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Denude him of all that he thought he was. \n\nHow? \n\nHow? \n\nWhat could she do to capture that magic moment? \n\nShe’d already pissed on him in a fit of ecstasy as she rode him like the stallion her father had when she was a young girl obsessed with its huge organ. How she had loved to stand and watch as the stallion grew rampant. She was afraid to touch it, yet she longed to try.\n\nIt was the same with this man. She knew she could take their love to new heights. But she was afraid she would scare him off.\n\nThen one day she came home after visiting the doctor to find him talking to her best friend. That’s all. Just talking. But they were sitting so close together that she scented more than she saw. \n\nWhat were they doing before she arrived? \n\nWas he looking guilty? \n\nShe couldn’t be sure.\n\nIt didn’t matter. She had her suspicion. She nurtured it. She stroked it into a bright flame, letting her imagination lead her where she didn’t really want to go. \n\nShe tried, oh yes she tried, not to go there. No use. She was hypnotized. Dazzled. Lusting for the pain, the humiliation. \n\nNot for her. \n\nFor him.\n\nShe plotted in the dark night while he snored softly. Yes, she thought, why not?\n\nOn the phone to her best friend, she hinted at a treat. Would she come over and help her have some fun? Would she like to experiment at something she’d never tried before? \n\nIntrigued, her friend agreed. \n\n“Come tonight at 10. Not before. I want it nice and dark for this surprise.”\n\nTen it was. Right on the stroke there was a soft knock at the door. She opened it. Her friend stood there, her face questioning but looking excited too.\n\nCome in, she said as she beckoned her friend in. The living room was dark, lit by perhaps a dozen candles scattered around the furniture. Fantastic shadows leaped across the walls and ceiling as the two women moved to the lounge and sat down comfortably.\n\nHer best friend looked at her, a question in her eyes. \n\n“Wait,” she said. She handed her friend a glass of wine, then raised her own glass in a silent toast. \n\nThey drank.\n\nShe put a finger to her lips. Don’t make a sound she mimed. The wine, the silence and the dark conspired to create a mood that was tantalizingly erotic, yet scary as well. Her best friend didn’t know, yet, what to expect. \n\nShe shivered in anticipation.\n\nShe stood, stretched languidly, and slowly removed her clothes. Her friend watched, mesmerized, unsure of what to expect. \n\nNext, she picked up some pieces of rope she had draped over a chair in the shadows. She pointed at her friend and gestured to her to undress too.\n\nHer friend joined the spirit of the game and undressed slowly, tantalizing her with slow, sensual movements.\n\nShe watched as her friend removed her outer clothes one by one. She ached to step forward to help her with her bra and see-through panties. But she controlled her urge.\n\nBoth naked, they stood facing each other, the candle-lit faces shifting in the flickering light. \n\nShe poured another wine and gestured.\n\nFollow me.\n\nShe led the way to the bedroom. Her man lay stretched out on his back, the way he always slept. A soft snore escaped his sensuous lips. She’d been drawn to him by those lips when they first met. She had ached to kiss them, to feel their fire drawing him into his breath. When their lips finally met she wasn't disappointed. Nor was he.\n\nBut tonight he looked quiet, peaceful, yet powerful in his inertness. He always slept deeply, so she knew they could do what she planned without fear of waking him up until the time was right.\n\nShe showed her friend what she wanted to do. \n\nThey tied his arms and legs gently, moving his limbs carefully so as not to wake him. She checked the knots when they were finished to make sure he could not escape.\n\nA minute later he was tied firmly to the bed. \n\nHe stirred but didn’t awake. He felt no threat in his sleep….yet. A slight smile touched his lips as he slept on.\n\nShe beckoned to her friend to bestride her man’s stomach, pushing her friend down so that her soft bush lay on his muscled stomach like a warm, sucking, soft-haired octopus.\n\nHer friend sat there, unsure what to do next.\n\nShe moved behind her and sat beside her man. Picking up his flaccid organ she put it in her mouth. It was still soft enough that she engulfed the whole thing, like an overripe banana that no longer held its shape. \n\nThen using her tongue she stroked gently, enjoying the feeling in her mouth as she enticed his cock to attention.\n\nHe murmured as the pleasure seeped through his sleep-sodden brain, coaxing him gently awake. When she felt him stir she stopped and moved up behind her friend to peer down into his eyes, holding his manhood in her hand. She smiled. His peered out of sleepy slits first, then whipped his eyes wide open as he took in the situation. \n\nHe tried to move. But there was no slack in his bonds.\n\nShe saw a moment of panic in his eyes as he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes fastened on hers, questioning.\n\nShe shushed him with a finger to her moist lips. \n\nDon’t make a sound, shaking her head, she said silently. \n\nHe lay there, wondering what was coming next. Would this end badly? Had she found out about his dalliance with her best friend? Surely not, or she would not have invited her friend to join in this strange game.