Post by buhi on Oct 6, 2015 8:41:05 GMT 7
Rudi lived in Amsterdam. He loved the city, its architecture, cleanliness, civility and laid back atmosphere. It suited him.
Recently retired, one thing he no longer liked were the frigid winters. He had never really been exposed much to those dark months as a salesman,travelling from country to country most of the time.
Life had been good apart from that little mistake of getting married. But that was long ago and it ended fairly amicably. There were no children a bonus for him now. As for his manly needs there were willing partners in every city. As for Amsterdam, it was as easy as ordering a meal with a menu that only his home city could provide.
It was trade and he was an expert at trade and other things.
Now free of the demands of work and aware that three score years and ten were approaching faster than he wished, living in his beloved Amsterdam, there was a yearning.All his working life he had travelled, for business not pleasure, pleasure there was in those travels.
Time to explore some of those exciting places again, this time for pleasure only.
One city had captured his imagination, not that it actually left anything to the imagination, Bangkok. Bonus it was never cold the perfect place to spend those hated months when the trees were leafless , birds songless and days short cold, wet.
That is how he met Oh, she had a small beauty salon and spa close to the hotel. He had stayed at "The Landmark" on previous business trips. It was this chaos of Sukumwit that had beckoned to him to explore more. How opposite could a place be to serene Amsterdam?
Oh was kind to Rudi, took extra special care of him, her massage was bliss. Rudi was surprised, non of his partners had been like this.
Each winter, Rudi flew South, to winter at "The Landmark". The initial excitement , buzz of Nana had faded, his fondness for Oh strengthened as the vibrancy of the bars waned. He was too old for that, he had settled into a complacent old age.
There was no e mail then, no cell phones either. Rudi kept in contact with Oh by mail.
Oh could speak a little English, read the letters, but they were of no signicance to her, but she had her prize fish and knew how to keep it. She needed to reply to the letters, but how?
Easily, there were writers of such letters who for a small fee could spin a delightful reply.
Rudi was netted ,oiled.
In the sad event of his death she would be devastated, he knew that ,kind Rudi provided a provision in his will for Oh to inherit his fortune. Oh protested, that it was too generous and that she had no desire for his money.
Rudi was moved, but resolute.
He died, his sister contested the will, she won.
Recently retired, one thing he no longer liked were the frigid winters. He had never really been exposed much to those dark months as a salesman,travelling from country to country most of the time.
Life had been good apart from that little mistake of getting married. But that was long ago and it ended fairly amicably. There were no children a bonus for him now. As for his manly needs there were willing partners in every city. As for Amsterdam, it was as easy as ordering a meal with a menu that only his home city could provide.
It was trade and he was an expert at trade and other things.
Now free of the demands of work and aware that three score years and ten were approaching faster than he wished, living in his beloved Amsterdam, there was a yearning.All his working life he had travelled, for business not pleasure, pleasure there was in those travels.
Time to explore some of those exciting places again, this time for pleasure only.
One city had captured his imagination, not that it actually left anything to the imagination, Bangkok. Bonus it was never cold the perfect place to spend those hated months when the trees were leafless , birds songless and days short cold, wet.
That is how he met Oh, she had a small beauty salon and spa close to the hotel. He had stayed at "The Landmark" on previous business trips. It was this chaos of Sukumwit that had beckoned to him to explore more. How opposite could a place be to serene Amsterdam?
Oh was kind to Rudi, took extra special care of him, her massage was bliss. Rudi was surprised, non of his partners had been like this.
Each winter, Rudi flew South, to winter at "The Landmark". The initial excitement , buzz of Nana had faded, his fondness for Oh strengthened as the vibrancy of the bars waned. He was too old for that, he had settled into a complacent old age.
There was no e mail then, no cell phones either. Rudi kept in contact with Oh by mail.
Oh could speak a little English, read the letters, but they were of no signicance to her, but she had her prize fish and knew how to keep it. She needed to reply to the letters, but how?
Easily, there were writers of such letters who for a small fee could spin a delightful reply.
Rudi was netted ,oiled.
In the sad event of his death she would be devastated, he knew that ,kind Rudi provided a provision in his will for Oh to inherit his fortune. Oh protested, that it was too generous and that she had no desire for his money.
Rudi was moved, but resolute.
He died, his sister contested the will, she won.
