Debauchery Marcs Tales Ch 01

Hello, and welcome faithful readers and those who have never read anything from me before. I will tell you right off that you DO NOT have to read the first Debauchery story to enjoy this one. However, there are a couple cross-over characters in chapter 1, but that's all the spoilers your're getting out of me. I originally was going to call these tales, "Marc's Tails", but figured the Anonymous Comment Trolls wouldn't get the pun, and ding me for spelling (as usual). They sometimes don't understand that I also speak fluent sarcasm as a second language, and that seems to go right over their heads.

For those of you that have read the first book...Yes, it will continue. As I write this, chapter 21 is in the planning stages. However, the main characters for this second book are a bit more, shall we say... Realistic. Not that Debauchery is pure fantasy, but the probability of that story actually happening in real life is, to be honest, slim-to-none.

As usual, all persons engaging in sex are aged 18 and over.

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Marco (Marc) Colombo took a bite of the cake. It was a white cake with what tasted like butter cream icing, no doubt bought at Costco. Across the top of the cake had been written 'Cheers to the Next Chapter'. He sighed and took another bite. Marc was tired of his work. Many federal judges sat well past the age of 65, but Marc didn't want to retire into a nursing home.

Marc began his career in the Navy. He joined at the age of 18 and went in right after he graduated high school. He served for 22 years, the last 8 of those in the JAG corps. The Navy had payed his way through law school. He was a good lawyer and when he retired from the navy at the age of 40 he went directly into working for the federal prosecutor's office in his home state of Texas. He was appointed to be a district judge at the age of 52. He did the math quickly in his head...47 years he has given in service to his country in one way or another.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Came a familiar voice behind him. He turned around to see his ex-wife Cindy.

"Just adding it all up in my head Cindy," he said to his former wife of 30 years. She had decided that at the age of 50 she was a lesbian and divorced him to get married to her girlfriend Melissa. "Forty-seven years. That's how long I have worked for the US government in one form or another."

"That's something to be proud of Marc," she said and raised her hand to rub over his upper arm. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks Cindy," he said smiling at her. He looked around, "Melissa not come with you?"

"No, she had court this afternoon." Cindy smiled and said, "You know there is a chance that she may be your replacement on the district bench?"

Marc's smile widened into a huge grin, "Who do you think recommended her?"

"Oh, Marc, really?" Cindy was a bit shocked, but then she knew what a good and decent man Marc was.

"She's a good lawyer Cindy, and an even better human being. She will be a great judge. I really hope that the President gives her at least consideration for his nomination." Marc took another bite of cake and then threw the rest in the waste basket. "I hate store bought cake."

Cindy smiled, "Come by the house later, Melissa and I baked you a strawberry rhubarb pie."

"Oh, now you're talking! When will Melissa be out of court?" He said, his mouth already able to taste the pie.

"Come by at 6:00, I'll make dinner for the three of us and we can have the pie for desert." Cindy was a chef and owned her own restaurant. Although she no longer ran the kitchen, she would still make a few appearances on holidays or special requests. Marc loved her cooking, although his Italian mother had disapproved of her making traditional Italian cuisine. "I will make your favorite, in honor of your retirement."

Marc laughed, "My mother will be turning in her grave as I eat your stuffed peppers. But," he shook his head as he looked up and crossed himself, "sorry mama, yours are the best Cindy."

She smiled and raised up to kiss his cheek, "Happy retirement Marc. I'll see you later tonight." He watched her walk off, probably to go watch her wife in court.

"She's still a fine looking woman Marc," his friend and fellow judge Lance said as he walked up.

"We are just friends now Lance, and you still don't have a snowball's chance in hell with her." Marc told the younger man. "How did you get away to come here?"

"Fucking last prick witness didn't show up, so I just adjourned early. Told Riley to have him in first thing in the morning, or I'm issuing a bench warrant to have the Rangers drag his ass into court in handcuffs and leg irons." Lance picked up a plate of cake and a fork and took a bite. "Costco special," he commented around the bite and kept on eating it.

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Marc pulled up into Cindy's driveway and parked next to Cindy's Land Rover, Melissa's BMW i3 would be in the garage plugged in to it's charger. He never understood why she had bought that damn little electric car. She could only drive about 130-140 miles before it would need recharging. He shook his head, has she ever seen the size of Texas?

