It wasn’t much of the party, though. The exhaustion from the previous night party showed. The royal guests, the family and the servants had dark rings around their eyes. It was an event of a few wine cups and sandwiches before the guests left in the cars towards the airport. One could hear the collective…
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Writers’ Journal #186 – Fried Potato – 70
The whole beach at the villa was a non-event as far as Georgia was concerned. Everything went downhill after Hoshi had returned after changing to the beach wear. George sulked the entire time and refused to get a dip into the ocean. The two sisters went back into the villa after a few minutes under…
Writers’ Journal #185 – Fried Potato – 69
By the time Malee reached the main lobby, she could see there were a few cars waiting for them with Sophie and Hoshi standing by to open the door. As Malee came out of the door, both bowed towards her, stopping Malee in her track. Perhaps they could have mistaken for their mistresses, she wondered….
Writers’ Journal #184 – Fried Potato – 68
Malee returned to the dining room where the family and the guests were arriving one by one and taking their respective seats. The arrays of dishes soon followed them from the kitchen, comprising local favorites and dishes that Malee had never seen before, along with the various drinks. Georgia handed over several of the dishes…
Writers’ Journal #183 – Fried Potato – 67
“Wake up.” Malee wondered why would she need to wake up even before she could fall asleep. She felt her body shaking from being pushed and saw Mary from the corner of her half-opened eye. “Wake up, Malee. Its morning. I brought 3 new dresses for you. Meet me in the dining room.” said Mary…
Writers’ Journal #181 – Fried Potato – 65
Malee followed along out of the room to the kitchen where there were rows of dishes being placed on the table with new plates brought in by people Malee had never seen before. They must be from the shop that she had heard earlier, Malee thought. Mary sat at on the chair beside the table,…
Writers’ Journal #175 – Fried Potato – 59
For a moment, Malee thought George was staring at her as he stopped in the middle of the room, trying to stop his body from getting close to the girls in the tub. Instinctively, both the girls covered themselves with their hands. Then Georgia grabbed the same sponge that Malee was using to wash her…
Writers’ Journal #174 – Fried Potato – 58
Malee had seen Georgia’s near nude body on the beach, but not that close. Her back was smooth, unblemished, pure white with visible tanned lines around her underwears. Malee couldn’t help staring at the carefully crafted back in admiration. “You will not stand there and stare at my back forever, are you?” said Georgia. She…
Writers’ Journal #172 – Fried Potato – 56
“Don’t leave me.” George repeated. Malee wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew George well enough within a short time they had met that he wasn’t “all right” at all. She sat back on the bed again and wondered what to say next. “Is there anything I can do?” asked Malee. If there was…
Writers’ Journal #171 – Fried Potato – 55
Mary was already in the room with Georgia when Malee knocked on the door and pushed down the handle bar. She saw Mary and Georgia having another round of discussion, must have been an important one, for they didn’t even looked at the door to see who was coming in. Malee closed the door quietly…