Slayer :
How is your rest? How about Thailand?
by wgr:
To whisper at all. The second day I sit and don’t get out of the room.
Slayer :
Is the rain coming?
by wgr:
Worse... has it come? To me a thick Thai grandmother and a rough male voice said (said?) "I will be your lady. Let’s go today!" Apparently, it wasn’t even a question. That was where my imprisonment began.