He went up and rang the doorbell, and Melissa opened the door. "Marc, happy retirement." She told him as she kissed his cheek, and hugged him tight, "Cindy said you were the one who suggested me to be your replacement, thank you so much."

Marc put his arms around her and hugged her back, "You deserve a shot kiddo."

Melissa let him go and laughed, "Come on old man, Cindy said the pepper's are almost ready."

The three of them sat around the table eating and talking. It was Cindy who finally asked, "So what now Marc; fishing, woodworking, needlepoint?"

Marc laughed, "I don't think so but maybe, no because I hate getting splinters, and hell the fuck no because I'm not moving into a nursing home." He put down his fork and looked at his ex-wife, and then her current, wife and said, "I'm going to travel, and my first stop is Thailand."

Cindy's mouth opened and just stared. Melissa, ever the meticulous lawyer, said, "Well, you're used to the Texas heat, it's only a hours drive to the gulf, and Huston has a ton of Thai restaurants, so it's gotta be for the women."

Marc caught himself blushing, "Well, a little maybe. But, the other side of the world has a feeling of starting over."

"How will you live there Marc?" Cindy finally asked.

"It's cheap, and right now an American can stay 60 days. All I need an exit ticket. Plus, I don't plan on stopping and living in Thailand. There are so many other countries I want to see. With my pension from the Navy and now the federal government, as well as my social security, I'm going to be pulling in about $8,500 a month. As you know I've been putting my Navy pension in a savings account since the divorce," he said to Cindy who nodded her head. "Well, the interest alone currently is nearly $2,500 a month. You two know I don't spend a lot on myself, so I think $11,000 a month will suffice me to live on while I travel. I can stay out of the US for 6 months before loosing my Social Security, so I will be home for my 30 days every 5 to 6 months. I'm keeping my home, and Lucas has a niece who lives a few minutes away. Her she and her husband are going to look after it for me for a few hundred dollars a month."

"Good for you Marc," Melissa said and put an arm around Cindy to pull her into a half hug. "Right hun?"

Cindy shook off the shock and replied, "Yeah, Marc. You're still as healthy as ever. You still run every day?"

Marc laughed, "Every chance I get, and I should be able to get more chances now that I don't have a schedule to keep."

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Marc handed the man at the Qatar Airlines gate his ticket. It was just before 6:00 pm on a Thursday. It would take him 24 hours to get to Bangkok, but because of time zones it would be Saturday morning by the time he arrived. He decided to not spend the extra six grand for first class, just to see if he could take it. He was used to flying the 3 hours between Houston and DC non-stop. 14 hours to Qatar, just over 2 hour layover there, and then another 7 hour flight to Bangkok. He settled into his window seat opened up the latest John Sandford paperback he had bought the day before. He had not read one of the Davenport novels in years, but this one involved the death of a federal judge. Marc just couldn't resist.

Although he had slept for nearly 6 hours, he decided that for long flights from here on, that 6 grand might have been worth it. The older couple sitting next to him were flying on to Kenya and they had several pleasant conversations on the flight. The next flight to Bangkok Marc sat next to a couple of college friends in their early 20s. They were with a group of 5 guys going to Bangkok for the week, having saved up the money to have this sexcation as they called it. Marc wondered, *Does what I'm doing considered a sextirment?*

When Marc arrived in Bangkok, and finally left the airport, it was just about 3:00pm. He had his passport and visa that gave him a whole 60 days, but he showed his one-way exit flight to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam that was six weeks away. He exchanged dollars for baht at the exchange at the airport and went to find a taxi. He found a guy who spoke some English, and came to the amount of 2300 baht to take him to Pattaya. He was dropped off at the Centara Pattaya Hotel where he had a room booked for his 42 days that cost him $1500.00. It was very near the Soi 6 and Second Road intersection, but still far enough away to get a peaceful nights sleep. He gave the taxi guy 3000 baht, or about $82, because the ride was a pleasant 2 hours, and the guy was friendly. Besides, $20 in Marc's eyes was a pretty cheap tip, but would mean a lot to the driver.

Inside his hotel room he found it to be simple, but the king sized bed was comfortable and it was air conditioned. He looked at his watch; 5:30, time for a shower and a bite to eat, and that let Soi 6 get up and running.

