In this act a few minutes ago-maybe a few hours ago-- there was a
yearning for this violation. The abuse was aggravated by too much
alcohol consumption but it wasn't entirely unwanted. Being a creature
of habit and addiction, Jatupon yearned for his brother-only his
brother-since he vaguely felt that sexual experiences with two people
are totally unique and the physiological and emotional feelings his
brother induced could not be duplicated by any other person. The
madness of wishing to be overtaken, however, was confuted by painful
sodomized lances and an ejaculation of the one who did his stress
workout within him. In other experiences like this one Jatuporn, as
they call him, always masturbated to allow the desire to peel back like
a tide but this time his highest hopes were limp like a noodle. He is
opening the door. He is glancing at himself to make sure that he isn't
wearing his underwear outside of his pants. Now he is outside as
insentient as a fleeing animal after it has been attacked. Here he is
feeling better in the open air. He is returning.
Jatupon reentered the room. For the first time, since awakening,
he noticed that Suthep had not returned. He had not come "home"-whatever that w
ord meant. Jatupon scavenged the pockets of his
brother's pants that were wadded in the corner near Kazem's sleeping
head. In it was money and a sheet of paper. He put it all in his
pockets. He got on the first bus he could and paid the ticket salesman.
The idea crossed his mind that being a coin collector on a city bus was
not anyone's best choice. It would be much better to be one of the few
men who jumped onto the piers or docks to tie the city boats. Such a
Bangkok Metropolitan Authority would give three brief whistles so the
boat driver would give a backward thrust as he tied it down for the
customers to enter or depart. He could picture himself whistling once,
untying the boat he was assigned to, and jumping onboard at the last
possible second. The second mosquito spread out its wings and