"Where you want me to."
"Where I want you to?"
"Yes."
Helping him off with his clothes after the tea was drunk there was a kiss and a reciprocal denuding--he was being set up as nothing was this easy, but he did not care. "All for you,"
he imagined the Laotian saying to him as he noticed her lower body slightly distended. Still, he did not care for he needed a release. Feeling the body, entering it, ravaging it, he groped for the end of impermanence and acquisition of human flesh, and for family to cover his nakedness.