'Cemetary please, ' said Frank to the taxi driver.
Some people went to bars to pick up whores...
But in Surabaya, the locals went to the cemetery.
It wasn't just any cemetery.
The mostly Muslim whores worked the Chinese cemeteries.
Muslim cemeteries were usually very plain and simple, a simple plaque and dirt covering the deceased.
'You need a really nice flat grave for fucking on,' said Frank, who prided himself on the subject.
It was nearing midnight.
'Trick or treat,' said Max who was game.
In the distance, they could see the Hilton Hotel, the largest building in Surabaya and where they were staying. Tomorrow they planned to visit the village of sweet-smelling water where Jack, Frank's brother, was relaxing.
Fucking under the stars with angels and cherubs and a gorgeous Muslim whore.
'It doesn't get much better than that, ' thought Frank who pulled up at a little warung surrounded by tombstones.
Techno music was playing and the girls were parked at their favorite grave site.
The man at the warung sold bottles of water.
'So the girls can wash their twats after fucking,' said Frank.
He was eyeing up a beauty, in her thirties, she was game.
'This is just bizarre,' said Max.
Only as bizarre as you make it, said Frank.
"There's nothing bizarre about fucking under the stars,' continued Frank, 'to be quite honest, it's the way it's supposed to be.'
I don't know what the Chinese Christians felt about the current state of affairs, but once I started pumping into Ranni, I became a rampant supporter of the great outdoors.
"You work up a real sweat in the tropics,' I said to Max after I completed the dirty business in about ten minutes.
'Meet Novi,' said Max, who had also just serenaded her on a nearby grave site.
Frank didn't want to only meet Novi, he wanted deserts after his main meal.
'She's very intimate,' said Max.
'You mean she's a nympho,' asked Frank.
'You'll see,' said Max.
Back at the hotel, they had a few Heinekins and compared fucks.
Java, it was good to be home.
'Where else in the world can you go to a cemetery and get a fuck,' asked Frank.
'They are dying to get to the cemetery,' quipped Max.
'Here in Java, that saying is taken to another level,' replied Frank.
The boys were light on description and heavy on imagination.
'Why get purple on a subject like this,' said Frank, who was glad to be a cultural guide for Max, ' you either get it or you don't.'
'This aint a place for prudes,' said Max, who punched Frank on the shoulder.
They both laughed.
Java was a sensual place. No doubt about that.
Some people went to bars to pick up whores...
But in Surabaya, the locals went to the cemetery.
It wasn't just any cemetery.
The mostly Muslim whores worked the Chinese cemeteries.
Muslim cemeteries were usually very plain and simple, a simple plaque and dirt covering the deceased.
'You need a really nice flat grave for fucking on,' said Frank, who prided himself on the subject.
It was nearing midnight.
'Trick or treat,' said Max who was game.
In the distance, they could see the Hilton Hotel, the largest building in Surabaya and where they were staying. Tomorrow they planned to visit the village of sweet-smelling water where Jack, Frank's brother, was relaxing.
Fucking under the stars with angels and cherubs and a gorgeous Muslim whore.
'It doesn't get much better than that, ' thought Frank who pulled up at a little warung surrounded by tombstones.
Techno music was playing and the girls were parked at their favorite grave site.
The man at the warung sold bottles of water.
'So the girls can wash their twats after fucking,' said Frank.
He was eyeing up a beauty, in her thirties, she was game.
'This is just bizarre,' said Max.
Only as bizarre as you make it, said Frank.
"There's nothing bizarre about fucking under the stars,' continued Frank, 'to be quite honest, it's the way it's supposed to be.'
I don't know what the Chinese Christians felt about the current state of affairs, but once I started pumping into Ranni, I became a rampant supporter of the great outdoors.
"You work up a real sweat in the tropics,' I said to Max after I completed the dirty business in about ten minutes.
'Meet Novi,' said Max, who had also just serenaded her on a nearby grave site.
Frank didn't want to only meet Novi, he wanted deserts after his main meal.
'She's very intimate,' said Max.
'You mean she's a nympho,' asked Frank.
'You'll see,' said Max.
Back at the hotel, they had a few Heinekins and compared fucks.
Java, it was good to be home.
'Where else in the world can you go to a cemetery and get a fuck,' asked Frank.
'They are dying to get to the cemetery,' quipped Max.
'Here in Java, that saying is taken to another level,' replied Frank.
The boys were light on description and heavy on imagination.
'Why get purple on a subject like this,' said Frank, who was glad to be a cultural guide for Max, ' you either get it or you don't.'
'This aint a place for prudes,' said Max, who punched Frank on the shoulder.
They both laughed.
Java was a sensual place. No doubt about that.