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After his shower, and changing into a pair of shorts, and button up Hawaiian shirt he had bought last year when he had gone to Maui, he headed out the door. He had remembered to put his actual passport and most of his cash into the room safe. He had his wallet, that had his passport card, Texas driver's licence, and debit card, as well as the 3200 baht he had left from the airport exchange. He stuck another $300.00 in his pocket to get some more baht if he needed it.

He walked the 5 minutes out to Second Road where he crossed to Soi 6. He had decided on his first stop to be Queen Victoria Inn for a quick bite to eat. The girls were already out, reaching for guys to get their attention, and to come inside their bar. He avoided most and eventually got to the Queen V and decided on the Saturday special of Chicken Tikka Masala for 199 baht, or $5.50. Marc knew he would not be spending a lot of money on food, but it still surprised him. He sat at a window booth so that he could people watch.

Out side the window he could see Texotica, that sounded interesting, Offshore, Debauchery, Roxy, and Foxy. All the girls dressed somewhat alike for whatever bar they were from. Most stood just outside, or sat at the tables facing the street, others were across the street where the motor bikes and a few cars parked. Some danced, some reached out for guys, other just called out and waved, or did that Korean finger heart sign.

Foxy wore tight white shorts with a yellow top that just covered the breasts. Roxy was dressed in various skin tight bottoms with different colored tops like Foxy, just more random. Debauchery was dressed in tight black bottoms, and a peachy colored halter top. Offshore was again in tight black shorts, but with a blue and black stripped halter top. Finally, Texotica girls were dress in white shorts with a blue halter. It was easy to see what bar the girls were from, and VERY easy to see each of their individual assets.

His food arrived and Marc found it all delicious. The taste was nearly identical from the same dish he had before at Indian restaurants in Houston. He divided his attention between eating and widow shopping the girls outside. He figured many of them to be in their mid to late 20s up to in their 40s, but also knew from experience that Asian's looked a lot younger than they really were. So the 40-somethings could easily be in their 50s.

After he finished eating he decided to walk directly across to Debauchery for a beer. There was an older girl with glasses that although looked in her late 30s could easily be in her 40s. Her body was slim and fit, the tight black bottoms she wore, quite nicely, showed off a very nice ass. The peachy orange colored top had three buttons and a O shaped pin had diamonds, or more likely rhinestones, that sparkled in the sunlight. She happened to have been one of the girls on the Queen V side of the street, so Marc was able to watch her easily from his window seat.

Marc walked up the the 5 girls in the street and addressed the one in glasses, "Hi there, can you take me inside for a beer?"

The girl smiled and took his hand, "Come." She led him inside where Marc saw there were 2 pool tables where people were playing. It looked like they were having some kind of tournament, as there were many people around the two tables. She led him near the back and to a table that had a booth under a TV with a baseball game playing. "What beer you drink baby?"

"I want to try Singha in a bottle, and please get yourself a drink also." Mark told her.

She walked over to the bar on other side and was soon back with his bottle and a glass of what looked like just pineapple juice. She then placed another red solo cup on the table which held a piece of paper. Marc figured this was the tab-bin he had read about. Each drink he ordered would add another slip of paper into his cup. The girl sat down next to Marc and said, "My name Rhatha."

"I'm Marc, it's nice to meet you Rhatha. You kind of caught my eye as I was eating at the Queen Victoria."

The girl smiled and Marc could tell she thought about her next words carefully to get them right, "How long in Thailand?"

"I just arrived, this is my first day," Marc said trying to keep his words simple and clear, hoping she could understand.

"You stay long?" She then asked.

"Six weeks, then I go to Vietnam. I just retired so I am just traveling around right now."

She nodded her head and smiled, "You like so far?"

"Yes," Marc told her. "I'm from Texas so the heat does not bother me." There was then a loud cheer from one of the pool tables. A very pretty young girl there was shaking hands with a guy who, by the look on his face, was the looser. "Looks like the girl won," he said to Rhatha.

Rhatha looked over and then back to Marc smiling, "Yes, that Kan. She always win. Only Jeff beat her most time."

"I have never really gotten to play much," Marc replied. "So it wouldn't be hard to beat me. Is that a tournament of some kind?"

She obviously knew what the word tournament was, "No, Kan just play all that come in. The tunamet on second week of month. Jeff not let Kan play then. Not fair to others." She giggled, "Kan good."

