Gemscentric

Written by Julian Robov


Eleven


By late evening, Rudy returned to Bangkok via Singapore Airlines. Several ideas were pulsating through his mind, as the taxi drove to SV City. Bangkok remained the same all the time. The same traffic, incomplete construction sites without life, new and old buses, people hanging out of the buses like a bunch of grapes, and the tightly dressed police with all their gadgets, trying to restlessly cope with the pressures and temperatures exposed made him laugh. Even the taxi driver understood Rudy’s thoughts, laughing at him ironically.

After dropping Rudy at his condo, the taxi picked up another foreigner, disappearing into one of the back streets of Bangkok. He switched on his notebook computer to record all the information he had from his trip to Singapore and Hong Kong. He had two more destinations: New York and Switzerland. After that he would be back in full swing. He had a deadline. Five weeks to handle Seri Fonhlaeng, and another two weeks for that official announcement. After double-checking the data in the computer, he switched off the computer and the telephone. He needed a good shower and uninterrupted sleep. The bedroom light remained dim. Rudy hated a dark room. The Cambodian ordeal always brought back scary memories.

After a few hours of sleep, he felt someone in bed. He ignored it at first and pulled over the blanket one more time. But it was moving and rubbing his skin. Soft scented lips started rubbing his thigh, and the hairs on his whole body stood up straight—like the spikes of a porcupine. He was too tired to switch on the light. A soft hand moved slowly upwards massaging his balls gently to further coax his pressurized erection. He was beyond heaven and began moaning, as the massage became intense. Then he felt someone moving on top of him stretching his body so that both could see each other’s face.
“Potch,” Rudy cried in utter shock.
She glanced at the alarm clock. It was three in the morning. As he opened his eyes, he couldn’t believe it all happened in such a short time. He wanted to say something, but was too tired.
“Are you okay?” Potch asked. “I needed this after a long absence. I love you. Do you remember the last time we slept? That was......”
“Seven years ago,” Rudy answered correctly.
“But sorry for not informing you first. Please allow me to lie down for some more time.” They were both naked, as she threw the blanket away to a corner. She was still on top of him breathing heavily and kissing his neck and lips.
Potch had a second key to the room. She was informed of his arrival by the manager of the condo, who was authorized to keep a close watch on Rudy. That way she made sure no one else disturbed him. She wanted to keep him as her bonsai. By half past five in the morning, she was ready for her business.

Rudy was still asleep. She left a message for him on his table. He was too tired to wake up and she knew it. Rama III Road was slowly waking up. She drove a Audi A3 out of the parking lot and before the world woke up, Potch was back to work heading to her office on Srinakarin Road.

Potch Towers, a twenty two storied building accommodated her various business operations. She was the first one to be in the building at seven. Till eleven, she remained in the office delegating important assignments to department heads, and then off to business meetings and social visits. She stayed with her husband at Blue Valley on Bang Na Trat Road, when in town. Otherwise, she lived in different houses inviting close friends from around the country for company or pleasure. Their two daughters—Cookie and Lookie, visited them once a year, and that was always during the month of December.Since Rudy was back, she saw him as a good friend and companion. He knew it. It was a discreet relationship. It had worked for more than ten years without any problem.