And that took the last bit of trust I might ever have had for you; I don’t trust you now, Ha, I can’t for my own sake, even if I have never stopped loving you, I can’t trust you or let you that close again. “Oh, hi Ha – how are you? XXNX Mae was dressed casually in jeans and a white top, showing her ample boobs, but not outrageously so; Kim was her usual flamboyantly-dressed self: the new style I had been told, a short, almost maternity-style black cotton dress which billowed at the bottom around her thighs; in Thailand, shorts would be worn underneath, but in Kim’s case I was almost sure she wouldn’t bother – she would like the men and women whose eyes trailed her, including mine, to wonder: what is under there?
