The Greatest Lie Part 12

"I know just what you mean. It feels even narrower. Ow!"

"God, what are we going to do? We can’t have sex with anyone."

"And now, they are going to expect it."

"If they ever call us again," I replied gloomily.

"We have got to get back to Thailand for that surgery! I am going work all night if I have to, and get my research project done. I gotta get that next grant for the Thailand research!"

I spent the rest of the day writing up summaries of interviews for my Transsexual Sex Workers Research Project, while I helped Tran study for the GED high school equivalency exam. After her umpteenth math problem, she threw her papers on the floor and snarled, "I’m sick of this shit. Why are you ruining my life with these fucking equations? All I need to know is cock plus pussy equals fuck."

"So you can think great thoughts while you’re getting fucked! It makes the sex so much more interesting."

"You’re making fun of me."

I responded: "Education’s good for that, too."

"Good for you, bad for me," Tran whined.

"Tran, you can’t make your living on your back forever. Besides, we do need to get back to Thailand so Dr. Sanguan can finish our surgery, and the Thai’s are not going to give us visas to be whores. They’ve got plenty of them already. We need a reason to stay, and money to travel and to live on. Our ticket to Thailand is this grant I’m applying for. And if I get it, the work’s going to be great: we’ll have to spend our full time in katoey bars all over Asia. If you want to be on the grant, you have to get into school here, and to do that, you have to pass the GED and the SAT. So, think of it as a means to an end. So try this equation on for size: studying plus school equals full-size pussy."

"I think I’ll stay home and be Peter’s wife."

"Oh please! We blew that completely by fucking them the first night. Guys like that will probably never call again."