These whore houses were getting to me.
Bali was only a helicopter ride away.
I really needed a session in a hot spring.
I knew just the place.
It attracted the cashed up Indonesians who wanted to feel good about themselves.
Paying one dollar entrance fee made them feel really good.
I use to gate crash the hot springs Yellow Stone.
I didn't like being tripple charged because I had white skin.
'Well why don't you come with me,' said this stop dead gorgeous chick.
She was the one Max was talking about.
'And I'm not a spy,' she said and gave an enigmatic smile.
Then what are you?
'I'm just a very hot chick who loves pleasing foreigners who visit my country.'
This was really looking promising I said.
Forty minutes later we were in Kintamani.
Elevation 2500 meters the place fogged up at night time.
'And I know just the place that includeded entrance to the hot spring in the accomodation price.'
I had spent a few nights here with the Mad Hindu.
It was cool in the evenings.
And a place where the world collided.
'You mean you fucked a few Japanese tourists,' said Bianca, so naturally, no accusatorial tone at all.
No, 'but I'd really love to take a dip in the hot spring then we can have dinner later.'
The spagetti was crap here.
Most of the conveniet stores in the evening were closed so you could only buy from the resort but it was the lack of conveniences and the higher cigarette prices that made this place so appealing.
They even supplied towels.
'Like this one,' said Bianca who slipped out of it and entered the hot thermal pool that was titled like an outdoor jacuzzi, even with sitting steps.
Her boobs just floated.
'They are very big and my pride and joy,' she said.
I loved her quaint Englishism too.
'I know you do Master.'
Now it was time to really relax.
If only the boys could see me now.
It was going to be a romantic evening, cuddling up to a hot Indonesia women during the cool night.
It dropped to 12 degrees in the evening while in the lowlands, it sat around 28 degrees.
Bali was only a helicopter ride away.
I really needed a session in a hot spring.
I knew just the place.
It attracted the cashed up Indonesians who wanted to feel good about themselves.
Paying one dollar entrance fee made them feel really good.
I use to gate crash the hot springs Yellow Stone.
I didn't like being tripple charged because I had white skin.
'Well why don't you come with me,' said this stop dead gorgeous chick.
She was the one Max was talking about.
'And I'm not a spy,' she said and gave an enigmatic smile.
Then what are you?
'I'm just a very hot chick who loves pleasing foreigners who visit my country.'
This was really looking promising I said.
Forty minutes later we were in Kintamani.
Elevation 2500 meters the place fogged up at night time.
'And I know just the place that includeded entrance to the hot spring in the accomodation price.'
I had spent a few nights here with the Mad Hindu.
It was cool in the evenings.
And a place where the world collided.
'You mean you fucked a few Japanese tourists,' said Bianca, so naturally, no accusatorial tone at all.
No, 'but I'd really love to take a dip in the hot spring then we can have dinner later.'
The spagetti was crap here.
Most of the conveniet stores in the evening were closed so you could only buy from the resort but it was the lack of conveniences and the higher cigarette prices that made this place so appealing.
They even supplied towels.
'Like this one,' said Bianca who slipped out of it and entered the hot thermal pool that was titled like an outdoor jacuzzi, even with sitting steps.
Her boobs just floated.
'They are very big and my pride and joy,' she said.
I loved her quaint Englishism too.
'I know you do Master.'
Now it was time to really relax.
If only the boys could see me now.
It was going to be a romantic evening, cuddling up to a hot Indonesia women during the cool night.
It dropped to 12 degrees in the evening while in the lowlands, it sat around 28 degrees.
