Chapter Nine:
Rescuing the Wanton
The night was still young on the streets of the Night Market, and the tourists at the go-go bars were just getting stirred up. Restaurants were emptying, bargaining at the shops was in high gear, and the working girls were busy with their come-ons, pawing at the big Australians like himself. Big bellied sunburned Brits sat with their Chang beers, swaying to the music, and occasionally shoving baht notes into the dancer’s bikini bottoms while asking them about their bar fines.
Adrian was on the hunt too. He spotted several female tourists, backpackers, looking weary and dazzled at the same time. Most seemed to have found the youth hostels, but others were still looking. He picked up two m*******a cigarettes from a local vendor, knowing they were lollipop