\n\nBut what if she had found out? Was this her revenge? But what sort of revenge was it, if it was? The mystery was exciting.\n\nHe lay still and watched, his eyes flicking from her face to her best friend’s pert breasts. \n\nBoth women were breathing heavily. \n\nShe grasped her friend’s hand and placed it on his cock, helping her friend grasp and stroke, their two hands working in unison.\n\nHe hardened instantly. She pushed her friend up his body until her soft pubes were just brushing his chin. \n\nHe breathed in her scent, her pheromones urging him on to more excitement. He became harder still.\n\nShe licked his chest, nipping his nipples gently, drawing a spot of blood as she broke the skin. \n\nHe groaned. \n\nHer friend lifted herself up and placed her wet vulva over his waiting mouth. He started moving his tongue slowly, questing, fanning the flames of her friend’s lust as she moved down his body, her tongue flicking in and out, making his skin rise in goosebumps as he writhed against the restraints. \n\nHer friend was groaning softly, her hips thrusting up against his nose and then down across his chin as his tongue flicked and teased her.\n\nHe was finding it hard to breathe as she pressed down on him. He fought for breath, but there was no respite. She was enjoying the intensity of her feelings too much to worry about his.\n\nFinally, his woman reached the center of all his pleasure, licking, nipping lightly. The pleasure and the pain melded. \n\nShe nipped hard once, breaking the skin. A small pearl of blood appeared, exciting her even more. She sank onto his shaft, feeling him writhe in pleasurable agony. \n\nShe moved slowly at first as she felt the delicious stalk move up inside her, filling her as it quested deep inside. She increased the pace until they were both groaning in unison, in ecstasy. \n\nThen they gasped loudly as they came together. His breath coming in short spurts, mimicking his orgasm. \n\nShe sank down, feeling him start to go limp after he had spent himself inside her. She squeezed her muscles, not allowing him to escape that easily.\n\nFinally, she let him go as she toppled over on her side, while his flaccid member fell out of her to lie defeated on his leg.\n\nBut she wasn’t finished with him yet. She sat up and leaned over him again.\n\nThe woman continued. She nipped the skin on his shaft again, bringing yet another small pearl of blood forth. She smiled, satisfied as she beckoned her best friend down to join her as they bent down to worship at his member. \n\nThen she turned her friend around to face his feet and helped position him as her friend sank down onto him. He had become a little soft, so she had to tuck him inside her friend and encourage him to rigidity again. She stroked his scrotum, scratched his shaft gently, and murmured filthy encouragement in his ear.\n\nMoments later she felt him harden again. She smiled in anticipation.\n\nShe changed position to squat next to his chest, her legs wide open so that he could see the apex of her thighs clearly, teasing him. Her hands caressed his body, teasing him, fluttering over his nipples, gently touching the area behind his ears. \n\nHe kept his eyes riveted on her labia, dripping with passion for him. He was quivering, groaning, the sensory overload starting to short-circuit his brain.\n\nThe two women worked on him for hours, never letting him escape. They were insatiable, as only a woman in heat can be. The bed sheets were soaked from their combined efforts. But the women didn’t care. They were totally focused on maintaining their mounting orgasms until they shuddered with their ultimate pleasure. Screams of delight mixed with his grunts of pleasure and pain. 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      "body": "![a-heavy-price2.png](https://steemitimages.com/DQmUVs5tN54iyfd2TDfSEjTtTvMUmJ5twhgBFvr7VS3RcsP/a-heavy-price2.png)\n\nMalcolm and I were never saints. It was one of the reasons we got on so well together. We loved our drugs and sex. Bangkok was a paradise for us.\n\nWe had always been on the same wavelength. Back home we chased women together. We never had any problems because Malcolm had very different tastes in women to mine. He always attracted the short brunettes, and even the odd redhead, and I mean odd. Some of them were downright weird. But as long they joined in the fun they fit right in.\nMy taste ran towards tall, leggy blondes....wild women who liked to party.\n\nOf course, in Thailand we were limited to the sexy brown girls that inhabited the bars in Patpong and Soi Cowboy. But that was ok too. Plenty of them liked to party, especially if the price was right.\n\nBut it was our love of hunting together that really drew Malcolm and I together. 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How could I have done that so easily?”\n\n“Remember those deer we used to hunt back home? We had to put them out of their misery. By killing Baker you just put Cousin Stanton out of his misery, that’s all. Actually, come to think of it, you put all three of us out of our misery, didn’t you? Think of all that lovely money we’re getting.”\n\nHe looked at me horrified, but I smiled and handed him a joint. He sucked hard. Even though he sank back into the lounge he still looked tense, so tense I could see it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.