Definition of Terms:

Pinay: Colloquial term for a female from the Philippines

Ajumma: Literally translates as “older lady” or “aunt”, in this case it is used to refer to an older lady that acts as a mnder for bargirls, similar to a Vietnamese “mamasan”. Also can be used as an insult to a younger woman.

Pekpek: Tagalog for pussy.

Asawa: Spouse, can mean either Husband or Wife.

Puta: Whore or slut, in either Spanish or Tagalog.

‘ville: Small town or village outside an American base overseas. Typically refers to those in Vietnam or South Korea, and usually consists of bars and restaurants.

Bargirl and/or juicy girl: girls, typically from the Philippines, typically hired to dance in a bar. The customers typically must buy them a small glass of expensive ($10) juice for the girl to sit and talk with them.

Lenora was pissed! Seriously pissed, with a capital “P”. Hot tempered to begin with, the 5ft, dark-haired Filipina strode angrily down the neon-lit streets of the ‘ville just outside Camp Humphreys, South Korea, her tight, rounded ass, clad in a form-fitting pair of sweatpants, swinging in circles of indignation as her shapely legs carried her down the sidewalk. Muttering dire implications as she checked her cell phone, the screen glowing softly in the not-quite-bright darkness of the street, she read the message from her friend again; “I just saw Martin making out with a juicy girl in Sevens! You need to get down here!”

“Martin”, she thought to herself, “has finally crossed my last line!” It was bad enough when she caught him in bed with the Russian cook from the restaurant down the street from their apartment. She had raged, and screamed, and thrown things, and she was pretty sure that the Russian blonde had required stitches after Leonora had opened her cheek with her fingernails. He had begged for forgiveness, promised to make it up to her ... all the lies that men who cheated told their wives. Martin knew that he had it good ... after all, a traditional Filipina is very much about her man ... or should that be, Her Man. Cooking, cleaning, ironing his clothes, dedicated to the family. That’s why it hurt so much, that he would just casually throw her away like that ... again. But to start up again with another Filipina! At least with the Russian, she could tell herself that he just wanted to sample something different ... a different flavor, if you will. She could salve her broken heart with that rationalization ... but to take up with some Pinay slut-whore bargirl!

Leonora checked her screen again, for what seemed the thousandth time, and stared at the picture that her friend had sent. There was Martin, sitting on a low couch, upholstered in red. A variety of drinks were scattered on the table, including several juice glasses. (That little detail just made her more angry ... that he would pay the equivalent of $10 American for a girl to sit with him for the length of time it took her to drink a tiny 6oz glass of juice) Sitting on his lap was a petite Filipina, somewhat smaller than Leonora’s 5ft frame. He had one hand on the outside of her thigh, disappearing up under the very short schoolgirl skirt that she was barely wearing, and the other hand inside her top, which had all but the bottom button undone. The girl (to Lenora, she looked barely 18) was nibbling on his ear, and it looked as if one of her hands was below the level of the table, right about where his fly would be.

“GRRRR!!!” She growled in frustrated anger. “I am going to drag him home and give him a piece of my mind, then kick his ass out!” Lenora swore to herself as she entered the bar. Thumping club music filled the air, the bass beat almost heavy enough to feel in your chest. Dim lights illuminated several tables, leaving the seats around them somewhat in the shadows. A lone girl danced on the brightly lit stage, swaying back and forth, occasionally swinging around the pole that was bolted to the stage. Several Soldiers sat by the edge of the stage, catcalling and waiving 1000W (won) notes at the girl. She smiled shyly as the Soldiers, giving her modest rack a shake under her bikini top. Behind the bar, an older Korean woman served drinks, and another, slightly older, kept watch on the whole scene. Leonora scanned the bar but did not see her husband. She did, however, see a girl in a schoolgirl outfit, sitting at a booth with several other girls in various types of scanty dress, all of them texting on their cell phones.