“Just an omelette for me,” shouted Ayr from the bathroom.
“Me too” added Goong from her supine position on the bed next to Lek.
Lek and Goong just chatted, passing the time of day, while Ayr showered and when she had finished, Goong took her place and Lek went to the smal restaurant in the next block. She was soon back in their room and, while the two girls ate, Lek showered again, changed her underwear in their smal , shared bedroom and wrapped a towel around herself.
‘Apartment’ was probably too grand a word for what they had, although they did have decent accommodation by many standards.
It often looked like a smal room in a Chinese sweatshop laundry with bras, panties and slips hanging out to dry everywhere, for they were far too modest, believe