\n\nIt was obviously time for stronger measures. I got up and walked into my bedroom and called a couple of Soi Cowboy hookers I know. They would be over within thirty minutes they said.\n\nI grabbed my stash of Ecstasy and Viagra pills and rejoined Malcolm.\n\n“Here mate, take one each of these. We need to chill. These will help.”\n\nHe didn’t even look at them, just shoved them into his mouth and washed them down with a large gulp from the whiskey bottle.\n\nI rolled another joint and we sat back passing it between us, staring out at the city.\n\nWe must have drifted off into a stoned daze. It seemed like moments later that the doorbell rang. I got up to answer it.\n\nThe girls were standing there dressed in skimpy, sexy costumes. They were obviously ready to have some more fun with us. They squealed delightedly, swept into the room and out to the balcony chattering away in Thai, their laughter leaving a trail of tinkling joy.\n\nWe were still waiting for the pills to take effect so the girls had come well in time. I handed each an E pill. They gulped it down and took deep tokes on the joint I handed them. These girls knew what to do.\n\nI leaned in through the door, flicked the switch to turn on our favorite music and turned up the volume. It was time to party!\n\nThe rest of the night was a hoot. I don't remember what time the girls left. All I know is that they were gone by daybreak. They had to get some sleep before heading back to their bar again around midday. I wouldn’t want to be the punter that paid their bar fine.\n\nThe next few days were a blur. Malcolm and I partied every night, blotting out the thought of what we had done to Baker.\nI remember Malcolm and I took at taxi to the Oriental one night to pick up the money my cousin had promised us. He was as good as his word. \n\nWe didn’t ask what had happened to the body. I knew Cousin Stanton had the connections to make a body disappear easily. Better not to ask.\n\nEven though we had enough money to stop working we tried to maintain a normal life....well, as normal as life gets in Bangkok! We didn't want to arouse any suspicion.\n\nWe went to work each day. But our minds were hardly on our jobs.\n\nDespite all the fun we were still having after work, I was worried about Malcolm. It was obvious he couldn’t get his mind off what we had done. He would come over to my place after work looking sullen and morose. He was having a hard time holding things together.\n\nOne night he arrived looking worse than usual. “Jack, I can’t take this anymore. I feel terrible all the time. I keep having nightmares about Baker. Last night he wouldn’t die no matter how many times I stabbed him. He just kept laughing at us, his big eyes behind those Coke-bottle glasses of his staring at me crazily.\"\n\nHe leaned over, put his head in his hands and cried, \"I can’t take it, I can’t take it….”\n\nI poured him a real stiff drink, got him stoned, and called the girls over to take his mind off it. But the relief was only temporary.\n\nAs the days slid by Malcolm got worse. I plied him with pills, booze, grass, anything to get him to calm down. Sometimes I called the girls too.\n\nWe partied. But it was no use. I could see him disintegrating before my eyes.\n\nFinally, I decided it was time to take action.\n\nI talked to my boss and asked for a couple of weeks off. I was going to take Malcolm away on a holiday somewhere. \n\nHe needed to go somewhere he wouldn’t be reminded of our crime every time he turned around. Maybe a holiday would help him pull his life back together.\n\nI booked a trip down to Koh Chang, a large island off the south eastern edge of Thailand near the Cambodian border.  We'd been there before and Malcolm had said it was his favorite place to unwind.\n\nI told Malcolm to take off two weeks from work. He didn’t want to go at first, but when I showed him the tickets and explained where we were going he agreed.\n\nWe were set.\n\nI’d booked us into a small resort near the southern end of the island because it is quieter down there. At this time of the year there wouldn’t be many tourists around and we would have the quiet and solitude we needed to get our heads back together.\n\nThe trip down in the resort van from Bangkok took about three hours. By the time we caught the ferry across to the island and motored down to the resort it was late afternoon.\n\nI’d brought a good stash of booze, smoke and pills. We were going to enjoy our holiday.\n\nWe dumped our bags in adjacent rooms at the resort and headed for the beach where I lit up a fat joint of the best Thai ganga.\n\nWe sat the rest of the afternoon and watched the sun set over the ocean. I was feeling good...relaxed. Not a worry in the world.\n\nI thought Malcolm had calmed down too. But that night after dinner on the resort terrace he came to my room and sat in the lounge chair looking morose again.\n\n“What’s wrong, mate? Don’t you like this place.”\n\n“Don’t patronize me, you bastard.” He shouted. “You know what’s eating me...what’s been eating me all along.”\n\nI tried to calm him down and dull his brain with another joint and a large whiskey, but he pushed them away.\n\n“I can’t do this any more Jack. I have to do something.”\n\n“What do you have in mind Mal? Going to the police perhaps? Killing yourself? Come on! It’s over. Nothing will ever undo what we did. You got your money and your life back. It was a fair exchange. Now you have to learn to live with it. If you don’t you are going to put us all in danger.”