But I’m getting ahead. Neighbour – nothing to write home about, 45+, medium tits, never dressed sexily, BUT, I had fantasised endlessly about what...I’d like to do with her. And I’d realised that her daughter, Hannah, had just reached 16, so she suddenly entered my fantasies too. I’d thought she was much younger, mainly because of her complete absence of tit-meat. How nice it would be to work on the two together, make each one watch while I did the other. Now this was obviously never going to. We climbed on Tuan’s bike and the girls dropped me off at the hotel, not yet 8pm as I took my key and in my room, made some notes of Liem’s account of work. I watched the evening BBC News and sat nursing a beer, suddenly alone and rather lonely in my room. I vaguely saw the Weather, and equally vaguely heard a tropical storm was heading this way. Last time here I had also had a bout of aloneness, and I had walked to the riverside where I had met Ming and Jin, the Uni students who chose me to. Kidding or not, his fire for her was stoked even more. Taking a run on the beach helped him better sort through that brief conversation, but unanswered remained the whole neighbor question. If Jean wasn’t just playing that means she’d seen him before he’d found her. And if she was playing, it proved she really enjoyed the idea of ‘arousing’ his curiosity. Either way it was a win, win. But the idea Jean had thought enough of him to take notice, without him knowing, really was encouraging.. And, she was very butch one at that. It was hard not to stereotype her because she wore baggy jeans, baseball caps, and oversized polo shirts. Of course, the entire family pretended it wasn’t so and still showed her love at the reunions. This particular time, as usual, she brought a friend – Camille. It was no secret that the nice-looking redbone was Kendra’s boo. Folks just accepted it as best they could and went on since neither of the ladies made a big show of their affection in public..