Green IslandTravelling Noir - Part 3
October 27th 2008 05:58
Like dog stays with master that kicks him
That dirty pig is gone. He deserved it. He made me suffer with always staying in cheap places and no extra money to have fun; and him never leaving me alone, constantly pawing me. From the first day I see his greedy eyes taking not so secret enjoyment of my body. The pig never gave up. He followed he everywhere in Tibet. Still he was useful for a while – we shared costs, he was good at finding cheap tickets and rooms; also good at saving his lousy little money to take me on holiday. He was a stupid little man. Just look at me. I’m fucking gorgeous. He really believes gorgeous Japanese woman could love his big nose and smelly scrawny body. I was nearly sick when I had to sleep near him in Tibet. He was so pathetic he wanted me to use him. So why not? Tease foolish foreigner until he’s no longer useful then leave dirty pig. Well that was plan until fucking big disaster happen. Horrible nightmare in Jaipur. They made me heroin addict and I think they are going to rape me. And pathetic dirty pig does nothing. And then he says, “We don’t have any money to give you.” The fuck wants us to die or what? I can only think to give him encouragement by making crazy promise to him. He wants me so I say you save me and you can have me for 10 years. Ha ha. It was a good joke and the fool believed; and better still, he did save me even if it was by little pathetic man way. He sicked over bank teller and started a big scene and police came. They soon believed our story as this was not the first time things like that happened in Jaipur. In fact, they paid for nice hotel for us while they organized medical evacuation.
After 2 months in a Tokyo drug re-hab clinic we recovered from the heroin addiction. I’m stronger than this sleepy drug. Naturally that animal, he moaned all the time as if he was the only one suffering. He made me feel like his fucking mother or something. Always so selfish. Thinking about himself as usual.
Before he was no job loser in England, then teacher in dirty Chinese city with hang up about work mate. And then I meet the loser on bus to Lhasa. I had just robbed some fat German tourist. It was so easy. I told him I was locked out of my room and didn’t want to wake up my room mate, so could I sleep on his floor. He was more gentleman than John who slept in same bed. German man gave me bed and he slept on his coat. I waited until he was snoring and then found his money and left early morning. It was so simple. And then next day I meet another willing victim. It seemed being Japanese woman was magnet for dumb men. Having big eyes and big tits and little arse makes foreign men willing slaves. Only my plan went wrong in Jaipur. I made a promise.
damn fuck he never stop pestering
I couldn’t think what else to do.
So I spent 10 years trying to find way to escape foolish John; but damn fuck he never stopped pestering and I became Mrs. Barrow. ‘Barrow’ it’s holder for shit, yes?
He’s so pathetic I nearly feel sorry for him. Well not so sorry that I didn’t cheat on him many times. It was easy for me to find handsome boys to fuck me in their cars, in toilets, on trains, on park benches, even in airplanes. And all the time John thinks I’m typical good Japanese wife. I hate him and want to get revenge but I cannot divorce him because of money. He made a big life insurance. If he dies and I’m still Mrs. Barrow I become rich widow. If we divorced then I get nothing. Most clever thing John did. This one thing really hurt me. I waited 10 long boring years. For 10 years I stayed with weak pig fuck with bad breath before I found chance to stick pig in gut. He had funny look on his face. The pig still loved me after I cut him. Like dog stays with master that kicks him. So pathetic he deserves his punishment. Maybe he’s dead now.
Bogota at night
So I wait here in a Bogotá hotel and see if everything’s ok then if I hear he is dead I will go back to Japan and pick up insurance money. Many million yen for Takako. Payment for 10 boring years of pig touching me. If the pig lives I’ll find a rich American and use him.
Until then I will stay in this nice hotel with clean sheets, air-con, satellite TV and room service. It’s near the centre. At night time many boys with strong bodies and beautiful eyes come and go in the bars. They are poor and want easy tourist money. So easy just buy a few drinks. Join in. Listen to stupid singing and pay 10 dollars and get big bag of coke. Best quality blow. Then go back to my room with nice boy and he fuck me good. No sad pig man fuck, but good young man fuck. One night many times. Bogotá is heaven and reward for being Mrs. Barrow. A few days of shopping and fucking and snorting number one quality and I’ll soon lose stink of being Mrs. Barrow. No more holding shit: now I’m free; and if the anemic pig dies I will be rich and single and free.
Three weeks later they caught me. I had taken a flight to Bogotá in Colombia with all the money I could find and some secret money I had been saving for this situation. They waited in my hotel lobby and when I went to the desk to get my room key they were standing behind me – policemen without uniforms and asked me if I was Senora John Barrow. I pretended I didn’t speak much English and then when that didn’t work I tried denying that I was Mrs. Barrow. Unfortunately, all they had to do was check my registration at the hotel. Of course I’m Mrs. Barrow because my passport said so. I kicked myself inwardly for having allowed John to persuade me to use his name for my new Japanese passport. And just to save a few thousand lousy yen.
for a few thousand lousy yen
At least they gave me clean accommodation while they interrogated me. There were English police as well; and a representative from the Japanese consulate. I must have become quite a star after my disappearance in Macha.
And then yesterday they told me he was dead. It seems that I had got his liver and even after surgery to implant new liver he couldn’t survive. His parents had gone to Bolivia to be with him. The consulate man told me this. So I bet it was his parents who made the police hunt for me. Yesterday changed everything. Before it was assault, now it’s murder. So much fuss for one Englishman.
They watch me closely. I’m sure they have hidden cameras and doctors who are assessing me. Now is the time for full concentration. I have only one way to escape. To persuade them I didn’t stab my husband. I wish I knew if he told anyone. I don’t think he even knew it was me. Surely with all that exciting violence happening around us at the time, nobody paid any attention to me sticking him. So I made a plan, I asked for a lie detector test. They have arranged it for tomorrow. All I have to do is beat the test and get a good lawyer and get that money. Then Takako you are free.
Then Takako you are free
The woman is a former Japanese AV Star called Natsuko Tohno.
The pictures of Bogota and film noir scene are from wikipedia.org under GNU free licensing agreement.
One characteristic of antisocial personality disorder is an over-weening hubris that believes it can beat a polygraph.
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