“Gee, thanks.” The mosquito paused for a moment. “Why do you have this go-go boy in here? Who is this boy? “ he asked.
“Someone I’m ready to fuck”
“I gathered that; and that the tenor of the conversation had turned against back seat liaisons. I’m just puzzled by these changeable sexual patterns, Jatupon. Something’s not right in your head.”
“Listen! Don’t use that name with me or I’ll take you by the fucking neck and smash your face against the windshield”
“Okay, Nawin, calm down.”
“For that matter, I could roll down the window and let you fly out and drive myself. I have an international driver’s license. Nawin is a big boy, now, Mosquito.” He guffawed at the pest and slapped him on the head. The mosquito/man hissed and stuck out its fangs. “You watch yourself. You are in forces over your head. You’re not even in control of yourself. Why did you get married? Why did you bring Porn here? Why am I and this boy with you now? What forces drive you?”
“Hunger.”
“Porn?”
“Hunger.”
“Noppawan?”