Adam and May Linh are the talk of the town (chapter XXVIII)

Resort 1

May Linh had agreed by contract to live nude, and more, around my house by the beach in this southeastern Asian country. And for three weeks now, we had learned to share the space next, but with, each other; I knew more now about classical music than I ever did, she knows now how to swim. But she took all of her days off at once and was now gone for a week.

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Under the deluge, Adam hears the blues falling down like rain (chapter XLVIII)


Typhoons, hurricanes are reminders that we live on a singular planet, flying by itself a way off the universe, some place no one cares about. And we on Earth are all agitated but, naturally, it doesn’t really matter. The earth was spinning before us and will still be spinning after us. That’s the very reason why, as much as old Mr. Me tried, whatever I thought, said or did was in vain. So, at this point, why not a contract where May Linh and Lily were now living in the nude with me? Thanks to aliens, it somehow made sense to me.

So now the typhoon was upon us and it was a mother. Because it was set on high grounds in the jungle, May Linh, Lily and I had taken refuge in the guest-house of the property I possessed by the beach in this southeastern Asian country. Outside, it was now almost as dark as night and, from inside, you couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. So, maybe as a way to feel more secure, we had all the lights on. It was a lot of fun at the beginning. First we all took a shower, me first.

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Routine, Adam says, can also mean lovely days (Chapter LVI)


Yes, old Mr. Me had drawn a contract and yes May Linh and Lily were working for me in my secluded home by the ocean in this southeastern Asian country. Working meaning living in the nude around me and agreeing to be fondled once in a while. That’s what the contract stated. And it seemed simple enough. Little did I foresee the power of routine.

It is funny indeed how routine comes and catches up with you. See the backgammon for example. I had taught Lily how to play backgammon while we were in the guest-house waiting for Armageddon. She liked it. Not only that but she’s a natural player. So, in my house by the beach, where, everything considered, there wasn’t much to do, Lily and I got into playing backgammon every day. I mean playing, to win.

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Lily’s Adam’s Aphrodite’s child (chapter LXIX)

Blue Dragon

In old Mr. Me’s house by the beach, in this always warm southeastern Asian country, where May Linh and Lily were living, by contract, in the nude around me, it was understood that when Lily asked if you wanted a massage, you wanted a massage. It’s hard to explain, Lily is a Jedi, a masseuse extraordinaire – indeed that was her former job – and when Lily asked you if you wanted, you wanted, because that’s the power Jedis have. And the fact is, she always asked you for a massage when you needed it the most.

Of course Maggie, who had just inadvertently crashed in the autarkic universe May Linh, Lily and I had created, didn’t know that. “Do you want a massage?” Lily had asked Maggie and Maggie was speechless. Maggie probably thought she had just escaped going to town and now this, and this young girl’s weird pale eyes drilling into hers. I knew the feeling.

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