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a wee minute.
    We’ve got a hire car, the first one says, and we thought we’d drive around to one of the resorts and use their beach for a change. We heard if you walk round the rocks it’s a bit more private. Do you want to come with us?
    Sure, sounds good, I says, all casual like, though I was thinking private? You fucking beauty. If youse want to go and get ready, I’ll meet you back here in half an hour or something. I’m Billy, by the way.
    They told me their names was Eva and Katelijn, though I had to get the one with the big nips to spell hers out for me. I could tell she liked hearing me say it. I waited until they were out of sight and then wolfed down the rest of the fried rice. I ran back to the room and had a shower, made sure my bollocks were shaved and my pubes were under control. I took a dump and shaved my face and all so’s I’d be ready for them. I slipped a couple of flunkies into the wee pocket on my swimming trunks and grabbed my towel. It wasn’t very clean but what can you do, sure it was just for lying on anyway.
    I had a couple of pairs of aul sunglasses that I’d boughtat the market in Bangkok. I chose the Ray-Bans, they were the best ones. They were all fakes of course but they were dead cheap and who can tell the fucking difference anyway like? I threw on a short-sleeved white shirt, it looked beezer with the aul tan and covered up my tattoos so’s I wouldn’t scare the shite out of them. There was no mirror in the place but I felt pretty good, like I was yer man Pierce Brosnan or something, even though he’s a Fenian and in some soft shite movies.
    The girls were waiting for me back at the café. They’d both changed their bikinis. Katelijn was wearing a limegreen number that looked cracker on her, so it did. Eva had on a black one. Blondes can’t usually get away with that but she was so tan it looked fucking amazing. Her tits were bulging out of it and I was glad she was driving so I couldn’t see her that well.
    I sat in the back and Katelijn kept turning round for a banter as we were going across the island. It was slow going as there was so many of those wee mopeds the Thais all seem to love. We saw one where the fucker had his wife and three kids on the cunt. His wee baby was balancing between the handlebars. They didn’t have no helmets on or nothing. It’s a fucking mad place, so it is. The peelers’d pull you over in five minutes for that back home. The girls weren’t that fussed, like. Katelijn says they do the same thing on bikes back in Rotterdam.
    Is that right, I says, sure youse are mad and all.
    Yeah! she goes, we are a bit mad. She was getting herself all worked up, I think she was just nervous orsomething. They must not have talked to a man in ages so I played it cool and pretended to like the music they were playing on the aul stereo. It was that Europop shite that you have to be pished to dance to. Anyone who’s ever done eccies in a good club hates that bollocks but I could’ve listened to Celine Dion if I thought Katelijn was going to open her legs for me.
    Anyway we stopped in the car park of some fancy resort and wandered down to the beach. I thought we’d have to pay or someone would ask us what we were doing or something but there was no staff around, just a few families with blotchy sunburns. We walked right past them down the beach to the rocks. It was a bit dodgy climbing over them in sandals so I told the girls to take their shoes off and just watch where they were stepping. I led the way and they followed me until we came to this gap in the rocks where the sea was coming in. It wasn’t that wide but when Katelijn saw it she goes, shit we can’t go any further.
    What are you talking about, I says, sure we can jump over that.
    I don’t know, she says, it looks a bit far.
    Bollocks, I goes, and takes a run at it. Sure I jumped right over and landed easy on the other side. Throw us the bags over, I goes, and they did. Eva jumped over after me no