\n\n“I know. I know. But no matter how hard I try I can’t live with the guilt Jack. When we get back to Bangkok I am going to the police and turn myself in.”\n\n“Get a grip on yourself man. Think about us too. If you go to the police what do you think will happen to Stanton and me? You will drag us down with you.” I shouted, getting angry with him. \n\nThen I calmed down. There was no point spooking him even more. I might even push him over the edge and send him flying back to Bangkok without me.\n\n“Calm down mate. We killed Baker. So what?” I said quietly, “We’ve killed plenty of other things before. This thing just happened to be a man. That’s all!”\n\nHe looked at me and then broke down sobbing, his hands covering his face. “I can’t, I can’t, Jack. I can’t take it anymore.”\n\nI sat down opposite him and stared at him, fear, hatred, and worry swirling around my head. Fear that Mal might actually do what he had just threatened. Hating the position he was putting me in. Worry that I may have to take extreme measures if he didn't pull himself together.\n\nThe next few days slid by in a drug induced haze. I tried keeping us both so stoned and so numb that Mal would finally snap out of his funk and get on with his life.\n\nIt was no use though. He wasn't getting any better.\n\nLooking at him across the dinner table a week after we had arrived it was obvious we were in trouble. I was coming to the very uneasy conclusion that I had been trying to avoid.\n\nMal wasn't snapping out of it. In fact, he was getting worse. I could see him breaking down right before my eyes. He looked haggard. His eyes were wild sometimes, other times he looked like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights or an oncoming car. He was irrational, saying crazy things. He clearly wasn’t in his right mind any more. He was becoming a clear danger to Stanton and me.\n\nI didn’t like what I was thinking. We’d been friends for so long he was like a brother to me. But at the end of the day what choice would I have?\n\nCouldn’t he see what he was doing? He was putting me into the exact same position cousin Stanton had been in with Baker. But I couldn’t say this to him. If he forced my hand I didn’t want him forewarned. He wasn't thinking straight. \nDeclaring that he was going to go to the cops was a stupid thing to say. \n\nI didn’t know how to snap him out of it. He would have to work it out for himself.\n\nI hoped he would. But right now he was too self-absorbed to think beyond himself. I went to bed that night very worried. \n\nWe would be returning to Bangkok in a few days. If Malcolm didn’t snap out of it I didn’t want to think about what would have to be done. \n\nIt all came to a head the next day.\n\nWe were sitting on the veranda in front of my cabin. The joint I passed to him wasn't calming him down. In fact, he got more agitated. I watched him as he sat there sobbing, mumbling that he couldn’t take it anymore. He was like a broken record, repeating himself over and over.\n\nI shook my head in frustration.\n\nOh God, I prayed, don’t let it come to this. Please let him see what he’s doing so that he comes to terms with it and we can get on with our lives.\n\nI stood up and walked over to where he was sitting. I bent down, grabbed both his shoulders, shaking him roughly.\n\n“Stop this Mal. Get a grip! You can’t go on like this. You’ve got to be strong.”\n\nHe peered up at me, shook himself. Would he understand and pull himself together?\n\nHe stared into my eyes, sadness etched deep in his soul. But at least he appeared to calm down.\n\nI sat down again, hoping he had come to his senses at last.\n\nIt was no use, though. A few minutes later he began sobbing and mumbling again.\n\nI couldn’t take any more. “Go to bed Mal. Have a good night’s sleep. I want you to think about the danger you are putting all of us into if you don’t snap out of this guilt trip. It’s time to get over it!”\n\nHe nodded, stood up, and stumbled inside. I heard him fall hard onto the bed.\n\nThen silence.\n\nI walked down to the beach where I sat watching the small waves break over the rocks and sand.\n\nNormally, the night sounds, the waves, the solitude acted like a balm on the soul. But not tonight There was no salvation there. \n\nAfter a while I went to bed too. There was nothing more I could do. It was up to Malcolm.\n\nNext morning at breakfast I was halfway through my bacon and eggs when Malcolm appeared. I watched as he entered the breakfast room and weaved his way between the tables towards me.\n\nIf anything, he looked worse than ever. He slumped into a chair opposite me. His eyes were bloodshot, he was unshaven, hair a mess. He looked terrible.\n\nI shook my head in sadness. I had hoped he would realize where he was headed if he didn’t change his ideas.\n\nI put on a brave smile. “I hope you had a good sleep mate. Feeling better today?”\n\nHe scowled across at me.\n\n\"Shut up you bastard!\" he sneered. \"It's all your fault.\"\n\nI knew then he wasn't going to snap out of it. I had no choice. I would have to kill him.\n\n“Why don’t we get out today for a hike up in the mountains behind us? You need something to take your mind off everything. A good hike is just the ticket.”\n\nHe nodded listlessly.\n\n“Right. Let’s go right after breakfast before it gets too hot. And make sure you wear your hiking boots. They tell me there are leeches up there.”\n\nI got up, leaving him at the breakfast table to pick listlessly at his food as I went back to the cabin to get ready.