Perched on a brick made bench by the holiest lake in Cambodia, I made my best friend ever. But she started as my enemy, my nemesis, the one whom I would dream would choke on her own sweaty mouth.
Her name was simply B. She first burst into my life as she crashed through the door of my one room beach hut. Behind her I saw the waves of the ocean run off into the distance, never to return. She looked into my eyes and said “I am B”. Her voice was laced with thick Russian melodies, and contained no clear emotions. Alarmed, I sat up in bed, and then began to shake awake my first ever girlfriend. She woke up and began screaming. B was back. My girlfriend jumped into B’s arms and wailed B’s name. Before I could think, B had taken my girlfriend out onto the sandy white beach, where they made love, merely 50 yards away from my door. Everything happened so quickly, I assumed it was a dream, and fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I realised it wasn’t a dream. Through the view in my door, I saw them cuddling and embracing on the sand, a perfect portrait postcard of love. My girlfriend didn’t even come back. She peered through the door, and mouthed the words sorry. She left all his clothes. They all fit me.
Seven months later, I am sitting in a bar in a tourist trap in Cambodia. By now, I have a new girlfriend. As my girlfriend went to the bathroom, I sat watching the live band wheel out all the Cambodian classics. But who was it playing the trombone?!! It was B!!!! B was adorned in traditional dress and was gliding to the music. Se saw me and dropped the trombone at the end of the song. She slowly walked over, unsure. He grabbed me by the buttocks and told me he wanted me. I was so sick with disgust. She had taken my girlfriend away from me, and wanted me to lose my new girlfriend too!! I slapped her on her face. But all she did was lick the salt of my hand from my cheek, and kissed me. In that moment, I dreamed my girlfriend wouldn’t come out of the bathroom, I wished something would delay her. Before I could think, I grabbed B and whisked her outside to the holy lake. We kissed by the candles and the burning incense, and she placed his hands on my thick thighs. I did the same back. There we made holy sex. I looked back across the lake and saw my old girlfriend standing there, watching. She had the same expression I once had.
Beware of players, they won’t care about anyone but them
This post was written by Guy Bennett