Nu backed away, panting, spent. She smirked at the mostly naked boy still kneeling before her. “Next time,” she said as she pulled her clothes on, “I’ll make it very special...for you.” Then she left.
For a moment Nang remained on his knees staring down the length of the warehouse. He felt used, dirty, humiliated. He felt excited. He could not think. Then his mind cleared as if he simply erased all thoughts, as if in so doing he could protect himself, maintain his biological integrity. Then he thought, where’s the forklift? There used to be a forklift truck in here.
The room was dark. On a table at one end two small candles in thick glass cups flickered red-yellow. Behind the table were four men, Met Phan, Met Yon, Met Meas and Met Dy. There were others in the room, along the side walls
