Chapter 14

I felt Taeng getting out of bed at around 6 a.m. and joined her in the shower. We frolicked for a few minutes before she told me she had to hurry so she could get ready for her early class. I asked if she wanted breakfast, but she declined. I got her contact information and she indicated she would definitely like to see me again. I walked her to the elevator and as she got on I handed her some folded money. She took it and smiled.

I went back into the condo and headed for the kitchen with the idea of making some coffee. Suchin beat me to the punch and had a pot almost brewed. She was frying some eggs, and I could see bacon and fried potatoes on other parts of the stove. She smiled warmly at me. Nee, on the other hand, barely mumbled a greeting and gave me a hard look. I got up, walked over to the stove, turned off all of the burners and looked Suchin in the eye.

"Nee is your problem. She is not going to become my problem. If she cannot deal with me, or how I live my life, or who I choose to sleep with, it is your problem, not mine. I will not be given the cold shoulder in my own home. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Fix it. I will be in my office."

With that I turned, poured a cup of coffee and went into my den.

Suchin came in a few minutes later with my breakfast on a tray.

'I'm sorry, she said. I did not know my little sister was going to be such a problem. I've told her to stay in my room until you leave from Europe. I will deal with her when you are gone. I plan to show her the reality of living in Bangkok, and then bring her back up country. I hope that is acceptable."

"That is fine Suchin. If you need to stay there for a while to settle things with your family, let me know. Take as much time as you need. You have a job here as long as you want it."

'Thank you, sir. You have been very kind to me and I appreciate it."

She went back into the kitchen and I set about demolishing my breakfast.

I waited until mid-morning and confirmed Anong would be joining me for lunch. I told her Nee would not be joining us for lunch, and Anong asked for details. I explained how I had brought a companion home for the evening, and how Nee somehow took it personally. I describe the dirty looks she gave me this morning, and was more than a bit surprised when Anong explained Nee was probably jealous.

Anong went on to explain she was definitely young, definitely impressionable, and definitely trying express her adulthood, but inside was a scared little girl. Coming to Bangkok was one big step, but then looking up her big sister for help and guidance was the little girl coming back out. The fact I didn't get mad and throw her out, and I paid no attention to her sexually confused her. My ordering the deadbolt offended her, and bringing someone home really pissed her off.

"Frankly, Gunner, the best thing you could do right now is to fuck her until her eyes are crossed."

"Anong!"

"I'm serious. I'll bet she squeals like a pig until she realized what is about to happen, and then spreads her legs so fast she'll amaze you."

"Anong!"

"Just one thing, though, be sure to wear a condom. There is no way she is on birth control."

"Anong, you are telling me I should go caveman by going into the other room, dragging her into my bedroom and having my way with her?"

"Exactly."

{Sir may I interrupt?}

[Of course, Gandalf.]

{I thought it might be of interest once I realized the human you call Nee was taking up residence in the condo I opened wagering on her, much like the bet we had with the human you call Rom. If you really, you did not have carnal relations with her. The betting on whether or not you will have relations with Nee is almost straining our capacity. It is by far and away the largest single betting proposition we have run.}

"Oh, God," I groaned.

"Is something wrong Gunner," Anong asked.

"No, no, I'm just stunned by what you are telling me. What makes you think I would even consider what you are suggesting? I've always been respectful to Rom and yourself. I suspect Suchin shared our history, but I would never take someone against their will."

"That is just it, Gunner. You wouldn't be taking her against her will, you'd be fulfilling her will. Suchin and I both know Nee wants you."

"Sorry, I just don't buy it."

"Well, at least think about it."

"Not a lot to think about from my perspective. See you at lunch."

We broke off our call.

I sat there and thought for a few minutes, then wandered out to the kitchen to get myself something cold to drink. Thinking makes me thirsty. Suchin looked up from her work, smiled, and said "I agree with Anong. It is the best way to resolve the problem."

I just stared at her. How did she know what Anong and I discussed? Had she listened in on our call? No, was not possible as I used my Blackberry. These girls complain about Farang magic, when they have a communications network that would put the NSA to shame. Damn!

I got my drink, asked Suchin to let me know when Anong arrived, told her the kitchen smelled delicious, and headed back to my home office to avoid the stress.

{Sir, I have some good news for you. I have located a G-550 for you that is three years old, has a little more than five hundred hours total time, and less than a hundred and fifty cycles. It was purchased for executive use by one of the U.S. automakers, and they have been quietly trying to sell it ever since Obama decided automaker executives who flew in private jets were enemies of the people and should be burned at the stake. You'll have to explain U.S. politics to me some time, as his election defies all logic.}

[Gandalf, it defies my logic as well. He won simply because the Republican party nominated someone who was not trustworthy and therefore unelectable. Great news on the jet, though. Where is it and when can I take possession?]

<The jet is being flown to Savannah, Georgia using a temporary registration Gulfstream maintains. Gulfstream technically bought it, and we take ownership from Gulfstream once it lands in Georgia, but by doing so we can use the gulfstream registration and the members of the U.S. media and some group called move on dot org who watch the internet for aircraft movements will not see a jet belonging to a U.S. automaker move. Gulfstream will go through it, certify it, reassign the warranties, and paint on our Thai aircraft registration. We grabbed HS-FAE, which until last October belonged to a Kitfox Safari tail-dragger that flew out of Klang Dong until it was written off earlier this year. It should be available for pick up near the end of your Europe trip.>

[Perfect, just perfect, and I love the registration. I can't wait until you tell the guys at First Alien Enterprises – especially that smug bastard QT. I'd like to give him an anal probe. So the plan is to have us go from Europe to Savannah to pick up the jet, then we get to ferry it back here, possibly with a few interesting stops along the way. I like it!]

{Your pilot's licenses will be delivered to you while you are in Europe. We're waiting until we roll back Jerry's age in order to get a good photograph. Your paperwork will be perfect before you get to Georgia.}

[Excellent work Gandalf. Is there anything I need to do?]

{Yes, you should have sexual relations with the human girl you call Nee.}

[Not you too, Gandalf!]

{Well, you did ask.}

[I'll never trust an AI again.]

I concentrated on looking at the gaming figures on my laptop, and made the mistake of checking the size of the wagering pool on Nee. It was enormous, and it was more complex than just a simple yes/no proposition. Gandalf had combined the concept of the time to penetration bets with the wagering on Nee, so the Aliens who wagered, had timelines associated with both the yes and no bets.

They worked something like this:

Yes – 3 days

Yes – 4-7 days

Yes – 8-14 days

Yes – 15-21 days

Yes – 22-28 days

Yes – 29-35 days

No

There were all sorts of complicated rules associated with the best, mostly to sort of things like time of day/night, what constituted the sex act (penetration and ejaculation) and other strange stuff, such as the fact I had to be awake at the time of penetration or the act didn't count. Sounds to me like the Aliens had lawyers on their hands. Guess they aren't so advanced after all. I mean if they were as smart as they claimed to be, they would have gotten rid of the lawyer problem ages ago. That got me to thinking.