“Who would press my feet – and PAY me for it”? Giggle

A confident giggle too!

As Bhagwati lies in bed, legs spread out at “work” (right – what’s that?? Hehe) like a man, noisily eating, smoking, as I press her legs, her ankles, as she stares me down as I try not to look into her eyes directly…that ONE memory – as always, 1!! – shines brightly in my mind.

That first day when she walked in, noisily crunching her food like she owned the house – rather than acting like the housemaid she “was”. Or is, depending upon!

“Bahut Dadi hai” my SO would say snarkily. “She acts like a grandmother, knows it all”

But she does!

I’ve learned so much at her old, dirty calloused feet whic get calloused even after I give them long pedicures but that’s ok – more chance to serve her!

So many memories flooding back, mostly random, no pun.

One being that of me walking into the bordellos mentioned in Sin City Diaries all those years ago and my ex (at the time) saying “honey they probably look forward to you walking in there”.

Did they ?

Maybe, probably!

So did I!

I still remember the leggy Chinese females welcoming me in there, the stairs we’d climb (to see a certain Liao) – or the hotel in which Aa ling worked. I could probably point it out today as well despite more than 20 years having passed.

Good and old memories die hard…no pun.

And those were some good, good times.

Awesome times!

All detailed in the books and some more recent experiences too. But this isn’t about that, in fact, while writing this I just paused, remembered – the hotel , the roads, the girls, all so bright and vivid in memory even now years later!

Like it was yesterday.

Maybe in some regards yesterday never went away.

I remember “Maria” saying I was very kind to massage the girls when I was paying for it myself.

Of course, I was happy to do it!

Be humiliated – laughed at- bitch tits played with – same thing with maids in India, what I write – keep writing – about downtrodden ladies SO deserving the worship more – about why it’s such a privelege and honor – and more!

And back to Bhagwati…

I don’t know what i asked her exactly, I can’t remember – once she flicks my nipples, I seem to forget all except the meaningful part. Hee. And she’s by no means am expert at it either! Just a natural though – just like most Chinese ladies are …

Madam, so you remember that, I believe it was I asked.

“Han ! Mere hath per kaun dabayega agar tu nahi to”

“Mere per dabata hai, mujhe paise bhi deta hai”

If not you, who will press my arms and legs and pay me for it?

Said so ARROGANTLY yet naturally, confidently! My. And she’s right, spot on, no pun …

And thats a line my SO uttered too.

Hehe.

Says it all.

And thats the memories for now.

I wonder where Aa Ling is these days, if she still recalls that first kiss.

Somehow I suspect it burns just as brightly in her mind as it does mine.

Paye lagu, Ma’am. You’re so nice! You truly changed a young boys life forever ..

Best

Mike Watson