\n\nI packed a small backpack, making sure I put in my favorite hunting knife...just in case.\n\nThen I went next door to Malcolm’s cabin and packed a backpack for him, leaving out his own hunting knife, however. No need to put temptation in his way.\n\nI sauntered casually back over to the breakfast room. Mal was still sitting there staring morosely out the window, not even seeing the beautiful view of the ocean sweeping in to the golden sand beach fringed with coconut trees, gay umbrellas shading orderly rows of deck chairs, ready for the tourists.\n\n“Here’s your gear mate. Just put your boots on and let’s go!” I said as brightly as I could. I handed him his gear.\nWe left five minutes later and hiked up a small track.\n\nThe mountains on the island were formed by volcanic activity millions of years ago. They were honeycombed with deep crevasses, caves, and steep cliffs. There would be plenty of places where Malcolm could have an accident. I followed behind him so that I could be ready when we came across an ideal place for the deed.\n\nWe labored up the track, stopping at a small waterfall after about thirty minutes hard climbing. We were high enough now to see almost the entire western coastline of the island. The view through the trees was breathtaking.\nI sipped the cool water tumbling into a small pool and then filled up our water bottles. I handed one to Malcolm. We continued upwards.\n\nAn hour later we were nearing the top of the mountain. The trail had got progressively more difficult to follow. In some places it disappeared altogether. It was obvious no one had been up here for a long time. Good. It would be a long time before anyone found Malcolm's body. All I needed now was to find somewhere I could put the knife in before he realized what was up.\n\nBut before it came to that I wanted to try one last time to snap Mal out of his blue funk. This was the ideal place to appeal to his good sense.  \n\nTaking a quick breather I turned around and looked out at the view again. The ocean sparkled below. I called to Malcolm who had gone on ahead. “Take a look at the view mate. It’s fabulous!”\n\nHe stopped and turned around, but stayed where he was. I walked up towards him.\n\n“Let’s sit over here a minute Mal,\" I said, pointing to a large flat rock. \"I want to talk to you.”\n\nHe sat down, looking up at me expectantly.\n\nI looked at him carefully. He looked calmer and more collected than he had for weeks. Perhaps this hike had been just what he needed; time to think without any distractions. I hoped he had changed his mind.\n\nI stood in front of him, not wanting to sit down just yet. I knew my legs might cramp up if I rested. I needed to be ready to take the first opportunity to do what needed to be done, if it came to it.\n\n“What’s on your mind, Mal?”\n\n“I’ve been thinking about what a twat I’ve been and I want to apologize. You are right. Going to the police won’t help. I have to come to terms with what we did. I’m sorry Jack. I have accepted what we did. It was necessary. It's done. It’s time to put it aside and move on.”\n\nI looked at him relieved. After all these years as best friends deciding to kill him to save Stanton and me had been the hardest decision I had ever made. He’d just absolved me from the problem. I went over, pulled him up and gave him a big hug.\n\n“Thank god mate. You know you would have put Stanton and me in a big bind if you had gone to the cops. Welcome back mate.”\n\nHe sagged in relief against me and we stood there for a long minute just hugging each other.\n\nHe broke away and said, “Well, come on mate. We’ve got a mountain to conquer. Let’s get moving again.”\n\nWe got back on the trail and started the final ascent.\n\nJust before the top we came to a large cave with a narrow entrance. Malcolm stopped and peered in. “What’s that shining in the back there?” he asked.\n\nI looked in but couldn’t see anything. “Where? I can’t see anything.”\n\n“Right there in the back. I'm sure I saw something flash. Do you think it might be hidden treasure?”\nMalcolm had obviously been listening to too many stories from the locals. They claimed that the Japanese had buried a vast treasure somewhere in these mountains during World War Two.\n\n“Yeah, right! Why don’t you go in and see? I’ll wait out here if you don’t mind. I need a drink and a rest anyway.”\n\nHe smiled and ducked into the cave through the small opening.\n\nI sat on a rock looking out over the trees towards the ocean below. The jungle noises around me were soothing to the soul. It was a beautiful day. There were even butterflies flitting around the tropical flowers up in the tops of the trees. I sighed in contentment.\n\nI was so relieved that Malcolm had just saved me from having to kill him...my best friend.\n\nOr had he? Was that smile of his just a little too friendly? Was it real? Was he sincere? I hated the questions. Why couldn't I just believe him?\n\nI turned around at a slight noise behind me. It was Malcolm staggering out of the mouth of the cave.\n\nHe was bent over.\n\nIt looked like he was reaching for something hidden in his socks. I had a fleeting thought that perhaps he was reaching for a knife or a gun. I jumped up in alarm, my hand reaching into my backpack to find my knife.\n\nHe kept moving towards me.\n\nThen he staggered and fell.\n\n“Snake!” he managed to sigh just before he sank to the ground where he lay shivering for a few moments before becoming very still.\n\nI knelt down beside him feeling for a pulse. There was none.",
