“That was really nice,” Sammy announced, “I never had anyone spunk in me before, it’s really really nice.”“What now?” I asked.“Dinner ... guess, then I have an assignment to work on.” she announced.“Not going out?” I queried.“No point really,” she explained, “I go out to get laid but I’ve been laid so it’s a bit pointless really.” She paused. “What are you going to do?”“Stay in I guess,” I agreed, “There’s not much point going out.”“Tomorrow you can take me down town to show off the new jewellery. That was why Lorgar traveled to that particular spring festival to marry. Henna liked that festival and wanted to attend one last time. Lorgar brought his daughters with him, along with a large retinue. He wanted to make an impression on the country folk. He had a farm closer to the capital and preferred to stay in town so that he could frequent Engruth's mead hall, which he did far more than the forty days a year that was required of him. He was a houseman more of his making than of Engruth's. I expressed pleasure (in Vietnamese) at the find which got a chuckle from him then, remembered the thing that caused it; what I’d mentioned above……since the ‘little blue pill’ invaded Asia and, most Vietnamese men are very proud of their virility, it’s a vanity thing; many load-up before sex. There are regular news articles of some taking so much that they kill themselves. So, the first one was him being horny as hell; the pill(s) had now kicked-in and he was ready for round 2!We all know what. After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small truckers' store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda, but they also sold truckers' log books, maps, CB radios, mud flaps depicting naked women, and assorted other "truck" stuff. He excused himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly guys whom he wouldn't want to piss off.When he arrived home, he was thrilled to have a phone message from a recruiter who had found his resume on.