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Arthit was the first boy I took home from the Flames. He was a Thai with long dark hair and a sylph-like body. He had slim hips and pert little breasts with remarkable aureola. The night I met her, she had closed down the Machine and was sitting alone in the crowd at the Flames. She flicked back her long black hair and smiled encouragingly at me. I made a cocktail appear at her table. Arthit looked up and blew me a crimson kiss. Later, consumed by booze and bravado, I wandered over and told her she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
It was a lie, of course, but we both knew it and she took me by the hand and we caught a pedal cab back to my apartment off Soi 4 on Sukhamvit Road.
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