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      "body": "![a-heavy-price1.png](https://steemitimages.com/DQmVaiVzA82dnENL9rRCv7tMxysCNzqQPm5iYmrMR3aZkiw/a-heavy-price1.png)\n\nHe’s dead now. There’s really not much I can do about it anymore. Why did he have to spoil everything? If he hadn’t lost his nerve we never would have taken the hike up the mountain.\n\nSorry, I guess you are wondering what I am talking about. Let me start at the beginning.\n\nMalcolm and I have been friends ever since we met at school. We met and the chemistry was there. He was in a fight with another boy when I first saw him. He was taking a beating, so I went over to help him. Even at age eight I had this inner confidence that has stood me in good stead all my life. I stepped between them and hit the other boy between the eyes. \n\nHe was stunned at first that I had actually hit him. Then he ran away as fast as he could. \n\nMalcolm and I became firm friends from then on.\n\nI’m Jack Lawless. I break just over six foot with dark wavy hair, blue eyes and a pragmatic approach to life. I learned early on that worrying achieves nothing, so I have always tried to make the best of whatever fate hands me. I have fought hard to get where I am today. I don't give a shit. I live up to my name. I left my wife when I caught her in bed with another bloke I thought was my best friend. I was so angry I wanted to move right away from my past. I applied for a job with this arms trading company because it offered me a place in Bangkok. I couldn’t get much further much further away from the pain of my betrayal than that. I needed to go somewhere I could build a new life.\n\nI have managed to make a lot of money in the last three years I've been in Thailand; enough to start achieving my dream of buying a few buildings and doing them up for resale. I had already been looking at some old godowns on the Chao Phraya river bank that looked promising. I had enough to put down a good deposit, but I still needed more money to pay the full purchase price. If I didn’t get the money soon I would miss the opportunity. I was determined to be rich enough to retire within ten years. These buildings would be the start of my quest.\n\nMalcolm was quite a contrast. He was only about five foot five in wet socks. His eyes were light amber, which really attracted the women. But he lacked the confidence to be really successful with them. He had a few girlfriends but they rarely stayed long. It didn't seem to bother him. He was too self-absorbed to care.\n\nMalcolm was always broke. He never was any good with money. He loved to gamble and he would often borrow small sums off me when he lost.\n\nWhenever he won I was the first person he paid off. He was a sucker for any gambling opportunity that came his way. I can't count the times he blew all his money on a bet or some harebrained get rich scheme. I tried giving him some financial advice but he never took it seriously. He liked living on the edge.\n\nDespite this he managed to scrape up the money to come to Bangkok with me about six months ago. He’d written to an engineering firm and managed to get a job.\n\nWe were having a ball. That is, until the day he came over to my place looking really pale and frightened.\n\n“I’ve done something terribly stupid Jack. I’m in debt to a loan shark for over a hundred grand. What am I going to do?”\n\n“Dollars or Baht?”\n\n“Dollars.” He said looking scared.\n\n“A loan shark? How did that happen? I didn’t even know there were any here.”\n\n“Oh they are here alright. I started gambling at a Muay Thai fight about two months ago. Vichai, that Thai bloke from my office took me one night and I was hooked. You met him I think?” He looked at me quizzically and I nodded.\n\n“Well, he saw I was getting a bit low on funds so he asked if I would like a stake. Like a fool I thought he meant he was going to lend me the money. But he introduced me to this mean looking bastard everyone called Loong Paw or something. Vichai spoke to him for a minute in Thai and then this Loong Paw pulled out a wad of money and just handed it to me. He shook my hand and he walked away.\n\nI tried to make it back at cards, but I kept on losing. It’s the worst losing streak I’ve ever had. Loong Paw kept on lending me more. Now he has come looking for his money and I don’t have it. I need something to give him, even ten or twenty thousand would hold him off. If I don’t come up with something quickly he’ll do some serious damage to me Jack. He might even kill me”\n\nWe might be best mates but there is a line I draw, and Malcolm had just stepped over it. I didn’t mind lending him small amounts, sometimes even a few thousand dollars at a time. But this time he’d gone way beyond anything I could help him with. Besides, I needed all the money I had for the investment building.\n\nSo there we were. The two of us desperate for money; me to buy those properties, and Malcolm so that he could stay alive.\n\nSuddenly, I had an idea. My cousin Stanton had just come to Bangkok for a visit.\n\nCousin Stanton was the father I never had. My dad died in an industrial accident at the factory where he worked soon after I was born. My mother was devastated. Stanton was there for her. He made sure the house payments were made, that we always had enough money for food, clothing and my education. He was my hero. I would have done anything for him.