Leg Up

[Postie]

Nok waited for the bus back to Pattaya.

The sun shimmered off the sea of concrete

and

She shimmied oround in her best micro skirt and clicked her heels impatiently.

The bus arrived and the doors hissed open.

She helped the old Thai woman on with a smile and a few Ka's.

She stubbornly avoided eye contact with the farang man, as he gestured, you first.

Folding her magazine, she lifted her pointed toes towards the step.

The material was so tight round her bum cheeks,

she couldn't raise her knee high enough.

With an uncomfortable movement, she reached behind and loosened the zip.

The farang coughed an introduction.

Nok turned and glared through her Foster Grants.

The farang shrugged his shoulders and flashed a grin.

Somewhat flustered, she flicked her waist length hair and slid the zip, down, all the way.

Still. the step was too high!

Suddenly, two hands grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her to the top step!

"Why, You rude, rude man!

How dare you grab me!"

"Khatort" came a wai ing reply...

"...But look.

You kept undoing my levis!"