Love You Long Time

"Baltish English Ka?" His taxi driver asks him to pay for a scooter ride. It was 150 baht anywhere in Pattaya, reaching the private bed and breakfast Village House.

"Kop Kun Krap." Simon appreciates the elder driver reaching his palms together with his nose, a respectful sign to his senior. He pays 200 baht note and leaves for his date.

He knew for monarchy or monks he reached his forehead to respect their wisdom. He made a lower palm bow to his chin for younger him greeting.

Simon Says looks in his folded papyrus note out his shorts pocket out of blue velvet wearing his beach slippers. The white t-shirt with a black dot of rising sun near black palm tree and his black chrome polarised sunglasses he bought from children on the beach.

He was on the mission to investigate a possible lead to suspects and make children with her. The one wild sister of Lithuanian prosecutor we did not know.

He walks past the driveway waving his driver smiling from cheek to cheek.

Our Simon must investigate Valdis Vivaldi in the basement creating music on the Thai beautiful coastline shore in their house.

Her holding her thin grey dress lets herself in and out.

"I hope I will not have a fourth child with you."

"You are about child business?"

"I let you after once you drip." Simon is not touching her firmly holding his hand on the open plan kitchen counter.

Her cooking and cutting table slams her arms in swiftly lifting her toes for a full throttle power to out power his high octane.

Valdis Vivaldis is playing in the basement digital keyboard the very time providing them an excellent cover muting the noise. He knew it was not him the suspect. It was her lead to the mass child grave yard. The organ traffickers the pit they created.

They play the music they sell.

"I lure you no song Simon."

Varpa Hera blinks, catching her breath, making him sweat heavy. He was losing control and let out in her. It was a hot steaming summer story about him investigating.

"I am Varpa Hera. I am enjoying doing business with you." Her dress falls back leaving her white undergarment on the floor between her legs.

They shake their sweaty palms of Simon thinking what he left behind in her. "I am happy to know now you are not with interpol." Her finger tip lifting her white garment, her smiling eyes and lips allows him to follow them to their office.

Simon walks past sliding doors of black wood in her library and financial bookkeeping of their accounts.

"You are smart to check me out. It was like a full body search." Simon slams his black belt back on the buckle ring.

He can see the black office room overseeing black walnut walls full of black books. The black wood table and black chair.

The wooden blinds oversee a huge window, their private beach hidden under palm trees, dragon trees pointing their sharp bush leaves round cut themed to a rocks and rain water pond near the cliff edge window.

He is able to see a rock staircase leaving a pathway in the garden to the white sand beach. The Pong Pong, Royal Palm, Shorea Roxburghii trees of the rainforest landscape design.

"I thought I would see Valdis Vivaldi."

"No. He is just a loser. I ride him to cover up our operations." Her arm fixes her breast looking in black leather top opening her notepad. Her looking in the eyes her fingernails brushes her long black hair back from moist back to her ear.

It was diffusion from sex to meet and greet her future business clients bring to her office. The body told him. I share love with you. I want to see you and listen to you.

It was a great lesson Simon did learned investigating children organ thieves, those who kiddnap, murder and steal to sell their souls in black organ market.

It was like Valdis Vivaldis played his Organ key Simon reached his orgasm; it was Varpa Hera's epic climax point of rendezvous plan.

He knew he was in for a honey trap. They have their lead to follow. Varpa Hera has great potential. "It was orgasmic research."

"Thank you. I let you play and shower with my boss." Varpa Hera tears a piece of note with one more number to Simon's pocket.

"Thanks. I will invest. I think I did invest now." He brushes his forehead from the moist it made knowing it.

He reaches to slap her bottom he walks closer with a note in his hand. Her arm grabs him. "No. It's strictly business."

"Ok."

The arm stretches back her hair, her gasping. "I must shower now for Valdis. I will lick his balls the mouth I kissed him and let slide on his organ in on his Organ piano. I need double orgasm before I go out tonight."

"It is a good way to let him know who the housewife is." They smile at each other.

"It builds my stamina to find a new recruit for our organisation behind bar bins tonight."

"I got it." Simon blinks and leaves without saying good bye he closes front doors behind him.

The car pulls over for him to get in. "I followed you all the way. Yes Simon. You investigated well." Magnum Mage places his hand on his shoulder to look forward.

They drive out to have Thai shrimp soup. Simon is thinking about the love triangle he had to eat out of her for her to get wet to tell the truth.

"I think soup will be great, but it is super hot." Magnum Mage allows him to know.

"Yes." Simon swallows his saliva and picks up a shaking spoon full to his mouth, his eyes following it intensely.

He felt a bladder full and left for the mensroom. Magnum Mage picks up a happy tourist's sim card mobile and sends a message to his taxi driver. "Get rid of her."

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Varpa Hera is murdered from a gunshot.

Her head in the middle of the jungle is left behind her taxi driver takes her rubbing her short underskirt to his back slowly holding on his jeans gently playing her fingers. It would be a piano.

Her meeting with her hitman in the taxi drive to a rainforest.

"I would prefer to see you." Her lips whispers to his ears.

"I like it for free. I do not even pay for drinks at those bar studs." Her fingers slide to a larger key of his zip.

The perfect opportunity was captured detouring him, driving her near the bins of the bar and leaving her behind it.

He stops and takes his helmet off leaving long lights on. They can hear rainforest play. The traffic mutes them. He allows Varpa Hera to open his zip on her knees, craving a look on her. The adrenaline builds him up.

Her fingers pull jeans lower and her mouth picks it up smelling the joy eyes cannot see in the dark. Her lips saliva tastes the moist building up the veins and muscle sculpture to her mouth.

Her mind knows the eyes flash, it is ready, the mind forgot in full focus to have him up.

The hand slips him out her mouth holding on to him and her knees go up.

He swaps sides and has her back pointing at her.

They let him go of the ropes to find intelligence information about organ traffickers for the black market.

He knows it is her end. He leans on her allowing himself to place his hand gun brush along her lips along he ramps in he slides gun between her teeth.

Her eyes open wider to understand. He fires.

The skull skaters to his left shoulder. "You got it slut." He feels the contractions further he drops his hand gun he ramps further in and out hard hole body to have her warm him pump.

The noozle flash and sound muted in her. He continues to ride her leaning on dead body pressing her on his scooter seat.

Het breasts hanging out her dress him pulling her dress straps back he dropped his gun.

Taxi driver pushing her in the rainforest heat. It was a seasonal of rainforest knowing the water wash away from their tracks.

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Magnum Mage leaves the bar and has his hand out his pocket out in the palm above the stars.

"You look, it is rain drop."

"I know Mage. It is the time of the season." Simon drops his arm out of his pocket on his captain's shoulder, all knowing about seasons he walks further to their rental car to avoid being soaked in the rain.

"Yes, the water drops are cold. We have warm summer rain like tea."

Simon opens the passenger seat. His foot in he speaks looking at Magnum Mage looming out the bar stargazing. "It is not Lithuania for you."

The text message beeps him open through the flip phone. "Thank you, I had a great date. I did her in. Kop Khun Krap for Ruk Khun Krap."

"He texted me thank you in Sai." Mage closes his phone and shakes his head to the sides to drive drunk Simon back to presidential suit.

Their crimes of depravity and the political class elite. The plan is to tax poor victims for their organs. It was the trafficking ring leaders from the Republic of Lithuania.

Them looking for further victims under their laws of revenues. Their names were Nerij Varske, Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro, Varpa Hera, Karoblis Hera, Karolina Tumbacka, Valdis Vivaldis and Liucinda Sarka.

Our NATO heroes will continue their mission. The vengeance is near.