Most of his clientèle, were middle-aged men, with very little hair.I remember sitting on the first day drinking tea with my uncle and remarking that,...but he laughed and said, 'Mariel darling, these men are bald because they have too much testosterone, big balls, and you washing their hair will work wonders for them'.I laughed as we always spoke like that, talking about cocks and balls, so I said, 'If you think that, why is the basin in the main shop, should it not be more private, like in the. " I shuddered at the horrifying image: child slave-whores in the Land of Smiles.We walked down a muddy, congested tanon, or side street, under the continuous gaze of the grimy, working-class Thai men. Nancee snarled rejections at their frequent propositions, and they moved on to more vulnerable prey. At the end of another dingy, fetid tanon, we came to the Rung Ruing Cafe. The cafe was a front for a brothel: about fifteen pale-faced young girls and katoey, wearing T-shirts, sat like so much. Jack told us he was going to be assigned to Fort Campbell along with Sam, Will, and Scott. He told us as of right now they have no role in anything other than to train. Jack told us they would be training five days a week but he would have the weekends free. He told us he would live on the base through the week and return home to be with us on the weekends as his base was only a couple hundred miles away from our home. That was OK with us all as at least we would see him. I asked him for how. Twelve beautiful pledges picked for their willingness to do anything to demean themselves.“Let me tell ya boys, I have been making these bitches chug water and beer all day,” Sandra said. “They are going to fill up this pool with piss, and then we will have a real show on our hands!”They were cheering. “Who wants to see these bitches drenched?”Every one of them did. The lust lay into our flesh from the eager eyes of each person, waiting for the first of us to break. My roommate Rachel bounced.