Marc looked over at Kan and saw that she was about 20 or 21 years old he thought. Also, that she had a really nice ass, bending over the table like she was, racking for the next game. The next guy broke and didn't sink a single ball. Rhatha, seeing Marc's interest in the game or maybe Kan, said, "She win again, watch."

One after another Marc saw her sink the solid colored balls until only the black eight ball remained. She looked up at the guy, "Double or nothing I sink it? Double bank in that side pocket." She had an accent, but Marc clearly heard her speak good English.

"I'm outta my league for sure," they guy replied. "But, sure, however you gotta buy the next round for me if you sink it."

She had been lining up the shot as the guy said it. She looked up at him and said, "Fine." She hit the cue ball without looking back down, the eight double banked, missed hitting four other balls, and sank into the hole next to where the guy stood. Kan than stood up and called out, "Koi, bring this farang another beer on me." The guy laughed and shook his head, then placed more money down on the table. Kan picked it up and said, "That's enough for me guys, I've got to go do some real work. The boss just came in."

Marc looked to where she pointed and saw a tall middle-aged man as he came inside the bar. "I hope she hasn't taken all your money," the man said, obviously American.

Some of the guys were smiling, shaking his hand, and calling him by name, so he obviously was well liked by his returning customers. Then he and Kan started walking toward the back. He stopped at Marc's table and said, "Hello friend, I hope Rhatha is taking good care of you."

He had extended his hand and Marc took it, "I am so far. It's still my first day here in Thailand."

"Well, then welcome to my adopted home. I'm Jeff, and this pool shark here is my manager Kan. Anything you need that Rhatha can't help you with just ask one of us."

"I'm Marc, and so far Rhatha has been very pleasant company."

"If you are still here when I get finished with what I need to do, I'll buy you a beer and we can have a chat." Jeff said and then walked into the back room with Kan.

"He's a pleasant fellow," Marc commented to Rhatha as they left.

"Best boss any of us hope for," she replied. "Jeff good to us, so is Kan."

"You and Kan speak pretty good English," Marc complimented her.

"Kan teach me, and Jeff teach Kan. They been friends for year now. Kan fast learn English. I try," she said.

"I read that I probably shouldn't try to speak Thai, it's a difficult language for Americans to learn."

"What you want to learn?" She asked.

"Something simple. How about hello, and thank you for starters?"

"Hello, swasdi, and thank you, khabkhun," she pronounced them slowly for him.

"Sawwas-dee," Marc repeated and she made only a slight wince. "Kaab- koon."

She smiled, "Sawaas-dee, and Khaab-khoon." She said again slowly, and emphasized each sound, so that he could hear the difference.

Marc laughed, "I can hear you say the difference, I don't know if I can do it though."

Rhatha laughed with him and said, "Most Thai know thank you, so you say that. If you here long, you will know."

Marc and Rhatha continued to chat, and Marc bought two more drinks for himself, and three for Rhatha. He then saw Kan and Jeff come from the back. "Still sitting here I see, Rhatha hasn't gotten her claws into you and up to a room yet?"

"Honestly," Marc replied. "I am just enjoying sitting here and having a pleasant conversation."

"Right on," Jeff replied and put his hand on the back of one of the chairs across the table. "May I?"

"Of course," Marc replied.

Jeff pulled out the chair and sat then turned to Kan, "Can you get me a beer love?"

"Coming right up," Kan said and went over to the bar.

"How long are you here for Marc?" Jeff then asked.

"I've got that new 60 day visa stamp, but I have an exit ticket to Vietnam in 42 days."

"Plan on returning?"

"Not right now. Just wanted to move around the world a bit. I just retired, so not fully sure what or where I want to go."

Kan came back with Jeff's beer and he took a swallow before asking, "Well, you choose Thailand, and my bar, for your first day. Can I assume you are not married? I don't see a ring."

Marc shook his head, "Divorced, my ex-wife decided that although she still loved me, she just liked fucking woman more than me. She and her wife got married a couple years after our divorce. However, we are still good friends. In fact on the day of my retirement they cooked me dinner."

"I'm about to take the marriage plunge for my first time in just a couple months. This last year has been a whirlwind for me," Jeff said. "Want a word of advice?"