"The third party of the true story of us."
I sensed my long wait was over. Our plan had been agreed; we would buy food then return to my apartment, for the first time. The shy, eighteen-year-old Asian student I had pursued for months and who referred to us...
"Part two of the true story of us."
A week after our that lust fuelled kiss in the temple grounds, May told me she had already planned to go to a river on the outskirts of Bangkok with her friends and invited me to join them. The thought...
"The first part of the true story of us."
When my employer invited me to relocate to Thailand, I wasted no chance in accepting and weeks later emerged from the familiarity of a British Airways airplane to the unfamiliar humidity of an Asian morning. Confusion swirled around me in...