.  I honestly thought we were being a-arrested!” I exclaimed.  And the more I remembered that long ago event, the more I smiled, and then commenced to laugh.  Yv’e laughed.  I laughed harder.  And, as both our wet abdominal muscles mutually flexed against one another, Mr. Meat Puppet came back to life from her vagina rhythmically clenching him!

     What we were remembering, dear reader, took place in 1983.  Yv’e was based in Bangkok, and when I operated a trip there, we hooked up and took the two-hour bus ride down to Pattaya on the coast. 

     One night we wound up, balling our brains out at a secluded spot in the warm surf, well away from our beachfront hotel.  It was quite dark that night - no moon or stars – without a solitary light on that empty beach.  I was facing the surf line, with my back to the sea, as Yv’e, buoyed by the chest-deep saltwater, straddled and rode me.  All of a sudden the sea was lit up by a brilliant, white light - issuing from behind me!  The Thais don’t even allow topless sunbathing on their beaches, let alone two naked people screwing.  Hence, I reasoned this floodlight meant the Thai Marine Police had somehow detected us!

     I froze and blurted out, “C-Can we outrun them?”

     Puzzled, Yv’e asked, “Outrun who?”

     “The Thai cops, dammit!” I exclaimed.

     Yv’e responded by laughing, making me think her brain had snapped.

     Finally, she said, “Turn around and take a look.”

     I did...and discovered a fucking cuttlefish boat!  A boat that has long bamboo poles sticking out both sides, with naked light bulbs strung out all along these poles, producing a monumental amount of light.  Apparently the light draws the cuttlefish.  Usually these boats operate at some distance offshore – resembling distant, beautifully-lit butterflies on black velvet.  Just my luck, this one was barely 100 yards offshore.

     Back in Vegas, after we finished our sexual escapade in the hot tub at the Country Club Towers, while drying off with bath towels, out of the blue, Yvonne asked, “Pete...did you ever get down to Phuket?”

     Now it was my turn to play the ignorance card, “W-What’s a Phuket?”

     “It’s the most beautiful, tropical island in Thailand,” she replied, “far cleaner and more natural than Pattaya ever was.  You’ve really got to check it out.”

     It’s odd, dear reader, how Yv’e’s casual observation would literally impact my life - drastically changing its direction forever.

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