Her lover project finished with foreigners and her black market wealth made her bloom.

"I care for those ludicrous farangs. I accepted them for convenience of their balls draining like a contraceptive in and out what I demand."

It was when she played her school parents, their brothers and sisters, their fathers and mothers in erotic games.

"They assumed I would slap my face in white powder."

Miss Pan Narak from Sakhon Nakhon province did made her soul natural from her father's wisdom; he trained her she had a lively eighteen birthday present from her parent stretching her limbs around his laps.

It was a tantalizing love story to the end, and it explained her a great lesson no matter what is the cost they pay for her love.

"I cannot believe they believed I am the virgin girl."

She had their school children's fathers look at the caring teacher at the rear of her automobile. Miss Pan Narak spread her legs.

It was their glare let the ink flow in a shape of her flower in greatness.

Her innocence crossing her parts apart forced them wander in to reveal with themselves in the car back seat. 

It was the strength she caressed her undergraduate in the restroom, letting his sacks free the pressure it expanded in her classroom.

Her minutes were high and no prudent mind could not figure out her motives to bloom the business in colours she knows.

"The souls taught me to discover in you pure affection."

Miss Narak remained the culture, displaying them to intimate amusements.

The academy early-year undergraduates she merely stayed love creating wealth through their love.

She wore her scholars shoulders, demanding in her fingernails, seeing them to her way she wished with them. If they won't pay for her school, their fathers will.

Sex sells it was her motto when origin of her orgy with her students and families in her school building pleasuring in mass sexual massacre.

Her dream about life came genuine, teaching the world of her ways.

Miss Pan Narak wrote her final grand project research column.

"Now dear scholars, we will review study of the astrology of focking."

It was Miss Thailand, our Pan Narak's last death choice, before Igno Bazuka lay grip of her with a knife of hate in a darkened avenue alley.

She was believing to show her scholars escort in day dream about her juniors and their ministers she entertained.

Earlier she made with them inside her, she resolved to draft it herself for her ultimate grand project.

Aries, you will experience a great orgy exploring multiple partners in one night journey. You will never resist nor forget the night of your lovers for the rest of your nights.

Taurus, you will fall in fear watching your partner take advantage of you sleeping with others.

Gemini, you will masturbate in a street corner because you cannot find a partner nor be able to pay for it.

Cancer, you will have the birth of a son.

Leo, you will smell a hairy bush of your partner exercising the right of your tongue.

Virgo, you will worry. You will feel like a virgin, but it is a lie. You will not worry much longer.

Libra, you will eat lunch and remember the taste of genitals.

Scorpio, you will open your heart for love once and for all.

Sagittarius, you will have more children.

Capricorn, you will have the birth of an illegitimate child.

Aquarius, you will have a golden shower, hoping the devil will come quicker and take you away with him.

Pisces, it will break your heart to pieces because you only cannot find your true love for the rest of your life.

^.^

Yo Water's story was how much Renato Olympo will look for her; they will never find it.

Her other side of the coin arc closes and moralises acts of violence to place colour to portray.

"Yes, it will be only our children who find out the truth."

When one side of palm trees shores, three men expose two perverts to heights of violence.

Her story unfolds an untold unseen life of her simplicity and beauty to the other side of a palm tree shore.

Her name was Yo Water and her long-lost uncle Tom Han was hoping to find her, her last known relative from Korea.

Our Han never found her, but dreaming of finding his lost family made him think how it is to be alone.

He thought about her mother and her. Mr Han was hoping they were ok.

He thought about how much they had grown from this photograph.

Han was hoping to hug them and pinch their cheeks.

He just saw three Lithuanian men turn violent and kidnap two other men while taking his taxi he hired for the day away from him.

They made him travel alone to a shore looking at the picture, watching the sun when the sea beat the shore holding his photograph of hope.

It hurt that his dream never came true, but he felt love inside him.

It was the burning feeling inside resolving he will never find the truth he accepted his heart has melted.

Han sits on the rocks looking far behind the horizon hoping it will be ok for him to learn this.

It was never his destiny. Tom Han was a solo border soldier from the very start, learning he was never alone. He became alone.

The loneliest thought made to his head was he was alone living all alone, watching over the horizons of the shores far behind, hoping it was never true.

He could never learn about them.

"Those memories are a killer from hell. I can never stop burning inside me."

*.*

They toasted their beers high up, screaming in joy. They beat those sexual perverts to justice!

Renato Olympo sitting under a palm tree beachouse club under stars smiling to each ear cheek.

"We did it, we can do it again! You are like the sons I never had."

"Yes, it was a great Muay Thai boxing camp. I am sorry for you, my brother. You had one week in the toilet bowl letting yourself out."

"No worries. We made it well. I am happy I met Ban Toya. His arms were firm enough to break doors open and beat him to nothing when his face faint in a puddle of urine. It was great."

"You talk too much. I appreciate you appreciating our great Ban Toya. He was a great hellraiser. I wonder how he is?"

"Let's drink more because the waitress poured more in our crown's, my sons."

"I sveikata!"

"We will be long complaining about our joy."

"Ek i uksme."

"A kon saka a mon saka."

^.^

Yo Water was working in a night market selling fried king shrimps on a stick, grilling seasoning it.

Her work in Bangkok was enough to look after her mother, unable to work.

The night market lights bear the shadows of workers going from and back to work, including flows of tourists from around the world taste fast food spices

She shook her shoulders, and it felt like somebody was watching her.

Her happiness made a way back to her and made her forget for a moment. She witnessed a gray-haired tourist killed in a street corner by a whore.

"Yo Water, two portions of sticks for us."

"Kop Kun Ka, it is on the way."

She felt happy not knowing anything about it and who made all this work behind the scenes to her happiness of normality.