first."
If only good things beget good things and bad things beget bad
things then, thought Jatupon, there would be divine order. Then, the
invisible presence of God or the forces that be would not matter. Dead
or bored as God might be, still the laws of the land would have been
laid out like that of a deceased founder of a company. The principles
of Buddhism would be in place and operative. But such was not the
case. Kazem was not a devil and he, Jatupon, was not a saint. He
loved having Kazem's tongue enter his anus prior to his entrance. This
"priming up" was a pleasure that he was addicted to have. Wasn't his
resentment of his brother this evening more from the fact that such
pleasure had not been given to him throughout the day? Wouldn't it
have been lovely if he had been made into a sexual slave 24 hours a
day, totally free from logic? Somehow, he felt that the mosquito would
agree on this point.

The politician, judging aptly that a deposit of 20,000 baht would
be like asking a pack of dogs to put the chicken in the refrigerator,
had one of his aides escort the boys to Chatochok Market which had
almost everything for their business (woks, burners, gas canisters, ice
coolers, utensils, glass vegetable shelves, carts, oil, noodles,
cabbages, bean sprouts, tomatoes, meat, cucumbers, and rice). It was
one of the world's largest outdoor markets and Thais always gloated
that everything in the world could be obtained there. The purchases
were made in double since the senator believed that they needed more
than one joint livelihood and a hungry pack with meager resources
forced into the same struggle for sustenance would foster acrimony. He
hadn't exactly thought that they would be jumping onto the same prey
viciously. He didn't really have many thoughts about it. He hadn't
given this issue, or them, much thought apart from how to best unite