\n\nCousin Stanton is a very successful advertising company owner with offices all over the world. He’s always travelling to ensure that his operations run smoothly, so I don’t get to see him as much as I would like. But he has always stopped by to see me whenever he could. He’d called me late the night before to tell me he was in Bangkok to negotiate some business. He couldn’t have come at a better, or a worse time, depending on how you looked at it.\n\n“Listen, Malcolm, I may have a solution for the both of us. But let me do this my way, ok?”\n\nHe looked at me and nodded mutely.\n\nI took him with me to the Oriental hotel where Cousin Stanton was staying. We were both dressed in our best business suits. Stanton had a suite at the top of the new building overlooking the river. It was breathtaking. The room was furnished in Thai silk, with expensive porcelain and ancient Buddha statues scattered everywhere, as well as paintings by some of the Kingdom’s top artists on the walls. I didn’t even want to think how much Stanton was paying for all that luxury.\n\nWe sat near the large picture windows overlooking the River of Kings and watched the passing rice barges while the room waiter poured us coffee. Stanton gave him a large tip with his most charming smile and told him he would ring if we needed anything else. The waiter left quietly, closing the doors on his way out. We were alone.\n\n“It’s good to see you again Jack, but you don’t look too good old boy. What’s the problem?”\n\nI smiled and said that I had a couple of big favors to ask him and I was nervous. God bless his big heart he just gave a chuckle and said that he would be happy to help if he could. “You rarely ever ask for anything. I wish you would, but it’s good you are so independent.”\n\nI thanked him and explained why Malcolm and I needed to borrow some serious money quickly. Cousin Stanton sat there looking solemn as he listened to us pitch our needs to him.\n\nWhen I finished he came and sat next to me, put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Jack, you are the son I never had. I’ve never regretted having to stay single for my work because I’ve always had you and your mother to care for.”\n\nI nodded. I felt he was leading up to telling me we couldn’t have the money. I could almost feel it in my bones. He’d never let me down before, but this was just too much to ask for, surely?\n\nBut then he surprised me.\n\n“I’ll be happy to give you the money if you will do something very important for me. What I am about to ask is not something I would normally ask. It’s a huge favor and I will understand if you say no. I hope you don’t, though, because it could have dire consequences for me.”\n\nI looked at him, the coffee cup in my hand shaking with surprise.\n\nHe went on. “As you know, I have been very successful over the years. But you don’t get to my position without cutting corners now and again. Usually, I have managed to get around any problems, but this is one that just won’t go away without taking drastic action.”\n\nI waited for him to go on, wondering what he was leading up to.\n\n“About two weeks ago while we were in Japan to fix some problems there my chief accountant, Gordon Baker, came and accused me of some serious financial irregularities. No need to go into detail here. I didn't cause the problems, but as I own the company the responsibility rests on my shoulders. I could be in big trouble if he goes to the authorities, as he has threatened to do. He has been angling for a while to take over the company from me, and I won’t allow that. I just don’t like the man. With these accusations he is making the fact is I could end up in jail for the rest of my life. I’m too old to live through a long sentence. I have a lot more good work to do, but until I solve this problem with Baker I am in great danger.”\n\n“What do you want me to do cousin?”\n\n“Not you alone Jack. Your friend Malcolm here will also have to help if he wants the money to repay his debts.”\n\nMalcolm looked at me and nodded eagerly. He still hadn’t twigged what my cousin was leading up to, but I knew it must be something very serious. I waited while he worked out how to put it to us.\n\nFinally he put down his coffee cup, stood up and started pacing about agitatedly. “Son, I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t absolutely have to. But if I don’t get rid of Baker soon I will lose my liberty and probably my life. I can’t allow that to happen.”\n\n“When you say Baker must be got rid of, just what do you mean, cousin?” I needed him to spell it out clearly for Malcolm.\n\n“I mean exactly what I say. He must be put out of the way…permanently.” He said in a heated voice. I’d never seen him this worked up before. “You two boys are the only people in the world I trust enough to talk to about this. I need you to kill Baker for me.”\n\nMalcolm’s face drained of blood. I thought he was going to faint right there. I leaned over and put a hand on his knee. \n\n“Steady on mate. Don’t lose it now.”\n\nHe groaned and shut his eyes tight.\n\n“Cousin, I think we need some time before we give you an answer.”\n\nTurning to Malcolm I gestured for him to follow me out of the room. We walked in silence down the hallway to the lift and got in. I pressed the button for the ground floor.\n\nMalcolm was looking green. “Are you alright mate?”\n\nHe nodded. He was pale and trembling. “I can’t. I can’t do it, Jack. How can your cousin even ask?”\n\n“Don’t talk now. Wait until we get outside, ok?”\n\nHe nodded. The lift stopped and we walked out of the building into the thick tropical garden. It looked so serene in the night with small lights under the bushes lighting them up throwing intriguing shadows into the night. \n\nWe walked to a dark spot near the wall next to the river and leaned over looking into the turgid water as it flowed slowly towards the sea. After a few moments, I turned and looked at my old friend. His hands were shaking.\n\n“Calm down mate. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But let’s discuss it first and weigh up the pros and cons, ok?”\n\nTen minutes later we had both agreed to do it. I could see Malcolm still wasn’t happy but what could we do? He could lose his life too if he didn’t come up with the money to pay off Loong Paw.\n\nWe went upstairs and told cousin Stanton that we would do it. The relief on his face was palpable.\n\n“I will never forget this, boys. You won’t ever regret this decision, I promise. Come back here tomorrow for lunch at The \nVeranda Restaurant. I am having lunch with Baker then in a last ditch attempt to convince him not to go to the authorities. I have asked him several times already but the man won’t budge. But I am pretty sure his answer will be the same tomorrow.”\n\nHere's what I want you to do. Come down to the restaurant a few minutes after I go in.\n\nHe went on, \"Find a table where you can both see us, but don't stare. Just take a look at him and remember what he looks like. Eat your lunch normally. Don't leave the restaurant until we do. Then go home. If Baker still insists on filing his false allegations I will tell you what needs to be done in the morning.\"\n\nWe both nodded.\n\nHe stood and ushered us out. We left the hotel a very quiet pair.\n\nAfter a short taxi ride we arrived at my condo building. “Come up for a drink mate. We need to talk.”\n\nThe lift whisked us up to the 28th floor and I let us in. Pouring two stiff whiskeys I led Malcolm to the balcony where we sat in the two comfortable rattan chairs we’d often shared. We took a deep drink and stared out over the Bangkok skyline for several minutes in silence. I refilled our glasses and looked at him. He was visibly shaking.\n\n“Calm down mate. We can do this.”\n\n“No, I don’t want to do this. I just can’t.”\n\n“Think about it Malcolm. What choice do we have? You, especially.”\n\nHe sat there for a while and then at last he nodded his head. “I don’t have much choice do I? Either I do this or I die. Not much of a choice, is it?”\n\nI could see he was psyching himself up. Good. At last he’d come to terms with what we had to do. Time to make plans. We both knew it was almost a certainty Baker would have to be killed.\n\n“How are we going to kill him?”\n\nHe looked at me, eyes wide. Suddenly, he had to think about the reality of what we were planning.\n\n“I don’t know. I’ve never killed anyone before. Have you?”\n\nI looked at him and we both started laughing. The tension was broken.\n\nWe spent the next hour or so thinking of ways to murder someone. Finally, we decided to wait until after we saw our intended victim and then decide. Malcolm went home soon after midnight. I went to bed.\n\nI tossed and turned for what seemed hours before I managed to nod off for a little while. 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He answered the door for the maid.\"\n\nI hung up and called Baker's number.\n\n\"Mr Baker, my name is Todd. I'm an associate of Mr Stanton. I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your time. I have some information I think you will find most interesting.\"\n\nBaker seemed a little hesitant at first. \"What's this about then?\" he asked. I told him it was highly confidential and it had something to do with some accounting irregularities I had stumbled on. \n\nThat got his attention. He agreed to meet me. \"Come up to room 5121. But make it quick. I am on my way out.\"\n\nI got back in the lift and pushed the button to the fifth floor .\n\nAs I walked out of the lift I spotted Baker opening the door to his room. Malcolm was further down the hall. Baker didn't see him. We had him bracketed. I walked quickly towards Baker, as Malcolm walked slowly behind him.\n\n“Mr Baker?” I said.\n\n“Yes. Are you the gentleman who called me on the house phone a minute ago?”\n\n“That’s right. Please get back into your room.” I said producing a wicked looking knife from my pocket.\n\nHe looked frightened. I could see he was calculating if he could run around me. But Malcolm was right behind him with another knife pointed at his ribs. Baker saw there was no escape. His shoulders slumped. I shoved him back into his room.\n\nAs Malcolm followed I grabbed Baker and quick-marched him to the bed and shoved him in the back so that he fell face first.\n\nHe squirmed around to face us both staring down at him menacingly.\n\n“What is this? What are you going to do with me? Are you going to kill me?” he quavered in fear.\n\nI menaced him with the knife.\n\n“Lie face down on the bed and put your hands behind you.” I ordered.\n\nHe obeyed.\n\nI took out some plastic ties and wrapped them around Baker’s wrists, while Malcolm held the sharp point of his knife against Baker’s neck. Next, I bound his ankles. 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